CHAPTER 7
FREAKY FRIDAY
Throw an evil glance there. Direct another there. And we're done; everybody is looking the other way with "I'm in mental shock" printed on their forehead. That seemed to be the case as a certain Japanese school prefect made his way through the hospital crowd. The "crowd" were either flattening themselves against the walls, wishing futilely that they were part of the white wall, rendering them invisible or cowering under the benches, now wishing they were made of wood instead of a body that can shed blood when hit by some random pair of gleaming steel tonfas.
He was currently in the Vongola Hospital for Dying and Dead Mafia (No really, the ghastly name was printed in neat and bold gold letters on the building's facade.) and looking for some pathetic herbivores for their due detention. He took a sharp right; nearly knocking down a nurse in the process, then a left, then a right again, straight along a corridor and another right and finally lost his patience. He kicked down a wall or two, brought out his deadly tonfas and kicked down a couple of doors of its' hinges.
There, he thought with unexpressed satisfaction as he saw a head of brunette hair bobbing up and down just to see past a high window to have a glimpse of whatever was inside. The window was too high for her that she gave up and sat on a nearby bench; looking very forlorn indeed. But, heck, did he ever care?
He made a beeline for the herbivore with his tonfas out. He doesn't have a milligram of stupid thing called "care" when it comes to herbivores that disrupt the peace of his beloved Namimori. Even the baby could not keep him from giving these herbivores the "justice" that they were due. No babbling thing called explaining can explain to him what he doesn't want to hear. For this guardian, by being a man-uh, boy- and wearing a dress at the same time, the herbivore undoubtedly and deliciously broke his number one rule: hidden identities are forbidden.
"The" herbivore made a pathetic sound as he neared her.
"Argh! Uh...hibari-san you're...uh, here. Why...? Oh, you're...tonfas are...pretty (Although it was the last thing on her "Things that are pretty" list, she had to say it.). Ah...aha...hahaha." The said herbivore was sweating heavily that anyone would wonder if her dress was water absorbent. But he was not "anyone"'.
"Hn," raise the tonfas; a shriek was heard- perfect.
"Detention." And the herbivore paled as in really paled- nearly paper-like.
"Ah...I was thinking if we could postpone it? Because Gokudera-kun is inside the emergency room and if you give us detention right now, he might not make it out. I swear I won't run away. You know my address anyway." The herbivore was babbling.
No one was listening. It was because the supposed to be listener was busying himself in staring and staring hard, contemplating.
Was that the herbivore's perfume? Why is it mixed with blood? There was something about her scent that attracted him like a magnet. He knew that something in his world has changed and what a drastic change it was too. Things are going to get interesting, he thought with a smirk. Tsunahime's sweat dropped.
Why is the herbivore wearing a dress? How come the herbivore has longer hair than before? She looks like a rabbit. Why is the herbivore's voice higher than normal? How did the herbivore alter his male herbivore's appearance into that of a female herbivore? How thin can the herbivore's waist get? What are those things on the herbivore's chest?
Tsunahime suddenly felt self- conscious and hugged herself absent-mindedly.
"Cold, herbivore?" A black jacket was wrapped around her within a blink of Mukuro's red eye. Hibari Kyoya sat himself on the bench and...they were only less than a foot apart. She could feel his low body temperature emanate from him to her.
"Not enough?" He moved closer.
Tsunahime's face was blood- drained. Hibari Kyoya, the ever oblivious, isolated and ruthless cloud guardian asked her if she was cold, offered her his priceless jacket, sat beside her- a crowd. And offered her... offered her...warmth?
Wow, it's so comfy in here, thought with a warm smile.
Nobody would have ever thought that the prefect would be this kind to her. It was like a miracle- one that happens only once in the Earth's lifetime. She banished the feeling of melancholy from her entire being. Someone was with her now; by her side, worrying (That was her part alone.) for her storm guardian. She decided that she would thank him in a simple way, her way- a smile or a glance.
Her intuition told her he was not the touchy-feely-sweetly-talky type and he would disapprove if she disrupted the silence. So she decided she would just give him a glance.
She contracted and extended every able muscle on her body to manoeuvre it and allow her to take a silent, stealthy and of course, non-obvious grateful glance at her guardian. Or so she thought.
A pair of steel-gray eyes was all ready staring hard at her.
"Next Friday then. In the reception room."
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