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May. 13th, 2010 01:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaHe smiles at Hibari from across the table. He's a half-breed, one of those stupid, silly, ridiculously expensive laboratory creations. Hibari knows from his file and from past engagements that Dino Cavallone's father was a full Lilitu while his mother was a human female, a poor girl bought and sold for the sole purpose of bearing Dino Cavallone. The elder Cavallone created Dino in order to leach off of the cambion (the government's official designation for the interspecies union) and extend his life. It worked up until Dino hit his coming of age and turned out to be more Lilitu than his father reckoned for.
He looks almost fully human; the only visible signs that he is part Lilitu are his eyes (slightly too wide, slit pupils, unearthly golden color) and the pale blond downy fur that covers his body. If one pays attention when Dino speaks you can make out the slight unnatural timber to his voice, the combination of a Lilitu and Human voice box lending an almost hypnotic tone to Dino's tenor. When Dino is not being utterly clumsy and human he moves with the agility of a Lilitu and he has the reflexes of a cat.
All of this Hibari knows from patient observation and multiple eye-witness reports. He has seen the way Dino moves among his flock at the club, the way Dino moves with his fellow herbivores.
(It should be noted that Lilitu, while vicious, are complete vegetarians and were for centuries before human contact.)
"Is there something wrong, officer?" Dino asks, his hands planted palm down on the plasticine table. Hibari stifles the urge to cuff Dino and throw him in lockup, or to take one of his plat-tonfa and bruise Dino's fur covered skin. The cuffs of Dino's white shirt are undone and folded up, the shirt is so expensive that the folded fabric practically disappears into itself; giving the appearance that Dino is wearing an elbow length shirt. There are glyphs painted on Dino's skin in various colors, black, electric blue, yellow, and red. Dark splotches of drying blood ruin the colorful tattoos, and matte Dino's short golden fur.
The blood has left no stain on Dino's expensive shirt.
"Where is the body?" Hibari asks. To someone who did not know him he might sound patient, but his flat tone does nothing to hide his anger from those who do know him. Dino, however, smiles despite the anger and the impatience. He smiles despite the fact that he knows the consequences of his actions.
He's cambion, which means he has none of the protection of being Lilitu and none of the assurances of being Human. Should the government decide to take Dino down there is little Dino's black market power or money could do to forestall it.
"What body?" Dino asks, spreading his hands palm up, too large eyes pulled wide in mock-innocence. Hibari's eyes narrow and he swings his plat-tonfa at Dino's innocent face, unsurprised but still angry when Dino catches his weapon bare handed. Dino's eyes narrow at him but his smile becomes a smirk. "Kyouya, don't be so hasty!"
'Captain?' the intercom on the wall hums to life. 'We found him. He's unharmed. There are no signs he was attacked by Mr. Cavallone.'
The barest flicker of Dino's eyes to the small white plate embedded in the wall and it is all Hibari needs, he lands a hit with his free hand, an uppercut that solidly connects with Dino's jaw. "Mr. Cavallone is free to go." Hibari steps down hard on Dino's chest to keep Dino pinned to the floor while he kneels down to stare into the cambion's eyes. His voice drops to a whisper. "The blood, Cavallone?"
Dino chuckles under his breath. "Wouldn't you like to know, Kyouya?"
Hibari leaves Dino bleeding on the interrogation room's floor, his subordinates wishing they could take a peek through the half-opened door. Eventually Dino picks himself up and walks out of the station, but Hibari not there to watch him go. Instead he is in another room questioning another suspect, his hands creating bruises and bloody wounds on the body of a man who deals in black market organs. He has the distributer, now he wants the supplier.
Hibari doesn't care that in a waste processing plant across town dismembered body parts of a potential buyer of illegal embryos is slowly being disintegrated.
He looks almost fully human; the only visible signs that he is part Lilitu are his eyes (slightly too wide, slit pupils, unearthly golden color) and the pale blond downy fur that covers his body. If one pays attention when Dino speaks you can make out the slight unnatural timber to his voice, the combination of a Lilitu and Human voice box lending an almost hypnotic tone to Dino's tenor. When Dino is not being utterly clumsy and human he moves with the agility of a Lilitu and he has the reflexes of a cat.
All of this Hibari knows from patient observation and multiple eye-witness reports. He has seen the way Dino moves among his flock at the club, the way Dino moves with his fellow herbivores.
(It should be noted that Lilitu, while vicious, are complete vegetarians and were for centuries before human contact.)
"Is there something wrong, officer?" Dino asks, his hands planted palm down on the plasticine table. Hibari stifles the urge to cuff Dino and throw him in lockup, or to take one of his plat-tonfa and bruise Dino's fur covered skin. The cuffs of Dino's white shirt are undone and folded up, the shirt is so expensive that the folded fabric practically disappears into itself; giving the appearance that Dino is wearing an elbow length shirt. There are glyphs painted on Dino's skin in various colors, black, electric blue, yellow, and red. Dark splotches of drying blood ruin the colorful tattoos, and matte Dino's short golden fur.
The blood has left no stain on Dino's expensive shirt.
"Where is the body?" Hibari asks. To someone who did not know him he might sound patient, but his flat tone does nothing to hide his anger from those who do know him. Dino, however, smiles despite the anger and the impatience. He smiles despite the fact that he knows the consequences of his actions.
He's cambion, which means he has none of the protection of being Lilitu and none of the assurances of being Human. Should the government decide to take Dino down there is little Dino's black market power or money could do to forestall it.
"What body?" Dino asks, spreading his hands palm up, too large eyes pulled wide in mock-innocence. Hibari's eyes narrow and he swings his plat-tonfa at Dino's innocent face, unsurprised but still angry when Dino catches his weapon bare handed. Dino's eyes narrow at him but his smile becomes a smirk. "Kyouya, don't be so hasty!"
'Captain?' the intercom on the wall hums to life. 'We found him. He's unharmed. There are no signs he was attacked by Mr. Cavallone.'
The barest flicker of Dino's eyes to the small white plate embedded in the wall and it is all Hibari needs, he lands a hit with his free hand, an uppercut that solidly connects with Dino's jaw. "Mr. Cavallone is free to go." Hibari steps down hard on Dino's chest to keep Dino pinned to the floor while he kneels down to stare into the cambion's eyes. His voice drops to a whisper. "The blood, Cavallone?"
Dino chuckles under his breath. "Wouldn't you like to know, Kyouya?"
Hibari leaves Dino bleeding on the interrogation room's floor, his subordinates wishing they could take a peek through the half-opened door. Eventually Dino picks himself up and walks out of the station, but Hibari not there to watch him go. Instead he is in another room questioning another suspect, his hands creating bruises and bloody wounds on the body of a man who deals in black market organs. He has the distributer, now he wants the supplier.
Hibari doesn't care that in a waste processing plant across town dismembered body parts of a potential buyer of illegal embryos is slowly being disintegrated.
