Saturday, 17 October 2009
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Dolce Niente - Sweet Nothing -
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Dolce Niente
A Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn Drabble Series
Disclaimer: The series Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn is the creation of Akira Amano. This fanfiction is the product of RANNOC’s Kiwi’s mind when faced with a new obsession.
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I Undeniable Bond
His ever present smile upon his complexion smiled down on you. The moon shone allowing light to pass through the darkened room, illuminating the sliver of glittering metal lightly tracing the contours of your face.
Saliva ran down your throat and a cool icy chill ran down your spine. You never could get used to being in such proximity. His arm was locked around your waist as he pressed you against his firm slim chest. Your heart was excruciatingly twisting within your breast, in pure anxiety rather than embarrassment.
He tilted your head upwards with the end of his blade, frivolously marking a bold tint on your cheek, “Hmm? Why so quiet love?”
You weren’t even fazed by the fact that you were wounded. You didn’t even utter a sound or breath; it was like a hand was forcefully encompassing around your throat and strangulating you. Your eyes were unfocused yet they were deeply scrutinizing the lurking darkness behind him.
Releasing his hold, his palm strokes your cheek while, unconsciously you lean into the comfortable warmth that was offered to you. Your eyes half lidded in a haze and the contractions made origin from your chest slowed into a fitful state. However, it was a misfortunate mistake on your part.
The movement was quick and nipped an unfathomable slice right above your shoulder blade, “You should answer a prince when he addresses you, sweet~”
“Yes, of course,” Your voice crackled at the last syllable, “I apologize.”
He dips his head. The tips of his straight blonde locks tickle your skin unintentionally and a wet appendage follows the trail of red staining your blouse. It traveled back whence it came; gliding athwart your neck and softly kisses the bloomed crimson flower he had previously placed on your flesh. You bit back the urges to voice your pain. You knew he would take it as a sign to continue his “ministrations”.
“Ushishi~ what an obedient little pet you are.” He chuckles.
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