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Cloud [Nuvola]
"Kyoya, have you ever wondered why the sky was so vast?"
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He didn't pay attention to herbivores. They were weak. They crowded. They were noisy.
Tsunyoshi was the epitome of the herbivores: he was weak. More than weak; fragile. He would trip, he would fall, he would fail. He was noisy. More than noisy; obnoxious. He would scream, he would yell, he would "Hiieeee!"
God the thought of that herbivore's voice gave the skylark a headache.
The only thing that the weak herbivore didn't do [which he was highly grateful because Hibari couldn't stay sane if there was more than one] he didn't crowd. The weak hebivore was almost always by himself. In the classroom, at lunch, after school, before school, activities, and even during those times when school had ended. The weak herbivore always had his head angled towards the sky seemingly ignorant of the people around him. Content in just watching the clouds drift by. His exemption from those times were when he was crowding with those other herbivores dubbed as "bullies". The ones that Hibari was not unaware of. Every time they laid a hand on the weak herbivore he gave them back 10 times fold. Under the sole reason for disturbing the peace of Namimori.
Then what happened next, which never failed to irritate the skylark more, the weak herbivore would smile. Smile at the bloodied carnivore.
"Thank you, Hibari-san," the weak herbivore would say. Then like always Hibari's brow would twitch breaking his reserved facade and he would turn around efficiently hitting the brunette square on the forehead. To this day Hibari would forever deny hitting the weak herbivore with less strength than any other. Promptly, Hibari would turn around and walk away rage building, but never before calling an ambulance to pick the worthless herbivores up.
When was it that the weak herbivore seemed to always pop up? [Because Hibari refused to believe he was paying attention to anyone less than an carnivore.] No matter where Hibari would be or doing he seemed to have a sixth sense about the weak herbivore. A reflex that greatly irritated the skylark to no end.
It must have been when Hibari first made contact with the herbivore. Now Hibari made it his top priority to familiarize, but no associate with the students classed "crowding herbivores" of Namimori. So when the brunette came barging onto the roof one day, breaking Hibari's peaceful sleep, he automatically knew who it was he was biting to death.
Tsunayoshi Sawada
Age: 13
DoB: October 14, 19XX
Height: 157 cm
Weight: 46.5 kg
Class: Class 2-A
The weak herbivore stared at him with wide eyes immediately coming to the realization he had just entered the lion's den. The skylark sat up yawning tussling his dark hair before turning sharp gray eyes to the weak herbivore. The fear in the brunette's eyes multiplied as he took a step back.
"Hiiieee! H-H-Hibariii-!" The brunette stuttered and turned on his heels to run back into the school. Hibari closed his eyes dusting off his sleeves before standing up. The tonfas he kept hidden on his person slid gracefully into his hands. Before the skylark was able to give chase the brunette suddenly stopped at the doorway. The sounds of gathering herbivores echoed in the stairwell.
Hibari's eyes narrowed: how dare they crowd in his presence.
"Herbivore," he hissed in warning. The weak herbivore's shoulders tensed before he turned around stiffly meeting gray with brown. The brunette's eyes flashed with conflicting emotions, he seemed unsure of himself. Until finally, as if his decision was made, the weak herbivore turned around to face the skylark. Oh, Hibari thought in surprise, what is this?
"I will bite you to death," he warned the usual threat. The threat that usually sent herbivores running in terror, except this weak one. Curious. He watched the brunette swallow thickly before nodding. Hibari's eyes narrowed. The brunette was trembling in fear, his face was pale, his grip on his pants were turning his knuckles white, and he was constantly licking his lips. He looked like he was on the verge of passing out, but the look of determination stopped the skylark from charging. Something about that look...shook him. Hibari immediately stomped that thought down as soon as it had risen. Kyoya Hibari didn't know fear; he relished in it. Served it. He, himself, wasn't able to conjure such a herbivore like feeling. He was carnivore.
The skylark gripped his tonfa's feeling more irritated than he was before. The weak herbivore took advantage of the skylark lack of movement to shoot forward. Straight at the awaiting carnivore.
"Oh," Hibari smirked raising a tonfa. The brunette's eyes squeezed shut in mid-run raising his arms to protect his face. Awaiting his pending death. Hibari huffed in annoyance at the loss of a challenge, but he was never one to skip a punishment. Swinging the tonfa, he aimed for the brunette's open abdominal.
Then the impossible happened, surprising the skylark.
"Wow,"
The weak herbivore had grabbed the end of the tonfa before it penetrated into his soft flesh. The brunette's eyes snapped open as he looked at what he had done.
"Heeeiii~!" he screeched letting the tonfa go like his hand was on fire.
Interesting, Hibari thought as he charged again. This time [with the brunette watching him with eyes wide as saucers] Hibari aimed the tonfa to the brunette's head, and successfully connected. He watched with mild interest as the weak herbivore's eyes rolled back in his head, and his body leave the ground and roll off to the side.
The brunette was out cold.
Hibari hovered over the brunette his gray eyes analyzing. How did this weak herbivore catch his first punch? The way his arms and legs were skinny told the skylark the weak herbivore didn't have any impressive muscles, and the way he stumbled when he ran towards the skylark suggested poor stamina and lack of coordination. Maybe it was just pure luck.
To bad Hibari didn't believe in luck. Sounds of foot falls stopped at the door.
"Where is-!"
Hibari turned coldly to the gathering herbivores at the edge of his sanctuary. He narrowed his eyes as he recognized the students.
Aobi Tetsu
Class: 3-B
Kenshin Reo
Class 6-B
Miroku Kai
Class: 6-B
All third year students.
"Eek! Its H-H-Hibari-san!" Reo screeched backing away.
"So what," Tetsu growled taking a step forward, "Are you the one who knocked out, dame-tsuna? He was our prey!"
"Aobi-san," Kai whispered pulling at the arm of the taller boy, "D-d-d-don't! Do you want to get us bitten to death?"
Tetsu just shrugged off his friend's hold, "Since you took our morning entertainment away. How about you be our new one, little punk?"
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They couldn't even be considered an appetizer to the carnivore.
The fight lasted 30 seconds. The big talk herbivore went down first before he even swung a punch, and then came the two worthless herbivores who tried to scramble away from the blood thirsty carnivore. Hibari wiped the blood on one the herbivore's shirt before retracting them and walking away. He headed towards the stairwell, yawning as he went, with an intention of getting more sleep before the end of school when he heard a pain filled moan. From his peripheral vision he could see the weak herbivore sitting up cradling his head. Turning sharp eyes to the brunette, he watched as the herbivore came to the realization he was surrounded by bodies and screamed.
"Hhhhiee!" he backed away frantically until his back hit the chained gate.
"Herbivore," Hibari catching the brunette's attention before walking nonchalantly over.
"Eek! H-H-Hibari-san!" the weak herbivore squeaked. Gray eyes captured brown and held. For minutes the two stared at each other, Hibari inquisitive and the herbivore terrified. With the air thick and heavy around the two, Hibari finally spoke.
"Herbivore, why did you do it?" he questioned, eyes resting on the brunette's hand that had done the amazing feat.
"Eh?" was the confused reply, "I-I-I don't k-k-k-know...-" he words drifted off. His eyes flashing as he realized the meaning of the skylark's words.
"Y-y-y-you m-m-m-mean w-whe-when I-I d-d-didn't r-r-run a-w-aw-away?" he asked looking up into gray.
Hibari remained silent, waiting for the answer to his question. The weak herbivore fidgeted in his spot as if embarrassed.
"B-b-b-because I-I-I k-k-knew y-y-you would h-h-h-hit me," he answered his brown eyes swirling with conflicting emotions, "Y-y-you w-w-were the lesser e-e-evil, I-I-I guess." Hibari eyes narrowed, This herbivore...
He didn't like it that the herbivore seemed less afraid of him than those worthless herbivores. Carnivore's should bring fear not benevolence.
"S-s-s-soo I-I-I guess I sh-sh-should b-b-be t-t-t-thankful o-o-of m-m-my q-quick d-d-d-decision," the brunette muttered to himself before giving the skylark a smile.
That annoyingly innocent smile.
"Thank you, Hibari-san," he stated clearly.
Hibari's brow twitched. He released his tonfas and quickly, without hesitation, incapacitated the weak herbivore. The brunette eyes rolled back, and his body swayed before falling to the side with an unsatisfying 'thud'.
"Hn," the skylark snorted, and walked away, back into his school.
Ridiculous.
Detective Soichiro knew he was going to arrive soon.
Why? Because he got a text from an unknown sender saying: stay. That one word sent a cold sweat down his spine. So here he was, at the crime scene, waiting. He didn't know why he was waiting or why he was so interested in this particular crime scene. It seemed just like a regular hate crime. Couple of gangster's ganging up on a poor man in alleyway. A classic spineless crime.
Soichiro scavenged through his pockets until he found his case of cigarettes. Lighting one up, the detective inhaled the tasteless smoke and waited for his fried nerves to calm. Rubbing his hands together his teal eyes darted towards the entrance of the alleyway and then back too his feet. Why did he have such a bad feeling about this? Soichiro rolled his eyes, because anything involving him was never good. That's why. When you've been in the justice system for as long as he has, you learn to trust your gut more than your head. God knows it saved his skin more than once when a situation got a little sticky.
And since he's been involved with Kyoya Hibari: Soichiro has gained a sharp keen sense in things. And this particular crime smelt fishy.
"Senpai!" came a loud cheerful shout making the man jump. Looking with wide eyes Soichiro saw a younger man running towards him with a grin on his face.
"What are you still doing here? I thought you had already left, senpai!" he exclaimed loudly while rubbing the back of his head. Soichiro sighed exhaling smoke in relief.
"Kuchiki," he mumbled into his cigarette, "You're still here yourself."
"Oh, well," blue eyes twinkled, "Boss said I should stay here and take notes. He said that even the pettiest crime is good knowledge to know."
"Hn," Soichiro brushed his stubble, "So he ditched you to go to the bar, again."
Kuchiki's head fell in defeat, "Probably." The Detective sighed and ran a hand through his locks. So even the big boss thought it was a waste of time being here. So why was he so intent on coming?
"You never answered my question, senpai. Why are you still here? Did boss threaten you again?" Kuchiki inquired looking smug.
Soichiro bit at the end of his cigarette, snot nosed brat
"No," he said finally, "I'm just bored."
"Ooh," he exclaimed looking doubtful, "So a crime scene is entertaining to you."
"There is about to be another crime scene if you keep this up, brat,"
Kuchiki just laughs.
"So what do you think of it?"
"About what?" Soichiro asked inhaling the cigarette letting the smoke rest in the back of his throat.
"About this crime? It seems like a miracle doesn't it," Kuchiki stated leaning against the wall with the Detective, "From what the victim, Kensuke Mochida, has said the suspects, who currently have no identification, attacked the first victim, Tsunayoshi Sawada-"
"Sawada, hmm," Soichiro exhaled, the name rolled off his tongue like the smoke. Familiar.
"-Kensuke Mochida found the suspects attacking the first victim behind Yosagawa's-"
"-have they said anything?" Soichiro questioned letting the bud fall to the ground and then promptly stomping it out.
"They haven't said a word, senpai," Kuchiki replied leaning forward. Blue eyes trailed over to three suspects who were being placed in the back of separate police cars. Their faces were black and blue covered in their own red blood. Their expression were stone and blank as they shot furies glances over to the two ambulances. One which carried a fellow suspect and another Tsunayoshi Sawada. Kensuke Mochida was being restrained, despite his severe injuries, at other end of the alleyway because of his several attempts at harming the detained suspects.
"BASTARDS! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU GOT THAT! YOU'RE DEAD! YOU ARE DEAD! FUCKING BITCHES! LET GO OF ME! LET GO! I'M GOING TO KILL THEM-" his screams were cut off as he was pushed into the back another police car.
"Make sure to keep him under-restraints and watched. We don't need a vigilantist," Soichiro stated as he lit another cigarette.
"I already made sure of it, senpai."
"Good," Soichiro inhaling the fresh smoke.
"You're crowding,"
The detective shoulder's tensed as a shower of apprehension rained down on him like a storm. The casual chatter had made him forgotten the whole reason of why he was staying there. Remembering almost made him choke on his cigarette.
"We're here to see Detective Soichiro," another voice rose causing him to gag as he inhaled the smoke the wrong way. The detective unconsciously wiped his hands on his pant legs as they had suddenly became very sweaty.
"Senpai some pedestrians ar-ar-are you alright? You look a little green, senpai?" Kuchiki asked when he saw the sickened face of the detective as he repeatedly stomped out his cigarette. Soichiro ignored him as he combed his hair back with his shaking hands.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cursed to himself as he walked stiffly away.
"Senpai?" Kuchiki questioned watching the man go. Soichiro swallowed thickly as he came to a stop next to the yellow line separating him from his impending fate.
"Hibari-san!" he stated loudly bowing his head in respect, "It's-it's nice to see you are well."
"Hn," the famous skylark grunted in reply. Soichiro took that moment to examine hesitantly his ex-boss. The once head prefect had grown taller since the last time he had seen him, which was about three years ago if he remembered correctly. His hair was longer now and his eyes were more narrowed and slanted in a cruel intimidating way. His face had lost all of its child characteristics and was now more angled and defined and increasingly colder. Soichiro licked his lips hesitantly as he zeroed in on the place Hibari kept his weapons. From the outline of the skylark's sleeves, Soichiro could clearly see the tonfas stashed away on his person.
Already old wounds, caused by those twins, began to ache.
"Soichiro-kun," a voice called. Looking up he spotted another old acquaintance.
"Kusakabe-san," Soichiro bowed again. Tetsuya Kusakabe hadn't changed much in appearance. He still had that same retro-hair style, his eyes were still kind and determined, and even the way he held himself was the same. The only thing that did change was his height, he was still taller than Hibari-san, but even more so in his older age, and even his face was older looking. Soichiro would of thought Tetsuya in his early forties if he hadn't known better.
"Let us through, herbivore," Hibari commanded his eyes the color of steel as they landed on Soichiro's head. Soichiro could hear the slight tone of impatiences in Hibari's voice. The detective gave repeated glances over to the crime scene. How was he going to explain this one to boss?
"Ah-ah-alright," he said defeated. Anything was better than being bitten to death by Hibari. He lifted up the tape allowing the two men to duck their heads and pass through. As quickly as it came Hibari's glistened in annoyance at the act, his eyes slitting as they narrowed in at the yellow tape. Soichiro mouth dried instantly, scary.
Ignoring the questioning stares he was receiving, the detective ushered the two bystanders further into the crime scene.
"We received a call around 11:34 p.m. from a Takashiro Yosogawa," Soichiro began dryly, tugging on his collar from a sudden hot sweat, "An employee of his, Koi Tapenyaki, found the victims and the suspects in this ally around 11:30 p.m.-"
"Is Takashiro Yosagawa still here?" Tetsuya asked suddenly.
Soichiro nodded, "Yes over by the entrance talking to one of the officers." He pointed over to the distressed looking man talking heatedly with one of the people from his department. Hibari gave Tetsuya a look that seemed like a private conversation to which Soichiro was lost too.
"Pardon me," Tetsuya stated and walked away, leaving Soichiro and the skylark alone. The detective suddenly got a taste for another cigarette.
"Continue," Hibari demanded coolly crossing his arms; eyes closed.
"A-ah," Soichiro stuttered lost for words. His eyes darted over to the Tetsuya's retreating figure, half tempted to beg for him to come back.
"Soichiro," Hibari called causing teal to meet silver, "Continue."
He could feel a memory resurfacing. A memory he had longed since pushed deep back in his subconscious. A younger Hibari standing over him with the same slitted eyes, and it was raining. Big fat droplets hit Soichiro's face creasing down his cheeks mixing in with the dirt and blood already covering his entire aching body. Hibari regarded the battered body of the younger Soichiro with no emotion. The younger Soichiro stared back, but his emotions were less concealed. They flickered on and off his face like a movie reel.
Pain. Fear. Admiration. Astonishment. Respect.
For the kid who saved his life.
"O-o-o-okay," he coughed feeling embarrassed, "W-when we had arrived the paramedics were already on the most severely injured. The first victim: Sawada Tsunayoshi and one of the unknown suspects. Sawada Tsunayoshi had severe injuries on his body ranging from broken ribs, left arm, damaged left eye, lacerations, and severe internal bleeding. Other injuries are going to need further medical analysis." Hibari grunted his eyes flashing as the glanced at the departing ambulances. Silver slits followed the vehicle until it disappeared behind the buildings.
"Ah, um, Tsunayoshi had the most severe injuries but the abnormal one was the suspect's. He-"
"His name is Leonardo Cispne," Tetsuya interrupted as he rejoined the two. In his hands were a black book which he was currently writing in.
"Le-le-leon-" Soichiro sputtered off in surprise. That was a foreigner's name, the suspect was completely japanese.
"The the other three:
Alexander Treble
Joseph Treble
Gregory Marino."
Foreign. All foreign. Soichiro blanched. This...was not good...for him.
"And," Hibari stated more than questioned.
Tetsuya gave a small smile closing his book.
"We were right. They're from a family,"
Family? Soichiro questioned resisting the urge to pull out a cigarette, what family? They weren't even related.
"Gazelle,"
"Calzetta," Tetsuya corrected placing the book in his back pocket. Hibari snorted letting his hands fall to his sides.
"Crowding herbivores," he stated coldly making Soichiro shiver. Whenever the prefect muttered that sentence, it was never meant to be a good sign.
"Soichiro-kun, Leonardo," Tetsuya said startling the detective, "You were saying something about him."
"Ah, yeah um," Soichiro coughed, "The-the suspect, Leonardo C-Cispne, was severely burned." Tetsuya and Hibari looked at each other in silent communication something that Soichiro could not possibly understand.
"Burns," Tetsuya mumbled looking at the detective with narrowed black eyes, "Was there a fire?"
Soichiro shook his head, "No. That's the weird part. They're calling it spontaneous combustion."
"Could it be-," Tetsuya muttered looking at Hibari with inquisitive eyes. Hibari remained silent as he studied the entrance of the alleyway. His demeanor cold and untouchable as he stood aloof thinking.
"Hibari-san?"
He smiled. Hibari smiled. Hibari never smiled unless...Soichiro's heart dropped to his stomach. His hands itched to grab a cigarette.
"Oya," Hibari muttered mostly to himself, "Has the herbivore been keeping a secret from me?"
Who? Soichiro thought and he was pretty sure Tetsuya was thinking the same thing from the way his eyes narrowed in confusion. Hibari then turned around and walked away without any further explanation. His black black trench coat trailing after him like a cape, and some might say he looked like a hero on a mission. Soichiro thought him more a reaper; ready to end someone's time with one deadly strike.
"Hibari-san!" Tetsuya called, "Where are you going? We haven't finished here."
"Continue on without me," Hibari grunted back. Soichiro watched with awe as the skylark moved forward not stopping even when he was blocked by the yellow tape. Instead of ducking like a decent person would Hibari raised his arm, and before Soichiro could blink or comprehend, a light of silver cut the air. The yellow tape bowed to the skylark as he walked past without a pause.
There was a sudden uproar.
"Hey you-!"
"No bystanders!"
"What the hell do you think your doing, sir?!"
Soichiro groaned into his hands, big boss was going to have his ass on a silver platter.
"I'm sorry for this inconvenience, Soichiro-kun," Tetsuya sighed, apologizing.
"I-Its alright," he grumbled looking up defeated, "Hibari-san will always be Hibari-san."
He meant it as a jest. To give a sharp poke at the skylark [while he was out of ear shot], and feel a bit relief at the truthfulness. He smiled at the man expecting to see the amusement and understand flicking on his face. Instead he was met with a voided expression and dark eyes. Soichiro's smile faltered.
"Yea," Tetsuya mumbled offhandedly. Soichiro remained quiet as a sudden wind of awkward silence enveloped them. Tetsuya shook his head as if brushing of any remaining unwanted thoughts in his head.
"Shall we continue?" Tetsuya inquired giving the detective a genuine smile.
Soichiro swallowed thickly and nodded, "S-sure. What need do you have of me?" Tetsuya rubbed his chin in thought as he led the detective away from the crime scene.
"Well first we've got to head to the station,"
"What are we going to do there?"
"We need one of our own to be there when we bail out the suspects,"
"Oh, I see-wait!" Soichiro looked at the taller male startled, "You're going to bail the suspects? The same suspects that will be charged with attempt of murder and assault?"
Tetsuya lips twitched in amusement. "Don't worry, Soichiro-kun. We're not allowing them to go free. We just need them out before national security gets involved. They will be securely detained at our facility."
That didn't make Soichiro feel better or safer.
"Why would this involve our government and foreign ones?"
"Because those four are not originally from Japan," Tetsuya remarked.
Soichiro rubbed his chin, "So we need to get to them before the pros, huh?"
"Sort of,"
"I still don't understand. Those four looked completely japanese. Where are they originally from?"
"Italy," Tetsuya replied calmly as Soichiro gave him a dubious look, "Don't think too much on it. All we need you to do is look the other way on somethings. We'll do all the dirty work," Tetsuya patted the detective's shoulder in away that was supposed to be comforting, "We also clean up our own messes. Nothing we do will effect your currant life, Soichiro-kun."
Soichiro grunted as he was ushered into his own vehicle. As he turned on his car to a slow purr he gave a sly glance over to the retro looking man who sat comfortably next to him in the passenger seat. He didn't understand and most likely never will.
It was his own fault. He was the one who signed the disclosure form. He was the one who decided not follow the fearless leader down the path of his own conquest. It was nothing but his own fear that held him back. He stood on the sideline watching as the head prefect and fellow disciplinary committee members walked into the bright light leaving him in the dark. He knew, even as he signed his name in dark black letters, that he would never truly severe ties with the prefect. Hibari's beatings, his aloof demeanor, his influences, and his hurtful but truthful words; they were forever seared into the detective's body and soul. Maybe he had wanted freedom? Maybe he had wanted peace of mind? Peace of body?
Maybe he had been an idiot: overrun with fear of the unknown, frightened by the intensity of it all. He could still hear the voice of the head prefect clear as day, as he said his speech on his last day as a senior, as the head prefect. If he closed his eyes and thought back, he would see the prefect standing tall in front of the podium. His eyes narrowed and slitted like always, but it was clear. Voided of all emotion. He was confident and strong. It awed and scared Soichiro.
"...I'm leaving Namimori...there is something I wish to find...that I can't here. I don't know when I will return or even if I will. I can't promise safety nor will I want too. Its your choice to follow me on my journey. It may prove fruitless or it maybe lead us to places beyond human comprehension..."
To this day Soichiro has no idea what Hibari meant. Only the ones that still follow him faithfully do. Like Tetsuya. Soichiro raised an elegant brow at the other man. He wonder what he had seen on his journey. What knowledge he gained? What choices he has made? Were they life changing? Life threatening? Was he still Tetsuya Kusakabe?
Soichiro just sighed and moved the shift into drive. Nothing he did now would stop his younger self from signing his life away. Those big black letters were forever marked on that parchment and burned into his soul.
Soichiro Yagami was forever a normal man with his future drawn out for him.
"I wont allow you...to hurt my friend...anymore," his voice was steady and low. It was a deadly promise laced with a cold threat. His dark eyes bore down at the shaken man with a sharpness to them that cut straight into the soul.
And a flame that burned with resolve.
Mochida woke with a start sitting up in his bed with a cold sweat running down his back. Running a hand through his black locks he laid down with a steady sigh.
"Shit," he cursed throwing the ungodly hot blankets off his damp body. Rubbing his face in slow circles he concentrated on the nothingness. Trying to force his sleep deprived mind back into slumber. He needed sleep. He needed to be strong when he came home. He needed to stop thinking about bullshit!
The bullet went through the brunette's shoulder. He saw that flash of silver ripping right through the pale flesh of the skinny weak shoulder. Tsuna didn't flinch. Not even a flicker of emotion in his dark caramel eyes. Tough guy dropped the gun in fear.
Mochida hit the sides of his head with his own two fists in an attempt to block out the unwanted memories. This was his fault. He was weak. Mochida sat up and swung his legs on the sides of the bed. He needed a beer.
Exiting his bedroom he walked down the hallway of the apartment in the dark. Feeling his way down, he entered the living room and without any control of his own: images, phantoms, illusions haunted the raven.
"Let me start up the bath," the brunette said to the broken raven who sat on the couch unmoving. Dark sunken eyes watched the brunette move around his house with ease. Not a slight hint of unease at having an acquaintance, practically a stranger, an ex-bully of his, in his home. His haven.
"I may have some clothes that would fit you," Tsuna mumbled to himself touching his chin in thought, "I might just have to go to the store and buy something." Tsuna turned to look at the raven. His bright eyes staring into cold ones. He didn't even flinch away like the raven wanted him too.
"Stay," Tsuna said almost pleading as he stared down the raven. It was the raven who broke away. His stare was to intense. To bright.
"I'll be back right back. So stay," the brunette pleaded as he retreated into the dark hallway.
Walking past Mochida.
The raven continued into the kitchen without a moments hesitation. As he opened the refrigerator he grabbed a blue can that sat just on the inside door. Mochida turned to meet his own eyes.
"He...fuckin' stu'id," the raven mumbled lowering his head so his unkempt hair blocked his eyes. His chest hurt with so many emotions that consumed him all at once.
Mochida turned away from the scene and sat on the wooden stool by the kitchen island. He popped the can's top and drank greedily.
"I think we should buy you more clothes," Tsuna said turning to the raven who sitting on the counter. He was face-down cushioned by his arms.
"You've been here about two weeks, and I'm sure you're tired of just wearing white t-shirts and pajama pants," he continued turning back to his task at hand. Cooking dinner for the two of them.
"What do you think?" he inquired and looked from the corner of his eyes. The raven didn't say anything, but there was a slight roll in his shoulders.
Tsuna smiled, "Okay. We can go tomorrow, and don't worry, you can pay me back whenever you can."
When the brunette began humming happily to himself a blue can was thrown at his head. It hit the wall and split under the pressure. Dark brown liquid rained everywhere in the kitchen.
"Waaah~!" Mochida screamed as he kicked the stool away. He attacked the kitchen, pushing things onto the floor, tossing tools in the air, and throwing objects at the phantoms that haunted the enclosed space. He screamed and screamed some more when his throat began breaking.
"Why must you be so nice!" he yelled and threw a toaster at the brunette who smiled, "You fucking idiot!" he grabbed a knife, "Don't protect me! A weak no good idiot like you can't protect me!" he chucked the infernal thing at the brunettes retreating back, "I don't need protection!" he took the rice cooker and bashed it on the floor, "I don't need protection!" He slammed his fist into the tiled wall. Pain vibrated up his arm as his knuckles tingled at the impact. Pulling back he looked at the blood and split skin. Turning, he walked away not bothering to step over the broken glass and sharp objects, his only focus was getting out of there. He stumbled to the door pulling on his shoes awkwardly and tossing his jacket over his shoulder.
"Senpai," a voice called out.
Mochida turned around to see the slender brunette standing in the hallway in his pink apron and smile on his face.
"Be safe," he exclaimed cheerfully. Mochida stared, his gaze unwavering, as he analyzed the brunette. Finally he turned away and gripped the door knob.
"I don't need your fucking sympathy," he growled, "I can take care of myself."
And with that he slammed the door shut behind him. He walked, he didn't know for how long or how far, his only intent was to get far away from the house as possible. He ignored the pain in his leg, feet, and hand. The pain only motivated him to continue on. He wasn't weak. He was weak. Not him. Not him. He needed protection not him. Mochida reached behind him to grab the hilt of his sword only to grasp thin air. His heart stuttered for a moment in fear and confusion before he remembered. That worthless piece of shit broke in two. Mochida lowered his hand as anger fueled his emotions. Why had even kept that stupid sword? It served no purpose. It gave no meaning.
It was only an ugly reminder of that bastard of a father.
"I have no need of an ungrateful son,"
Mochida snarled and kicked the chained gate, ignoring the pain exploding up his leg. He continued kicking it until he couldn't feel his toes anymore. His head was light and clear in euphoria as he gripped the chains of the fence. He laughed and laughed as the tears rolled of his face.
"I don't even know what I'm doing anymore," he whispered as he sunk to the ground, "I don't even know who I am." The raven cradled his head, Who was he?
"Well that is an easy one," a voice echoed in the darkness, "Kensuke Mochida. Birthday: March 13 19XX, Blood type: 0-, Mother: Katsume Mochida-Ryuu, Father: Jirou Mochida, siblings: none; only child, personality: hot-headed, favorite food: Tsunayoshi's Udon, favorite color: blue. Do I need to go on?"
Mochida looked up startled. A figure moved in the darkness forming a silver out line of a body. Shadows danced in the weak street light. The silhouette grew till it covered the raven and the entire street corner.
"Who the fuck are you?" Mochida seethed his burning coals never leaving the stranger. The figure revealed himself to be man covered in a long purple cape, his face covered by a checkered mask.
"That's an easy one too," the masked man replied sounding disappointed, but a hint of amusement in his tone, "Now, ask me something I don't know."
"Vongola Family," the red head stated his green eyes shining intensely. Hibari slowly opened his eyes to look at his to fellows conversing across the room. Tetsuya sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"Are you sure, Shoichi-kun?" he asked looking tired and stressed.
The red head nodded shifting his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "Yes, it took some digging but I finally found it." He swiveled in his chair and his hands rolled on the key board.
"I looked both into Kensuke Mochida and Tsunayoshi Sawada's information. Mochida average student. Tsunayoshi below average. Both went to college. Both dropped out. Mochida disowned and unemployed. Tsunayoshi mother died young when he was 18, and has never been in contact with his father. The usual information. Mochida turned into a dead end, but as I dug more deeply into Tsunayoshi's, I found something interesting." Hibari uncrossed his arms and walked over to the two his eyes gazing over the large computer screen. Shoichi swallowed nervously as his stomach suddenly cramped at having his leader so near. Flickering his eyes between Hibari and the screen, he continued.
"Tsunayoshi Sawada, son of Iemitsu and Nana Sawada. Nana Sawada-Watanabe was a normal woman born March 31 19XX in Okinawa. She moved to Namimori when she married Iemitsu. Average student, went to college for cooking, but dropped out when she became pregnant. Normal japanese woman, but the father-"
The screen flickered from the cheerful looking brunette with large brown doe-eyes to a blonde scruffy looking man with caramel eyes.
"Iemitsu Sawada born June 15 19XX native to Namimori. Above average student, college graduate, Bachelor degree in economics, fiancees, business management, and personal resources. An highly intelligent man," Shoichi stated slightly impressed feeling a minimal amount of respect for the japanese man.
"Vongola," Hibari said his eyes never leaving the caramel ones, "What does it have to do with them?"
"Oh ah," Shoichi stuttered hitting the keys rapidly. The picture faded away and a new image grew bolder. It was a list of names branched out like a family tree.
"It took awhile to hack into the Vongola system," Shoichi mumbled, "I only had 5 minutes to download what I could before they cut me off." Shoichi removed his glasses from his face and began cleaning the lens.
"I got suspicious when I found connections to Italy when Iemitsu was only 17. Looking into him, I found he was part of a business in Italy called Aromatizzare-"
Tetsuya's eyes widened, "Thats-"
Shoichi nodded, and the image switched again to an ordinary building.
"The CEDEF headquarters,"
Hibari narrowed his eyes at the tall building. Iemitsu Sawada, that weak herbivore's father, was part of Vongola. That herbivore was part Vongola.
"So Tsunayoshi Sawada is Vongola," Tetsuya mumbled rubbing his face in thought.
"Yes," Shoichi agreed, "But as far as I can see he has no other further connection with the group. All further ties to them are cut."
"I'm surprised," mumbled the man, "Usually the Vongola are all for keeping family in the group. Keeps a pure line."
"Hn," Hibari grunted turning around to the other side of the room.
"What of Tsunayoshi and the Calzetta? What is their relation?" Tetsuya inquired to the red head.
"Nothing as far as I can tell," he replied, "Tsunayoshi and the Calzetta had no prior connection with each other until the incident." He turned swiveled on his chair to look up at the man, "Though I found something interesting." Without looking he hit the enter key. "They're calling it the "Night of Fire" incident."
Red flames filled the screen and smoke chocked the image. The large Victorian mansion was consumed by the fire as figures on the ground danced with the shadows. Hibari gazed over the image with slitted eyes.
"It was rumored that the attack on the Calzetta family was lead by Iemitsu Sawada. The Calzetta family was a new family, only has been around for about 20 years or so. They were the largest underground mafia group in Italy. Over 2 million men. Despite their size though, they were consider a low ranking group, 126 out 341 strongest mafia organization. According to Ranking Fuuta," Shoichi showed the two a large group of suited men grouped together surrounding a singled shadowed man on a throne, "Apparently the group was having disputes with the Vongola over land in Taranto where oil was found. The majority of the land belonged to Vongola but the oil was large enough that it went over the Calzetta border. Peaceful disputes quickly turned ugly as the Calzetta began attacking the Vongola directly."
"I've heard of this," Tetsuya mumbled staring at the piece of land on the screen, "Its been said the Ninth's eldest heir died in a street fight in San Marino."
Shoichi nodded as his stomach rolled, "Th-the Ninth, in order to stop shedding anymore innocent blood, issued an order to eliminate the whole family."
"Blood for blood," Tetsuya whispered under his breath.
"The survivors of the family split and ran from Italy to the Europeans, Americas, and Asia."
"So what is their intention with Tsunayoshi?"
Shoichi shrugged, "Your guess is as good as mine." The two remained silent, studying the last picture of the four attackers roped and taped together, their eyes burning with anger. Hibari closed his eyes and settled against the wall.
"Revenge," he said his voice startling the two, "Against Iemitsu who destroyed their family."
"Oh I see, so instead of attacking Iemitsu directly they went after his weakest link," Shoichi muttered and the picture of the smiling brunette covered the screen.
"How pathetic," the skylark remarked coldly, "Instead of facing the predator head on they resort to tricks. Preying on the weak like insignificant insects they are. Pathetic herbivores, all of them."
"Hibari-san,"
Shoichi swallowed thickly, "Y-yes but we haven't been able to get a single word out of them. They've invoked the right of Omerta,"
"That's only because we haven't caught their leader yet." the skylark replied. Shoichi's green eyes fluttered.
"Leader?"
"Oh," Tetsuya exclaimed clapping his fist into his hand, "I had forgotten that the Calzetta family worked in groups. Does that mean there is a fifth member?"
Hibari nodded, "Apparently. If we had caught their leader, the group would have broken the moment they saw us come for them."
"That makes sense," Shoichi muttered swiveling in his chair his fingers dancing on the key board, "I'll check to see if a fifth person came with them when they arrived in Japan."
"You might not find him," Tetsuya remarked, "The Calzetta may have been weak and prideful but they weren't stupid. They were known for their cunning."
"Okay, I'll check for any flights to Japan in the month before and after the four's arrival. See if they carried any Italians with the heading to Namimori,"
"Good," the man replied as he leaned back, "Hibari-san, I - Hibari-san?" The man turned to see the skylark missing from his spot on the wall.
Tetsuya sighed rubbing his forehead in frustration, "Where did he go now?"
Hibari was leaning against the pale wall of the hospital room with his eyes closed. He didn't need to open them to know what was there. He had been here so many times before he had already memorized the room. The herbivore, Tsunayoshi, was in the middle of the room, on his right stood two unused wooden chairs, and a heart monitor with wires and tubes connecting to the brunette. On his left, a table with a single vase of multicolored flowers. The brunette himself was covered in bandages: his left arm bound in a cast nestled against his chest, and his left eye was covered by a white patch. The brunette's small face was swollen, freckled with red blotches and a dark circle coloring his remaining eye.
Tsunayoshi Sawada had been unconscious for two weeks.
Hibari adjusted his position on the wall. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Protecting him like those crowding herbivores. He couldn't care less what happened to the brunette. Its just every time he was off by himself wondering, he always found himself here. In this room, on the wall, watching, and waiting. It was irritating.
His hands twitched at the need to bite something. Preferably the unconscious herbivore. He reined in his emotions as he closed his eyes. Only his twitching eyebrow revealed his annoyance.
When that herbivore woke up he was in for a world of pain. Hibari was going to bite him ten fold for making him wait here. Guarding him like some lowly servant. Making him feel things. Hibari huffed crossing his arms together. Settling down, he listened to the soft chimes of the machines and Tsunayoshi's steady breathing. Oh, yes, he definitely was going to take delight in making the brunette scream in fear. Plead for forgiveness. Until then he would wait patiently for the brunette to wake and peer at him with those large doe-like eyes.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" a rowdy herbivore's voice echoed into the room, breaking the peaceful silence. Hibari opened his eyes slowly to see the raven herbivore standing in the doorway carrying a blue cylinder bag on his back.
"I said-" the herbivore removed the bag from his shoulder and pointed it threateningly at Hibari, "-what the fuck are you doing here, Kyoya?"
The skylark just smirked; eyes narrowing into steel. "Oh? So the loyal puppy returns."
Mochida growled at the jeer and firmly gripped the bag with two hands. Hibari rolled his shoulders as he pushed himself off the wall. Time to relieve some of his boredom by playing with the herbivore's guard dog.
"You care about them right? They are your friends?"
Hibari frowned at the unwanted memory. I have no need for such trivial things, he assured himself, and then attacked with a swing of silver.
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"Its to allow the cloud to move free and without chains, but also, so the sky can be close. Whenever the cloud should have need of the sky, he would be there, waiting indefinitely,"
Do you know how hard it is for me to write Hibari-san? Hard. Impossible! I love him to death, but getting into his head is like me doing the splits. Painful and impossible. T^T My head already hurts. I just sat there at my computer and stared at the screen sometimes. I'm serious. I have ALL the other chapters planned out [Okay I'm still working on Reborn and Mukuro's] but Hibari...Hibari! Your personality is so hard! I'm more of a Tsuna/Yamamoto-kun personality~ I...just...can't...get...inside...your...head!
Hibari: A weak herbivore, like yourself, could not possibly understand a carnivore.
I knew you would say that *sigh* Did I portray Hibari-san alright? He wasn't too OOC was he? :/
...Mochida-kun...he's really coming out nicely, huh? Inspiration bitched slapped me the other day. I think I might be falling in love with his character [my Mochida not Amano-sensei's Mochida] That little raven is so emotional isn't he? I just want to give him a hug sometimes. He deserves it after all the shit he's been through. I love how Tsuna-kun just attract people to him whether he knows it or not. Whether they want to be or not. People can't help but care for our little brunette. :)
Okay~ I want to at least reach 10 reviews! Please! I know you can do it, loves! I just need a one word review: good or bad! Having 10 reviews would make my heart swell with joy! I will serious cry anime tears if you do!
~Ciao Ciao~
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