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May. 5th, 2009 12:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha"…" Hibari glanced around the banquet room, singularly unimpressed with the Vongola as a whole. He had a feeling he should have expected this sort of thing, especially with Dino Calvallone's failure at being sneaky, and Sawada Tsunayoshi calling on him for his 'advice' and then walking them to the banquet hall. "Sawada." Hibari turned, his tonfa extending already. Tsuna was ducking under his arm and rushing into the room, as if objects, people, and space would matter to Hibari.
"Happy birthday, Hibari-san!" Tsuna ducked behind Reborn, who stepped to the side. "Aah, Reborn! You said you wouldn't do that."
Hibari took another calm step forward, only to be stopped by a grinning Dino Calvallone. "Happy birthday, Kyouya!" Dino gripped Hibari's shoulders and made as if to kiss Hibari's cheeks. Hibari intercepted Dino's lips with a tonfa, only realizing he should have extended his spikes a second too late. Dino backed off, holding a hand to his mouth. "Ow… you really should loosen up! It's a celebration!"
Hibari glanced behind him. The doors had been closed and Ryohei Sasagawa was guarding them. Hibari's lips curled into a sneer. Herbivores. "It is a *crowd*, Bucking Horse."
Hibari's path was once again blocked, this time by Yamamoto Takeshi and a large, pink, *cake*.
With *candles*.
"You have to blow them out!" Yamamoto said when Hibari simply stared at the atrocity. It appeared to be a normal cake, at least, but Hibari presumed that it was Lambo who had made it. The layers were lopsided, and the icing was patchy.
"What." Hibari eyed Yamamoto, the man was carrying his sword, he would be difficult to get past.
"Blow them out." Yamamoto's eyes were twinkling, even though his face was serious for once. "IF you don't blow the candles out you won't get a wish."
Hibari felt a headache coming on. The crowd, the interruptions, the fact that there was tinny, half hearted 'birthday music' playing in the background. Hibari took a deep breath… and let it out.
Not at the candles, just, out. The candles just happened to be in the vicinity, and conveniently spluttered out. Which was good, it meant he could go back to killing people.
Except then the lights turned off, the cake was lit up by some kind of unidirectional lighting, and Mukuro Rokudo was sitting on top of it, legs crossed, crotch barely covered by a skimpy g-string.
"I'm so not eating that cake now." Gokudera Hayato muttered, ignoring the fact that once Hibari had gotten done pulverizing Mukuro Rokudo there was likely to be no cake left. Mukuro ignored Gokudera and smirked at Hibari instead.
"Did you get your wish, skylark?" The lighting in the room gradually regained normal brightness.
Hibari shot his arm forward, pulverizing the top section of the cake. Mukuro had, of course, leaped nimbly off and was standing five feet away, still dressed in the g-string. Hibari smirked and licked pink frosting off of his tonfa. "I'll bite you all to death."
The cake, eaten once he had beaten half of the room bloody, and the baby had offered him a piece, was actually quite delicious.
"Happy birthday, Hibari-san!" Tsuna ducked behind Reborn, who stepped to the side. "Aah, Reborn! You said you wouldn't do that."
Hibari took another calm step forward, only to be stopped by a grinning Dino Calvallone. "Happy birthday, Kyouya!" Dino gripped Hibari's shoulders and made as if to kiss Hibari's cheeks. Hibari intercepted Dino's lips with a tonfa, only realizing he should have extended his spikes a second too late. Dino backed off, holding a hand to his mouth. "Ow… you really should loosen up! It's a celebration!"
Hibari glanced behind him. The doors had been closed and Ryohei Sasagawa was guarding them. Hibari's lips curled into a sneer. Herbivores. "It is a *crowd*, Bucking Horse."
Hibari's path was once again blocked, this time by Yamamoto Takeshi and a large, pink, *cake*.
With *candles*.
"You have to blow them out!" Yamamoto said when Hibari simply stared at the atrocity. It appeared to be a normal cake, at least, but Hibari presumed that it was Lambo who had made it. The layers were lopsided, and the icing was patchy.
"What." Hibari eyed Yamamoto, the man was carrying his sword, he would be difficult to get past.
"Blow them out." Yamamoto's eyes were twinkling, even though his face was serious for once. "IF you don't blow the candles out you won't get a wish."
Hibari felt a headache coming on. The crowd, the interruptions, the fact that there was tinny, half hearted 'birthday music' playing in the background. Hibari took a deep breath… and let it out.
Not at the candles, just, out. The candles just happened to be in the vicinity, and conveniently spluttered out. Which was good, it meant he could go back to killing people.
Except then the lights turned off, the cake was lit up by some kind of unidirectional lighting, and Mukuro Rokudo was sitting on top of it, legs crossed, crotch barely covered by a skimpy g-string.
"I'm so not eating that cake now." Gokudera Hayato muttered, ignoring the fact that once Hibari had gotten done pulverizing Mukuro Rokudo there was likely to be no cake left. Mukuro ignored Gokudera and smirked at Hibari instead.
"Did you get your wish, skylark?" The lighting in the room gradually regained normal brightness.
Hibari shot his arm forward, pulverizing the top section of the cake. Mukuro had, of course, leaped nimbly off and was standing five feet away, still dressed in the g-string. Hibari smirked and licked pink frosting off of his tonfa. "I'll bite you all to death."
The cake, eaten once he had beaten half of the room bloody, and the baby had offered him a piece, was actually quite delicious.
