A/N: I finally got around to finishing the first part of the next installment of TYL Hibari and Chastain's story. Initally this was supposed to be a one-shot but I found that I couldn't put it all into one singular 'snapshot' of their lives and decided to put it up in parts. As of now I don't know how many pieces there will be but it should be fewer than the on-going 'What Might Have Been', which needs to be updated a-sap. I hope those of you who read my other short series for Hibari and Chastain like this one as well and do firgive me for the shortness of the first installment. :D

Take care,

~ SugarLandBabyGirl

Parenthood

Katekyo Hitman Reborn! One-shot:

TYL Hibari Kyoya

~ Part One ~

The little yellow ball of feathers perched in his dark hair chirped happily as the Cloud Guardian slid the front door open and stepped into his home. He had been out of Japan and away from his family for almost a whole month. It wasn't the first time nor would it be the last, but this time was different somehow. Just being back in Namimori was a relief. The air was different here, peaceful and pleasant. Hibari stopped dead in the entryway of his house, his eyes narrowed in suspicion and slight worry as the scent of something burnt caught his nose and the sight of his house being full of dark grey smoke greeted him. Nothing seemed out of order, save for the smoke. Casually he slipped off his shoes, but the left the door wide open so the house could air out.

Striding through the house with a clear purpose, Hibari paused at his wife's old room, hearing the sound of a blaring TV. "Kaito," He called out in a moderate tone, before sliding the door open. A head of softly spiked fallow hair didn't even turn to acknowledge his entrance. How could he possibly with the volume turned up so loud? The ten-year-old had his face stuck in some videogame he didn't remember buying and a piece of chocolate flavored Pocky hanging limply between his thinned lips. Several empty cartons of the junk food littered the floor near him, as well as empty soda cans and piles of dirty clothes strewn about at random. "Kaito," Hibari called louder and with much less patience in his tone. The boy tensed, finally having heard his father over the game. "Otou-san," Kaito returned slowly, his cobalt blue-grey eyes widening slightly as he caught sight of the imposing figure of his father standing in his doorway.

Oh, he was in trouble now and he knew it. That look said it all. Not only was his room a mess, but he had been caught red-handed eating junk food before dinner, and playing a videogame his father did not like. More importantly the loud TV was disturbing his father's peace. His mother had mentioned something in passing about parents being able to strike the fear of god in their children, but Kaito was certain that the so-called 'fear of god' was nothing compared to his father's anger. A naturally tanned hand snatched the sweet biscuit out of his mouth and he threw it into the nearby trashcan, nearly missing in his rush. "Err, M-mom's in the kitchen with Naoto, and Yumiko." He told his father, hoping beyond hope that his mother would save him from his father's punishment. The boy tired to cover his mess up with an innocent grin.

There was a short, tense silence before the older Hibari grunted. "Clean your room, now." Kaito responded with an immediate 'yes sir' and began to do as his father ordered. Kyoya spared his eldest son one last glance, making sure the boy was doing as told, before heading to the kitchen. Sure enough, Chastain was in the kitchen running water into a burnt steaming pan. Their infant son, Naoto propped on her hip. Her long fallow hair was thrown up into a messy bun. "Eck! Momma we can't eat that!" Their six year old daughter, Yumiko, announced through a pinched nose. Her pretty face scrunched up in disgust and her cerulean eyes watery from the fumes. "I agree. Maybe we have time to order out before they get here?" The woman muttered lowly with a soft, defeated sigh. Kyoya could practically see his wife's sour frown, even though she was turned away from him.

Anyone who knew the half Grecian woman at all knew, without a flicker of a doubt, that Chastain couldn't cook to save her life. So why was she attempting to do so now? "Yumiko, could you find momma's phone, please." Chastain asked the raven haired girl, who smiled, her nose still pinched shut between her thumb and index finger. The little girl giggled and turned, only to catch sight of her father leaning casually against the door frame. "Daddy you're back!" She squealed happily and lunged at the Mafioso, arms spread wide. Kyoya caught her mid-lunge and picked her up, so she could wrap her tiny arms around his neck. Chastain having been slightly startled by her daughter's unexpected outburst, turned to watch as her husband smiled softly down at his little girl. 'I'm almost jealous,' Chastain mused with a slight smile, as the blond haired infant in her arms started to wiggle around restlessly, making happy noises when his grey-blue eyes caught sight of his father.

Feeling slightly embarrassed at being caught in the act of ruining yet another meal, Chastain turned away from her mess. She would have to clean it up soon though. Her husband's gaze caught hers as their youngest reached out to his father, clearly wanting to be held. "Your son, Kyoya," Without a word, Kyoya willingly took the squirming boy into his one free arm. Chastain smiled at the image of the Namimori demon with an infant on one hip and a smiling six year old on the other. Hibari Kyoya didn't look so threatening now. It was too bad he would vehemently object to having a picture taken. She watched on for a moment longer, before she left the kitchen. She still had to find her phone. When she reached her eldest son's room, she paused to watch as Kaito raced around his room stuffing his dirty clothes into a hamper and the trash into his overflowing trashcan. "Kaito," She called softly, not bothering to hide her amused smile.

"Mom," The boy breathed out in relief, before flashing his signature half-smile, half-smirk. "Leave your clothes in the laundry room and I'll get them tonight." Kaito's lips dropped into a slight frown. "Are you sure? Dad wanted me to do them." He muttered a bit begrudgingly, not wanting his father angry at him. Chastain glanced around to make sure Kyoya wasn't within hearing distance. "I'll deal with your father. You just finish cleaning your room," She told him kindly, before moving forward a step, but paused turning back to her eldest an unreadable expression on her face. "Next time, when you're playing games," Kaito's heart sank a little at the seriousness of tone. "Make sure to keep the volume turned down." With a smile and a wink, she left her grinning son to clean up his mess. It was a bit unfortunate that Kyoya had to walk in on their eldest playing a videogame that she had secretly bought him, when Kyoya had refused to get it for his son. However she hadn't just simply given it to him. She wasn't that type of parent; Kaito had, in her opinion, earned it.

It wouldn't have been so bad, but Kyoya had returned earlier than she had anticipated and she hadn't had time to really clean up the house before their guests turned up for dinner. She knew he would definitely be talking to her about it later, after the kids were asleep. For now however, she needed to find her phone and order out. "And I need to get cleaned up." She muttered dourly when she caught a glimpse of herself in a hallway wall mirror. Her hair was a tangled mess, and not the good 'I've-just-been-blissfully-ravished-by-my-sexy-husband' kind either. Not to mention her rumpled and stained clothes. Dressed in comfortable black shorts with neon colors splattered all over them and a simple black wife beater, she wasn't exactly winning any beauty pageant awards. All-in-all she looked like a busy mother of three kids that lived a busy life. She loved her children more than anything, but sometimes she mulled over the idea of dropping them off with their 'Aunts' and 'Uncles' for a day, or a few hours at least.

Thinking of being ravished, or rather the lack there of being, had Chastain sighing heavily, her eyes fluttering longingly. It had been a while since she and Kyoya had, had any alone time just to themselves. Between Kyoya carrying out missions for the Vongola tenth and her taking care of their three highly active children and home, there was no time for those kinds of things. Even if she, as well as her infallible husband, were a bit sexually frustrated. If Kyoya was as frustrated as she, then he was damn good at hiding it. "Cold bastard," She mumbled in English under her breath, catching her eldest son's smirking gaze when she caught movement down the hall from the corner of her eye. God if Kaito didn't look just like his father when he did that. "Don't repeat that." She order in her so-called 'mom voice'. "Not a word." Kaito promised with a mischievous grin and a wink, before trudging past her to the laundry room, overstuffed hamper in hand.

"Hey, mom," He called softly, he turned back to look at his tired mother. Chastain turned her head to her eldest in question. "You always look beautiful." He told her sincerely just before he disappeared into the laundry room. Struck speechless, Chastain watched him go with a slow content smile curling on her lips. She shook her head, the smile still on her face as she entered her bedroom. Her eldest was such a charmer. One day, she was certain, he would break a few hearts, as long as he didn't end up becoming more like his father after he hit puberty. When she finally found her phone, which was strategically hidden under a pile of bills she had yet to look at, she quickly dialed the number of a local restaurant she knew had good food and quick delivery. After ending the call she ripped the band from her messy hair, quickly stripped and dropped her clothes into her bathroom hamper before hopping into the shower. It would have to be a quick one since she was running behind schedule, but it was all the luxury she could afford to have for now.

~ To Be Continued ~