It wasn't like the boy could help being weak. It wasn't like he could help being small and thin for his age of thirteen. It wasn't like he could help that his capacity for tolerating and forgiving these bullies was immeasurable. His eyes were sharp and cold, but the warm fire that burned behind them lacked the icy resolve to look scary. Instead, they looked inviting and kind. Just the kind of prey that predators loved to pick on.
Today was no different. The boy found himself in the center of a group, surrounded by a troop of larger boys, all of whom seemed to be enjoying themselves, frightening the smaller child. Scrambling to his feet, he tried to run, but suddenly found his feet suspended above the ground. The leader had grabbed him by the back of his uniform vest, and hoisted him into the air with little to no effort. "Where d'you think you're going, Dame-Kyouya?" the bully sneered, blowing the words into the boy's pale face with rancid breath. "We just want to play a game."
Kyouya's eyes widened pitifully, as he covered his face with his arms and curled up into a frightened ball, not caring that he was still being held aloft. "Hiiiiie!" he squeaked fearfully, hoping and praying that whatever beating he was about to receive would be a relatively painless one.
"Hey, you. You're flocking, aren't you?."
The surprised raven hardly had time to brace himself for the impact before he was dropped dismissively on the ground. The leader of the bullies turned shakily, stuttering excuses.
Before them stood the feared and respected Disciplinary Committee Leader. He was small and thin, and had large, bright eyes. He would've almost looked kind. Almost, if he didn't always have that terrifyingly calm expression on his face, if those wide, bright eyes weren't always narrowed to show no emotion at all. That voice, that always seemed too low for a teenager of such build, voiced itself again. "Excuses only serve to make you weaker."
Before anyone could make another move, all the bullies were laid flat on the ground. Mockingly, Tsunayoshi Sawada stood up straight from his fighting stance. He hadn't bothered to yet put away the gloves that were his weapons. They were beautiful to look at, if he wasn't beating you up with them, that is. Black, with steel for the fingers, and a round, blue gem set on the back, the four clasps forming the inverted symbol of an X.
Cooly, he caught the awestruck eyes that were staring at him. As soon as that calm gaze caught his, Kyouya Hibari tensed and stiffened, a chill of fear running up and down his back like a yo-yo. Was the prefect about to beat him up to? Sh- shouldn't he be running?
Instead, the older boy merely huffed. "Pathetic," he said dismissively, "the weak pick on those who are weaker." Turning on his heel, he began walking back to the school building.
What Kyouya did next was beyond his own perception. Scrambling up, he fearfully pulled out the two tonfas that were his own weapons. Running in front of the older boy, the ebony bangs shook with every shiver that ran it's course along the shaking boy's body. Dropping into a fighting stance, both steel weapons held in front of him, left above the right, each at a slight angle, he stared into those bright eyes. In the outside light, those brown eyes, they almost looked orange. And that didn't serve to make Kyouya any bit braver. "S- Sawada-san!" he stuttered, trying to keep his body from shivering so much at those calm eyes. "I- I'm not w- weak! I c- can prove it!"
For an instant, Sawada's eyes widened, showing how large they really were. Then, they closed, and he allowed a small smile to form at the corner of his mouth.
"Alright," he concluded, after a moment of silence. "Let's make a bet."
Still shaking, Kyouya stared incredulously. "A- a bet?"
"Right, a bet. Tomorrow, you an I will switch roles in school for a day. During that time, if you can prove to me that you have what it takes to be strong, then I will make an announcement to the entire school the following day, saying that you are not weak. However, if you can't..." here, the eyes reopened, once again tinged with orange fire, and he brought a singled gloved fist in front of him. "If you can't... then you will have to fight me after school, Kyouya Hibari."
I apologize for this being a short first chapter, but it was the best place to split. This may be a used idea or not, I don't know. If it is a used idea, I apologize once again.