An Unforgettable Past
Brief Info: a sad story delving into one of the many unknown chapters of KHR, Hibari's past. Please do not take this as the actual story, but a fantasy created by kyoumen and fumei.
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Chapter 1: The Early Years
In Hibari's first year, all he could remember was happiness, love, and a bright future. He had a mother who shared his stormy eyes and midnight hair, a father who constantly helped him work with his tonfa, a few servants happy to serve the family. Then his father died in a horrible accident when he was three, a case no longer followed by the police, detectives, or basically anyone. All that was left was his tonfa, a gift from his father, and only a memory of happier days. Now, the person he was forced to call "father" was a drunk idiot who used all the money for liquor and women. Oops, a mistake. By women, he meant Hibari's mother. Only. Demoted to only a shack in the outskirts of town, he could hear the sounds of abuse as his heavily drunk step-father abused his mother in the heap of springs and rags called the bed. He couldn't stand the sounds of all the abuse. Once, he'd tried to hit that man with the help of his tonfa, but only got brushed aside by the much larger man. All he could do was wait till the bastard died of his own drunkenness.
I hate him so much, I could kill the whole world, Hibari thought, a kid wandering the dark alleys of town. Wait, that wouldn't be good. No, I hate him so much, there's nobody I'd kill besides him. Everybody was Public Enemy No. 1 to the nine year old. Wherever he looked, all he could see was the pitiful weak and stupid-ass people doing whatever the hell they wanted. If I were the real authority, such people wouldn't exist. With a sigh, he walked home, finding a dead lump outside the door. Instantly arming himself with his tonfa, Hibari prodded the shape. The ratty black hat fell away, revealing his father. His eyes widening, Kyouya proceeded to beat the man up, thoroughly sending him to the afterlife. "He's dead!" he said proudly, stomping the mud off his worn shoes. The boy watched his mother rush out to check, wondering why she even cared about the alcoholic.
God I hate these small animals, he thought the next day, stabbing a running squirrel with his weapon. They're useless and do absolutely nothing. Hibari stopped, rethinking his train of thought. No, they're still alive. I guess that stands for something. He walked back home, beating up the random druggie here and there just for fun. As soon as he entered, he felt a presence. Someone who thought they were doing good, people he especially hated. "Kyouya Hibari?" the lady asked, dressed in an official suit, obviously disliking the poverty of the house. "Yes?" he replied, looking for his mother, then found her in the corner, concerned. "Your mother has been found to be abusive. Totally unlike kind and caring step-father." Hibari couldn't believe this. "That's the exact opposite!" he bared his tonfa, ready to take down this offensive bitch. Noticing the threat, the woman backed off, hands held in surrender, "We are here to help you. We are here to give you a better life. Now come with me. Your mother won't be harmed." She extended her hand to the boy who immediately heard the lie. "You're lying! You stupid herbivores never do anything but ruin lives!" The lady was stunned, never had she been accused like this. "I guess we'll have to use force. If you're not out in five minutes, we'll take you, willing or not." She promptly walked out the door, and slammed it shut. "Kyouya, you listen to me." He turned to his mother, unbelieving that she would go along with this. "Kyouya, you be a good boy, ok? Mama won't be back to get you. Do you hear me? You'll be alone," tears brimmed in her eyes, "Promise me you'll find something to love. And when you do, protect it with all you got. Like you did with me. Promise?" All he could do was nod numbly. "Good boy, Kyouya," she hugged her son, "I'll miss you." The bitch stormed in again. "Five minutes are up. Get over here brat." Hibari straightened his back, turned around, and said a firm "No." Behind the woman entered burly men, muscles bulging through cotton shirts. Bam, Shhhk, Pow. One by one, they fell, stunned by the boy's blows. Wham! One got him from behind, then hoisted him out. "Mama!" he cried, reaching for a crying mother, standing in the door way. "Mama!" he screamed, tears leaking down his eyes. Forbidden drops of water he hated, hated as much as his dead step-father, hated as much as the rest of the world. Finally he kicked free, the wind knocked out of him from the short fall. He scrambled to the woman in the doorway, the only person he ever cared about, and hugged her with a fierce strength. "Kyouya," she whispered with a sad smile, "Remember our promise. I love you." He stared at her numbly, the only tears he'd ever cried freezing into rivers on his cheeks, her image blurred by his overflowing tears. "God damn it brat!" The man picked him up again and knocked him out with one swift blow.
