I have died every day waiting for you.

[buckingham]

I have loved you for a thousand years... Some say that if a pair of lovers die together in tragedy, they will get another chance when they are reborn. Even if the two of you keep losing each other, you'll get to meet again. This meme is that meeting. For the first time? For the hundredth time? That much isn't clear. What is clear is that on this, your seeming first meeting - Everything rushes back to you. Memories, emotion, and all the comes with it...including the memory of how you two died. Overwhelming, isn't it? Some people find it hard to accept, for good reason. What will you do? You can't just bring it up, they'll think you're crazy! Maybe you don't want to bring it up, as you refuse to believe it yourself. And even if you do believe it, that doesn't mean you have to embrace it. You're your own person, after all. You refuse to love someone merely because of who you were in the past. Or maybe you can't help but let these feelings rise to the surface because they're too strong. No matter what, you can't repress it. In fact, the more you two meet and spend time together, the more you find yourself falling back into the old roles...and making the old mistakes. That isn't good, though; there's one more thing. One of you, when you first met, had a vision about how the two of you would die this time. You can't let that happen. Not again. Comment with your character and your preferences. Feel free to do a modern AU of your character. Assumed CR and AUs are a must here. Don't feel obligated to stick with first meetings. Play that the characters have known each other for a while, are trying to have a relationship while trying to be their own unique selves, not having a relationship because THE PAST DOESN'T DEFINE ME, or even trying to avoid death in an adventurous fashion! Reply to others. ...I'll love you for a thousand more.

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[fundonohono]

That soft question is far too familiar. He chuckles darkly into the coming night and murmurs "Just one more time will do". A part of him almost remembers the searing pain of hundreds of bullet holes and his lifeblood pouring from his numerous wounds. A figure in a trenchcoat laying beside him, reaching for him, saying those words that Hibari just spoke. His own last shaky breaths, hand reaching towards the man he can barely remember to grate out those words he whispered into the night, saying them one last time.

It's so vivid, he can almost feel it. His mouth sets into a dark frown around his smoke and he forces it aside. Instead, he focuses on Hibari's next words. He glances to the shorter man beside him. "I'll assume you took care of it. But we've had transport arranged." Hibari will just have to accept being a passenger. He doesn't want to think about the man sitting behind him, holding onto him.

He leans against the railing once more to finish his smoke quickly. If there was an incident, they needed to move. He didn't want their target to have any more prior warning then they already might have.

[hibariskylark]

It's six stupid words, and they shouldn't hit him quite so hard, but they do anyway. It's like a gunshot, like a knife that reopens a forgotten wound. His breath catches and he shivers, looking off to the side as the scene plays out behind his eyes one more time, and yet somehow it hurts even more this time, standing so close to him, feeling those red eyes. The last touch of fingers, the way hands laced together as he drew his last breath, struggling to say words he couldn't get past the blood he was choking on.

"It's been dealt with. Nothing notable, but I had to take a cab here," he comments softly, a shrug of his shoulders. If Xanxus is paying attention he might notice that there's blood on the black of his suit. Feel free to guess if any of it is actually his own. He nods in silent agreement to the fact that transportation has already been arranged, glad for it.

"I wasn't followed," he clarifies, as if it needs to be said, a frown at the fact that Xanxus might think he was that sloppy. He might still be a teenager, but he had been doing this sort of thing since he was a child. He wasn't like the rest of them.

[fundonohono]

Oh, he had noticed, but it's Hibari and he knows if the man is still walking, he's probably fine. They don't have time and resources here for him to strip the man and make sure he's not actually bleeding to death. He just has to take into account the man's natural ridiculous ability to heal quickly into account. There are more pressing things to worry about. Things like if Hibari was followed and even more so, why he kept getting those jolts of deja vous standing so close.

"Good." He states, and grinds the rest of his cigarette out on the balcony railing. For a moment, his hand rests on the small of Hibari's back. It feels like something he had done a million times. A sneaked touch because they couldn't afford to show affection in public.

"We've wasted enough time here. Come along." He turns and walks, and for a moment, the way his feathers and his long coat flutter in the air, it almost looks more like a long thin black ponytail. His steps are familiar too. The too confident too smooth stride of a man who was fully aware of the sort of power he possessed.

He led his way to their transport. A motorcycle. A little open for his tastes, but best at weaving around in the forests, which was where the safe house was located. He slides onto the front part of the seat and turns to look at the other man as if expecting some sort of protest.

[hibariskylark]

When Xanxus' hand presses to the small of his back, it's like something electric, reminds him of a hundred different small moments and a hundred more. Those pieces of time when they couldn't be seen to be openly affectionate, and so it was small touches, grazing fingers out of sight, and the press of Ricardo's fingers at the small of his back, just like this, even if it's a different reason.

"Alright," Kyoya offers with a faint nod of his head. He means to follow after him, but it takes him a moment to catch his breath. That stretch where he just stares after him, the way that his silhouette and the trail of his feathers and the stride of the man before him reminds him far too heavily of another man and another time and it catches his breath in his throat.

But eventually he follows him outside, and finds himself staring at a motorcycle as Xanxus slides onto the front of the seat. The reality of the situation sinks in and he crosses his arms over his chest for a moment with a pointed frown. "I could probably drive it better than you," he comments. But, then he's sighing and he slips behind him onto the motorcycle. There's that brief, tentative, whisper of hands, and then he just gives in and curls his small hands around the Varia Boss' stomach.

"I can't believe this," he grumbles. But, he can, because he can remember holding on like this and maybe that's how he ends up with his cheek pressed to the man's back.

[fundonohono]

Honestly, he was almost expecting more of a fight out of the man. He was pleased when they didn't waste time they didn't have arguing over who was the better driver. He would still win because he knew where they were going. And he wins again when he feels those hands around his middle and the warmth of a cheek against his back.

It gives him another flood of memories that aren't his and he shakes his head to rid himself of them before he's staring the bike and tearing off into the growing darkness.

The safehouse is far and except for the sounds of the bike, he is silent. The way to the house is hard to follow, especially with how he drives in and around. But more than that, it seems familiar. Just like so many other things, he feels as if he knows this place. This small little out of the way villa that's more a cabin than anything. Some secret rendezvous sight for erstwhile lovers trying to get away from their duties for a moment.

Mammon and Reborn had chosen it, supposed for it's location to the target. But perhaps there was another reason. Perhaps the Arcobaleno were hoping the location might spark memories. All they do for Xanxus is give him a slight headache by the time they arrive and he's sliding off the bike to insure the area is safe.

Inside, everything will be coated with a fine layer of dust. It covers everything. But they aren't here for a vacation. They're there to put the final plans in place before they raid that facility and shut it down for good.