It was during one of his (many) patrols one morning that Hibari decided to cast a fond gaze towards what he considered to be his lair. The entirety of Namimori was his territory, and his house he had to share with the herbivores that called themselves his parents. The disciplinary office however, was sacred, only available for him – and on occasion, Kusekabe – to enter. Every carnivore, he had decided, needed a lair, and so he was inordinately pleased about obtaining his own.
It was understandable then, when he looked towards his lair and saw a fluffy brunet sticking out of its window, he was angry. Scratch that, he was enraged. How dare they trespass upon his ultimate territory? He would destroy the unfortunate herbivore who had the gall to invade his lair.
For once, he didn't bother restrain his killing intent as made his way towards the disciplinary office – choosing to scale the wall rather than run through the corridors (running was prohibited regardless). He swooped through the still open window; tonfas already out and ready to bite the trespasser. It seemed however that his dramatic entrance was for naught, for there was no sign of any other form of life within the office. Hissing like an enraged cat, Hibari bristled, before sitting down and pulling out the list of students. He would find and bite whoever the trespassing herbivore was if it killed him.
– x –
Looking in the mirror, Namimori's 'demon prefect' frowned. He had bags under his eyes (although few would classify the slightest darkening of skin under his eyes as 'bags', he did and that was all that mattered). The reason for his lack of sleep could be attributed to one fluffy brunet – one which Hibari still didn't know the name of, despite having spent the entire night memorising each and every student of Namimori middle.
The school obviously had more problems that he thought, if its records were so bad that some students weren't properly registered.
Obviously he couldn't expect much from a crowd of herbivores. It hadn't been the first time he'd caught sight of the brown-haired boy he was currently looking for. No in fact he'd seen them in the background of several situations – always alone and ignored.
Hibari cared not if the student herbivores decided bullying by exclusion was an acceptable past time. As long as they didn't break the rules. The teachers deciding to ignore the brunet, however, was entirely unprofessional and thus unacceptable. It had crossed his mind that the particular student was not only a trespasser in his lair, but also upon his school, but he had seen no person – student or teacher – ever point out the other as such. During lunch or physical education, or within the halls where he had spotted the boy, nobody had accused him of trespassing upon the school and so the prefect deemed it far more likely to be a severe case of bullying. The brunet looked like the sort of weak herbivore to get bullied after all.
The upside of it all, was that the 'bags' under his eyes allowed for an even more prominent glare, which sent students and teachers alike scurrying as he stalked down the halls. Sheer annoyance radiated off him in waves, and even the weak herbivores could sense him from a mile away. Hibari would not let a trespasser go unpunished.
Luckily (for the prefect, that is) he spotted one particular second year that he recognised having been around when the brunet herbivore had been. From what little he'd seen, he didn't think Yamamoto Takeshi would partake in such widespread alienation of another, but then again, he was still an herbivore.
He strode up to the baseball player, mindless of the conversation he was having with the people around him. Reaching out and grabbing the other by their collar, he yanked them down to his own level.
"Herbivore." The prefect hissed. He would have been amused at the paling of the other's face if he wasn't so irritated.
"Hibari, right? Haha, what can I–"
"The fluffy brunet herbivore." The skylark cut the other boy off. Listening to his dribble would only serve to irritate Hibari even more. "Who is he?"
The prefect reigned in his impatience as the other boy blinked, and took some time to contemplate the question. A few moments later, his expression broke out into a large grin.
"I have no idea!"
The prefect growled in warning. He would not tolerate any disgusting behaviour within his school.
"Lies." Hibari hissed. If he was honest with himself, he was slightly disappointed in Yamamoto Takeshi for his herbivorous lies. Quite ruthlessly, he squashed the emotion, allowing himself to mentally sneer at the boy in front of him. "I saw you with the short herbivore with spiky brown hair."
The prefect could see the minute changes on the baseball player's face. Confusion, suspicion, shock and denial. Hmph. Hibari knew the boy was a liar.
"I, uh. I h-have to go." The hazel eyes boy struggled with an air of desperation, and Hibari let him go with an air of disgust. He couldn't stand cowards who ran away.
The baseball herbivore stopped his retreat for a moment, as if contemplating. With a shaky breath, he looked back at the prefect. "There really is nobody I know like that, Hibari-sempai. T-the only one was Tsuna."
Hibari raised an eyebrow, demanding more information. Yamamoto looked away.
"He died last year."
The prefect didn't bother to pursue the boy for an explanation. He could recognise the signs of guilt and grief. Huffing in irritation, he turned around and strode away.
– x –
That afternoon, Hibari felt like he was staggering his way over to his nest. The prefect was exhausted, not only for having stayed up the entire night previous, for having to deal with all the messes the herbivores caused during the day. A few delinquents had decided to try and overpower him through numbers and Hibari inwardly scoffed. They were weak. It hadn't helped however, that he couldn't forget what the baseball herbivore said – it had nagged upon his mind to the point that he missed his daily nap (making for a very cranky skylark) and all but demanded that Tetsuya obtain information of the boy named 'Tsuna' right then. The prefect honestly felt like breaking a wall when the information on the school system was missing. Pathetic herbivores. Pathetic disgusting herbivores with no sense of order.
Reaching the bundle of branches that served as his resting area, the skylark was all too ready to lay down for some well deserved rest. He froze immediately upon noticing a foreign object within his territory. A wealth of wild but edible berries lay in a pile in his nest, neatly stacked in a pile. Out of the corner of his eye, a flash of brown went by. The prefect looked back at the offering. Sorry; the message was clear.
Hibari's mouth twitched. Well, he could use a snack.