Silent Heartbeat Chapter One- Fearful Night

Hibari Kyoya shuddered and held his jacket around him tightly as he walked down the streets of Namimori. Aside from the street lamps, there wasn't any light, and aside from the jacket, there was no warmth. An unsteady breeze swept through the streets, blowing the prefect's hair as it wove around his body. The winds slowed, and the prefect continued, occassionally looking over his shoulder. It was an eerie feeling, walking alone in the dark streets, the only sound being the gentle roar of the wind, along with the steady rhythm of footfalls against concrete. Hibari then made a turn into an alley, his gray eyes gleaming silver for a moment as he walked out of the dim, flickering street lights and into the dark, dusty path.

He slowed to a stop beside a trash can, then knelt down and placed a bag onto the ground. He opened it, and, almost immediately, a dark gray cat slunk out from beneath the dumpster with full intentions of eating the small plate of sushi before any other strays happened to find it.

Smiling for a moment, Hibari continued to pass through the narrow space until he came out at another street- his street. A few houses to the right, and he was home. A small chill ran up his spine as he looked at his place, so familiar, yet so foreign at the same time.

The place didn't seem welcoming to anyone, not even Hibari himself. A window was shattered, curtains torn, the occassional hole in the roof or wall, it was a clearly worn down place. However, the Hibaris had been residents there for no more than a year. No one was really to blame, though. Sure, Raiden and Isamu, Kyoya's younger twin brothers, would occassionally break something or go on mini rampages which they took out on their older brother, which would certainly mess the house up a little, but the whole family contributed to the battered place they called home. "I'm home," Hibari muttered, walking inside.

"You're late," said his mother, arms folded. "Do I have to call your father for this?"

"No, it won't happen again," he replied. "Are Raiden and Isamu home?"

"Of course, they're in bed."

"Ah."

There was a pause, before Kyoya asked, "Have I missed dinner?"

"It's cold. In the kitchen."

"Yes, mother," Hibari said, giving a short bow, before he headed into the kitchen to eat. He sat down at the battered table, and sighed at the cold bowl of miso soup. His life at home felt really dull, especially when his brothers were already asleep. After all, even the demon prefect of Namimori had fun wrestling with his brothers.

It was then that luck blessed Kyoya, when Raiden walked in to get a glass of milk. And, as always, Isamu was with him. The two were only a head shorter than Kyoya, and they shared his raven-colored hair, but had light blue eyes instead of gray. The two were identical, except for the red ribbon tied in Raiden's hair, and the blue ribbon in Isamu's. "Oh, Kyo-nii," Isamu greeted quietly, "Welcome home."

"Thanks," Kyoya returned, before swallowing a mouthful of the soup. "Have a nice day? Kill anyone for me?"

"Nope," the two said in sync. They got their milk and walked back to the table, then sat down on the opposite side of their older brother.

"So tell us about your day," they requested. Hibari smirked, a slight fluttering going off in his heart as he heard their words. How great it was to be respected. But then, Hibari realized that he didn't have any stories to tell his brothers.

"Sorry, don't have anything of intrest," he muttered, "wanna fight?"

The two both perked up immediately, and answered, "Yes!"

"Raiden! Isamu! I knew it. Get back to bed right away," scolded their mother. The twins immediately leapt up and ran back to their room, where Kyoya would join them later. "Kyoya, you too," the woman said, "It's late. Get to bed."

The prefect nodded, then headed into his brothers' bedroom. After all, on days when he wasn't worn out or had a bad day, he felt refreshed to talk to the twins, who knew him better than his own parents.

"All right, you boys ready?" Hibari asked, wielding his tonfas.

Here's where one may intervene to say 'why the hell would the eldest who clearly loves his brothers use weapons to fight them?' Well, Hibari Kyoya did NOT love his brothers, as far as he believed. Raiden and Isamu were both approximately half Kyoya's strength, so fighting them together was like fighting himself. And that was fun, in his mind. Of course, they didn't care about the tonfas.

It was THEIR idea!

However, for the sake of the worried reader, I will add that this wasn't a very rough scuffle. They had to be very quiet, since catching Mrs. Hibari's attention now would be like falling down a mountainside when you had almost climbed back up to its summit.

Moments later, Isamu sat on the bed, rubbing his arm. "Kyo-nii, that last hit hurt," he mumbled. Raiden knelt down beside his brother.

"Let me see," he murmured. Putting his tonfas away, Hibari watched as Isamu pulled up his sleeve, and Raiden touched the small red mark with gentle fingers, whispering something to his brother, who nodded with a wince. The prefect gave a little snort at the action. He hadn't noticed quite how intimate they were before, but he was starting to pick up on it. The way they looked into each other's eyes, the way they cared so deeply when the other was in pain, something amplified the longing in Kyoya's heart. He sat down beside the two, and held out his hand.

"Isamu, show me where it... hurts," he said. Isamu shook his head, his eyes closed.

"It's okay, Kyo-nii... it's not that bad," he replied, before shining those icy orbs at the prefect once more as he said, "You don't have to pretend you care about me, Kyo-nii."

The man stood back up. "You're right, I suppose I don't," he muttered. "Good night, you two."

"Night, Kyo-nii," Raiden and Isamu said in unison as Hibari walked out of their room. The prefect headed back into his own, private room, went straight over to the bed, and slid under the covers, shuddering at the breeze his shattered window let in. Strips of black curtain blew about the room as the winds varied, and Hibari used his jacket as extra cover.

His father had broken the window about eight months ago. Hibari was sixteen then, and he knew even then that his father would react poorly to a particular suggestion involving the prefect's possible sexuality. Since he'd observed that he wasn't intrested in girls at all, Kyoya was starting to think that he was what people referred to as 'gay.' However, upon mentioning this to his father, he discovered that the entire subject was a landmine just waiting for him to touch it. Enraged and incredulous at his son, the man had taken a firstful of pure venom and used his pent up energy to punch right through the window.

What a silly notion; however, when it was almost inevitable that the prefect wouldn't find anyone, girl or not, to date anytime soon. Mainly because Kyoya didn't have any intrest in any girls (nor most guys, for that matter), and so he never had a real chance at getting into a serious romantic situation, not ever. But it wasn't like he wanted to in the first place.

Or did he?

While the ravenette stared up at the ceiling, he was starting to form an image in his mind. An image of what it would be like when Dino Cavallone came to his school. Hibari would give him a short greeting, and say 'welcome back.' Dino would smile that goofy smile of his, and chuckle, then say 'I missed you, Kyoya.'

The mere idea made the prefect's lips twitch into a smirk for a moment. But then, he thought of his father, telling him to get a GIRLFRIEND, and he frowned. If he didn't obey his father within the given time, he'd probably have to face severe consequences. He usually did when he didn't obey the man.

Hibari yawned, and turned on to his side, curling up slightly and closing his eyes. Thinking about all of that had made him even more tired. As another chill swept over him, Hibari started to drift off into the world where everyone is vulnerable.

"Hey, Bronco," Hibari greeted to the blonde. "Welcome back to hell."

"Hehe, don't get so high and mighty, Kyoya, I'm no weaker than last time you fought me," Dino replied, his hazel-colored gaze locked with Hibari's. "But is a fight all you want today?" he whispered. The prefect thought for a moment, then uncertainly walked closer, until he was only a breath's distance from Cavallone.

"What do you mean?" he asked. Dino grinned widely, everything seemed slow motion as the ravenette was taken into his arms, brought so close that their bodies brushed together, and then-

*Gasp!*

He woke up.

Hibari sat upright, his face flushed from the... strange dream, and he reached a hand up almost unconciously and brushed it over his lips. Something felt very, very wrong. Hibari fanned himself off for a moment using his arm band, and muttered, "That better not happen again." His biggest concern was that this dream was a sort of unconcious fantasy- which would mean that he liked Dino more than he thought, which would inevitably turn out to him becoming an outcast in the family.

But no, none of that could've been.
He hated Dino.
He didn't want to... get involved... with Dino.
And he didn't want to... well... do anything of the sort with him.
None of it was true.
It was like those insane, wierd dreams that don't make any sense, so they're simply brushed off and forgotten.

Of course, Hibari had a dreadful feeling that this particular dream would haunt him for a while.

Still feeling disheveled, Hibari reached over to the nightstand to turn off his alarm clock, as he was already awake, and would probably break it if he heard it go off in ten minutes. However, he had moved too quickly, and accidentally cut himself against a shard of glass- those were all over the place. He bit his lip, drawing his fingers back, and his eyes suddenly began to water. That little spike of pain, that now gave a slight throbbing as it leaked out a drop of blood, was more intense than any other small cut, stab or broken arm that had been inflicted upon him. Almost as an instinct, the prefect brought his finger to his lips and licked up the ruby liquid, grunting with the pain of it. What was that all about, anyway? Hibari, more carefully this time, moved to turn off his alarm clock, and this time managed to do so without further bloodshed.

A while later, he had bandaged the small cut, and thought to himself...

'Am I already growing weaker?'

-End Chapter

Okay, it looks like some people will be really liking this! I know I do~! XD It's been suggested that I aim for my first 100,000 (or more) word fanfiction! If anyone else is up to the goal... I'll need reviews to accomplish that! :cD