Author's Note: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and the characters are copyrighted to Akira Amano.
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At times like these, it's hard to wonder if he'll ever see the butterfly.
All he sees, touches, kisses, is the blood on his lips after a fight. Fighting is all he does, and he lusts for more. He just cannot get enough.
It's a wonder if he'll see her crying for him.
"Hibari-san," says the tiny girl's voice. He studies her, watching her roundish face turn pink. She tries to hard. But she is going for it anyway. This little five year old, all bundled up in her scarf, jacket and mittens, her tiny eyes looking at her feet as she tries to cope with this unnatural feeling. He would know, he's never felt it before either.
"Yes." His answer is more a statement than a question.
"H-here!" the five year old girl holds up a box. He cocks his head and kneels down so that her head was now the same level as her knees. He takes the box gingerly, curiously holding the lavender box with a simple, yet messily tied, white ribbon over it. He then...smiles. The corners of his lips twitch as they curve up, into a smile that spoke of general kindness.
"Thank you."
She looks down, rubbing her mittens together. Her smile is wide. He then leans over, and presses his lips to her cheek. A gesture, of no meaning to him, but to her, it means the world. She squeaks, and runs away before anything bad happened to her.
At times like these, she wonders if he noticed her.
The butterfly.
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