N.B: This story was originally suppose to be 3 chapters but well the story began to write itself and then demanded a fourth chapter. I am but a humble servant.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor Katekyo Hitman Reborn. No money is being made from this little babble of fantasy.
N.B#2: This chapter has been revised.
Fated Meetings
1
He tried not to stare but the urge was almost overwhelming. There were two guards behind the heavily styled, naive female sat to the front of the room. He focuses on the one to the left. Brown hair messy. Trigger alertness. Intensively guarded eyes. Too thin yes but good muscle definition. Body movements too precise. Responses almost completely trained rather than polishing up of natural talent. Obvious lack of sleep. Slight tremble of the right hand. So wound up...a breakdown was near. It was obvious. PTSD not to be ruled out. He was reminded of his younger self.
No Guardians in sight.
That threw him for a loop.
The herbivores within the room continued on with their meaningless prattle about peace & love & other such time wasting endeavours as if mankind with it's endless need to dominate each other would ever be truly interested in such a thing. As if Man was not an animal himself with an established hierarchical structure. As if he was not the most selfish of earth's creatures, constantly reining in the mindless animalistic craving to destroy. Only weak herbivores, unable to accept reality, would deny that Mankind danced to the tune of the strong. His Focus was a carnivore though. A true wolf among these sheep. The fake harsh light caught a faint sheen of boredom in his intense prussian blue eyes. One of the female leaders in the room, a close confidant to the female herbivore, sigh silently. She didn't fully believe in the nonsense her herbivore friend was spewing either. Or at least doesn't subscribe to her particular version of peace which seemed to include rainbow & ponies uniting whilst everyone sang kumbaya.
His boss, aptly dubbed 'little animal' by himself, constantly fantasied a version of peace that was truthfully only minimally better. Still, naive was Tsunayoshi Sawada but at least he understood that human greed & hunger for power existed & factored it in his version.
Kyoya Hibari scanned the room again with a faint feeling of disbelief as he re-called the information given to him & his partner, whome he had dubbed 'the fake smiling Omnivore' yesterday. To the left side of 'Vice Foreign Minister Darlian' sat Lady Une, head of the Preventors, an organisation created to ensure peace...by any means necessary. The Organisation was fashioned in the wake of the rather unnecessary war between the colonies & Earth and whilst Lady Une's speech included plot points such as abandoning weapons & such, her organisation was mostly military in nature. A fact that was constantly highlighted by some of her organisation's 'apprehending tactics'. Her entire speech was irony itself. Her minor body language contradicted her words too. Yet, whilst she doesn't buy into the sparkly version of peace the female herbivore is preaching, she can't exactly be seen to be disagreeing with her in such a public setting. His Focus stood behind the Vice Foreign Minister clothed in a preventor uniform and with no idea of his actual worth to the underground world. Mafia, Yakuza, Triad they all hungered for the same thing. The preventer was a Sky. Latent. On the cusp of Active.
Kyoya has a Sky. That doesn't stop him from admiring such a strong & powerful Sky from afar. It doesn't stop the effect of those flames calling out to his. It doesn't stop the temptation to answer. The Sky is latent but powerful and his flames are crying for guardians. Those flames tell a story of broken trusts, hardships & pain. Of a man not afraid to fight and die for a worthy cause. Kyoya wets his lips & tries to pretend the longing slowly coiling in his gut is indigestion; he can't take his eyes off him. The fake smiling Omnivore suddenly stepped on his foot under the desk.
"Stop it" the Omnivore harshly whispered in the corner of his mouth. He appeared calm but his left hand was fisted under the table and there was a light sheen on his brow. The unaware Sky's latent flames had affected him as well and his smile was even more plastic than usual. Kyoya ignored him.
Kyoya's Focus had noticed the staring by now & a sharp glare replaced the sheen of boredom in his eyes. His partner, a long braided brown haired male looked amused. His partner is a Sun flame. Latent. Well trained. Subtle responses suggest a childhood of hunger and survival: a street child. Incredibly hyper & annoying. Attention seeker. A lover of chaos like the former fake baby.
Kyoya's return to staring at the preventer carnivore was met with mix results. His Focus has taken to ignoring him whilst his Sun latent partner looked too interested in the whole thing. Kyoya felt slightly concerned at the growing glee in the latent Sun's eyes that suggested he fully intended to torture his Focus about Kyoya's staring behind closed doors. Kyoya dismissed that slight concern, it was the other carnivore's fault anyway. There was no good reason to make yourself that interesting.
Kyoya stared until the end of the meeting. His Focus is irritated and the naive female herbivore at the front had noticed. Her smiles become more fixed and her voice is filled with honey vinegar whenever she deigns to speak to him. He ignored her. She was not interesting. His partner, the fake smiling Omnivore, Takeshi Yamamoto, expertly fielded all questions & attempts at conversation.
The -17 degree AC room has become too hot.
Flames rising and raging inside him, Kyoya, had he been in his right mind, would have been seriously alarmed. Instead he watched his Focus with lidded eyes, the heat overwhelming his senses and zeroing in on the powerful preventer who was clearly showing signs of becoming affected by the heat in the room. His Focus lost his footing temporarily & his now concerned partner caught his arm. His Focus suddenly glared at him, turning his full attention on him.
For Kyoya the room spins and his flames eagerly pull completely out of his control…
Yamamoto dug his nails deep into a vein on Kyoya's arm & used the wound to inconspicuously dump Rain flames in him. With his fogged mind finally cleared, Kyoya's brilliant mind quickly figured out what nearly happened. The Vongola Cloud Guardian tasted bile at the back of his throat.
Their unique abilities were referred to as Dying Will Flames, a special concentrated form of aura born deep within one's soul and ignited only under near death situations when that person had demonstrated almost inhuman levels of pure inner strength and Will. The phenomenon is rare enough that only 5% of the Earth's population had activated this power. Of that 5% the majority were a part of the crime underworld. Whilst there are six others of these 'flames' named after elements of the sky: Cloud, Mist, Sun, Rain, Storm and Lightening, a Sky is truly special in the crime underworld. Not only are Skies the most powerful and rarest of flames being that their power is a combination of all flames, but a Sky's spiritual power is also the only one that can be passed to future generations. With it's key ability being Harmony, it maintains balance and peace between the other flames giving them a true home and family. Kyoya finds the little animal he is spiritually bonded to as an Element unnecessarily nice. He's slow during fights, has low self esteem and is always pushing his nose where it doesn't concern him. Yet, the little animal is also determined, strong in his kindness, in his dying will flames, pushing himself to do the impossible when strength was really needed.
For his Guardians…For his Family he would do anything.
Kyoya had a Sky. A strong, brave, kind one. He had never been dissatisfied. Scornful yes. Irritated yes. Never dissatisfied.
Kyouya...had nearly harmonized with another Sky he hadn't even been introduced to.
He had nearly broken his bond of 5 years with his little fierce animal who had saved his life more than once for a random Sky he met at a meeting. The thought shocked him and he fled the room the moment the meeting ended, prussian blue eyes burning a hole in his back. The walk back with Yamamoto was filled with a weighted quiet. Kyoya was surprise to see the little animal waiting in the doorway when they arrived.
"Welcome back" he says smiling up at them.
His Sky, his Boss, his entire world. Shame almost chokes him.
Uncomfortable quiet greeted Tsunayoshi Sawada, 10th generation boss of Vongola, highest ranked Mafia family in the world. Tsunayoshi frowned.
"Did...something happen?" he asked.
Yamamoto flinches & Kyoya, ears red, remains quiet.
Yamamoto placed a hand on the back of his head & gave a disarming though awkward laugh.
"Maa maa everything is fine Tsuna. The meeting ran a few hours longer than expected so we're a little tired. We'll just head upstairs to take a nap. I'll have our report on your desk by tomorrow morning okay?"
"Yeah sure Takeshi" Tsunayoshi answered, a strange note in his voice as he stared at Kyoya.
"Kyoya will join you in a bit".
Yamamoto opened his mouth to protest before registering the blank look on Tsunayoshi's face. A shiver went up his spine. Looking a bit worried between the two, Yamamoto went inside. Tsunayoshi stared at his Cloud Guardian.
"Who was it?" he asked calmly. Kyoya's eyes widened.
The silence was terrifyingly loud.
"A name Kyoya".
"He's a latent".
"That's not what I asked you my Cloud. A name."
Kyouya slowly closed his eyes at the cold hard uncompromising tone in his boss's voice.
"Heero Yuy".
"Age."
"25."
"Location."
Kyoya met his Boss eyes in complete surprise. Utterly alarmed.
Another short stretch of silence occurred. Tsunayoshi face was so cold it looked carved out of ice. His eyes, normally a soft warm brown, now glowed cold gold, the flames of Sky.
"Kyoya. The next time you strain our bond like that I will tear apart the body of the one who has caught your fancy so & scatter their pieces across the colonies. Do you understand me?" he whispered. The sheer menace coming from his Sky was so strong that it made Kyoya physically ill. He had never seen him so furious. Not even when Kyoya sometimes disappeared for months without explanation.
"Yes my Sky" he whispered back.
And Kyoya hated himself in that moment, for even whilst the words left his mouth and his stomach churned with shame, a strong coil of longing for the lonely Sky with the background of a warrior curled within his flames.
"Go inside."
Kyoya bowed to the boss of his family & went inside, trying not to show just how rattled he actually was. Tsunayoshi Sawada watched his lying Cloud go, their bond still pulsing painfully from the near desertion.
"Mukuro..." Tsunayoshi whispered to the air. A slight twirl of indigo danced upon the wind around the mafia boss. He closed his eyes, heart aching.
"Heero Yuy...I want him dead."
And soft voice whispered on the wind to him.
"As you wish my Sky".