Chapter 2

This chapter isn't edited in anyway. Help a pal out and if you see an error, say?

Warnings: General violence.

A/N: Had this almost finished for awhile. Decided to finish it up and just post it. Still haven't really decided on where to go with this story, so I'm just going to let it happen.

Enjoy!

[Edited 1/27/17]


"Herbivores crowding will be bitten to death."

With that sole statement, various Namimori Middle Schoolers yelled and scrambled, a few of them stumbling over each other in their hasty escape. "It's Hibari-san! It's Hibari-san! Run!" Kyoya resisted the urge to give chase, only narrowing his eyes at the suddenly empty courtyard.

Harry was rubbing at his face. "You know what I like? Children screaming first thing in the morning; always paves way for an amazing day," he drawled, smiling as he gave Kyoya a reproachful look.

Kyoya ignored him.

It was getting easier and easier to ignore Harry's general existence. As Kyoya grew older, Harry stopped being such an annoying herbivore crowding around him, and Harry was just...there. Always there. Kyoya unlocked the door to his office, his key ring heavy with the amount of keys on it.

"Home sweet home," Harry muttered as he drifted towards the couch Kyoya put in for the decor, and Harry could stop complaining about having nowhere to sit. "You spend more time here than...well, almost anywhere."

"Hn," Kyoya sat down behind his desk and shuffled through the paperwork that was laid on his desk for him to find. Notices from other DC members, 'accident reports', daily reports and schedules from other club representatives, ect. Things he needed to keep track of, simply just because.

It took an hour or two to look through the papers and Kyoya glanced up once or twice to glare at Harry. Harry looked like the epitome of bored, face scrunched up slightly as he stared up at the ceiling. Kyoya briefly wondered what he was thinking, what he thought at quiet moments like these.

Kyoya stubbornly returned to his work. It wasn't like it would change anything if he knew more about Harry, or not; in the end, no matter how much Kyoya has gotten used to Harry's existence, he was still just a herbivore.

-0-0-0-0-

Harry stayed quiet as Kyoya slept. It was hellish enough to be stuck with an awake Kyoya, to be alive here when he was so sure he... Harry sighed softly, then shot a quick glance at the sleeping teenager on the futon. No movement.

Good, he didn't wake up the light sleeping 'carnivore'.

Hibari Kyoya was an...interesting child. Not that he was a child anymore, quickly growing up to be more vicious, more like the true 'carnivore' he was intent on being. Harry inwardly snorted, closing his eyes and forcing himself to keep calm. Still, the matter remained:

Harry Potter managed to become intangible and stuck in a world where only Hibari Kyoya could see him.

Harry Potter was so sure he died at the end of it all. The whole war with Voldemort. The whole scenario that was a mixture of betrayals and friendships. Everything. Harry truly believed he died. Only, he didn't, and he was stuck here, in Japan and with a bloodthirsty hellion that was Kyoya. How? He didn't know. Why? Didn't know that either.

All he did know was that someday, this was going to have to change. After all, Harry was getting tired of not being able to touch anything, but also the fact that he only had Kyoya for company was starting to wear on him just a tiny bit. Not that Kyoya was truly bad company, once you got used to him, it was just that...Harry curled in on himself, expression loosening to something detached. He missed his friends.

He missed a lot of things, actually.

If Hermione was here, no doubt she'd be able to figure out the situation in no time flat. If Ron was here, he'd make this situation a bit better to rough it out with. Ginny, Sirius, Remus, Tonks... Anyone! If anyone was here, Harry wouldn't feel like someone was slowly suffocating him over the years. If, if, if; Harry was plaguing himself with if's. It was torture, and probably not good on his mental wellbeing, but it was all Harry had to do in the quiet moments of this new...existence.

Harry uncurled himself, sighing lowly. He scooted closer to the traditional screen door that separated Kyoya's room from the main hallway. Harry admired the new culture he'd been dropped in for a moment, before slowly gearing himself up for another night as his attempts to become tangible. Sitting up straighter, Harry tried to touch the screen.

His hand went right through.

Harry tried not to cringe at the uncomfortable feeling. He quickly retracted his hand, the feelings of the icy ache instantly leaving; it made him shudder as he stared at his hands. I must not tell lies was still itched into the back of his hand, faint and mocking. Kyoya never noticed it; never noticed a lot of things about Harry, or if he did, never let on.

Harry eyed the form on the futon once more, making sure Kyoya wouldn't wake in his attempts to become...physical. While he spent so many years with Kyoya now, as this, there were just some things that Harry never really...gave to the boy. His past, his feelings, his past; no doubt Kyoya must have wondered about that, right? Harry can't be the only one worried about his position in Kyoya's life, right?

"What are you, herbivore?"

Harry didn't know.

Was he a ghost? Or something else? What the hell was he doing here? The question plagued him ever since the five year old with a bleeding nose asked him that, eyes feral and teeth bared. And yet, despite asking that one question, Kyoya just seemed to forget that this shouldn't be happening, and Harry shouldn't be here. Or was Kyoya really that stubborn to just ignore all of this?

Honestly, Harry wouldn't put it past him.

And it wasn't like Harry could ask it of him in the first place. Kyoya was a kid in Harry's eyes, he had met him when he was just 5 years old. Despite his odd habits of beating almost anyone who got on his nerves an inch away from death, he was still...young. Young and yet too mature, trying to force the world to mold into the one he firmly believed was right with the stubbornness only an ignorant child can.

So, Harry would deal with this by himself. He'd gotten himself out of tricky situations before, and he can do it again. He just needed to keep trying.

And the first step:

Becoming tangible.

(First step towards what? Harry didn't know, but as long as he was going somewhere, he'd take it.)

-0-0-0-0-

Kyoya pointedly ignored the figure slumped on his office's couch. He could feel his left eye twitch every once in awhile in annoyance, though.

"Oi, herbivore," Kyoya finally addressed the dozing Harry at last. "..." He gave Harry a look, before sweeping out of the room with purpose. Harry scrambled after him with a noise of alarm and disgruntlement at being forced to move without warning.

"Did something happen?" Harry yawned into the back of his hand, blinking as he caught up to Kyoya. Kyoya only grunted, sending him a glance out of the corner of his eye. A couple of herbivores were crowding around a baseball field, and while Kyoya would usually send his other men out to get them, these herbivores weren't from the school.

They were from a small yakuza gang, and were crowding around in hopes of getting a school girl to notice them. Kyoya only frowned in disgust, and felt a certain eagerness at the chance to bite them to death. After all, it was against the rules to harass another on school grounds (Hibari and his men were an exception, obviously), and it was against the rules to be on school grounds if you weren't from said school and had no visitors pass.

Kyoya smiled darkly, and Harry only sighed beside him.

Sooner or later, they arrived at the baseball field. Harry glanced around with interest, before instantly zeroing in on the group of untamed delinquents who were hanging around on one side of the field. A few kids who were from the elementary were on the opposite side, looking ready to scramble up and away from their rented playground here at Namimori Middle.

As they passed, Kyoya could only smirk when he heard the kids erupt into whispers of, "Is that Hibari-san?" "He's scary!" "Woah...". The delinquents only noticed him when he stopped a few feet in front of them, assessing them with narrowed grey eyes.

"Herbivores, what are you doing crowding here?" Kyoya said, bluntly. Harry stayed blissfully quiet, still looking quite dazed and sleepy. His green eyes were focused, though, his eyes half lidded, leaving only a slash of green. He yawned.

A herbivore only sneered at him. "We can do what we want, Hibari," he laughed, and the other herbivores laughed with him. "You don't control us, kid." He took a swig of something unsavory. Another rule broken then.

For each rule broken, Kyoya resolved with a look of eagerness, each bone he'd attempt to break.

At least, if he 'accidentally' broke them. Harry would complain too much if he actually attempted to break each and every one of their bones and stare at Kyoya in such a reproachful way that made Kyoya uncomfortable. The delinquents looked mildly uncomfortable at Kyoya's look of feralness.

Kyoya attacked, with a bored but watchful Harry on the side.

When he was done, Kyoya backed up and smirked. Other DC members descended from who knows where (Kyoya didn't care, they were useful at this instance and that's all that mattered) and began to drag their bodies away from the 'scene of the crime' as Harry might put it. The cops will be here soon, and like good DC members, they will be the one to explain the collapsed and crumpled bodies.

Kyoya was allowed to do whatever he wanted. Harry only said, "You scared almost all of the elementary baseball club off." Kyoya only walked away, as his response. Harry caught up to him easily. "Everyone else ran away except one kid." Harry sounded mildly impressed. "He's got guts of steel, I'll give him that."

As if Kyoya cared. "Whatever, herbivore," Kyoya said, "I've got patrols to do."

-0-0-0-0-

Yamamoto Takashi, determined to not miss a chance to practice baseball despite all his other teammates running away, scratched the back of his head sheepishly, staring at the two retreating figures that were leaving the baseball field. Guess the rumors were true; Hibari Kyoya was a really scary guy!

Takashi laughed to himself, hoping quietly that Hibari-san would calm down a little when he'd attend Namimori Middle next year. If not, then oh well; hopefully Hibari-san and he could get along well enough anyways.

As Takashi picked up another baseball, and prepared to practice his pitch, Takashi blinked and realized something. He wanted to go up and ask about Hibari's friend! He missed his chance, didn't he? Takashi shook his head ruefully to himself, he'll ask next time he sees them.

Who was he? Nobody ever talked about Hibari's mysterious friend, after all~


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The plot thickens! I might actually post/update more now that I'm actually watching KHR.

Before, I just went off the Wiki and other fanfictions~

Shameful, shameful, eh?

-MMS