Title: Metamorphisis
Author: ArashiAkurei/soghunx
Rating: PG-16
Pairings: 1827
Warnings: Angst, profanity, and blood (after all, it's about Hibari!)
Summary: Tsuna has always wondered how Hibari became the person he is now. He found his answer... in the form of a diary...
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It was a normal day at Namimori Jr. High for Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Well, as normal as it gets nowadays. After all, what normal kid has a baby as a home tutor, the Smoking Bomb Gokudera Hayato as a right hand man, and the baseball nut (who's crazy good with a sword) Yamamoto Takeshi as a friend? Not to mention that after he found out that he was to be the tenth boss of the infamous Vongola Famiglia... Well, that's just as normal as it gets now. For one thing, Gokudera was trying to shove his sticks of dynamite down Yamamoto's throat for making an unnecessary remark (something along the lines of how Gokudera was just like a loveable little puppy).
Tsuna sighed, feeling a headache coming on.
"Hey, guys, I'm gonna go to the restroom. Meet me at the courtyard."
"Alright! We'll be there, Tenth!" Gokudera chirped cheerfully, which totally contrasted with his current action of trying to strangle the life out of Yamamoto.
Tsuna shook his head and grabbed his book bag, heading out of the classroom with all the other students since the day was officially over. He meandered through the crowd and opened the door to the restroom, stepping in. It was oddly empty--he knew for a fact that the restrooms were usually crowded after school. However, he dismissed it as paranoia and headed into one of the free stalls, hanging his bag on the hook behind the door and locking it. Tsuna could hear someone move in the stall at the far end of the boys' restroom. Odd. He didn't even notice that the stall was occupied.
After he properly relieved himself, he pulled the handle of the bookbag off the hook and unlocked the door, stepping out of the stall he was in.
At the exact same time that Hibari stepped out of his stall.
Now Tsuna knew the reason why no one dared to use this restroom. Hibari Kyouya was a terrifying man, and everyone gave him a wide berth considering his intense dislike for crowds. That, and he wouldn't hesitate to bite anyone to death if they defile the Namimori discipline. In Tsuna's personal opinion, Hibari was the best possible choice for the position of Chairman of the Disciplinary Committee and the worst. The best because he was entirely devoted to the school (for crying out loud, the school anthem is his ringtone). The worst because he ruled over the school with an iron fist, and a tiny little pencil mark on a wall would most likely send the man into a killing frenzy.
But there was something different about him today. For one thing, it seemed like he hadn't noticed Tsuna yet.
How odd.
Tsuna hesitantly walked up to one of the sinks to wash his hands, convinced that if he made a single little noise that Hibari would attack him. It didn't happen, however, and Tsuna gazed at him curiously. He seemed entirely disoriented. Off-balance. In a daze. Things that were very...unHibari-like. Hibari finished washing his hands and stood up, and glanced at Tsuna for the first time that day. Tsuna let out a feeble, frightened 'eep' as Hibari picked up his book bag and brushed by him without so much as a second glance.
His eyes were red.
Not the irritated, shit-I-got-something-stuck-in-my-eye red.
It was the I've-been-sobbing-for-the-past-few-hours red.
Which made Tsuna infinitely curious as to who or what could make Hibari cry. He didn't know such a feat was possible, as the boy was often indifferent and the only difference when Hibari was angry was a slight furrowing of the eyebrows and narrowing of the eyes. But Hibari, sobbing? Tsuna rubbed his eyes and pinched himself, direly hoping that he just had a delirious moment. Unfortunately, he was still in the bathroom, and school had just ended roughly seven minutes ago.
He shook his head and turned to leave when something caught his eye. A battered book on the floor, its cover frayed and dirty. It must be Hibari's; he should return it to the prefect as soon as possible. As he walked over and picked it up, he realized the cover was blank. Raising his eyebrow curiously (and perhaps nervously, if his suspicions were true...), he turned it slightly, looking at the spine of the book.
Nothing.
Fuck. He gulped and flipped open the cover. If this was what he thought he was, he'd be screwed. Buried twenty feet under. Upon laying his eyes on the college-ruled pages of the book, he gulped. It was a diary. A series of worst-case scenarios ran through his head. Because oh my god, if this is Hibari's diary he'd be so fucking SCREWED---
It was dated 1987.
Couldn't be. Tsuna let out a relieved sigh--although it didn't last for long. Especially not when his eyes fell upon the faded picture of the woman in the hospital gown, cradling a newborn baby in her arms. She had a very solemn face, and her waves of raven-black hair framed her soft face. She was pale, although not in a sickly way, and her lips were tilted into a small smile. Her grey-blue eyes, which reminded Tsuna of stormy ocean waters and rain that fell right at sunset, glittered from the flash of the camera. Tsuna's eyes fell to the clean, crisp writing in pen on the back of the cover of the diary.
Yamanada Hibari Amaya.
A diary belonging to Hibari's mother? Tsuna blanched as the bottom of his stomach abruptly fell out.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
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After a few hours and a fruitless search for the intimidating head prefect, Tsuna was about to have a nervous breakdown. If Hibari found out that the diary had landed in his hands, he'd promptly have the shit beaten out of him! And it wasn't like he could tell the other members of the disciplinary committee, because they were sure to tell their leader! Shitshitshit! Not only that, but the doors to the reception room were locked, so he couldn't sneak in and place it on the desk ad leave undetected either.
He hastily shoved it into his book bag, making a mental note to give it back first thing tomorrow morning. Yeah, that's right.
He made his way to the courtyard before Gokudera could start worrying, and end up blowing Yamamoto up in his panic.
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That night, he ran his finger over the rough cover of the diary, staring at it contemplatively. He'd always wondered how Hibari came to be the person he is now. Surely a crane didn't just drop him off in front of the Namimori gates. He itched to open the cover of the diary and start reading, but he couldn't turn the lights on since it'd probably wake Reborn up. That, and he already crossed a very important and dire line by having the diary in his possession.
Still, it couldn't hurt... could it?
He quietly slid out of his bed, crouching down and pulling out a small box out from underneath the table in the center of the room. He opened it, and pulled out a small flashlight. After placing the box back into its proper place, he climbed back into his bed and pulled the blanket over his head, turning the flashlight on.
He flipped open the cover and began reading.