Wanted: Kusakabe
Summary: Set five years later/college. One lucky girl gets to be Kusakabe for an unknown duration, unfortunately, for Haru, she's the unlucky girl. Kusakabe is down with a nasty cold and Hibari is in denial of help even if he needed it badly.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn. Muses are so random. I was supposed to write for another fandom and this muse came along…ah well, might as well entertain this wonderfully huge headache.
"Kyo-san, here's the report you wanted on…" Kusakabe, the fearsome Hibari Kyoya's ever loyal lackey, was about to hand over a stack of papers to his superior when he suddenly felt like sneezing, he immediately withdrew his hands and…
"At choo!"
"At chooo!"
"Attt chooo!"
Hibari's face remained blank, waiting for his subordinate to compose himself.
"Forgive me, Kyo-san" Kusakabe said, his speech impeded not only by the mask covering his nose and mouth but also by his stuffed and runny nose. His eyes were watery and droopy, so unlike the usual alert and attentive guy he is. "I think I caught a cold." Sniff. "Maybe, I should go home for now to avoid…" Sniff. "You getting sick too."
The skylark frowned. "Don't be ridiculous. I won't get sick, Kusakabe. I'm not like some weak herbivore."
"I-I know that Kyo-san…but" Sniff. Cough. Cough. "I won't be able to work properly…" Cough. "If I'm like this." Sniff.
"Very well. You may leave and cure your sickness. Don't come back unless you can do your job properly. You are dismissed." Hibari curtly said, stretching his arm to take the papers from Kusakabe's slack fingers.
"Thank you Kyo-san. Don't worry. I'll leave someone to take up my post." Sniff. "And only idiots don't get sick Kyo-san and you're certainly not an idiot." Kusakabe chuckled at his pun, while the Cloud Guardian's eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
"Leave, Kusakabe or I'll bite you to death." Hibari threatened, metal glinting quite menacingly under his desk. Kusakabe feared for his life and made a nervous semi-dash to the room's door. He was about to leave but his superior's voice stop him. "Don't bother sending someone to take up your post. I don't have time for incompetence and I can take care of myself well."
"B-but Kyo-san…you…" Whatever things Kusakabe wanted to say was cut short because of Hibari's infamous deadly glare that promised fatal and painful death. The sick man hurriedly ran for his life and into a sick-leave of who-knows how long.
Hibari leaned on his chair comfortably, reading the report on his hands and taking note of the things that should be deemed important and trashed all the petty unimportant details. He was about halfway through his reading when he felt his stomach grumble. He looked at the wall clock positioned above the room/office's door and saw that it was past lunch time, about 1:45 pm.
"Kusakabe, bring me my lunch." Hibari said absent-mindedly, his eyes once again on the papers. Hearing no response, he suddenly remembered that Kusakabe was sick. The black haired skylark mentally sighed and pressed the intercom on his desk. "Buy me cup noodles" was his short order.
Outside the prestigious Namimori University, Kusakabe walked unsteadily, clutching his head from the biggest headache since he was last sick, thinking of how will his superior fair without his service…he didn't want an encore of the last time he got sick and Kyoya was left alone to take care of himself.
"Arg. I think my headache just gotten worse…"
...um...? What do you think?