AN: Hello again lovely KHR fans~! Back with my 2nd KHR story. This is to be a multi-chapter fic.
Thanks to the plot bunny for gnawing on my hand for days!
I don't see many stories with this kind of plot line, and since i've been going in a dark direction for a while now, why not continue the trend?
Let me know what you think, if I should even continue this~
Summary: In which a 6 year old Tsuna is taken in by a 7 year old Hibari Kyoya, and they grow strong together in a world that turns their backs on them. They, in turn, turn their backs on the world. A change is coming.
Warnings: Smart, Independent and later on Powerful Tsuna and Hibari.
00: Hibari
Hibari Kyoya had always hated the herbivores that crowded around Namimori, ever since he could remember, ever since waking up on the streets years ago with tonfas in hand and deciding his purpose was to clean the beautiful town of the filth that inhabited it.
At the young age of seven, when a boy should be crying over a scraped knee, finding girls disgusting, going to school and laughing, Hibari was roaming the streets instead. He was fighting, beating down adults with flashes of steel and no mercy.
Trusty tonfas in his small hands, as he was already tall enough to handle them with ease and strength, eyes narrowed and hardened through 7 years of hardship.
He had to adapt to survive.
And so he did, growing up with no mercy in his eyes and no warmth in his heart
00: Tsuna
Cruel.
That's the only word 5 year old Tsunayoshi Sawada could think of to describe the world.
Cruel.
He shouldn't have even known the word cruel - he was young, just a child, barely out of toddler years, barely out of the age of mommies and daddies.
But cruel was the only word he could think of, that he had ever heard. It fit.
He was wandering the streets in an unknown part of town after being dumped there, kicked out after barely turning 6.
How cruel the world was, Tsuna thought.
Days of wandering, of helplessness forced his young brain to mature, forced him to age and grow.
He was forced to adapt to survive.
And so he did, growing up with dull hatred in his eyes and bitterness in his heart.
"When all words are gone, lost to the dawn, is there a spell on which I can call upon?
If I can depend, I'll seek an end, in the dreamy night
My wavering thoughts, turning to naught, crumbling illusions that leave me distraught
That brilliant light that shined so bright... disappears tomorrow."
- From the song Floating Darkness
Hibari Kyoya glared at the fallen man in front of him.
He had been walking to his "house" - here he sneered, for there was no "home" for him, he only found empty houses and stayed in them for a few days before moving on - when this freak had attempted to grab him
Of course, being who he was, he didn't take kindly to strangers grabbing kids from the darkness of an alleyway.
Trying to grab him.
As if.
He snorted lowly and let his flowing jacket fall around his arms, covering his now red tonfas. He turned on his heel and walked out of the alleyway.
Weak herbivores.
He loved that word - Herbivore.
It described the weak humans in this town perfectly - all bark and no bite, fit to only eat the grass they stepped on.
Food for the higher-ups. The Carnivores.
But even they were food for the highest, the ones with power - an Omnivore.
He knew he was an omnivore, albeit a young one, but an omnivore nonetheless. He killed at 7 years old - he was surely strong.
Walking to the house he had holed up in for the night, he let his sharp mind wander.
He was seven, huh. Such a young age, but that didn't matter any more - the only thing that mattered to him anymore was surviving and growing stronger, to rid the beautiful city he had decided was his of the current herbivores that inhabited it.
He snorted again, but hurried his step. He was almost the the house, and he detested the cooling air. Summer was drawing to a close. He would buy a true winter coat this year, he decided.
Then his thoughts took another turn.
His earliest memory, he thought with a slight stumble over a protruding crack in the sidewalk, was of him waking up in a dark alleyway. He didn't know how he had gotten there, didn't care anymore. That was all in the past anyway.
But he remembered what he had been left with.
Hibari scowled.
He was left with nothing but tonfas and the clothes on his back.
But there was something else, he realized. Something else that had grown over time.
The will, the resolve to keep pushing forward, to punish the world for casting him out with little more then his name. To protect what was his, and to claim what was not.
He let a small, dark smile cross his young face.
Hibari knew he was too young for such thoughts, knew that a normal seven year old should never have known the underworld like he was beginning to, should never know the smell, taste, feel of blood, of killing.
But he did, and he knew them well.
Hibari shook himself - he had arrived at the house he was currently living in, and had been for the past 3 days.
It was a nice house, fairly good sized and had working heat, which he was grateful for - the last house he had inhabited had broken everything, and he had no desire to burrow under some stranger's blankets.
He walked up to the door, and had just started pushing it open, when a sound froze him in his tracks.
It was a small sound, but his advances senses picked it up easily.
It sounded like.. a whimper?
Hibari's eyebrow rose a fraction, and he released the door handle, and slowly turned, staring around the yard.
Wait...
He was sure of it - there was someone else close by.
There!
He shot forward, shooting his hand behind the bush that he decided was making the sound, only for his hand to come into contact with...
"HIEEE!"
A sudden shriek made him wince, and he grabbed whatever it was that had made such an annoying sound, dragged it with him, and pushed open the door, bodily throwing it into the house and slammed the door behind him, sudden rushes of strength shooting through him.
All this happened in less then 10 seconds.
Once Hibari had caught his breath, which took less then a millisecond for he was full of adrenaline, he locked the door behind him and gripped his tonfas.
He knew the thing he had thrown in here was probably a human, most likely a child from what he felt, but that wouldn't make him loose any sleep.
He had grown on the streets, after all. 7 years had not left him with caution and paranoia.
He stalked forward, darkness concealing his target, until he slapped on the light switch, ready to pounce-
If he was a normal person he would have gaped, but as it was all he allowed to show was eyes widening and his grip loosening on hidden tonfas.
There was a small boy - no, he corrected his thoughts, a tiny boy - shaking in the farthest corner of the dining room, curled into a ball.
He had fluffy, gravity-defying brown hair, and a pair of khaki shorts and a orange and white hoodie on. He was sniffing, and Hibari felt his annoyance grow with the sound.
He hated herbivorous actions like crying and sniveling.
"Herbivore." he said, voice low and dark, and the sound immedietly stopped.
He felt more surprise when the boy looked up at him, and something unnameable coiled in his gut.
Dull brown eyes looked out at him from knees drawn up to a tiny chest - pale skin and dried tear tracks shone in the soft white lights.
Hibari tsk'd. It was just a child, like he had suspected.
But he was slightly uneasy - he looked no older then 6, and yet his eyes were so sharp, clear... but dull.
Like he had been on the streets, too, had never known happiness like himself, had been called to the darkness like himself...
Hibari felt his heart stir back into existence and frowned slightly, but let go of his tonfas completely and walked towards the boy.
He almost felt guilty for scaring such a young kid. Almost.
He dropped to one knee, something that he would never do normally, but he pushed that thought away in favor of this new arrival of interest.
Up close, he noticed that the boy's eyes were quite large - he had a cute, almost feminine look to him, even this young.
But his eyes...
Hibari sighed and opened his hands, palm up, in front of him.
It was like calming a wild animal, showing it that he meant no harm. He supposed that it was like that situation.
The boy's dull eyes locked on his, and he slowly, slowly relaxed, though there were no words spoken.
After a few more minutes in silence, Hibari finally broke the ice, speaking softly, gently so as not to frighten him any further.
"Who are you?"
The boy's eyes seemed to spark to life - warmer eyes peered almost shyly back at him, and Hibari was startled by the feeling of mine that flowed through him.
He wondered why this boy had such an effect on him.
"Tsuna... Tsunayoshi." he mumbled, voice soft and young, and Hibari smirked.
"I'm Hibari Kyoya. Remember the name, I won't tell you again."
The boy, Tsuna Hibari corrected himself, smiled slightly, and he felt that emotion shoot through him again.
He stood easily, and helped Tsuna up.
"Hungry?" he asked, and Tsuna looked surprised by his kindness. Hibari was surprised too -but it was no use wondering now, not when both their stomachs were growling.
Tsuna giggled at hearing the sounds, and Hibari just smirked, and led them both to the kitchern.
And just like that, brought together through the same thing that had damned them both, they formed an unbreakable bond...