Hi!
This is one of the longer chapters. Because there's so many blanks in Hibari's portfolio. And wow, was this hard to write. Okay, it was not exactly challenging, but I'd run out of ideas for their pasts.
Umm, it would be a little late now, but I would never claim to own Katekyo Hitman Reborn and steal Amano-san's rights.
Enjoy!
Hibari sat up abruptly, eyebrows twitching. He settled two left fingers on his temple.
Settled wouldn't really be the most appropriate word, he all but ground his fingers into his forehead.
Getting up from his futon, he dressed, shirt sharply ironed, jacket hanging off his shoulders, suit immaculate.
As he picked up his cup of tea, he heard a light chirping sound, and held out his other hand for the yellow canary to land.
"Hibari! Hibari!" It chirped.
He sifted through his mail. Not much, mind you, for few knew his address and even less dared to mail him.
Most of it was related to his work in the disciplinary committee, but in between two envelopes tumbled out one brightly-patterned postcard. It had an illustration of birds in a nest on it.
"Blessings to your family in the new year." It read.
Hibari twitched, and ripped the postcard into unrecognizable shreds.
He knew who it was from, but it bugged him that he was never able to trace it.
It was from the man who murdered his family.
[Flashback]
Four-year-old Kyouya shivered.
From across his room in the traditional-style house, his father and an unknown brown-haired man were speaking. Whatever it was that they were discussing, the conversation became more heated by the second.
Hibari's father was a man of great dignity, respected by all in his community. He was the founder of a certain school in Namimori. He had few words for anyone, so if he had talked to this man for hours, it would be an indication of how important he was to his father.
For some reason that Kyouya could not summon to his memory, he had promptly refused his father's invitation to follow him to the school on one day.
Instead, he ran far, far away until his legs grew tired and he collapsed.
It must have had something to do with his mother; Kyouya dearly loved his mother. He tried his best to uphold his father's pride, because his mother smiled at him assuringly every time he did so. She combed his hair back on his birthday, so it wouldn't look like his dad's, roughly sticking up in points (like Adult Hibari).
He kept it that way.
His world crumbled the day he returned, legs muddy and scratched, clothes soaked from the heavy rain that day (clue), to the school. He found a horrible scene in the reception room.
His mother, with countless fang/claw marks on her body, breathing ceased and usually lively steel-grey pupils dilated, and his father with-oh god, it was better not to mention it. His jaws looked like they'd been forcefully ripped apart, body horribly mangled.
An innocuous-looking glass bottle lay on the table, filled with a clear-coloured liquid. There was a note stuck to it. And when Kyouya could tear his gaze away from them, he read it.
"Drink this if you want the illusion to fade away."
He reached for the bottle, when a yellow whiz flew into the window and knocked down the bottle.
It crashed to the floor, contents spilled and hissing. Poison.
"Hibari, Hibari." it chirped.
It settled on his hand and he unconsciously snuggled it into his chest. He wasn't sure when, but a crowd had gathered, murmuring, none daring to outstretch a hand to the disorientated boy.
He couldn't think, surrounded by the dense layers of mutterings all around him. He wanted them to go away. It was too noisy. He can't think straight. Stop crowding around him!
And when his shaking gaze landed once again on the gruesome bodies of his parents as white-dressed people began to pick up the corpses, his mind reached out to an unknown thought.
He will bite the murderer to death.
Hibari returned to the school which was renamed. Namimori school would always have a place in his heart.
To grant himself peace of mind, he came back after he had prematurely graduated from pre-university (Hibari was unbelievably smart) and forced his way into the disciplinary committee. They required a little, um, persuasion.
And before he knew it, it was all under his thumb. He would use its power to ward off any crowding in the school. And no one else would have the renovated reception room.
The tonfas came as a natural.
Hibari was a really neat person, and disliked brawling with his fists because it got his hands dirty.
"Degenerates…you're crowding on school grounds after school hours." He growled at the mass of students who were having a -dare he say such an audacious word- gathering in the gym. They were having drinks and making way too much noise, their rambunctious laughter was heard by Hibari from a while away.
He grabbed the pair of steel weapons, which for some reason was left abandoned there, and gave the ruffians a sound beating.
But…
Though Hibari loved the quiet, days just went by with him not being able to hone his skills enough.
He was searching for someone he could hold in high regard like the brown-haired man was to his dad.
Someone who could be company without feeling like a rowdy crowd.
Someone who was strong, in more than one sense of the word.
ERROR. ERROR. 333333.333333333.
Hour cap not exceeding ninety-nine. Previous relevance to "3:00:00" unidentifiable.
Time set for Meltdown: ?3:21:00
OVERHEAT.
Can you guess who the murderer is?
Okay, really giddy now. Hibari the slightly agoraphobic prefect. Wao.
Oh yeah, the numbers in the last paragraph is a huge clue. I'll tell you either the next chapter or two chapters from now.
Next chapter is when it all starts!
See you then.
Bye!