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Chapter Three
Don't Lie, Bright Eyes

Kyoya remembered the first time he saw Maya like it happened mere seconds ago. He was seven years old and already stronger than many of his peers. She was five and as weak as a baby bird. She tripped on her feet as she entered the Main House and the others laughed at her. Her chubby face was bright red with shame, but she didn't cry. Instead, she held her chin up high and challenged them all with her defiant eyes.

The old man behind her urged her to introduce herself to the flock of baby predators in the room, and she did so bravely, as befitting a Hibari.

"My name is Maya."

Maya. Maya. Maya.

She was so unlike the other Hibari girls. So small, so fragile, so...sweet.

He remembered she smiled a lot. She would laugh at the smallest things, even when she was so often bullied by the others who didn't appreciate her sense of beauty. She wasn't physically strong. She was average, smarts-wise. And she wasn't the prettiest girl in the world.

But there was only one Maya for one Hibari Kyoya.

He gritted his teeth.

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Kusakabe respected Hibari Kyoya, but not even he would say for certain that Kyoya was a good man. He was honorable, sure, though that in itself was questionable. His sense of honor was not something most people would agree with, but he had one. A heart, however, now, that Kusakabe wouldn't know.

From what he could see, Kyoya didn't seem to care much for anything. On the surface, he seemed to care just fine for Namimori, but while he did protect the town from outsiders and undisciplined citizens and thugs, most of the damage the town receive actually came from the prefect himself. So, did he actually care for Namimori? Kusakabe didn't think so. It seemed to him more that Kyoya considered Namimori his territory, where only he had the freedom to do as he pleased.

The Vongola Guardians were another matter. Kusakabe knew Kyoya, at the very least, respected them for their strength, and could even tolerate some crowding from the rowdy group, but Kusakabe didn't think it was out of affection. Most probably, he was fostering their strengths just so he could bit them to death at their best.

Now, Maya-ojou. That was a complicated matter that made Kusakabe's head hurt.

Kusakabe knew there was history there, although what kind of history he didn't know. Kyoya acted as protective of Maya as Namimori, but he also often spurned the other in some way or another. Kyoya never seemed to have kind words for the poor girl, though to be fair, Kyoya didn't have kind words for anybody. Nevertheless, it was obvious that the girl was feeling something for the young master. Kyoya's feelings-if he even had them-were hard to understand. Kusakabe wouldn't say he was in love with the girl, but he wasn't not in love with her either. Maya was special to Kyoya, though in what way was a question Kusakabe wasn't certain he would ever know.

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Maya felt like there was a bubble around her head. She couldn't hear anything, couldn't feel a single thing. What Kushima said shocked her. It was something she knew was an absolute possibility, but never consciously thought of before.

"You are no longer a Hibari."

What did that mean? If she wasn't a Hibari, what was she then?

Who was she?

Something hot bubbled in her chest. It was hard to breathe. She closed her eyes in an attempt to stop the tears. She was strong. She wouldn't cry. She was-

Not a Hibari.

Oh, Kamisama. What was she supposed to do?

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When Kyoya and Kusakabe arrived at the Main House, it was night. The whole compound was silent as a ghost town, and Maya was sleeping fitfully in her bed for the last time. Kushima was in the parlor, sipping a specially brewed tea. Her husband sat stone-faced across from her.

They waited soundlessly for their wayward son to come in.

And he did, but he wasn't quiet in any way.

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It was not necessary to unleash Roll on the poor front door was Kusakabe's opinion, but what he thought didn't matter to the furious young master arriving back at home for the first time in eight years. Kyoya was angry. Why? Kusakabe didn't know. What he knew was that the sight of Kyoya brandishing his Cloud chains and tonfa's, his eyes blazing with unrestrained fury was not something he would be forgetting anytime soon.

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"Where is she?" were his first words to his Mother.

Kushima lamented the lack of manners and respect in his tone, but she supposed she shouldn't have expected anything less from her most volatile son. Especially since it concerned the little bird he picked up.

"In her room," she replied evenly. "Would you care for some tea?"

"I don't give a shit about your damn tea-"

"Language," murmured Kushima. Kyoya glared at her.

"I don't give a shit about language either. What are you planning now, Mother?"

"What do you think?" was her only answer.

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Maya woke up at the first bang. Her bed shook from the impact. Earthquake? was her first thought, but then she saw the silver spikes sticking out of her door.

She blinked, her eyes still groggy from sleep. She wondered if she was dreaming.

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"You can't send her to Namimori," Kyoya announced.

Kushima only looked at him with a soft smile.

"You can't," he insisted. "She's not safe there."

"And you care about her safety, why?"

Kyoya growled. "Don't play your games with me, Mother."

"I'm not," Kushima said sincerely. "This is mere logic. She's not made for this world, and so I'm asking her to leave."

"And what will happen to her?"

"She'll be in your care," Kushima said breezily.

"Why now?"

"Because there is no other time."

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Maya was dreaming. She was wrapped in strong arms, rocking with every step. A voice said to her, "Stay asleep, Maya. Stay asleep."

And so she slept, but not before she felt warm lips on her cheek.

Did you people watch eLdlive yet? It's cute. Haha I'm pretty sure there was some allusion to Tsuna there.