Stop and Stare

Hibari Kyouya Fan fiction

It is past four in the afternoon, and the sky is tainted with its afternoon colour. The students of Namimori High shuffled carelessly towards the school gates, eager to go home early, oblivious to the raven-haired prefect looking down from the Dsciplinary Committee Office. The students are noisy, and they are all crowded together like a flock of helpless herbivores. Crowding is prohibited in the school grounds, in fact, wherever Hibari Kyouya is.

Normally, he would've jumped down from the window and terrorize the students. But Kyouya just chuckled darkly and closed his eyes, carefully sketching to memory every detail of what just transpired that morning. Opening his eyes, he reaches for three Polaroid photographs atop his desk. He examines each picture closely. One picture shows him standing in front of four thugs, one of whom is pointing a pocket knife to his throat. Kyouya merely stared at him, as if he wasn't pointing any sharp object at all. The second picture shows the four thugs lying helplessly on the floor, already beaten up, with Kyouya still standing with a pair of tonfa in his hands, maintaining his icy demeanor. The third one shows him staring directly in front of the camera, and that was when he realized the presence of the one taking pictures.

Hibari put the photographs down and folded his arms, looking down over the bunch of students once again. No matter how annoying it was to him, he can't help but smirk at what happened that morning.

Stupid girl...

-Earlier that morning-

The morning would've been perfect for Namimori High Disciplinary Committee President if not for the four fearless herbivores who dared to cross swords with Hibari Kyouya, Namimori's living embodiment of hell.

Unfortunatelym these guys might've not known who he was.

"Now, be obedient and hand us your money, kid", one of them said. Kyouya visibly twitched at the stench of a mixture of alcohol and sweat.

He merely stared at them, and then suddenly, spoke in a cold, spine-tingling voice, "Move out of my way, or I'll bite you to death."

The threat meant nothing to them, as they shot their heads back and burst out in a boisterous laugh. One of them even pointed a knife to Kyouya's throat.

"Ohh...I'm scared! A middle-schooler biting me to death..!" he remarked sarcastically.

In an instant, Hibari held out a pair of tonfa from his sleeves and even before they could recover from their laughter, they were already lying on the ground, helpless and beaten. They were all dumbfounded and shocked, and Hibari kicked the pocket knife away.

"Bunch of herbivores..."

He wouldn't have noticed it, if not for the flash of light from his peripheral view. Slowly, he lowered his tonfa, and stared at the camera, or rather, at the person holding it.

She was around his age. Her unkempt blonde hair falls on her pale soldiers and down to her waist. Her floral dress drops shortly above her knees, and vaguely reminds him of summer and butterflies. Her feet were bare save for the pair of black shoes she's wearing, a perfect contrast to her fair complexion. Her skin could've been a flawless canvass, if not for the dark patches of bruises on her wrist and hands and a few bandages on her knee. She was lucky she even moved, or Kyouya might've mistaken her for a Korean BJD and crushed her to a pulp. She reluctantly lowers her Polaroid camera and looked at him uncertainly.

"What are you doing?" he asked flatly.

She made no response, instead continues to stare at him. Her gold locks were framing her pale face, slightly obscuring it. Her eyes looked sleepy, and it seemed as if she'd faint anytime. He didn't know whether it was because of his presence or if it was natural on her. Suddenly, she dropped three photos from the Polaroid, and she bent down on her knees to pick them up. In a flash, Hibari was already in front of the girl, looming over her, still clutching to his tonfas. The girl looked up at him with her innocent blue orbs, and for a moment, he was transfixed on something he wasn't really sure, that he didn't even notice the fluffy, snow-white little puppy behind her. He stared straight into her eyes, and for some reason, he can't help but suppress a grin. He's practically scaring her, though she obviously wasn't showing it, not in front of him. That moment felt like eternity, and Hibari broke out of the trance all of a sudden.

"Go. Or I'll bite you to death..."

Her eyes visibly widened at his threat, and without even bothering to pick up the fallen photographs, she grabbed her puppy and ran away, and into the side alley. Hibari blinked. He could've run after her. It would be so uncharacteristic of him to let her go away, but he just brushed it off.

Without much thinking, he bent down and picked up the three pictures from the ground, wondering how and why anyone would even take a picture of him like that. He tucked the photos in his pocket, and walked off to Namimori High smirking.