Do You Remember Then?

By: G. Alyssa

Summary: Everyone knew that Tsuna wouldn't wake up from his coma. Even his doctor, Hibari Kyoya knew that it was impossible. But ever since he saw the ghost of his comatose patient, he didn't know how medicine can cure this. 1827 Sort of AU.

Pairing: 1827, HibarixTsuna

Warning: Grammar structure seemed in a poor quality. I lack imagination nowadays. Please bear with the way I write. (Someday I will get my muse back. Heh) And since Hibari is a surgeon (what? The scariest man as a surgeon?) there is a high possibility that I make him OOC. Miina, I hope you can read this prologue till the very end!

Anyways, enjoy!

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Prologue

He was a surgeon.

A profession he pursued when he took the liberty to choose his field of course back in the university. He found it strange that he, who used to be known as the scariest man in Naminori city, ended up saving lives.

He used to be the head prefect in Naminori Middle school, the infamous bastard who had no mercy upon those who disobey the rules and regulations of the school. He even made a new rule to the school (he would never admit that the cause was not to fuel up his irritation): Never to crowd around like herbivores when he was around. A crowd of herbivores would always make a carnivore angry indeed. And not to mention his infamous phrase "bite you to death" gave them horrifying memories. Ah, indeed those were the bloody days where he could torn them from limb to limb until they couldn't walk for weeks. Those were the days…

But now, it was all over. He became a surgeon with the highest rank on the Licensure exam. Rules spread like igniting fire when the news of Hibari Kyoya from Naminori, ended up as a surgeon. It started from mere gossips, from the announcements from the school reunion and surprisingly from the media. Hibari Kyoya was famous all over.

But he became famous for a different reason as soon as he got his first surgical performance. It was a risky surgery that would even make the best surgeon in Japan sweat in anxiety, it was a young boy who had a face disfigure. He recalled back then that the boy's left side of his face was shaped as a balloon which was hard to disfigure due to the muscle tissues connecting to unnecessary joints that caused mucus all over his cheek (thus it grew larger by the minute). It was said that the boy won't live long due to that growing mould so a surgery was a must. But if once accidentally touch, blood would burst out and it might also kill the boy. That was why many of the best doctors across North America backed out of this perilous case.

But strangely, enough, his professor in the university recommended him, an inexperience surgeon, to operate him. It wasn't that he was reluctant about it, as a matter of fact he gave a straight yes.

To everyone's surprise, he did a tremendous job—like a connection between his hand with a scalpel and the patient with the unwanted musk. He did the surgery with ease with his expression unreadable to their eyes. It seemed that he wasn't even afraid yet, the sight of his surgery already made his assistants trembled in fright. But everyone was awed when the operation was over within eleven hours and Hibari didn't even feel tired at all. (Perhaps his younger years as a prefect made him accessible to pressure) But the only complaint he had after the surgery was that, the operating room was too crowded for him to urge everyone to bite them to death.

Afterwards, he did more surgeries with success than anyone else.

What also made him groaned in annoyance was that he had the title "Hands of God" with that incredible hands of his. When questioned how he deal with surgery with ease, he would answer in his normal way, "Because I am no herbivore." But in reality, he practiced hard with the stitching in his free time back in his college days.

But one thing he hated about being a surgeon was that he could not "bite" people to death much anymore. This made his blood boil in anger whenever his prefect image then was questioned.

And the rest was history.

His drinking buddy (although he would never admit it out loud), Dino Cavallone was surprised to see this new side of his. Indeed, he was even as surprised as that blonde goof.

Which reminded him that he wanted to skin the blonde alive if he couldn't stop barging in him apartment…drunk.

"I told you many times, Kyoya," Said the blonde goof, staring at his can of beer before another word came with a grin. "Being a surgeon isn't that bad and besides, with that ability of yours, you can save thousands—no, millions of people!"

"I say that you're already drunk enough to say that a lot, Cavallone," he grimaced, an irritated vein visible in his head. Dino trespassed his apartment once again in the very late evening. Upon entering his room, he was irritated to see a pair of woolly boots and the scent of beer surrounding his apartment. Obviously, the only idiot who invaded his territory is this blonde herbivore.

"Says the man with low alcohol tolerance," he grinned, pink due to alcoholism was obviously shown in his cheeks. He was still grinning, perfectly clear that he was truly drunk.

He met Dino during his senior year in high school. He was an Italian importer, who came to Japan to see how his macaroni sell well. He got lost there and ended up bugging off some directions of the first person he saw then.

Of course, Hibari beat the pulp out of him for disturbing his daily prefect duties but the way Dino insisted him for directions clearly appeased him.

And afterwards, they became friends and sort of...sex friends. But that didn't mean that there was any sort of relationship other than merely getting sexual activities. And Hibari concluded that he wasn't gay. No sir-ee. He just wanted to achieve his needs, that's all.

Plus he discovered soon after that Dino was a carnivore behind that goof-like features. In fact he realized it then whenever Dino's men were around.

"Cavallone," he growled as he took the can of beer in the blonde's hands. He suddenly yelped as the older man tried to grasp it back. But due to his weak struggles, it was to no avail. "Stop being a herbivore and get your ass off my apartment."

"How mean," he pouted. "After I bedded you last night, you still act cranky towards me?"

"I was the one who fucked you senseless that night." He rolled his eyes.

"But that didn't mean anything at all."

He was definitely testing his patience, not that he had whenever he was off-duty. He must have to admit, being a surgeon was far-off with him.

"What is the problem this time?" As much as he was saving lives everyday didn't mean that he could save Dino from his usual breakdowns. Come to think of it, this happened since Dino sold his macaroni company.

The older blonde grew resilient. There was a hint of hopelessness in his eyes that even Hibari couldn't even tell. For someone who he acknowledged (but never admitted it) an omnivore, this was the first time he saw something "weak" towards this carefree man.

"It's about my brother." Oh. That was the first time Dino talked about his family. "H-He was involved in a certain fire—you know the explosion of the warehouse you saw at the news two months ago? Yeah that one." He forced himself to smile but turned out to be grimly. "We found him, well the police found him hidden inside a fridge and well, he was out cold." There was fear hinted in his features. "He hasn't woken up since then." He turned to Hibari. Oh boy, definitely those eyes of desperation meant something else. "Kyoya, it probably might be impossible but please can you please help him? Every doctor we asked said that it won't be possible for him to wake up anymore! I know that you can help him, Kyoya!"

That's impossible. And with that dreaded state, it was impossible to convince Dino that he wasn't a miracle worker. If the patient was considered to have a vegetative state, that meant it would be too impossible to do anything with the power of medicine—let alone a human being to grasp on a comatose patient. Only time can wait and with extra observation was what anyone could do for the time being.

But there was something that bothered him.

That didn't matter to him, he thought. As he mentally thought a moment ago, a comatose patient is considered dead in his eyes.

"Please check on him."

"What am I supposed to do with a comatose patient?" If looks couldn't be deceiving he was more likely to laugh of how ridiculous Dino was when he begged. It was as if they were in some sort of a hospital soap opera.

But he reminded himself that he always encountered dramatic clichés in the hospital everyday.

"Just check on him, will ya?" He sounded calmer now, trying his best to find the right words where he could successfully convinced him to do anything he rarely even favoured. And if failed, he would bribe with him with a make-up sex even though he wasn't that needy. But God, Dino was fucking good.

Not. that. he. would. admit. it.

He sighed, finally residing his pride of helping without any benefits. But then again a doctor did help patients without getting paid most of the time. "Fine, but that would mean biting you to death after this will be over." Which means a good serious fight. Yes, one fucking serious fight and he would proudly say "I'm a carnivore" to the world.

And besides, that would keep the goof smiling for long.

...

He hardly had any rest last night because of the blonde goof's complaints. He had to get used to it, as a surgeon, he hardly had any rest day. To say that the patient couldn't live any longer by a doctor meant it was impossible for him already. So why would Dino insist to have his younger brother check even if the cases were closed. God knows why he allowed himself to come all the way here, in the room number 27, and already in front of the door. A knock on the door is the only way to meet anyone associated with the blonde goof's brother. (And to meet this boy in person).

He already met the patient's previous doctor: Yokozawa. According to him, the brunette would most likely to die in his sleep unless if some miracle would eventually to happen.

"As if we were actually in some shitty soap opera," he said, amusement was clearly in his features. "Oh, for the record, your specialty is really useless in this case, Doctor Hibari."

And they kept saying that doctors were truly miracle workers.

Here, he brought the documents he got from Doctor Yokozawa. Or most likely picked it out on the ground floor while the bad mouthed herbivore was sprawled in the ground unconscious. Everyone would know who made that mess anyway.

He checked on the description and his eyes faltered a moment when he read his name.

Sawada Tsunayoshi.

It's a Japanese name.

He is twenty four years old (two years younger than he) born in October 14, 19XX, in Naminori City.

Oh? A resident of his favourite town? Why didn't Dino mention about this?

He grunted as he continued.

His guardian according to what was written here was someone by the name Reborn. And his address was written here: Teito Hotel. And his occupation was the most ridiculous job he ever read: the greatest hitman tutor. And another surprising fact was thatDino'sname wasn't in the list of affiliations. If this was a sick joke, a bite to death won't be bad.

But then here he was, reading the synopsis of his new patient and adjusting to every word of the mouth-assed herbivore's bad handwriting. Comatose always comes to a different case of level. It is a mysterious state that only time would tell if the patient died in sleep or not. But usually, ninety percent of critical comatose patients died without warning—the longest one was probably from rough seventy years.

And this young patient was comatose for two months.

Perhaps a quick check on him would be a good done's deed and the blonde wouldn't even complain anymore. Yeah, that would be right.

He knocked on the door and entered inside the room. A frowned marred in his face as well as his brows arched beautifully upon the sight of a –fuck…

Flowers.

Rich, golden flowers surrounding the whole room.

Lots of them.

Honestly, he had this strange hatred towards flowers. Even the sight of sakura blossoms in May made him felt queasy inside.

But that aside, who would be too romantic to even buy tons of dandoffill flo—Dino—Oh. It was given since no one was that too desperate for attention, that blonde goof.

But behind all these crap, there lies his new patient.

The Sawada Tsunayoshi.

If he might not have known his age, he would have thought about the boy who just entered high school judging by his baby face despite with that frail body of his.

Brown hair, skin turned pale probably from the lack of sunlight—everything about this boy didn't resemble anything about Dino Cavallone.

He was too plain Japanese.

The door opened and Dino came to the scene. "Kyoya?" He blinked. "Y-You came?"

"He isn't your brother?"

Dino smiled. Hesitantly answered, "My kind of brother. I like him since we've first met. He had been my little brother since."

He grunted as he turned away from him.

"So do you know about my brother's condition?"

"Obviously he was comatose," not that he needed to explain that. "He was involved in a catastrophe which barely even made anyone alive. According to the reports, he was the only survivor left in that crossfire. There weren't any disfigures or any burnt marks in his body nor a scrap in the head that would possibly be the cause of his condition." He lend him the folder of the filename of Sawada Tsunayoshi. Dino reluctantly accepted it. "This is a file of his x-rays and all I checked was a sprained ankle." Now that he thought about it, a herbivore couldn't possibly have minor injuries from that fire. Even the supposed strongest inside that warehouse (the security guard) couldn't possibly survive. Perhaps there was a sort of mystery going on in this Sawada Tsunayoshi.

"…I see." Hibari stared incuriously at Dino who had been staring off space since he came here. Dino didn't paid any attention to what he said after all. He growled as he went closer to the patient. "Dino… don't get too emotional on me for this."

"Huh?" His brown eyes blinked.

"This boy might not live soon or for a better cause, might be asleep for a long while."

He sighed. "I k-know that." He slumped down to a chair next to the patient. He stared at the brunette with saddened eyes. He caressed his fringes in a soothing manner as he gave a sad smile. "I guess I don't know how I can face the others about your condition, lil' bro."

Hibari raised an inquisitive brow but didn't raise his opinions. Whatever the history between the two didn't matter to him.

He turned to leave.

"Wait, Kyoya."

"What now, Buck-"

"T-Thank you! E-even if you said it was hopeless but still thank you!" There was fire within those weary eyes.

Hibari gave him a blank stare. He was unable to comprehend what Dino said to him.

But then he grunted then turned to leave.

"I never said it was hopeless, herbivore."

...

He knew he was getting tired. With just a half an hour sleep last night with Dino hogging him till dawn was a sign of his negligence to his health. Sleeping pills would only make him a hypocrite as he usually advised his patients to avoid taking them. As a doctor, it was advisable to have a good relationship with your patients even though he was known never to smile in front of them.

He was tired yet he continued to check on his patients and went to the operation room as scheduled. But when night came, he finally ended his operation as he came to his office and slumped himself to the couch. He was truly exhausted.

Sometimes he always wondered what would it feel like if he didn't decide to go for med school. Then he would have been in Naminori and bite people to death there. But that seemed so childish. He was a grown man now, he shouldn't dwell in the past anymore.

Breaking every bone of his prey, causing problems to the hospitals. He knew then that he had been a child back then, a young lad looking for some entertainment while protecting his little town.

Now since he had been a doctor, residing in Tokyo, he hadn't been patrolling around places for a long while.

He hadn't been resting like this.

As he let his thoughts continued to surface, his mind slowly but surely would drifted to slumber.

He could finally have his sleep.

"A-Ano…"

His eyes snapped open and jumped from the couch. He looked around his surroundings. No one at his sight. And there was no way that Hibari could not have sense an intruder lurking in his home.

Maybe he was delusional?

His weariness was really sipping off his state of mind.

"I'm here…"

But the voice seemed clearer to him. The way the voice resonated near his ear was that the fact that someone was really behind him.

As he turned, he swore that his opinions towards science became questionable as soon as his eyes slightly widened.

"I need your help…"

It was Sawada Tsunayoshi.

And his whole body was translucent.

It was the ghost of a comatose patient.

End

A/N: So what do you think?

Happy birthday to Hibari Kyoya! I know being a surgeon is impossible for you but hey, if you handle the tonfas well maybe you can handle the scalpel, too!