Title: Something about Kyoya

Author: Tsukime Parthenopaeus Heap

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or any of their characters.

Special Thanks:

Special thanks to Kizashi aka Vincent Creed for his valuable advice, along with Aster Phoenix. You guys are the best. In addition, I would like to mention Sherrilyn Kenyon whose books gave me ideas and inspiration for this story. I hope you readers like it.

For the record, I just wanna say KIZASHI KIZASHI. He ordered me to type that. Stupidzashi.

~Tsukime P. Heap

Dedication: This story is dedicated to my Hibari Kyoya—Septi-kun, Happy Happy First Anniversary!

Chapter1

It was dark.

Hibari Kyoya made his way back to his hideout adjacent to the Vongola headquarters through the forest. He had checked on the activities of the Millefiore and now it's time to rest. The Vongola's tenth generation boss has improved quite a bit but he's still a far cry from the one he had acquaintance with the past ten years. It was going to be a boring job to whip him into shape. Babysitting is far beneath him. Too far.

A rustle and a soft groan interrupted his thoughts. Frowning, he went to investigate. Following the direction of the sound, he stepped into a clearing, and what he saw made his frown turn into a scowl.

A man, a Mafioso by the looks of him (maybe from one of the lower-class families), was holding a metal chain, which appeared to be attached to the collar of a girl—a young girl about 17 years of age—kneeling before him. The man's other hand was on the girl's hair as he forced her to pleasure him.

Without thinking, Kyoya attacked. His tonfas connected with the man's jaw and he was out before his head hit the ground.

"You're crowding," he said, kicking the guy aside.

He turned to the girl, her eyes were downcast and her lank red hair surrounded a face that held bruised cheeks, a broken nose, and a bleeding lip. She doesn't seem to notice him and was as still as a stone.

"You all right?" he asked, not really caring. If the girl died, so what?

Slowly, the girl nodded and promptly fainted.

Mentally sighing, Kyoya picked her up. Babysitting seemed to follow him. Everywhere. He shook his head, looking at the girl he just saved, he noted that, aside from her metal collar that looked too much like a dog's along with it's chain leash attached, she also had single old bands on her arms and legs, and was dressed in sackcloth. If he didn't know any better, he would say that she's a slave. But people don't have slaves at this period right?

Upon his arrival, he put the girl on a bed and ordered Kusakabe to call Bianchi from the Vongola headquarters.

Bianchi responded to the summon with more than a little curiosity. It was never like Hibari to call her attention—or anyone from the Vongola for that matter. He was always aloof and was one of the few who can beat—and kick—Tsuna around.

She entered the room that Kusakabe had opened for her. "You called me?" she asked Hibari who was sitting on a chair.

"Hai," Hibari answered tersely. "Tend to her."

Bianchi turned her eyes to the bed which held a battered-looking girl on it. She raised an eyebrow. "Targeting little girls and biting them to death?"

Hibari didn't answer her, instead, he walked directly to the door and closed it behind him.

Bianchi sighed. As usual, she thought.

Looking down at her patient, she set about cleaning her wounds. Thankfully, there was none that was life-threatening but the multiple bruises in varying stages of healing wall over the girls body made her frown. If this is Hibari's doing, then she herself would make him eat a banquet of poison cooking. It doesn't seem like Hibari, though. He is mean, yes, even downright cold, cruel and calculating but Bianchi had never seen him lay a hand on a female.

She felt her patient move. Looking up, she found herself staring a pair of pale green eyes that would have been gorgeous were it not for the dull, vacant look that reflects nothing, not even pain. If possible, her eyes were even more unreadable than Hibari's.

"How are you feeling?" Bianchi asked the girl as she secured the last of the bandages.

"Fine." came the reply. The girl's voice was as dull and as blank as her eyes.

Bianchi smiled, hoping to reassure the girl. "My name is Bianchi. What about you?"

"Midori."

"That's a nice name."

Midori looked down on her bandaged body and immediately noticed that her collar was gone, along with her bracelets—and anklets, too, she bet.

Wondering at the girl's distressed look, Bianchi said, "I removed all your jewelries."

"Where are they?" the girl asked, working hard to control her panic but Bianchi could hear it in her voice.

"At this box," Bianchi said, putting her hand on top of a box which was on a table just beside the bed.

Midori visibly relaxed. The older woman stood up and said, "I'll go get some food."

The girl nodded.

Bianchi went out the room and found Hibari leaning against the wall. He looked at her. Somehow, Bianchi could detect a shadow of concern behind those grey depths. Must be her exposure to Midori's even more unreadable eyes.

"She's fine and is able to talk now," she said.

Kyoya nodded and headed toward the opposite direction.

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