i love happy families.
they make me feel happy too,
regardless of my current mood.
so,
my question is
"What makes you happy the moment you see it?"
I Love You
There are many ways to receive that phrase,
and many ways to interpret it.
For Hibari Kyoya, it had many meanings.
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There wasn't anything that particularly interested the youngest child of the Hibari family.
The little six-year-old was a very curious character.
If something caught the corner of his eye and intrigued him at how the item worked, he would ask...
...and ask...
...and ask...
...and ask, until someone was so fed up with it, they would translate the confusing language of science into words that a toddler could understand and relay it to him.
Which, by the experience of those who went through this odd form of torture, was not an easy task to accomplish.
His persistent inquiring grated onto many people's brains, especially the maids that served in the mansion, resulting in many of them leaving instead of being fired.
But the child didn't care, and continued on his march to mechanical and scientific knowledge.
By the time he was nearly five, he had amazingly already lost interest in how objects worked.
Instead, he became very set on analyzing how humans worked.
More exactly, he was confused on the concept of body language and emotions.
For a while, his target was his father.
When he couldn't keep up with the mixed signals the taller male gave him, his patience ran out.
"How do you feel about me, Father?"
Alaude lowered the the newspaper so that his eyes peeked over the top edge, skepticism obvious in the look he gave his son.
But the expression the child wore was that of a serious one. He set the paper down on his crossed legs and took off his reading glasses, letting them dangle on his fingers. His sharply handsome face was adorned with lightly furrowed eyebrows and a slight frown.
For the longest time, he just stared, and eventually the focus in his eyes was lost and became blank.
Finally, after a few very long minutes, he replied:
"I don't know."
It was the first time the six-year-old heard his father admit that he didn't know anything.
It was quite the shocker, really.
Then, with a five second pause later, he added:
"But someone I know does."
The child gave his father a strange look. At seeing this, the blond Frenchman merely shrugged and slid his glasses back on, resuming his reading. However, his son was not quite done yet.
"Who?"
Alaude sighed. He had momentarily forgotten how talkative his son could be. With an air of finality, he snapped the newspapers shut and set it to the side. He leaned forward, folding his hands together on his knees. His eyes shined with an emotion that he knew his son wouldn't understand yet.
"Do you want to meet your mother, Kyoya?"
Hibari Kyoya blinked in slight surprise, having not expected that. He had never seen or heard anything about his mother ever before. That was because Alaude never mentioned her, but if his son was this eager to know more about what family was like, then he would get the knowledge he wanted. Education was a major subject for Alaude, but he also missed Kyoya's mother.
Not that... he would ever say that aloud.
The dark gray eyes of his son hardened to glints of steel. He knew just how strong his father was. If Alaude was a carnivore, then certainly, his mate would be a carnivore too.
...right?
He nodded determinedly.
"Yes."
Alaude sighed again, but this time more quietly. He nodded along with his son and dug into his pocket, pulling out his cellphone. His thumb pressed on a button for a while, and the dull beep of a connected line sounded. He moved to a different button, and pressed on that as well.
"What the hell do you want?"
Kyoya nearly stumbled back, not from the sudden curse, but from the amount of hostility the tone held. The voice was muffled from being transmitted by a machine, but the six-year-old could analyze it nevertheless. It was a clear, fresh sort of voice, as if it was a cool breeze up in the mountains. But at the same time...
Alaude's frown deepened by a fraction at the tone of the person at the other side of the line.
"Hello to you too. I have a favor to ask."
The answer was almost immediate.
"A favor? Why would I do you a favor?"
...it was like hearing fire. Blazing and intense as wildfire, but soft as a candle's flickering flame. Kyoya found himself liking it. His father's voice was the opposite, curt and clip and icy and cold. It was a nice change, but... who was this person?
He watched his father smirk, and was confused at the lack of a negative emotion in it. He thought smirks were supposed to be something you did when you were planning something awful, but the smirk Alaude had on seemed nothing more than affectionate.
"Because I was under the impression that you would like to see your son."
Silence.
Kyoya waited for the voice to speak again, wanting to hear it more now that he knew that this fiercely gentle person was his mother. After a second or two, he got his desire, but the effects almost blew him off his feet.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I WOULD LOVE TO SEE MY BABY. YOU TWO-FACED BASTARD, YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID SO SOONER. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHEN SHOULD I COME? NOW? I'LL LEAVE NOW, IS THAT OKAY? WAIT, IS HE THERE? OH SHIT, IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY SOON. WHAT DOES HE LIKE? ASK HIM, SO I CAN MAKE IT ALL PERFECT AND GIVE IT TO HIM WHEN I GET THERE. IS HE - "
A lion.
It felt as if a lion was roaring at him.
Kyoya was already trembling at the excitement his mother stirred up inside him. He had always thought women were delicate, fragile creatures that broke all too often. She mustbe a carnivore. Herbivores didn't have the ability to shake people to their knees. If she was a carnivore, then she must be strong as well.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), Alaude interrupted before the volume of her voice shook the house down.
"Just start packing. I'll arrange the fligh - "
She hung up before he got to finish. The droning beeps resounded throughout the completely silent room. Alaude rolled his blue eyes and snapped his cellphone shut. He saw the wide-eyed expression of his son and raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"Well? Aren't you going to get ready to meet your moth - "
The six-year-old was out the door before the complete sentence reached his ears.
Alaude sighed once more, running a hand through his platinum blond hair. He wondered if the tendency to not hear out someone ran in his son's mother's family blood. He stayed where he was sitting for a while and then leaned over to the side, picking up his black trench coat.
He didn't show it on his face, but honestly, he was just as excited as his son to see his fiancée.
Heading for the front entrance, he waited for his son.
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A/N:
OOOOOOOHHHH MMMMMMYYYYYY GGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD.
I HATE BEGINNINGS AND ENDINGS OF A CHAPTER
I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO IT
WAAAAAAAAAAHH
quite frankly, it didn't turn out as i planned.
but nothing ever does.
did you know that all of my stories were typed upon my whim?
NONE OF IT WAS PLANNED.
NOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOFFFFF IIIIIIIIITTTTTTT