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Hibari x Shiro : 1

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Age: 5 weeks old

Shiro glared at himself as he stare in front of himself. Ugly, he thought repeatedly to himself as he stared. What stared back was he himself that was reflected from the mirror. Shiro scowled, but to his horror, instead of a fearsome scowl an adorable pout replaced it instead.

It's been five weeks, five damn weeks since he was…brought into this world. And now that he's seen himself, he's quite surprised. What kind of baby had white hair? Not to mention his amber eyes that blinked with his head tilted sideways in fascination. To his observation, he got his stunning amber eyes from his mother. Her name happened to be Fubuki Manako, 25, and is one hell of a beautiful woman that Shiro's ever meet. While his little sister stood first in his list, of course.

He opened his mouth to speak, only to hear childish gurgles that brought a frown to his face. As he continued his observation of his new looks, it wasn't long before Shiro felt that super familiar gaze behind him. He turned his head to see a mop of curly white hair peeking from behind the door. Shiro sweat-dropped for the 12th time that day.

The person hiding behind the door was none other than his new dad. Shiro didn't know why the man always hid himself from him in such obvious places. It was pathetic actually, but it's not like he'll ever tell him that. But it did explain where he got his white hair from, and probably the semi-curls that will appear later in his life. Shiro watched as his dad, Fubuki Ryuu, 25 as well, spy on him. He tilted his head cutely towards his dad making the man squeal as he came running towards him. His dad then embraced the baby and proceeded to huge the daylights out of the newborn. Shiro wheezed, feeling suffocated by his father's hug, not to mention nauseous from the way he twirled him around.

"Shiro-chan~ Your so adorable! Full of moeeeeeee!~ I'll never hand you to anyone!" Ryuu squealed as he cuddled his son.

This wasn't the first time this happened, and now he knew exactly what he should do. Shiro breathed deeply in through his mouth determinedly as he prepared himself. He then wailed. Full out wailed making the father gulp in fear when he heard the rumble of footsteps approaching fast. And as quick as lightning, Manako flew into the room with the door kicked down. Her hair was in shambles as she stared in front of her. Her white dress adding to the haunting look directed at them with her labored breath.

Ryuu paled as he stared at his wife with horror and backed away to the corner trembling like a caught mouse. Manako smiled innocently but it was all betrayed by the darkening of her face, and the terrifying atmosphere gradually growing. It was then she raised her arms to reveal the weapon in hand with an innocent tilt to her head. She stalked towards her cowering husband as her kitchen knife gleamed threateningly under the bright lights. Ryuu squeaked as he raised his hand shakily while pressing the rest of his body as close to the wall as he could.

"M-M-Mana-chan! It's a misunderstanding!" Ryuu tried to explain.

"Hm?~ Is it a misunderstanding that you made Shiro-chan cry?" Manako asked her smile still there, but her eyes finally opened to see those narrowed glowing eyes.

Ryuu froze as he stared at Shiro who was sniffling while rubbing his eyes with his fist. The man would of cooed if it wasn't for the code red situation in hand as he switched back to look at his wife.

"I would never!" He exclaimed.

It was futile however as he saw his alluring wife smiling a sickly sweet smile at him. Manako grabbed her husband's shirt as she dragged the crying and pleading man. She turned to smile brightly towards Shiro before she promptly turned around once more, stalking towards the door. Shiro watched blankly as he saw the damaged door slam behind them, and in a few seconds Ryuu's screams was heard through it.

The teen-turned-baby smiled smugly as he stared at the door. He takes back what he said about a man's pride of not crying. Tears is a dangerous weapon that could plan a mass destruction.

As the screams and pleads sounded through the door, Shiro smiled innocently. Did he ever mention that he had a badass of a mother?

Age: 1 year old

Oh my fucking god, Shiro thought in horror as he sat there on the set. He was a boy right? So why in the seven hells was he wearing a dress? A horrifying dotted pink dress with frills in the bottom…frills! His now longer, white, semi-curled hair was tied into a pink bow that threatened to burn his eyes out with the painful colour. Though, that didn't happen as amber eyes stared wide-eyed at the camerawoman that gushed at him, repeatedly.

His father's smile was glowing…glowing for pete sake! Is that even scientifically possible!? Not to mention his mother, she was chuckling her 'oh ho ho ho' laugh when she finds something highly amusingly to watch. Shiro could only deadpan at his mother, knowing the sadistic woman was clearly enjoying this far to much.

Shiro forced himself to smile as he pretended to happily giggle at the camera, somehow not pulling a face. He regretted it so much when the camera flashed continuously with the woman moving in a very unnatural speed that made him want to gag. He couldn't help but think if he was in some sort of anime for an odd reason. As time went by, they finally took off the dreaded dress that could of killed him in more ways than one.

He was gently pulled up into Ryuu's arms as the man cooed at his son, rubbing his cheeks fondly on Shiro's head. While be watched his dad, he almost failed to notice his mom's mischievous smile, who cackled silently to herself, holding something in her hands. Both father and son watched the woman nervously from a small distant away. It was Ryuu who finally picked up the courage to speak, as he coughed into his fist.

"Mana-chan? What are you doing?" Ryuu asked his wife gently with his brown eyes watching in unease.

Manako turned around with Shiro's pictures in her hand, revealing her satisfied grin.

"Blackmail material, that's what!" She announced, making both of the males of the family to gape at her.

The hell! Shiro thought as he stared disbelievingly at his own mother. Ryuu looked down sympathetically at his son that could only stare at him with fear filled eyes.

"I'm so sorry," The father said while covering his mouth, looking away in tears dramatically.

Shiro mentally screamed at his mind as he stared at the terrifying woman, horror written all over his face. Whatever he feared in the past, this was beyond the most terrifying.

Age: 2 years old

Shiro rolled around the floor, hugging a pillow close to his chest boredly. It was currently raining, so there wasn't much to do in the house, being mentally a teenager and all. It was then he decided to lay flat on the floor once more to stare up at the ceiling, counting the light bulbs for the 100th time. Yup, that just how bored he was.

Ever since he was reborn again, he's missed his past life a lot, especially his little sister Emi. He's wondered constantly about her, wishing to see his little angel again, so very much. So much that he would sometimes cry at the thought of her, making his new parents to worry. However, he knew, he knew there was a slim chances that he will ever see her again.

Shiro sighed heavily as he stood up and walked aimlessly around the living room, touching the wall. While he traced the white walls, he was quick to stumble on his painting equipment that his mother bought for him. Suddenly, a light bulb appeared as he grinned, crouching down in front of the many colours. He gingerly reached his hand on the liquid, rubbing the paint onto his hand, looking fascinated at the red. With a tilt of his head upwards, he looked at the pristine pure white wallpaper. He shrugged, why not; the walls needed an upgrade for a change.

Shiro stood while looking up, slapping his hand onto the wall, leaving a bright handprint on it. He giggled as he ran down the room with his hand still on, leaving a bright red line. His grin never faltered once as he got another colour then another, and chucked it onto the wall making it splatter. A gleeful laugh erupted from his mouth as he continued to assault the stained wall. He hasn't had this much fun in years!

The boy stepped back, giving a proud gaze on his masterpiece. The once pure white wall was stained with colourful paint that spread out from one end to the other. Red, then blue, then to yellow, then green, after purple comes indigo, and finally orange in the middle. It was absolutely beautiful.

He laughed to himself, oblivious to the shadow that appeared behind him. However, Shiro froze when he felt the dark aura that could only belong to one person only. He slowly turned around, only to pale as he saw his mother looking at him with the same dark look that was usually given to his dad.

Manako's hair floated in a demonish way as her eyes shined a glowing angry yellow that was a family trait. Behind her stood a shell-shocked Ryuu who stared at the wall, dropping the bags onto the floor.

"Welcome home…mom…dad…" Shiro whispered weakly, giving a pathetic wave.

The mother narrowed her eyes at her son, giving her signature sickly sweet smile, "We're home, Shiro-chan. Mind explaining what happened while we we're gone? Especially the wall."

He's doomed, he whimpered to himself as he stared at the fuming mother.

Age: 3 years old

Shiro watched his father that was sitting in his chair, hunched. His eyes focused solely at the computer screen with bags under his eyes. His father was an author if you must know, and he looked exhausted. The son sighed as he remembered his father's deadline that was due in two days. A shudder crawled down his back, recalling the time when he accidentally spilled his dad's coffe onto his computer, frying it. The man's anguish cries as he sobbed onto the floor next to the computer brought unwelcoming memories. Especially when Ryuu whined and cried for the rest of the day.

Though, feeling guilty for having part in the man's exhaustion, Shiro quickly ran to his mother by kitchen. His mother, a former acrobat, hummed by the kitchen counter, peeling an orange. On the other hand, she was pulled out of her muse when Shiro walked towards her, barely able to grab her sleeves as he tugged it gently. The woman looked down as she stared at her son questionably. He ignored her gaze as he pointed towards his dad.

"I want to cheer daddy up… and I was hoping," Shiro blushed softly while looking away, "…We could make coffee together."

Manako's smile twitched, a brighter blush crossing her face as she saw this adorable being called her son. But, she quickly smiled warmly at him, nodding happily at the request. The two together brewed the coffee as the boy was standing on a pedestal, helping the best he could. When they finally finished, Manako kneeled next to Shiro, handing the mug safely in the younger's hand.

"Be careful, dear, don't drop it." She said sternly, making Shiro nod dutifully.

He carefully balanced the cup of drink as he made his way back to the living room. The child-secretly-a-teen stood next to Ryuu, as he stared at the man who pulled his glasses off rubbing his temples.

"Dad." Shiro called meekly, making the said man turn towards him tiredly.

Ryuu widened his eyes as he stared at the cup of coffee handed to him. His father's expression was blank for a moment, before a genuine sparkling smile was placed over it. Ryuu kissed Shiro's head in affection, receiving the mug of coffee with a soft 'thank you'. Shiro blushed as he looked down, brushing his hand on the spot that his father kissed him.

Meanwhile, Manako could only chuckle softly as she stared at her husband who lay limp on the table. Flowers popping around Ryuu as he held a hand over his mouth, holding in a squeal that was surely to erupt. Shiro's cuteness was simply too much for the both of them.

Age: 4 years old

Manako sat in front of her son, who was staring right back at her in curiosity. The woman smiled as she eagerly clapped her hands together, excited for her private lesson to her son.

"Now Shiro-chan, I'm goning to teach you how to scare off really mean people, understand?" Manako said innocently, her closed eyed smile still intact.

Shiro could only blink confused at his mother, sitting crossed legged.

"What for…?" He asked, oblivious to her true meaning.

The mother laughed her signature laugh as she smiled even brighter.

"To keep you safe from harms way, Shiro-chan~." Aslo to kick ass when you grow up, however that was left unsaid as she beamed.

"Now, just follow what I say. Smile a really creepy smile, and think of really really dark thought." Manako explained the best she could.

Shiro tilted his head before giving a understandingly nod, his bright amber eyes looking at her doe like. Manako secretly died from the cuteness that he son beamed up, but managed a small resistance through out the year. She watched as her son smiled as creepily as he could, but Manako quickly butted in and stopped her son from going any further.

"Did I do something wrong?" Shiro questioned, bewildered with the way his mother was trembling and looking away.

Manako looked up, holding both of her hands over her blessed face. That wasn't a creepy smile… it was a carbon smile of an angel! An angel I tell you! After a while of healing her critical damaged heart, she finally managed the braveness to face her son. She breathed deeply in as she decided for another approach.

"Okay, let's think of it this way. Someone has hurt your family very very badly, and they're about to die in your hands." Manako said bluntly.

However, to her surprise, Shiro's face darkened as he looked up with a menacing smile. His entire atmosphere darkened and went down to a cold degree. When he accomplished the secret training, Manako squealed as she hugged Shiro happily into her chest, making the boy yelp out surprised.

"That's my boy!" She exclaimed proudly, smothering her baby boy.

Unknown to them, Ryuu was trembling on his knees, staring through the crack at the door. He saw everything!

Age: 5 years old

They sat there as they ate their dinner, allowing the two couple to gush at each other. Shiro could only drink his glass of water, staring at the lovey-dovey mood around them. He needed to get out of there before the flowers starts to appear, and he wasn't going to stick around to know when. Shiro was about to leap out of his chair when something caught his pants, making him trip and face plant onto the floor.

"Fuck!" Shiro cried as he sat up holding his red nose, tears prickling in the corner of his eyes.

The room suddenly felt cold as Shiro's face was drained with color. A chill went down his spine as he twisted his body like a broke toy, as he stared at the two adults. He flinched when he saw both of their dark side was triggered

"Shiro?" Ryuu called out, his brown eyes darkening as he stared at the shrinking boy.

"Where did you learn that word from?" Manako finished with a smile.

Shiro cried to himself as he mentally banged his face onto the wall. 'Why me!'

Age: 6 years old

Shiro stood there in front of the door, staring at it with a blank, unexpressive face. It was his first day of going to school. He groaned to himself as he dreaded the fact he needed to go to school all over again. His mother came as she pulled his jacket over his shoulder, making sure to button up his uniform. While this happened, his father snapped a picture of Shiro who was pouting while looking away. Manako smiled as she stood up, grabbing the backpack from Ryuu.

"Shiro-chan, it's the first day of school for you. So you don't need to behave yourself, oh ho ho ho~." She said, helping Shiro with his backpack.

Ryuu beamed as he handed his hand to Shiro who grabbed it, giving it a nervous squeeze. They both stated walking out the door, waving back at Manako who leaned on the door looking pleased. Shiro looked around before he stared straight a head, sometimes looking down at the floor sheepishly. Ryuu looked down to chuckle at his son.

"Don't be nervous Shiro-chan, I bet everyone will love you." Ryuu reassured, sounding confident.

I don't think that's the main reason, dad, Shiro though, remembering the day he was supposed to graduate, but was sadly back to the beginning. They both strolled through the streets, taking a couple of minutes before they reached the elementary school that Shiro was supposed to begin in. The white haired boy watched the small kids running around the place before tugging his dad's sleeve.

"Dad? What's this place called?" Shiro asked quietly.

Ryuu hummed thoughtfully as he gently pounded his fist onto his palm in remembrance, "Namimori Elementary School." He revealed.

Shiro paused for a moment, furrowing his brows in confusion before he widened his eyes at his dad. A look of shock was seen on those amber eyes, as something seemed to click in the boy's mind.

"Namimori…?" He asked weakly, making Ryuu nod in confirmation.

"Yup, you didn't know, Shiro-chan? I thought you knew we lived in Namimori." He said in amusement.

Shiro paled as he connected everything together

'The realistic auras, the unnatural speed, my mother's demonic atmosphere, and my abnormal hair and eyes…I was fucking reborn into the Katekyo Hitman world.'

While Shiro stood there, Ryuu waved a hand over his face, "Your there, Shiro-chan? Shirooooooo~?"

Poor Shiro! He totally forgot to ask where they lived. However, I have finally finished this long chapter! I hope you enjoyed this chapter of 'Snowflakes'. Please don't forget to do the R&R. Please vote for your pairings, right now the results are:

Hibari x Shiro : 1

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