The Sky is Falling; TYL!Hibari
A little yellow bird jumps around and chirps, something like distress in every quivering feather. He doesn't like planes. The sky is falling, he says, because Mukuro is an ass and Chrome likes children's stories. The sky is falling.
Hibari slits open an eye and stares at his bird. There's a message from Gokudera Hayato next to today's newspaper and gently steaming tea. The enemy are moving, and Hibari has a mission that has taken him away from Namimori. He's flying back now, abandoning his search for more weapons, any weapons for the Vongola to use in their losing war.
The sky is falling, says Hibird, and jumps around desolately.
The boss is dead, reads the message. It goes on to detail movements, routes and plans of action, but Hibari can sense Yamamoto Takeshi's hand in them. The real message is the one only from Gokudera, four words and the end of his world.
Folded on the table, the newspaper displays the headline of floods in so-and-so, but Hibari has no need of paper to tell him how the wind will change.
Mist in the morning, and no one has really heard from Mukuro in months.
The storms are over for now, the thunder and rain subsiding, Yamamoto will not let Gokudera fall, but Lambo is scant protection. They'll strike again, as fast and soon as possible.
There is no talk of sunny weather or cloudy skies, but Sasagawa will come as fast as he can go.
The boss is dead.
Hibird sings, subsides. Perches on Hibari's shoulder. The sky is falling, he chirps sadly.
Hibari's hands ghost over rings as light and useless as air. He misses the heavy weight of only ever having to carry one ring, and the solidity of it's marking.
The sky is falling, and his boss is dead.
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