Author's Note+Disclaimer:

KHR no belongo me-o. Me no speak Americano.

Rei: WTF is wrong with Kyoya-kun?"

Me: Ahahahahaha. Nothing. OOC-ness, I guess.

Rei: Turn him back!

Me:... meh. Too lazy. Where'd you get the super glue anyways?

Rei: Uh... you gave it to me?

Me: Oh right.

Yeah, she's really Mary Sue-ish... She was created for another story, but Linnea wanted to write this story with me, so...


Chapter 4: I am Totally a Hibari


"Rei" POV

I hadn't expected the prefect to actually take me seriously. Or take me home. But that was what happened. He probably thought of me as a science project or something. Analyze, dissect and recycle. I gulped. That was creepy, imagining a mad scientist Kyoya. And I hadn't found any clues either…

I shook my head. I couldn't even remember my own brother. Not that it would help. The only people I remembered from those days were Daniela and my sister. The name she used was Hei, though my brother called her Ran. Maybe I should go search France for her or something. Speaking of which, there aren't any countries with "ren", right? My younger brother used the names Ren and Lei… I had, back then, I only used Himeko. Now I go by Rei…

"You never told me why you changed your name."

"Yes I did."

"It wasn't the truth." I bit back a 'how did you know?' but he seemed to read my mind. "Illusionists never tell the truth the first time. Most people don't." He faced me with those steely gray eyes and I looked at him hard. Could I tell him? He wasn't the type to talk to anyone, really. But he wasn't a friend either. "I hate people who don't tell me the truth." That hurt, somehow.

"Why would I tell you?"

"If you don't, I'll bite you to death." So this boy's curiosity was going to kill me? Great. I've always wanted to die by curiosity. I thought my curiosity would kill me, though. Not someone else'. Definitely not this guy's.

I think I'll pass.

"No you won't," I said, catching sight of someone I recognized faintly. "Ryoko's here." And Ryoko was here. She was standing at the doorway with another woman, smirking. Kyoya cursed under his breath.

"Hey there, Kyo-kun!" That girl was definitely hyperactive. Which balanced out the other woman, who hadn't told me her name before. Actually, she didn't say much. I hear Ryoko ruled Namimori with an iron fist before she quit school and let her little brother reign. She had, like, cola and rum delivered to her every day and started a black market for candy that her brothehr had to, eventually, kill off.

"Uugh. Why're you here?"

"Well… you know, you have a girlfriend now—"

"She is not my girlfriend."

"Whatever you say, little boy. As I was saying…" Ryoko began talking about how she was going to go to a hotel or steal someone's house. Because of me, apparently. I glanced at Kyoya. He looked almost… relieved. I guess he didn't like his sister. What a pity. And here I was, searching for Ren. Well, I guess I'm at fault too; I can't even remember his face. Pity.

"Just. Go."

"Well, see ya! Can't wait for the wedding, little brother!"

She was worse than Bianchi. But I hoped she was right about the clue to Ren. "That was my sister." I could sort of tell, president, I thought.

"Oh yeah, what are you anyways? Like… that big office and stuff?"

"… Head of the Disciplinary Committee." I should've pointed out it'd be weird if he were only a head, but at the time, I was berating myself. How did you not notice that armband? I was officially a moron.

"Oh." Real intelligent, huh? I should take an IQ test sometime. And I won't cheat, promise. "Your house is pretty cool, Kyoya-sempai." It was just odd to call him Skylark-sempai, so Kyoya would have to do. "Where're your parents?"

"Out."

I blinked. He didn't seem too upset. Maybe this was how it always was and it'd become comfortable. I wondered how much he cared for his parents, what he would do for them. Then I thought of my own parents. Memories are meant to be shared. I pushed my thoughts away. I did share them. With Ren. With Nagi. Not really with Mukuro. But I had people. Which was more than I deserved, really. I remembered the house, Purple House. It really was purple after that. Mukuro told her it'd been called the Purple House Incident. People had seen the flames from a mile away.

I wondered where my brother was and suddenly, I was homesick. "I'm going to go out for a walk."

"Hn."

I wondered if he'd let me back in the house. I was afraid of the dark (sometimes), so it'd be inconvenient at best to sleep on the roof. "See ya." I walked outside, locking the door carefully behind me. I went straight to the school. I don't know why I did. It wasn't like there'd be people there. I decided to contact Mukuro. He was always… intriguing to talk to; always his latest plan for world domination or a new vessel for him to take over the mafia and destroy it. Cheery guy, huh? But he was the only sort-of-friend I had contact with.

I began meditating on the roof. Indigo-ish flames catapulted off me, dancing in the night air. I reached for my flute and began to play a sad little melody I made up on a winter day many years ago. I had named it "Dancing Snow". A wind swirled through my hair and snow began to fall. Oopsies. I began to play "Heaven Light" and it was bright again. I played a few more songs and put the flute down.

Rei.

Hey there, Mukuro. What's up? Oh god, bad question.

The sky. The ceiling of Kokuyou. Me, on top of the world. That really made sense.

Is Kokuyou in Japan?

Yes, why?

I might be able to visit. I'm in Namimori, Japan right now.

Namimori, eh? Kufufu. I can send my Chrome over.

You know I hate referring to her as Chrome, Mukuro.

Yes, yes. Kufufu. That close, eh? Oya oya, I really must send my Chrome over.

Thanks. How'd your plan go?

I'm close to Decimo.

Who is Vongola Decimo anyways?

A kid. Sawada Tsunayoshi. Now where had I heard that name before? Maybe I could surprise him… I'm mingling in with his five other guardians. I don't contact him, of course. My Chrome does that for me.

Interesting… do you want me to scout him out or something?

Kufufu. How interesting. Alright then, Rei. Go look for an opportunity. But do not kill him just yet. Sawada Tsunayoshi-kun is mine. I smiled. He sure was possessive. Then I saw Nagi. "Oh my god, you're here so fast!" Her hair was all short, in a pineapple style. But she was Nagi.

"…Rei…"

"N-Nagi!?"

"Chrome now. Rei, you're alive!"

I smiled back at the purple-haired girl. "N-Chrome, what happened? Mukuro told me you were in an accident and lost your organs… did you lose your eye as well?"

"Yes." I didn't know how much Nagi knew; I didn't want her to know what had happened. This way, everything was perfect. And we had a reunion! Whoop! Fist pump! "I lost most of me in the accident…" She seemed so tiny now. She was much more confident back then. Not that she liked attention, ever. But now she was so much more… unsure. Dependent.

"Chrome-chan!?" A brown-haired girl waved at her, along with a small Chinese girl and a orange-haired teen.

"Coming! I have to go, Rei. If we meet again…" I nodded.

"You fit the Kokuyou uniform better, probably. Mukuro would rather see that, right?" I mean, I'd never seen her with a Kokuyou uniform. But Mukuro had and he probably liked it better than these things. That, I believe, is why he wears a Kokuyou uniform.

"Mukuro-sama would probably rather not see me." I frowned and waved.

When I returned, I saw Kyoya ready to leave. I grabbed my flute and made sure the yawara were in my pockets. What the heck was he doing? He couldn't be worried for me, so…. I lodged myself on top of the car with some illusory super glue and lay down to eavesdrop.