Under a Clouded Blue

Summary:

"My ambition in life? To conquer the world because destroying the mafia is so last season and I never got around with it the last time anyway…kufufu."

In which Rokudo Mukuro is reborn into a parallel world and finds himself in the position of every other SI/OC. Did he mention Hibari Kyoya being his younger brother?
To hell with what Sepira's spirit has to say about him making sure everyone —even bloody Byakuran— plays the role they did in his previous life. But if that dead woman promises those imported chocolate bonbons from Kawahira's store— "Sure. Why not?"

Featuring the evil mastermind and guardian angel of the canon!character's fates (the hell?): Rokudo Mukuro/Hibari Kuroo.

DISCLAIMER: Let's put this real simple- I am NOT Amano Akira hence I own nothing! Except the plot and a few characters of course.

WARNING: For the language in the future chapters AND my grammar!

2. From a parent's point of view.

Hibari Kuroo.

The firstborn son of Hibari Akihito and Hibari Izanami. He was like every other baby in all prospects when it came to personality. But he had something more that other infants did not possess in the very year of their birth: intelligence.

Hibari Akihito knew his son was intelligent from the moment the boy could sit up on his own. He had seen babies before and the way they tried to do the same. His son did not flail his arms and struggle at the attempt like them. No. The boy would grab on to something and pull himself to sit up. Or at other times, roll over to his back then, with minimum effort he would manage to bring himself up to a sitting position.

Kuroo formed a habit of reaching out to every object near him and grab it with his unsteady hands. Hibari Akihito once witnessed the boy slowly bring his little hand up to his face as though trying to observe it, only to end up slapping himself because he had no proper control over his baby muscles. The man was amused the whole time as he carried his wailing son and comforted him.

The boy soon began to express his feelings in mono-syllabic sounds when he was just seven months old. A different one each for when he was hungry, when he needed to get his diapers changed, when he wanted to sleep.

Then came the time when Kuroo mastered the ability to crawl.

And did he turn into a nightmare for the Hibari couple when he did. The boy would crawl everywhere and anywhere he could when he was given the chance. On his parent's bed, his crib, the tatami mat and he even tried to crawl away when his mother was giving him a bath. Note, tried.

Somehow, Hibari Akihito just knew that his son was doing all this on purpose. Afteral, no infant bore that mischievous glint in their eyes like Kuroo did.

The boy picked up walking not too long after. At first he would cling on to standing objects for support and would manage to walk all by himself before his little legs would give away. The funny thing was Kuroo would bat away anyone who tried to even remotely assist him by throwing a fit at the unfortunate person. It became a usual routine that went on till he managed to walk all by himself. He was just nine months old then.

To Hibari Akihito, it seemed as though his little boy was "training" himself, as absurd as it seemed.

When the young Hibari turned ten months old, he uttered his first word. Much to the dismay of both his parents, he did not call out either of the term of endearment they had hoped for him to say —mother or father. Instead, his first word was his own name. His father declared there and then that he feared his son would grow up to become egoistic and a narcissist. Hibari Kuroo then laughed in his peculiar manner as though in agreement.

Gradually, he became rather talkative even though his articulation of words was limited due to him being just an infant.

Hibari Izanami stated one day over dinner that she thought Kuroo would become a prodigy because he could already walk and talk considering the fact that he wasn't even a year old yet.

Her husband, however, immediately disagreed with her. He said that Kuroo would not become a prodigy in the future; because he was already one.

On his first birthday party, Hibari Kuroo won the hearts of all the guests that arrived that day.

And it only took him a shy smile and an "a-wi-ga-toh". The female guests cooed and tried to get him to interact with their children while the male talked about how gifted the Hibaris' son was. Honestly, with how the boy managed to gain all attention and win the hearts of the guests by showing a side of himself that both his parents didn't know existed, Hibari Akihito had a nagging feeling that his son would become a fearful person in the future; a manipulator even.

Kuroo neatly sorted away the toys he received for his birthday and barely ever played with them let alone, touch. Well, with the exception of a pineapple plush toy he carried around with him everywhere he went, and also the strange assortment of a few animal plush toys arranged on his bed.

Hibari Akihito was left mildly disturbed one day when he stumbled upon his son who was laughing with so much glee. Curious to know what the boy was up to, he poked his head into the room only to find Kuroo cackling like a maniac as he stomped on his green crocodile plushie. The one gifted by his mother's cousin's husband's— well, to put it in short, a gift from a pretty distant relative. He wasn't too sure of his son's choice of words—which sounded something like "Die Vuh-deh" being repeated over and over again— because when he strained to hear the words, his son paused, turned around and blinked innocently at him.

Kuroo then asked his father if there was anything wrong in the most adorable manner that melted the man's heart almost instantly.

And this of course, made the man forget about the scenario before him as well.

The boy was more attached to the picture books he had received for his first birthday. And that made Hibari Akihito know his boy would grow up to be a pure genius.

A habit the boy picked up was sitting on his father's lap as the man read the daily newspaper or books. It almost seemed as though Kuroo was reading but Hibari Akihito dismissed the thought. Afteral, he was just one and nobody taught the boy to read yet. It wasn't like he already knew how to read anyway. Right?

The little Hibari did not require a nanny or someone to watch over him. Kuroo proved to be an independent boy who was capable of carrying out all his tasks himself. Well, except for the activities which his little body prevented him from pulling off.

The funny thing was that the boy was so persistent on bathing himself. It was almost as though he was ashamed of making his mother bathe him. However, Izanami did not allow it, even though he threw his first and worst tantrum that day. She simply shut him up by saying that she was his mother and that she would do what she wanted, when she wanted and how she wanted to do it. There was no questioning her actions.

After that day, both the Hibari males saw her in a new light.

However, despite Kuroo's independence, Hibari Izanami still thought it was a necessity to have someone more to watch over him. Sure, the matriarch saw to her son's every need and pampered him more than what was necessary which made her husband complain at times that their boy would become spoilt. But she felt as though it was not enough.

So when she heard that her cousin had come to Japan, she immediately hired Alison DeLauro for the job of being Kuroo's baby-sitter.

Hibari Akihito still remembered the day the blonde woman arrived and the way his wife conversed with her in rapid French. But that wasn't why he could recollect that very day oh so clearly. Rather, it was because of the way Kuroo stared at the women as they conversed.

At first, the man thought his son was just curious on hearing the foreign language for the first time. But he realised that wasn't it at all.

The look in Kuroo's eyes seemed as though the boy understood every word they exchanged. And the boy seemed rather excited at that. Hibari Akihito grew uncomfortable with the fact that his little boy appeared to be scheming in his mind. But then again, the man brushed the thought off. He could have been mistaken and it must have simply been a trick of the light that made his son's eyes shine with glee.

Kuroo was just one year old afteral. Knowing a language he heard for the first time was a ridiculous assumption. And it would be absurd to think that the boy would learn a whole new language anyway.

By the end of the first half of that year, though, despite his struggle with pronunciation and articulation of his words, it became clear that Hibari Kuroo was now fluent in French. A feat which seemed impossible to Hibari Akihito and which left the boy's mother and aunt, delighted.

The man only truly believed his son could actually speak French after witnessing the sixteenth conversation between the boy and his wife's cousin.

"Our Kuroo is so smart, isn't he?" Hibari Izanami beamed with pride as she turned to face her husband.

He nodded in response, surprise still colouring his features. "Yes he is…very smart indeed."

Even though Kuroo was his son and he should have not thought anything remotely negative of his dear boy, Hibari Akihito could not help it. From viewing his son as an intelligent infant to a prodigy and then to a genius, he now believed his son was not "normal". He knew the boy was far from ordinary.

Other one year olds did not behave in the way Kuroo did. They did not pick up potty training far too quickly, learn foreign languages in a few months, walk before they actually could, be polite, independent, perfect the use of chopsticks with no one teaching him how to, try to read —no. And it wasn't just a coincidence at all.

Then there was that time when the boy seemed far too mature for his age.

It was the time when Hibari Akihito had mentioned their family name. He had wanted to get his son to introduce himself with their family name instead of just his first name. What he didn't understand was why Kuroo turned so fast to face him that his little head almost snapped. And all the man said was, "Your name is 'Hibari' Kuroo."

The boy had a look of pure horror as he asked his father to repeat what he had just said.

The man complied to his son's request with confusion. Did Kuroo not like the family name?

"Father, are we in Na-mwi-mo-wi?" Kuroo asked, carefully pronouncing the word with a serious look on his face.

Hibari Akihito raised an eyebrow at his son's peculiar question. "Of course not. This is Kyoto."

At his reply, the boy visibly relaxed and released a sigh before mumbling something along the lines of "just another common surname". Then—

"Can I get a cho-kwo-late?" Kuroo grinned as though nothing had just taken place.

The man sighed as he gave in to his son's "puppy-eyes". "Okay. But just this once alright?"

"Thank 'ew!"

Kuroo's second birthday party was one to remember.

It began with Alison forcing a grumpy Kuroo who had obviously woken up on the wrong side of the bed, into the bath. He screamed in protest the whole time even as she groomed him up to look presentable for the day. He was never a morning person and on days like this one, he became the brattiest child ever to exist with a terrible temper.

"Jeune garçon."

"What?" He snapped in reply.

"Your mother needs you in the parlour–"

"Ne me touchez pas!"

"–so that is where you will be heading to now."

"Unhand me wight now!"

"No detours, jeune garçon."

"I know! Now get go of me woman!"

Alison huffed as she released her grip on her nephew. This was one of those days when no one could get him under control. And it just had to be the day he would be celebrating his second birthday. She hoped Kuroo would not end up doing something stupid.

"Straight– "

"–to the pah-lah. I know."

"There's a guest your parents want to introduce you to. A relative from your father's side so–"

"–be po-wite and nice-ssu. I know, I know."

The French woman rolled her eyes. "Okay, now that you know so much, off you go. And happy birthday again, Kuroo."

He rolled his eyes too as he waved her off. "Merci beaucoup, Tante."

Despite his awful attitude on mornings like this, he was still the polite little boy everyone knew him to be. It was also one of the many reasons why Alison grew fondly attached to him.

Hibari Izanami beamed happily as her son stepped into the parlour. He had a smile on —the very same one which won hearts— that completely masked any signs of the tantrum he had thrown earlier in the morning. She briefly turned to the "guest" and was pleased to see them wear an impressed look at the way the boy carried himself in a disciplined manner.

"Kuroo, dear." Izanami redirected her attention to her son as she beckoned him close. "We would like you to meet a very special person to us."

The boy followed his mother's hand gesture, with his ever present smile—

"His name is Fon." Hibari Akihito took the pleasure of introducing his family member.

—only to have it disappear instantly as his eyes landed on the small figure of a very, very familiar Chinese who was seated on the chair next to his father's.

Said 'guest' arched an eyebrow as he watched his cousin's son pale considerably at the sight of him. The interesting thing was, however, the way the boy's eyes flashed with recognition before it quickly disappeared, but not quickly enough for the Chinese to catch sight of. "Is there something wrong?"

"Kuroo dear?"

The boy's voice was barely above a whisper, as he muttered a colourful string of words to himself in a language his parents did not know he was well versed with, in the midst of the questions rising out of concern for his sudden change in behaviour.

Kuroo's smile was back on his face as the boy bowed and apologised for his behaviour. He sent an apologetic smile to the 'guest' as he excused himself hastily from the parlour saying something about forgetting to brush his teeth. His parents just stared at the empty spot where the boy had stood, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Hibari Akihito cleared his throat to break the awkward silence that befell upon them. "Well–"

"Dio dannato!"

The Hibari duo paused as they heard a very familiar voice yell out and a door bang shut soon after.

Izanami spared no time to feel embarrassed over her son's behaviour. Instead, her eyebrows furrowed as she ran the boy's choice of words through her head. "Since when could he speak Italian?"

Later that evening, Hibari Akihito had come across his little boy and cousin in a conversation which Kuroo clearly seemed to be enjoying. The same could not be said for the Chinese though—

"So…you stwill suck on ah pa-ci-fi-ah?"

"–this is not–"

"Buh that ish ah pa-ci-fi-ah. And they are for babwies. Does that mean you ah a baby? But aren't you owlder then me? I don't use pa-ci-fi-ahs."

"…"

"Wha happ'nd? Why you no talking?"

"…"

"Lost your calm? Is that why yuh bweathing so hea-ve-wy?"

"…"

"You know…you kinda sound like a puh-vaht."

—because it was an obvious fact that the boy's supposedly "innocent talk" had gotten to the ever calm Storm Arcobaleno. How his son managed it, he didn't know. He shook his head with a deep sigh before joining in the conversation to rescue the poor Chinese who had never looked so grateful in his life.

The Hibari snorted inwardly. Fon had now probably changed his opinion on children being a calming presence because of their innocence after meeting Kuroo. He knew this because his son was a rather "frustrating presence" in his own unique way.

Just what was he going to do with the boy?

Kuroo continued to be everything one would not imagine a child to be when he turned three. But there was nothing more memorable to his parents —his father in particular— than the time when he had turned four. The very year he started kindergarten, learned how to write flawlessly and read with no problem at all unlike his other age mates; also the year when he won his first gold medal —among the many more to cover up the shelf in the living room— for an interschool recitation championship, against primary school children mind you.

However, that wasn't all that Kuroo's fourth year of living brought forth.

The highlight of that very year went to the birth of his baby brother who went by the name Hibari Kyoya.

And never did Hibari Akihito see someone hate with so much passion like how the boy did towards the newest addition to the family.

Somehow —yet again— the man knew this was more than just "sibling rivalry".

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I hope you guys liked the second chapter too xD

Translations (with the help of Google Translate):

Jeune garcon(French): Young boy.

Ne me touchez pas (French): Don't touch me.

Merci beaucoup (French): A much politer way to say "thank you".

Tante (French): Aunt.

Dio dannato (Italian): God dammit.

Well, we all know Google translate cannot be very reliable so if there are any corrections to be made, do let me know :')

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And uhh…for everyone's information this won't be a work of fiction that romantically involves Hibari and Mukuro…cause that will be incest now that they will be brothers xD

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