Engage Me.

A/N: I did plan on updating faster but I had a lot of other story ideas. :o It's still pretty slow right now, the wedding should be soon. c: And she'll meet Tsuna and others then (she already knows them though). And she'll learn about the Mafia side sometime then too. :) Also, a lot of Sakura's POV bc I don't really want to reveal what Hibari thinks though I'm sure he thinks little of it except for how annoying the whole thing is.

On a side note, Sakura works in a city nearby Namimori. Hibari's company is also in the same city too. I don't think Namimori is big enough for a fashion industry or a major business one. Though Hibari and his mother lives in Namimori still and Sakura moved out awhile ago to an apartment in the city. When Akane got injured, she was with Hibari in the city so she went to the nearest hospital, where she continues to stay.
Also, 'Emu' is probably the Japanese equivalent to saying 'M'. You'll see why I mentioned this once you get to the middle of the chapter. c: Enjoy!

P.S. Thank you to Lemontea-addict for reviewing !

CHAPTER 2

First person; Sakura

To say 'relieved' was how I felt when she still had more time was an understatement. I was so happy, I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I could kiss every God I've ever known to exist in people's mind- I could dance with smelly trolls- I could even get hit by a truck and I'd still be smiling- Though that sounded painful.

So instead I hugged her as I couldn't help from tearing up and I didn't want to repeat another episode of both of us sobbing together. And that it seemed like a much wiser choice than smothering Gods, stinking with trolls, or getting ran over.

I wiped my tears away quickly from behind her and I backed away while my eyes met Hibari's, who was watching me from the other wall. And we had another one of those unexplained connections.

I did receive the paperwork this morning in my office- strangest thing I would ever see on a random Friday morning (it actually beat seeing Sawada Tsunayoshi running around the town with his boxers in middle school). So it really was a confirmation. I was just hoping this isn't something I would regret- it was a big, big, BIG deal after all. But it was a bigger for her. So it shouldn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

"Akane-san," I smiled as I grabbed her hand. "Hib- Kyoya and I have good news for you," I said. 'Good news'. Oh boy. It made it sounded like something you'd say when you're pregnant- not getting married.

She raised an eyebrow before turning to glance at him too. "What is it?" And I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be the one to tell her. But someone has to be the 'man' in this 'relationship', and it won't be him.

I walked to Hibari's side and grabbed his hand for effect. I felt him tense up, probably glared at me too but I didn't bother to note, and I hope she didn't notice. "We're going to get married!" I grinned. Yay, my mind celebrated sarcastically. Married to the devil, it cheered.

Her mouth dropped for a second and I'm sure if anyone told me some months ago- no, a few days ago that I'd be saying this, my mouth would drop too. "You are?" she found her voice, still a stunned expression.

"Yep," I smiled. "I'm sure we've both been thinking about it for awhile but we decided we should soon," I said. Lie. Lie lie lie lie. And I wonder if she knew better. It's not like we ever talked in front of her.

"Really?" she asked again with a questioning glance. "You guys have been dating?"

"It was uh.. a bit on and off," I said. "He's always so busy.. But.." I ruffled the back of my hair. "I kind of.. I suppose I fell in love at first sight," and the fact that my face heated up was not something I did on purpose.

I felt a small twitch from the hand in mine but I ignored it.

"Kyoya?" she looked up at him, though her expression seemed more hopeful.

"Hn? Mn," was the noise he made. I supposed she bought the fact that he was shy and inexpressive, even to his 'lover'.

"How come you guys never told me?" Ohhhh, that's a good question.

"It wasn't really.. uh.. official. I didn't know how to categorize it, you know? Plus Kyoya.." I tried to explain but I mean- I didn't know what to explain. Since it wasn't true.

I just didn't want her to feel like we got married for her sake- though it was.

"He didn't really ask me to be his girlfriend or anything," I chuckled awkwardly. That would make sense, right? Someone like him.

"Kyoya!" she scolded in a joking way. "Sakura-chan is a beautiful girl. What would you do if someone stole her away?"

He scoffed and I had the urge to elbow him where my arm was conveniently located. And something told me that it wouldn't be easy to 'steal' anything from Hibari Kyoya- much less if he had someone he truly cared about.

...

"You lied to her." His dress shoes' footsteps came to a stop, he turned back only to narrow his eyes. Gee.

He didn't have to say it out loud, it only made me feel worse about myself- and about the whole situation.

"I felt bad but.. I didn't want to make it seem like she forced it on us! I just…" I glanced down. "I just want her to rest assured.."

But he didn't speak so I suppose he agreed with me. It was always silence or disapproval, along with a few strings of insults.

I was about to say something else, hence my parted lips but I lost what I was going to say once the ringtone, never changed throughout all these years, broke through the silence.

"Midori tanabiku namimori no.. dai naku shou naku nami ga ii.."

The Namimori Middle anthem. If it was my first time hearing it, perhaps I would've laughed and had to deal with his death glare but it wasn't, so I waited patiently as he picked it up.

"Hibari," brusque and impatient. "I already said-
I said I'm not going. And that's final. ….
I don't care, replace me.
… It's none of your business," and he snapped his phone shut.

I have no idea what that phone call was for, if it was for his company or anything else but… I'm sure it would've been quicker and more understandable if he just explained instead of his usual 'none of your business' crap.

He shifted his attention over me, eyeing me with those gray orbs. "What more do you want?"

God. This was a public place and I was allowed to stand here too. But I didn't say that because I do need something else. "Come with me to look for wedding dresses some day soon."

"What?" as if it was the most unbelievable thing he heard. I don't blame him. I'm not too sure how those words traveled out of my mouth and I'm sure it's one of the more ridiculous things I had ever said, possibly to the most ridiculous person of choice. Though it wasn't as bad as 'let's get married'.

"If Akane-san is well, she would want to come too. And it's something a fiancee is supposed to do," I frowned. I'll never get used to that fancy sounding word that framed my impending doom.

Hibari grumbled something under his breath before taking out his high tech, state of the art phone and slides through it. I assumed a busy man like him is checking his schedule. "Thursday at 2 PM till 4, no later." Six more days, huh.

I sighed. It didn't really work with my schedule but I'm sure it'd be harder to reschedule with a CEO and impossible to reschedule with Hibari Kyoya. "That's fine," though I'm sure he didn't even care about my response.

And then he left. No goodbyes or anything. No see-you-laters- but of course not. I never received one.. or much less anything for that matter. So I never expected anything and I was fine with it- used to it.

[ Next Day. ]

"No, no. I do get you! The male main protagonist is perfect for Chisatsu," I chimed.

"You really support him, don't you?" Akane laughed softly as she closed the novel, placing it down on her lip.

"I think his character is really nicely developed," I explained.

"Ah. Then," she gave a smile that really made her seem only as if she was barely thirty. "What kind of guy is your 'type'?" she laughed.

"My type?" I pursed my lips. "I don't really think about that… But if I thought about it… Hm. Someone that isn't too clingy? Keeps to himself? Not too nice either," I concluded.

"Ehhh," she mused with a smile.

"W-What?" I felt like I said something wrong. Oh shit- Should I really have answered that? Aren't I… engaged to her son-

"That sounds a lot like Kyoya."

Oh. ….OH. Oh no. Does it? I supposed it does. I laughed awkwardly… feeling a lot more awkward than anything. But at least it- I- I sighed.

"Why don't you like 'too nice' people?" she asked.

"I feel like they get pushed around," I frowned. "And people tend to try and use them. Sometimes nothing gets done from being nice either," I rambled but caught myself before I could say anything offensive.

"Well then I think Kyoya is perfect for you," she said. I ignored the 'perfect' part because I was pretty glad she also knew her son was anything but 'nice'. "He-"

The door slid open to reveal- Well, speak of the devil. Almost literally.

"What?" he frowned as he caught my stare. What's his problem? A normal person would glance up at an opening door.

"We were talking about how Sakura-chan's preference in guys completely matches you!" she smiled playfully.

I whirled around, my face must have been completely red because it felt too warm. "Akane-san!" Geez. What is she, a gossiping teenager?

"It's really adorable how you can still be shy around your fiancee," she smiled. Fiancee!

He grumbled something under his breath before sauntering over to a chair and sitting down on it after pulling it over to the bed.

"So Kyoya, what do you like about Sakura-chan?" she smiled playfully from where she sat. I imagined myself to spit out nonexistent water. Though I couldn't care less of what she said as long as it made her look so happy. Her smile was so warm I felt like it lit up her pale complexion.

I saw his eye twitch just slightly as he sighed exasperatedly, crossing his arms and closing his eyes.

"Kyoya, I want to know. You guys are engaged, there's nothing to be shy about," she said. Engaged, right.

He opened his eyes slowly before his eyes shifted lazily over to me, scrutinizing. I tensed immediately and suddenly felt very awkward under his gaze.

"She's stubborn."

"What-" But he stopped me at parted lips.

"And persistent. So, she doesn't know how to give up."

He sure bent that one to a slightly better angle. Though I still get the feeling of wanting to stomp on his foot.

"It's acceptable that she was always on time to school, never missed class unless of a crucial condition, and healthily participated in school activities." …...So he was 'okay' with me because I was an ideal student?

Akane nodded slowly. "Uh, anything else?" The woman smiled patiently.

"No."

"You don't think she's absolutely cute, kind, and lovely?" Akane giggled. Say yes or nod-

"No," he frowned. This guy.

"Oh, Kyoya~" I feigned a loving voice. He tensed and I'm not sure if I imagined his eye twitching. Bastard. "You must have had a tiring day of work," I really hope you did, you jerk. "Let me give you a massage." And find that nice little pressure point in your shoulder.

"How very sweet of you, Sakura-chan. I'm sure this is what makes you a great wife to be," she smiled encouragingly. So Hibari didn't get to move; good, good.

I placed my hands on both sides of his shoulders lightly before squeezing, pressing. He has such broad shoulders- but he's a guy. Such a strong back too-

"This doesn't feel good one bit. You can't even give a massage right-" I pressed down as hard as I could on purpose and he tensed up. Serves him right-

"Eek," I yelped as he grasped my wrist, pulling me forward so that my chest hit his back. He turned to give me the most devious glare and I gulped.

He hissed lowly in my ear, his warm breath tickling me. "Try that again and I will snap your wrist in half." We both glanced over to Akane who was absorbed into her book again so thankfully, she probably didn't hear any of it.

I frowned, fuming as he released my captive hand and I straightened back up. Kami-sama, please grant me the strength to kill- I mean, to not kill him.

[ Day After. ]

"Emu," I said as I entered her office. She looked up from the designer bag, probably her own creation and watched me for a moment with a blank expression before sighing exasperatedly.

"Sakura, how many times do I have to tell you to knock?"

"Ah." I took a step back into the doorway and rapted on her door with a grin. In my defense, the door was already open. And when doors are open, it seemed ridiculous to knock. But hey, she complained.

The red haired girl frowned before waving me in. "Just get in here, you goof."

I closed the door behind me before taking a seat in one of the plush green couches, straightening my black pencil skirt. I busied myself with the abstract paintings that hung on the dark plum colored walls while waiting for her to finish what she was doing. Purple walls, green couches. Leave it to fashion designers that picked interesting color schemes just because they were complementary.

I heard a shuffle as she got up and placed herself carefully in front of me, crossing one leg over the other. Her maxi dress draped down over her legs, curling around them.

"So," she raised an eyebrow as she leaned back. "What is it? Unless you came here to see my winning design," she smirked, eyes flitting over the bag that sat in its glory on her desk.

"I have designer bags too," I gave her a silly grin as I pointed to the area, dark circles, under my eyes. Designer eye bags.

She rolled her eyes but cracked a smile anyways. I laughed softly. "Well that, congratulations by the way. But I also have something to tell you," my smile dropped slightly.

She continued to watch me, probably analyzing my expression. "Out with it," she frowned. "I don't have all day, you know." This was how she always was. Impatient, short tempered. But she was a close friend to me so I was used to it.

She tucked an offending strand of hair back to where it belonged with the rest of her hair, re-clipping the 'MM' yellow pin. M.M was her initials though it was something she preferred everyone to call her. Madeleine Marie, was her full, French name. I thought it was ridiculous to call her M.M but I didn't tell her that, instead I call her 'Emu' though she didn't seem to mind.

"Um… You see, Emu.." I started but unsure how to tell her. I guess I didn't have very many options. She uncapped her water bottle and took a small sip. Well, bad timing. "I'm getting married."

Her violet eyes widened as she jolted forward a bit, choking and coughing while pounding against her chest lightly. "What?" she asked between a strangle of coughs, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I'm getting-"

She put a hand out, silencing me. "Oh my god. You didn't even have a boyfriend, you can't expect me to believe that- Wait, is it April 1st-"

"No," I smiled. It isn't even April yet, though I suppose it was almost.

She scanned my expression after calming down, her fit was gone now. "You're serious." She said it like a fact, not a question.

I nodded slowly, letting the information sink into her. The red haired girl rolled her eyes. "You couldn't have waited for me to finish drinking the water?"

"I thought it'd be entertaining," I laughed. And it was.

"You demon," she muttered, absent mindedly fixing the 'MM' clip. "So. When or how or who or- WHY? Last time I checked, you didn't have any interest in even dating anyone. Or did you hide it from me- Though, that's impossible," she smirked.

It was true, both of the things she said. I didn't have an interest and- well, she reads me like a book. I wasn't bad at lying, but she excelled in the whole 'Sakura Interrogation' area.

"Getting married soon, I want to get married before my non biological mother's illness gets worse. Um… I'm getting married to her son," I answered in order, making it sound a lot more casual than it was. Oh, it was anything BUT casual.

"Her son? Is he good looking? Wait. Is he RICH?" she asked. Same old, same old.

"Yes, Emu. He's rich," I laughed at her motives and glanced away after. M.M nodded approvingly, arms crossed in front of her chest. But she was still waiting. I cleared my throat. "And good looking, I suppose," I muttered.

"...Nanase Sakura. Did you just say the man was good looking?"

"Yes. Shut up, I'm not saying it again," I felt my face warm up.

"Pics," she demanded simply.

"I don't have pics," I frowned.

"Well then, I expect pics by next week."

"What? No," I answered with an incredulous tone. That was ridiculous. A picture of Hibari Kyoya. He'd snap my phone in half, and then he'd snap me in half. But of course he'd make me watch the tragedy of watching my phone break before he let me die.

"You're getting me a picture," she smiled. And apparently it was final. "And a name," she quirked an eyebrow, expecting it now.

I didn't feel like giving her a name. Surely she knew of every CEO or just any rich person in Japan, mostly the bachelors. It was her interest, anyways. But I can't hide it from her forever. "Hibari Kyoya."

And I almost regret saying it. For some reason her violet eyes widened more than I expected. Her face looked like a mixture of disbelief and pure horror. I mean if someone told me sometime ago that I'd be marrying him, that'd be my face too. But what does she know?

"Wait. Let me drink this water so I can spit it out at you," M.M. ended up saying after collecting her expression to only a frown.

"That's gross, Emu. And unladylike," I teased. "Do you know him? Though, he is a CEO of a successful corporation."

"He's not ONLY a CEO, Sakura." Only?

I raised an eyebrow and my mind swam in chaotic thoughts of every possibility to her horror. "What do you mean? ...Oh god. Is he a womanizer? Does he sleep-"

She waved off the rest of my questions with a dismissive gesture. "Sakura, be serious for a second. And of course he sleeps, he's human- kind of."

"You didn't let me finish." I frowned. The thought of him and women displeased me but thankfully, I'm 90% sure it would displease him too. "And I am serious, what are you talking about? What do you mean?"

Her glossed lips parted for a moment. "You-" M.M. paused in thought and I'm sure she was scanning my expression again.

"Stop that and answer my question."

"You don't know," she muttered. And it wasn't even a question.

"Don't know what?" I was getting frustrated.

She didn't speak for another moment. What was she hiding? Why would she know something? "Nothing," she concluded. "Just that, I heard that he's… a bit violent? You know what you're getting into, right?"

Violent? How does she know? It's not like people would publish articles about how 'violent' a CEO is. But the world is small and so chances are, she might know him. "Yes, I know. I've known him for almost ten years," I mumbled. I've known the… terror.

"And you don't know?"

"Don't know what?" I repeated for the second time, my tone giving away my building distress.

Before she could answer, an alarm clock on her phone rang and she checked it quickly. She always had an alarm or two set up, too much for my taste but hey, it's her lifestyle.

"Shit. I have a meeting to get to," she mumbled as she stood up, walking over to her desk to collect her things. She packed the sketches into a bag she designed herself, a tannish color with M.M. all over it.

"Emu-"

"Later, Sakura," she dismissed with a hand, muttering reminders to herself on what to do at what I assume would be a presentation.

I sighed, knowing how nerve wracking it could be for her so I let her off. "Good luck with your meeting. I'll send an invitation soon," I said simply before closing the door behind me. leaving my red short haired friend to her work.

Third person, limited; Hibari

[ Hours Later. ]

He slid open the door and closed it after himself as he stepped in, taking in the drafty air of the room. It was dark and there were no lights to illuminate the room but the pale moonlight from the window which faintly shone over the hospital bed.

His mother was tucked in, blanket up to her neck as she slept peacefully, no harm to her expression. On the chair and leaned over onto the bed was the girl. Arms acted her pillow as she rested her head on it. Does she ever leave?

Not like he was even somewhat appreciative that his mother had company, he was just feeling more reassured that there was another person keeping watch over his frail mother.

Hibari frowned as he walked over to the window, closing it shut and the curtains that were picked up by the wind fell to where they belong.

"Hibari.."

His ears caught the sound of the low murmur that escaped the girl's lips. He glanced down at her, waiting for the next words. What did this herbivore want?

But upon seeing her closed lids, he assumed she was sleep talking. "Hibari," she mumbled again. "Can I… pet… your bird…"

Hibird? In her dream, she wants to pet Hibird? Wao, he thought sarcastically. She was still annoying even in her sleep. He scoffed quietly as to not wake up his mother; he couldn't care less about the girl.

"Idiot." Oy, this herbivore better not be calling him an idiot inside her dream. If so, he better be biting her to death in that dream. "Ow.." And he supposed he did.

He also supposed he couldn't help the very slight curve of his lips. A smirk.

"You… You can't name the twins… Nami.. and Mori…"

Hibari raised an eyebrow at that one. Twins? Nami, Mori. Not to mention she was having a dream about their children (he frowned at the thought) already-

"Obsessed.." she muttered and his eyes narrowed. He's not obsessed about the town. He has pride in it, wants to protect it, and never enjoys leaving the vicinity of it. It's not obsession- it's dedication.

For a moment he had the urge to whack the girl on the head but he thought against it. She would wake up and she would surely have some outrageous reaction. He doesn't feel like dealing with her right now, not to mention she'd wake up mother.

The female fell silent and he made his way over to the chair against the other wall. This won't be comfortable, but he doesn't care. He was a light sleeper and the low hum or seldom beeping from the machines would have been an obstruction to his attempts but he was tired today.

He worked harder and faster so that the work could get done and that he could arrive at the hospital earlier. Though it was late already and mother was asleep.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and shifting into a more comfortable position. Slowly he closed his eyes and let his mind wander off where it may.

If he wasn't so tired, he'd have scoffed and frowned at the ridiculous murmur he would have killed her for if it was enough to wake him up:

"...Love you too…."

Instead the last thing that rang through his groggy mind was:

Idiot.

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