Disclaimer: I do not own KHR nor the characters and Aladdin
Warning: Contain Yaoi, Mid-violence, future lemon
Summary: When a random stranger falls into the territory of Hibari's, things began to change between a street rat and a prince.
Author's note: This is my final edit to this version, I understand that I always come back and forth. I'm hoping to finally finish this story; this story has a huge potential. I enjoyed writing this, but I'm truly trying to be a better writer than I have been. I hope u enjoy this story.
"Tsuna, you are sooo lucky," said a woman with royalty.
The brunette just rolled his eyes, as he knew his mother was prancing around. Nana Sawada, the mother of Tsunayoshi Sawada, had always wished that Tsuna would just get married already. She was truly a beauty of the country and she was married to the king of the country. The long brown flowing hair dripped to the ground like silk and her brown eyes were like jewels. However, her son, Tsunayoshi Sawada, was at the age of marriage. There was a 'delivery' process that brought a bunch of young women in the classes of noblemen and princess. Every arrival, the prince would apologize for their inconvenience and kindly reject them. It was a pity, but Tsunayoshi had always wanted to get married like his father and mother, out of love.
"Gosh, I wish I was your age. So young and free," the women continued to fantasize. A young maiden that once had a life had changed the moment she married. "There are thousands of women trailing behind you since you are becoming of age!"
"Mom, I don't want to be married yet. I'm just seventeen," Tsuna groaned.
"But Tsuna, your father and I aren't going to be here forever," his mother said with a teary tone. Tsuna knew this talk was coming soon; his brother, however, was not. His father was sick and they wanted Tsuna to continue the rule of the Vongola reign.
"Ma, just let me decide," he spoke out to his mother.
"But... Tsuna. You know you have one year left before papa will leav..." Her voice faded out in concern about her husband.
"I know that already." Trying to win an argument with his mother was pointless and the only way to stop her speeches were to give it time. There was always trouble when it came back with women and his mother. "Mother, I'm tired, it's already night so can we talk about this tomorrow."
"But.. But," his mother said in a low voice as if she knew his son was neglecting her. He could see that she was stroking the blue diamond ring that father had given to her; this was her habit when she was nervous. Tsuna gave her the best smiled he could pull off at the moment, as he approached his mother. "Mother, don't think too much about this, it'll come when it'll come," he said, as he lightly pressed his lips to his mother's forehead.
"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow," Tsuna could see the teary eyes from his mother.
If Tsuna had not known his mother so well, he would have fallen for her trap. Nana, his mother, was infamous from her pouts and sad eyes. It was almost too cute to resist, it was no wonder his father had a hard time appealing his mother; she was like that of an enchantress. The brunette soothed his mother by caressing her on the shoulder, trying his best to ease his mother. The two of them had a special relationship ever since Tsuna was young; they were almost inseparable. Everyone in the castle knew Tsuna was his momma's boy.
"Good night, mama," he said with a soft sigh, exasperating from hearing her stories.
"Good night, Tsunayoshi." his mother. With that, she departed from the youngling's room. The male just made a soft sigh, it was exhausting dealing with his mother. He wanted to continue lounging on the couch like the typical teenager he was. He could hardly catch his breath before his window banged open.
"Ciaossu!" A small infant appeared behind Tsuna.
As soon as his head turned to the direction of the infant, the boy felt a small shoe print hitting his face. Tsuna recoiled quickly, as he fell to the floor without taking the full impact of the fall.
"Ow," the male pouted. Even though he had taken damage, the small hitman, Reborn, was not to be taken lightly. The sharpness in the tiny figure's eyes could feel like being trapped in a tiger's den. They were unsatisfied with Tsuna's training since he had expected much more from Tsuna.
With a soft sigh, he repeated the words that Tsuna knew from the back of his mind. "Stupid-Tsuna."
"Reborn," the boy looked at him, as he charged to Reborn for a warm embrace. Reborn had been Tsuna's closest friend and tutor and this made the boy reliant on the tiny figure. As the boy tried put his arms around him, he felt Reborn's hands smash up on Tsuna face and began to smush his face. Tsuna hadn't seen Reborn in a long time, but it was nice to know that Reborn's lack of affection has never changed. The last time they had seen each other was with the disappearance of Tsuna's brother, the second heir to the throne, Giotto Sawada.
"Reborn," the brunette groaned, he wanted to seek comfort from an old friend. He was not ready to get married and, surely, he was in no rush to become king. There was still a disappointment in Reborn's eyes. Tsuna's cheeks began to blow puff red, as he continued to whine. Tsuna had lost his composure once again; he was still young and ignorant of the world. The spiky hair male, Reborn, just made a soft sigh. He knew that Tsuna lacked many characteristics of being a king.
"Tsuna," Reborn said with an agitated voice. With Tsuna's guard off, Reborn had given him a powerful kick on his chin that still had a stain of Reborn's shoe print. Tsuna quickly covered his chin, as he was easily mocked by his pet Lambo, the tiger. The tiger had always slacked off in the corner, all he ever did was eat, sleep, and play; secretly, Tsuna was no different. The tiger had his paws up, as the paw moved in a reciprocating motion. This made Tsuna want to scowl at his tiger, Lambo.
Suddenly, a gun shot from Reborn was fired. The bullet was not too far from Tsuna's head, but this informed Tsuna that Reborn was not in the mood to dilly-dally with him. Caramel eyes became steady as it watched the infant sit down with his eyes shut.
"Your father is thinking about pronouncing him dead," Reborn said in a low tone with his teeth grit.
There was a heavy thick silence in the air as no one dared to speak. Clenching his fist, the brunette couldn't come up with a solution. The boy eyes widen with such new information knew that his brother wouldn't be coming back for a long time. With passing seconds, the tension began brewing up in Tsuna. Eyes grew steadily cold, as he could find no victim to brutalize except his tutor. He came exceedingly close to close to Reborn, as his eyes blazed with new passion, anger, and mixed emotions.
Grabbing Reborn by the collar, he threatened as he raised his other fist up in that air to show the spiky hair male.
"There is no way he would die, did you even look for him?! Giotto wouldn't die," he said. The fists were locked on so tightly, Reborn could see the flare in Tsuna's eyes. They were no longer the silly fool standing in front of him. It was a threatening force that was making him hang on a thread; this was what he was clinging to. Something had burst inside Tsuna, he punched Reborn in the face. With that, Reborn's body was thrown all the way to the wall. He scoffed for a second, but he was quick to get onto his feet. But anger collapses, the facade went out the door and everything had gone down the drain. Lambo turned away from his owner, the weak and fragile Tsuna was never ever entertaining to Lambo.
Unable to clear the mixed feeling, the clench on his fist began tightening as he punched the ground. "Giotto!" He screamed as the pounding grew louder and louder. He knew his brother wasn't the type to die; he just couldn't picture it. His beloved brother had always treated everyone with kindness and gentleness. He was sure that his brother was alive somewhere in agony. "Giotto, he can't just die."
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door and Tsuna's eyes flung open. Giotto. He slowly lifted his body upward and he ran towards the door; the only thing that was resonating in his mind was his brother. "Giotto!" He called out as he was about to open the door. It was clear to see the desperation written over the youngling. Suddenly a foot kicked the back of his head and he landed on the door. The door was never opened so Reborn assumed whoever had knocked had left it as is.
Reborn's eyes remained on Tsuna, who was now laying on the floor.
"Then do something about it, Tsuna. Find him."
That was all he heard from Reborn before he disappears just as he appeared.
With that, the day was ending. A sea of red fills the skies almost as if a vast opportunity was fading behind him again. Tsuna knew that his cycle would soon restart; tomorrow, a new suitor would appear and he would turn them down. Tsuna's eyes shifted to the windows; what was there beyond this empty palace. His brother had left him alone. He approached the window and draped his finger against it. What intrigued his brother so much that he had left the palace? The heated summer days would soon turn into frost night winds. Nobody in Agrabah would be awake at that time of the day.
The heated summer days would soon turn into frost night winds. Night time was harsh in Agrabah, it became a ghost town.
He could see the palace workers walking out of the palace; if only, he could do the same.
'Maybe if I left, I could run. Run!'
That was all he needed to do. He needed to run, run away from here. Yet his answers were right in front of him, all this time. The solution was to run away; with that, he could be freed from his destiny to be king and marriage. He could find Giotto himself and bring him home. Tsuna knew that he wasn't ready to be king yet, but everyone was expecting him to grow up. As if his brother was gone, everyone wished he could fill the void of his brother. Giotto was his beloved brother; he was almost the perfect version of Tsuna. Giotto was what you would call flawless, except he would always tease Tsuna often. Giotto was his only company because he was never allowed to leave the kingdom. He would return with tales of the people outside of the walls.
Now all he would need to do was wait until the castle was silent. Then his plan for a getaway would take its place. Then climb up the tree nearby the Agrabah castle's gates, he would be out of this castle for good. All he needed was a rope and determination to strive for freedom, everything would happen tonight. The teenager's eyes began to glisten with a glimpse of hopes and dreams. It almost felt as if there was a spark inside him. He had to find Giotto and bring him home. Please let him be safe.
Parents. Family.
Could he really run away from his parents? The ones he loved for such a long time and he was never sure that he would be able to see again. Tsuna just made a soft sigh, as he could only imagine the hardships of remaining hidden. What was it like outside of this castle?
Tsuna had never ever been able to run past the castle walls. They would always stop him in his tracks before he could take one step out, even under Giotto's supervision. His father and mother had only told tales of rich times when they were young. He could only imagine the wonderful life ahead of him, but he never knew about the poverty that hit the city. The harsh winds that would strike the city over and over again were but a fairy tale was spoken in the boy's head. This encouraged the boy to leave his mother, but still, he knew that if Giotto came back everything would be fine again. He would go find his brother and bring his back; Tsuna's rule would just lead the country into chaos.
By the time he would be out, it would be complete freedom for him. Tonight, he was going to run from here. There was no reason to stay if he was unhappy here. Pulling it up together, Tsuna was ready to find his brother.
Freedom was not too far away.
"Kusakabe, where is the food?" a raven haired boy sat on his wooden chair.
"Kyoya... sorry... sorry," the male bowed his head to show respect to Hibari Kyoya.
Hibari Kyoya was one of the most feared people in Agrabah. Even though he was a street rat, his outlook said otherwise and it didn't suit him. Thieves amongst the locals.
Those gray eyes bore with confidence, but it didn't replace what he was. The black blazer and the tie had almost looked like a businessman among many in the streets in Agrabah. The pale skin looked like it had never once been in the sun, it was almost as if it was miracle God. His body language was that of a rare nobleman, he showed authorities and power. Like a rare gem, Hibari Kyoya was one in a million yet his status had belittled him because he had shown no signs of stability. If the locals hadn't known him, they would definitely be on a trip of bad luck.
Even with the male, Kusakabe, bending his head down, had shivers. Kyoya's eyes could impale lightning bolts. "You are still twenty years too early to disobey me," he snarled, as Kusakabe looked at him with eyes wide open.
Within mere seconds, there was two silver rod that swung out. Hibari was ready to rid him of his misery with a quick strike on the back of the neck, but he hesitates for a second. There were two children cowering not too far from where he stood. They looked frightened and backed into a corner. Their eyes were like a mirror to the horrors that he had once face. Kusakabe clutched his head, but Kyoya retracted the weapon to his belt. There was no need for children to witness this. He shut his eyes and turned away from them.
"Herbivores," the male said as he had left Kusakabe off.
Children were better off dead in his neighborhood; it just wasn't safe to be here. Agrabah was a place where everyone learned to fend for themselves. Being a street rat, he could remember the fears of being caught and having everything stripped from him. To survive, the raven haired boy had to steal his food or beg his ass off. His childhood started off with a few punches, but, stunt after stunt, dreams turned him into reality. After puberty, the male had become a lot stronger than many of the other he had fought. Food was a scarce item in a desert like this one; many even prostituted themselves just to achieve a better way of life. However, Kyoya had became known for being a thief or a street rat. Many feared him because of his immense willpower. He was always ready to fight guards or whomever that might stand in his way. The Skylark never went down without a victory at hand.
Hibari was strong, but this town had hated him for being a street rat. He didn't belong in this section, Hibari belongs somewhere greater than this. He wanted to break the boundary between that very wall that stood between him and the king. He was much more than a street rat; he was a king in that of his mind. He belonged in the palace with structures that were painted in gold.
"Hibari, wait up!" he heard Kusakabe yelling from afar. As he heard the tailing footstep, he continued to increase his speed since he didn't want to be bothered with Kusakabe. This life irritated him. Even if he had used Kusakabe for his own selfish gains, Kyoya was unable to breach through those walls. However, he was born to lead.
"Don't tell me what to do, herbivore," the raven haired boy gritted his teeth, as his fellow companion came closer.
The male soon came to a stop, as he changed his facial expression into a stern one. Here, they were in the busiest sections of Agrabah. The one road that enticed travelers far and wide. While everything laid in rubbish, here stood the center of everyone attention. This was the place that started it all. Stalls that aligned down to the palace, it was a facade for the royalties. However, this was a breeding ground for street rats like him. Children were often left to fight for themselves or chased away. It wasn't impossible to live lavishly outside of the palace, but it could be like hell for those who lack the riches or resources.
Grabbing an apple from one of the stalls, he could hear a loud gasp along with a yell that was signaling the guards.
Guards, they weren't to be taken lightly of. They were all highly trained military men, even certain street rats would try to run and cower from them. It has been said that those who have been caught have never seen the daylights again.
However, Hibari Kyoya could care less what the guards would/could do. It was a great way to start up the day with an early exercise. The skies seemed limitless today. Taking a bite into the apple, he swore that one day he would become boundless. The guards soon appeared in front of him with unlimited backup. "It's Hibari! Get more reinforcement," the palace guards began shouting to signal the rest.
With a stroke of his arms, his tonfa appeared in his hands. He was ready to fight for his life.
"Get out of my way," his eyes glared at the crowding men. This was almost funny to Hibari, this was perhaps one tenth of the palace's army men. He always wanted a challenge and he wanted to get rid of all of them to prove his strength.
Surrounded from every corner, he would need to deal with them from every side and make a getaway through the cracks of the windows or either passageway.
Let just say, Hibari was quick on feet; he was ready to ditch Kusakabe. One by one, their weapons were directed to him. Hibari knocked one out of his way and charged directly at the men. A simple strike to the guard's stomach stirred the guards. "Come forward to challenge me," he said, as the guards gripped their weapons.
Defeating his enemies, he began to feel his foot damp with blood. There were loud moans and groans, as many of the guards piled on top of their comrades. He didn't want to kill them since this was a sport for Hibari. When body began to pile next to Hibari, he continued motioning to the closest door. He had to play this game to his advantage or else he would be overwhelmed. Blood began getting onto Hibari's blazer, as the weapon's grip began to get tighter.
Arriving at the doorstep, Hibari knocked the door. A view of an average living standard in Agrabah was here. A street rat like him could never afford this home. A yelp could be heard along with a pot falling onto the ground. His eyes glanced at the innocent bystander. He didn't have time to introduce himself and he headed to the staircase to the roof. This way, he could single them out and strike them out without any hassle. He wanted victory and he was already outnumbered by hundreds.
He continued until he could feel the pressure of against his body increasing. His breath was definitely becoming uneven, Hibari almost looked flustered. Agrabah could be hell in the summer; the heat easily exhausted many. His eyes scorched the house for the roof. The more agitated he became, the more he wanted to crack the wall just so he would be on top. Finally, he found the outer entrance to the roof, the male pushed opened the door and breathed the stale air. Making a stop to breathe, he could hear the sound of countless guards making their way through.
"What a waste," he looked at the blood stained blazer, as he tossed it aside.
Hibari Kyoya revealed a white button down shirt tucked in trousers. The blazer fell to the floor, as two guards appeared at the bottom of the stairs with weapons in their hands. Hibari waited for the enemy to approach him as he got into a proper position. Within a few hits, their faces began to disfigure as their bodies fell backward. Waiting and waiting, the male continued to attacking the force that piled on top of each other at the door. He needed a challenge even if it meant risking his life; there had to be a change in his life.
When the guards seem to slow, he could see that one of them had appeared to stop right before entering the piles of bodies.
The guard looked back to warn the others, "We'll deal with this later; we have to catch the prince first." One of the guards took a straight look at Hibari and he knew that their fight was set on to a halt. The armed force soon cleared out, as only a few determined ones remained to fight the Skylark. His mind had gone unfocused by what he had heard. What would the prince be doing outside in the streets of Agrabah? He whacked the last few army men and made sure that the deed was done. As the last guard retreated, his fight ended with the last drop of blood dripping off his tonfa.
To provoke the Skylark was surely not a good thing. With a twinge of delight, maybe he could use to better his position. Maybe he could get out of this forsaken town or become someone. Yet it wasn't quite a surprise, the prince was at his age of marriage. With thousands of females bypassing him, why would he come to the city? It didn't matter to him. Such a pity, a prince would die out in the streets of Agrabah. With a dead prince, the kingdom would fall. His eyes scanned the opened skies before him; he wouldn't be bound by where he was.
The Skylark chuckled a bit, a dead prince how amusing.