Title: The Etiquette of Sympathy
Characters/Pairing: Byakuran/Gokudera, with mentions of Tsuna, Glo, and Yamamoto
Rating: Gokudera's Mouth, as usual.
Summery: Both men have learned the lullaby of a safety going off. Byakuran sings it to Gokudera, right this second, in the low, lusty alto of a .45 caliber.
Notes: For infringe. *v*

(  Byrakuran twists things. He’s inside of Hayato, twisting every organ into slow, modern art.  )

Title: The Physical Matter of Liking Someone
Characters/Pairing: 8059, brief mention of Tsuna
Rating: Gokudera's Mouth
Summery: Takeshi, jerk who knew too much and nothing at all, anticipated the pitch.; Venice. 7YL.
Notes: For neneno. &hearts

( Gokudera had his quirks, too. A myriad of them, so that sometimes, he seemed like a thousand loose threads that had been clipped from the final quilts of other personalities... ...So Yamamoto liked him. )



Title: Toast over Ice Cream
Characters/Pairing: Mild, somewhat one-sided Young!Dino/Young!Squalo. Schooldays. :D
Rating: GGGGGG
Summery: “The future Sword Emperor versus the future Mob Boss. Engard.”; Graduation. Time to move out; but not before an epic paper battle.
Notes: Prompt Graduation by neneno.

( '…You’re fucking inept.' Squalo decides on, finally. )



PREVIEW: Butterflies: Squalo&Xanxus Drabble, Very Bel inclusive....

They’ve had Belphagor for nearly a year now; six-year-old hellion who indulged in his childish fancies and frenetic obsessions of the moment, strawberry shortcake, hanging up cats by wires, staring at the television’s daytime soap operas, and most recently, the span and kaleidoscope allure of butterflies. He imagines himself quite the well-groomed gallant, lording about in oversized shirts with an arsenal of butter knives and a spit-polished crown. And Long Hair is by far his favourite subject. (None of them have names, yet, in the nooks and fissures of his first-grade lunacy; titles to go by, only. Princes and Long Hairs and King Scowly-Face).

It’s in those especially-impressive noises he is capable of that making that Long Hair has earned rites as his favourite (and Bel claps his hands in split-mouth approval, grin-giddy), loudest in All the Land, when he sticks Lussuria’s sewing needles under Squalo’s bedding. A generous tottering monarch, he makes his appreciation known by leaving especially sweet thank-you gifts.

Belphagor uses kitchen utensils to sharpshoot butterflies, pin them to walls, and watch them writhe into stillness before they can be delivered. Shishi~ how charitable, this potty-trained Prince.

He leaves the offerings scattered in Squalo’s bathroom~ Sur~prise~

Squalo, understandably, has had enough. He knows the little loon is confused by his own brand of entertainment, isn’t so much gifting as discarding what is no longer humorous—he always did saunter away from the cats to demand grilled cheese and milk when their clatters ceased.

Squalo isn’t fond of having dead-things sprinkled in the recess of his living space. As far as he is concerned, they’re return-gifts, and Belphagor can get a good, hard look at the pages of his scrapbook, of the unmoving things, and grow both bored and insipid with it; cut out the habit from its root.

Squalo slaps another butterfly onto another page. It is the only time in the entirety of his life that he has failed to notice Xanxus’ expert looming.