Hello, and welcome to my first KHR fanfic! ...that sounded somewhat cheesy or clichéd.

So this will be a story about my all-time favourite character, Hibari. Currently, I don't have much to say, so I hope you enjoy! Constructive criticism is always welcome!

edit: a friend pointed out that Kusakabe calls Hibari "Kyo-san" rather than "Hibari" so yeah, changed that for you (it's been ages since I've read KHR...) thank you!

KHR (c) Amano Akira etc.

Flightless

With a sigh, the black-haired boy closed his tired eyes and leaned back dangerously on his chair. It was so noisy. Always. There were too many people all making too much noise and fussing over something or other and gossiping and arguing and shouting about trivial matters. These matters didn't concern him, but the noise most certainly did. Hopefully, all those students would leave soon and go home, as school had finished at least ten minutes ago.

The cloudless blue sky stretched endlessly above Namimori Middle School and the sun was proof that summer had almost come. Pink cherry blossoms were in full bloom, exploding with colour all down the streets. Namimori students flooded out of the school gates, keen to get home after an exhausting Monday.

But even as the world was coloured with life around this particular school, that one person remained as cold and dark as ever. As he looked out the window, he closed his eyes and sighed again. He let the chair fall back onto all four legs with a resounding crack and laid his head in his arms on the table. Out of the corner of his piercing black eyes, he kept watch on the door to this room – his room. More importantly than the fact that this was his room, was the fact that he didn't want anyone to see him like this. No, not even his second-in-command. The truth was –

Suddenly, the door opened and the boy bolted upright in his chair, leaning backwards and pretended to stare uncaringly out the window. Meanwhile, his second-in-command came in: Kusakabe Tetsuya in his black outfit that belonged to the disciplinary committee. Of course, he wasn't called by his name. That would be too… kind. Besides, it wasn't as if they were on… friendly terms, right?

"Kyo-san, today –" he began, but was stopped by a menacing glare.

"It's chairman to you," answered the boy, folding his arms across his chest with a childish defiance. After that, he sat through a dull report on something or other regarding matters concerning the disciplinary committee and their duty. As soon as the description was finished, the boy leader ordered the other to leave. When Kusakabe had left the room (his room), Hibari Kyoya went back to his lounging around and brooding.

It was nearly summer and yet he still felt so cold. Why? True, he always felt cold and he presumed that it would take more than a simple white shirt and black gakuran jacket to keep him warm, yet surely it still shouldn't be this cold. Frowning to himself, he bit the inside of his lip. Maybe this cold was to do with the emptiness he felt in his chest. What did that mean anyway? That empty feeling had never bothered him. As a matter of fact, he had never noticed it until a few days ago. Subconsciously, his hands tightened into fists as he gritted his teeth.

Why? Why was all this bothering his now? They had never troubled him ever before, and yet here he was, hopelessly in a state of confusion, these feelings irritating him so damn much. What did they even mean? So many feelings he couldn't name. Once upon a time, perhaps he could have put a name to one or two of them, but now… he'd forgotten long, long ago what they were and what they truly meant.

What had happened a few days ago to cause this unease? Oh, it must have been…

The boy scowled at his desk. What the hell? What's wrong with me? Why am I letting something so unimportant affect me? With a tch, he stood up and took one last glance out of the window. Seeing that the school was more or less empty now with the students all gone, he left his room and climbed up the various flights of stairs to the rooftop – his rooftop – where he leaned casually against the criss-crossed metal railings.

Or rather, it was more of a wall than a simple railing. It was a wall which separated him from the rest of the world. Naturally, that was a good thing, as he didn't like people interfering with his life, and it meant that people were separated from him too. Of course, that was also a good thing. He didn't like people. He didn't like being around people. He hated crowds. And most of all, people were boring. Honestly, pretty much everyone out there was a herbivore. And some actually acted like herbivores… although they were classified as vegetarians. (That was slightly beside the point.)

Nonetheless, Hibari would much rather be on his own. He liked his solitude very much and would happily bite anyone who dared disturb him to death. But… since when? Since when had he preferred being alone, away from other human beings? He couldn't remember; it was too long ago. All that he could remember was that it hurt to be around others. It's a dog eat dog world out there and each person had to play for the top spot. If you lost or gave up or show any weakness, you would fall behind and never catch back up. That was why it was important to sever any bonds that may lead to weakness or sympathy. The rest of the boy's reasoning was lost in a deep darkness which had grown in the sixteen years that he'd been alive so far.

A gentle breeze swept through the boy's black hair, carrying pink cherry blossom petals across the sky. Calm silence descended upon Namimori Middle School. Fidgeting with his red Disciplinary Committee armband, he sat down on the hard concrete, leaning against the metal fence. Gazing up into the vast blue sky, he sighed. This was the one place he liked the best. This rooftop was his rooftop, his place where he could attempt to forget about the worries of life. There wasn't much that he liked in the world, but this school was one of the few things which he liked. And it was fine to like this place because, his logic dictated, this school wasn't a living thing, hence it had not feelings and had very little capability of hurting people.

Hibari had gladly cut off his ties with everyone and almost everything, and yet, unbeknownst to himself, this very action had cut off the skylark's own pair of wings. And so he had trapped himself in a cage which was locked from the outside. He would no longer be able to free himself – that had to be done by someone else. And luckily for him, or so he fooled himself into believing, nobody would care enough about him to unfasten that lock and open that door.

As the cold boy stood up and prepared himself to carry out his rounds of the school, the long black sleeves of his jacket trailed lifelessly in the wind behind him, in place of the pair of wings the skylark had lost.