Late nights have finally done me in. Sick, and so many things going downhill at the same time made me
decolorize, the image wouldn't leave my mind. ;_________;
A short one. Very poorly edited, and my tenses are pretty much screwed.
Title: The Assistant
Characters: Yamamoto, Hibari, mostly
Warnings: Uhhh...general lameness and crack, AU-ish, and OOC-ness
Summary: "Yamamoto Takeshi," he declared one day, stopping the baseball fanatic on his way home from another screwed job interview, "starting from tomorrow, you will be the assistant."
The animal shelter was built on the outskirts of Namimori, with a plain meadow for a backyard. It had appeared out of nowhere, it seemed to the citizens of Namimori.
The funds for construction, it is rumoured, came from the noble Dino Cavallone’s pocket. Money for medicine, equipment, new cages, etc. is provided by the town council.
Hibari Kyouya is very intimidating for someone of his stature, after all.
“Yamamoto Takeshi,” he declared one day, stopping the baseball fanatic on his way home from another screwed job interview, “starting from tomorrow, you will be the assistant.”
By then, Yamamoto was pretty well-acquainted with the newly opened animal shelter, what with all the gossip going around, and he treasured his body parts (they were, after all, unique and irreplaceable), so despite the awkwardness of the sudden proposal, he promptly agreed.
So, a little perturbed, and – is it too bold to say – proud, almost (because Hibari Kyouya picked him out of everyone in Namimori to have the coveted position of assistant), he left the house bright and early for his first day of work.
His job encompasses many responsibilities. One of them is manning the reception counter to deal with “herbivores” who “mistake this place for the fucking vet’s” or “a dumping ground for the pets they don’t want”. He is usually able to tell them nicely that there is a vet near the market, but there are always one or two highly misfortunate ones who come strutting in with their pampered little dogs, cats, hamsters, rabbits, etc., while Hibari just happens to be there, going through some papers.
Yamamoto thought practically everyone in Namimori knew by now that Hibari Kyouya’s animal shelter was not a place to bring their beloved critters to, but two days after one particularly bad incident, Gokudera Hayato (Yamamoto’s ex-classmate – at first sight, he is an extremely well-dressed for a delinquent, but he’s actually pretty smart, working in a very important firm – good, strong family-man-type, really) came striding in with his miscoloured cat (Puni, was it?), and a cigarette in his mouth (note: smoking is prohibited in the shelter).
Ahh, not only that his smoking was “harming the health of the animals”, but the cat actually had enough pluck to pounce on the fluffy yellow bird – no, not just any fluffy yellow bird, but Hibari Kyouya’s fluffy yellow bird – almost swallowing the critter whole.
Chaos reigned, and blood was spilt that day, but the cat was left mostly unharmed.
Because Hibari would never lift a finger against an animal, Yamamoto knows.
Ah, but Hibari does like animals. Really. Truly. Sincerely. Otherwise he wouldn’t have opened the shelter. Otherwise he wouldn’t have hired Yamamoto to take care of the less glamorous jobs (mucking out the cages, for instance).
When he thinks Yamamoto is not around, he will kneel down next to a cage, slipping his fingers in between the bars to reach the animal, literally showering it with gentle strokes and pets.
Yamamoto also believes Hibari really likes birds, because the little bird is always with him, on his head, on his shoulder, perched nearby or flying around his owner, chirpily singing (the Namimori anthem mostly, because Hibari does so love his middle school).
Oh, and Yamamoto has noticed Hibari is exceptionally fond of a little hedgehog he picked up (from God-knows-where). Yamamoto thinks the animal is a savage beast – is it even possible for hedgehogs to have spikes like that? – but it is exceedingly well-behaved and almost lovable when Hibari is around, despite having shoved one of its bloody spikes through Hibari’s hand during those first few days.
Yamamoto realised, after a week or so, that Hibari had become particularly susceptible to the “kyuuuuu~” of the diseased erinaceid.
He is supposed to be picking up some parcels from the post office, and when he arrives at his workplace (he’s become quite fond of the place on the whole, actually), he is supposed to be cleaning – oh, God – the hedgehog’s cage.
Hibari Kyouya is out of the building when Yamamoto arrives, and that is surprising, because Hibari hardly ever steps out of the building.
“Yamamoto Takeshi,” he says, and the yellow bird is on his head, a familiar, amusing sight, “Cavallone’s man has your pay cheque.”
Yamamoto laughs, ignoring the frown on Hibari’s face (because woah, he gets pay cheques?), and almost steps on the hedgehog on his way to the reception counter to meet Romario.