Because Sawada Asuka was the only sane (debatable) person in the world who could talk to, tease, and scold Hibari Kyoya on a daily basis while stealing his catchphrase without being bitten to death.
Ah, Namimori.
A peaceful city that was home to many. Surrounded by vast mountains and forests. Taken over by one Hibari Kyoya. Such a peaceful place it was.
Approximately 10 years ago -
"Alright now, kids. It's your free time!"
All the five year olds cheered as they rushed outside to the play structures. The teacher followed suit, making sure none got hurt.
A little girl made her way towards a shady area, away from all the commotion. Ah, she was tired. Her cute little brother had woken her up during the middle of the night. As much as she loved him, too much crying was just too much.
But, of course, when she was a newborn, she probably cried a lot-
Before the girl finished her thoughts, she tripped over something and faceplanted onto the dirty ground. That something was someone's foot. That someone was the super scary kid with black hair who always sat in the back and never spoke.
And right now, the super scary kid with black hair who always sat in the back and never spoke was glaring holes through her. Since it wasn't her nature to glare at people, she politely stared back at him.
The scary kid's eyes were grey. Slightly black. You know. They looked pretty, but the fact that they were staring deep into your soul made it quite nerve racking.
"Um… I'm sorry.. I'll leave now..."
Just as she stood up and turned around, she was hit by something(s). Turning around again, she saw the boy holding two sticks(that were from a tree).
" For disturbing my peace, I'll bite you to death."
"E-eh? B-but…"
The boy said nothing and simply started walking towards her while the girl stumbled back before breaking into a run.
A certain mother and father just watched as their daughter was chased by a boy with sticks in his hands. The mother smiled tenderly while holding a curious three year old in her arms. The father simply looked on laughing.
"My, my. Our daughter's having fun, isn't she, dear?"
"Hahaha! Of course she is! She is my daughter after all!"
The child in her arms simply tilted his head and sucked on his finger.
Even though their first day meeting each other resulted in scratches, bruises, and blood, the girl started to always be with the boy. Whether it be during their free time, or at school, or even on the weekends.
Many wondered if the girl was secretly a masochist at heart.
A strange pair they were, Hibari Kyoya and Sawada Asuka.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was a young and innocent boy with a loving family. His mother was the best cook in the world. His father was there for about five or six years of his life, and most of it was visiting cows and falling in streams.
His sister was amazing. To him, she was beautiful and nice, a bit airheaded(even though the IQ tests stated that she quite the IQ). She also made the best cookies in the world.
But one day, he saw her with a super scary looking guy who held metal sticks in his hands. One day he would see him talking to his sister(well, she talking to him) and the other, he would be beating people up. It seemed like the 'boys can't hit girls' policy didn't exist in the guy's mind.
Heck, Tsuna even saw him lightly bonk his sister on the head before. But he was sure that lightly bonking his sister's head wouldn't make her faint.
So he feared for the day that the two of them finally got together. He hoped and hoped and hoped even though he knew that one day they would finally hook up. Especially if his mom hoped for it.
The world was cruel.
Asuka was a good student and daughter and sister.
At school, she was the student body president. She managed everything with the utmost perfection (though her oh-so-amazing friend often did the dirty work for her without her realizing) and kept good grades.
At home, she always helped with chores whenever she was free of work. She helped her mother cook, do the dishes, and do the laundry. She even gave occasional massages. She never talked back, unless it was about idiotic things like whether they should get a goldfish or a guinea pig.
With her brother, she would always help him with homework. When they were still kids, she would often tuck him in for bed and maybe read him a story whenever their mother was tired. Since baking was a favorite of hers, he was often first to try her cookies or brownies.
But one thing that sparked the interests of many.
How could such a sweet, innocent girl be best friends (self-proclaimed) with the demon of Namimori?
How could the demon of Namimori be able to stand such a sweet, innocent girl by his side every single minute (not really) of his life?
Simply mysteries that would remained between the two.
Hibari Kyoya did not think much of Sawada Asuka.
She was a simple person.
But of course, simplicity was the ultimate sophistication.
Therefore, he did not need to think much of her. It was unnecessary.
However, it wasn't wrong to say he wasn't uncaring of her.
. . .
Quite the opposite actually. He always often exceeded his quota for fellow human interaction by a wide margin when she was in his company. The fact that he, for some reason unknown even to himself, allowed her into his home multiple times was a feat unheard of before. As amusing as it was seeing frozen civilians gawk at the impossible sight of someone other than Hibari-san enter and exit his house, it was fairly annoying. They quickly dispersed at the first gleam of metal, however, and suddenly, her visits became the norm.
Much to his chagrin.
And to her joy.
And to her younger brother's dismay.
She was not a sky.
Timoteo knew that for a fact.
Rather, her shy, insecure, and helpless little brother was.
How peculiar.
She was definitely fit to be a sky, yet her flame said otherwise.
When little Tsunayoshi had broken down due to the small pup, she plopped herself down next to him and gave him a hug. Their father dotingly cooed at the sight. Their mother blissfully unaware.
No, she was not a sky.
She would nurture. Protect. Guide.
He inwardly frowned a bit at the thought. Those types were usually the most self-sacrificial, unfortunately.
He rose onto his feet and went towards the children. Iemitsu gave him a look, before allowing him to continue. These two had potential. But it wasn't time. Not yet. Releasing his own flame, he gently poked the children's forehead. The orange and white wisps disappeared without a trace. A pair of soft, hazel eyes stared at him, dazed and confused. They wandered to her sleeping brother before slowly drooping as well.
She was not born to be a sky. But she was born to raise a sky.
Iemitsu hated fate. He despised it with every fiber of his body.
And now it had given his beloved daughter that damned flame.
It wasn't that the flame was weak. It was quite powerful to be honest. But the nature of it's users didn't sit well with him. He had heard stories. He was witnessed the things done by the people who shared the same flame. And he was terrified of it.
What if his child had decided the same as those people?
Like hell.
He'd be damned if he ever let his daughter die from self-sacrifice.
The wind is free. It is everywhere.
A gentle breeze that nurtures and cares for it's family. A fierce gale that forces enemies to their knees.
It helps uphold the sky. A pillar of support.
edited just a bit. 8/8