A/N: I was inspired by Hibari's lack of affection for a lot of things but extreme loyalty he shows Namimori in the manga, anime, and fanfiction. This is the result. I hope you enjoy it.

Short but sweet, drabble-like chapters are probably going to be the norm for this one.

Home of the Skylark

Chapter 1: Namimori and Skylarks

Namimori was a quaint town. Not too big, not too small. She has existed in peace from her birth to her present day. She has watched people come to her and begin their lives. She has watched them build and build until she is the perfect place for people to thrive in.

She is there when her humans are born and when they die. She has witnessed countless lives come and go, offering them home and safety.

Peace.

Of course this peace was not present for nothing. She has long since been protected. Guarding her peace with long-standing presence was a single bloodline. Namimori had known this blood since the moment of her beginning, the first family to be there.

She may well call them the ones who were responsible for bringing her to being.

She knew them through many names. They were Royalty, they were Warriors, and they were Pride.

History would name them as Hibari.

Namimori named them as her Skylarks.

The first Skylarks, a pair of humans, to Namimori were the ones she was fondest of. They were of human royalty, yet free from the constraints of humanity. They were warriors who set the foundations and territory of what Namimori was, guarding and fighting for her ruthlessly. They were the epitome of pride, assured and confident in their skills and their ability to survive.

They allowed Namimori to survive with them. She grew and grew from their attentions, from those who flocked to join the Skylarks, and she bloomed when they gifted her a name.

The first Skylarks were her fondest, indeed. When they brought another Skylark into the world, she rejoiced with all of her inhabitants.

Namimori would never regret rejoicing for the line of her Skylarks. Never.

However, a sorrow came to pass over Namimori, a sense of displacement and isolation as the centuries came and went. For her Skylarks began to forget her. Not Namimori the town, but Namimori the town.

She no longer felt them gaze at her when they looked across the buildings and people. She no longer felt them touch her when they moved through the town. When they spoke of the town, they did not speak of her.

No longer did her Skylarks hear her voice, her life under the current of her town.

So she languished under neglect. They were not her Skylarks anymore. They were only another family who lived in her town. Only a family known as Hibari.

For centuries she learned to adjust to being just another place, unloved and unnoticed.

Until one day she wasn't.

Despite the neglect she felt under the Hibari family's forgetfulness, she never stopped watching them. She always paid attention, silently pleased as their line continued to thrive in her town. She may have just broken if they left her.

So one day, when just another child was born, Namimori witnessed something that she would not fully realize for some time. Something that, if she were human, one would say would bring Namimori countless days of joy, excitement, fear, worry, and unconditional love. Namimori was not human, but that did not mean she didn't love the child born on that one day any less.

That one day.

When Hibari Kyoya was born.

A new mini-series, updated by inspiration. Please review!