Credit for the inspiration of this story should go to the songs Break even by The Script. It helps if you've heard the song, and if you haven't, I recommend it. I think Hibari, hot as he is, could possibly do this to himself although I do admit that I would fee thoroughly sorry for him if it did. Still, enjoy (or not) and tell me what you think?
DISCLAIMER: I neither own KHR nor the song Break Even. I only accept responsibility for the plot and nothing else.
Haru sat with Kyoko at their favourite shop and laughed at something her friend had said. That smile she had always openly and freely offered him whenever he was near, the look in her brown eyes when he stood beside her, the expression on her lovely face when she was with him, always a few degrees happier...
He missed it. He missed her.
"Hibari-san, would you please come with me to the theatre? I want to see what's showing..."
It seemed a lifetime ago.
She rose and left with Kyoko. They had been shopping all day and he had followed them just watching her. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and laughed again with Kyoko. His fingers had run through that soft hair time and again. Her fingers had run through his too. She had said that she loved the feel of it and he had only obliged her every now and then. The sound of her laugh again drew him back to the pair.
Those two were inseparable. Nothing short of death would keep them apart. He smirked as he saw her face light up again.
"I'm sorry Hibari-san, I need to go and see Kyoko. She said it was urgent, but maybe we could go later?"
He leaned against a wall and shoved his hands in his pockets. Since when had he become a stalker? If she knew, she would be spitting nails no doubt. He loved the way her brow creased when she was angry and her voice took on a more authoritative tone. Her speech even switched with her emotions from first to third person in a way he found he rather liked.
She made a surprised sound and he looked up to see the young man who had joined them. Hibari unconsciously balled his hands into fists.
Yamamoto Takeshi leaned in and kissed Miura Haru on the cheek. She blushed. He grinned. Kyoko smiled. They all laughed at something else and disappeared into the movie theatre together. Hibari hitched his coat against the cold and turned to walk away. He was done for the day.
Why he had chosen this for himself was a mystery, but he bore it.
That had been him at some point. He had kissed that soft cheek and known what heaven should be. He had breathed in her scent and understood what she meant to him. He had felt her love for him and felt the completion that came with it.
And like the utter fool he was, he had lost it.
"H...Hibari-san, please don't go. Don't do this, please..."
She had wept more than ever that night. That was the first night he had followed her and he had been following her ever since.
He had seen her get over her heartbreak with Kyoko's help and hated himself a little more every day for what he had put her through. He had watched her fall in love again with the captain of the baseball team and saw her get her smile back. That special smile she had saved just for him was no longer his. She now turned it to Yamamoto Takeshi.
It annoyed him every time he tried to think about something else and she was always foremost in his mind. It irritated him that he couldn't have her now that she had another. It was maddening to think that he, Hibari Kyoya had come down to the level of a herbivore all because of her. Shutting his eyes against the thought and shutting his feelings away from the world, he walked the long road home, knowing it would never be home.
Not for him.
Not without her.