Shiro yawned tiredly as he walked down the street with his unkempt white hair in a mess. His lazy amber eyes looked boredly in front of him, trying to wake up from his haze. The scenery however snapped Shiro out of his boredom, making him stare up at the sakura trees. It was beautiful in his opinion as he gently placed his palm out, letting a lone petal to fall gently into his hand. He smiled as he continued his way to primary school, not excited for his new year as a second grader. It was spring after all, the normal time Japanese kids went back to school.
When he thought about school that was far from over, he felt like killing someone. Who wouldn't feel like crap when they were just about to graduate, then die, and start his life all over again? He hated it. His sighs turned into a grin, he however, got to admit that his life got a whole lot interesting being reborn. Minus the fact that Emi was gone, that was a real devastating blow.
Yawning once more, he turned to the left as he made his way to the gates of primary school. Wiping his blurry eyes, he scrutinized the building while walking through the gates. As he walked, he spotted tiredly a mop of gravity-defying hair that shifted nervously in his view. Shiro, who didn't care a fuck, walked past the mop of brown hair.
"A-ah. G-good morning S-shiro-kun…" A small voice stuttered out.
Shiro's eyes were closed as he waved an uncaring hand over his shoulder, only to freeze. There was only one voice that could possibly sound like that. He turned around to see Tsuna, shuffling around with his feet looking down with his doe-like eyes glancing around nervously. Shiro mentally slapped himself. Hard. He stared at the child that seemed to radiate living sparkles in disbelief. How could he forget something so important?
He deadpanned to himself as he came to a conclusion, 'I blame everything on Kyoya. Yes, from now on, if anything happens, it's all his fault.' With that reassurance, Shiro turned around giving a smile to the younger boy.
"Ah~ Mornin' Tsunayoshi." Shiro said cheerfully, coping his mother's bright smiles.
Tsuna seemed to beam at the reply, but was quick to pout adorably, "P-please just call me Tsuna…Shiro-kun…"
The older student simply smiled adoringly, reaching out to ruffle Tsuna's soft brown hair. While Shiro enjoyed the moment, he soon narrowed his eyes at the feel of danger. He dodged to the right, holding Tsuna close to his arms while doing so. Tsuna looked onwards in daze, trying to comprehend what just happened. His doe brown eyes soon looked towards the raven-haired boy that raised his tonfas. Tsuna shrieked as he backed away from Shiro's arms, pointing shakily at the future prefect. Shiro on the other hand only sighed exasperated at the attacker, ignoring the panicking Tsuna.
"Geez, Kyoya, couldn't you at least be nice to me in the first day of school? Stop being a jackass for once and say good morning like a normal person." Shiro said with a shrug of his shoulders.
At his reply, Hibari or Kyoya for Shiro, twitched in anger while glaring at the other, "Omnivore, I dare you to say that name one more time before I bite you to death."
Shiro could only smile teasingly back, sticking his tongue, "I'll like to see you try and make me!~"
Tsuna looked confused between the two, wondering if they knew each other while sweating nervously. Kyoya growled, bringing his tonfas up and lunged forwards. Shiro, who already knew the outcomes, tensed his body as he lowered his back slightly in a ready for combat mood. The time when Shiro was 'forced' to become friends with Kyoya in summer, they've been constantly fighting.
Sure, Kyoya acknowledged his existence, and surprisingly cares if he's around or not. But they've never actually had one peaceful moment together…Okay, fine, they did have that really rare time together where they didn't fight. It was the time when they we're playing in the garden, but it didn't count since Kyoya was asleep the entire time.
The future boss screamed as he stared at the two kids. Fighting. One with weapons, the other none. To their death. He was exaggerating about the death part, but he still looked at the fight in both fear and awe. However, in the middle of the 'spar', they we're both put to a stop when Ryohei stood in front of them with his usual shit grinning face who beamed at the two fighters.
"GOOD MORNING TO THE EXTREME, HIBARI, FUBUKI!" The boxer shouted pumping his fist up excitedly.
Kyoya scowled, as he looked annoyed at the annoying herbivore before him. Shiro could only look at the extreme sun flame user blankly before he said his own greeting.
"Good morning to you too, Sasagawa-senpai…" Shiro said before turning around to flee from the place.
Only to be dragged back from behind by Ryohei, "Please extremely spar with me!" He shouted…again…for the 546th time.
He counted, that's how dedicated Shiro was in avoiding fights with Ryohei. It's not that Shiro disliked him; it was just that he never felt like fighting the oldest guardian. Shiro did consider Ryohei as a friend, secretly even an older brother, and would occasionally hang out with the boxer. But now, he was grumbling to himself while crossing his arms, standing in front of Ryohei. It was at that moment he thought of a perfect plan to get out of this, even though it might cost him his life.
"Kyoya wouldn't mind having a spar with you. I think he'll have fun if you do so actually!~" Shiro said, pulling his bright smiling façade.
Kyoya, who was still scowling and was about to leave, turned around to glare at Shiro. Luckily, Ryohei came rushing to his fellow classmate and declared his passion for sparring with Kyoya, effectively distracting him. Being the coldhearted guardian he was, Kyoya answered the declaration by beating the boxer senseless. Shiro and Tsuna watched the scene, both showing their own sets of reaction. Shiro was smiling while Tsuna gaped in obvious horror.
"Ah? Shiro-chan?" Yamamoto asked, popping up from behind with a carefree smile.
It was Shiro's turn to sigh while turning a playful glare at the other, "Yamamoto…please stop calling me that." He said.
The baseball player grinned as he tossed his arms around Shiro and Tsuna, making the younger to yelp as he tried to regain his balance.
"Haha, stop calling you what, Shiro-chan?" Yamamoto then turned towards Tsuna, "I'm Yamamoto Takeshi, and you are?"
While in the background, Shiro gave Yamamoto a dark aura that was oblivious to the rain guardian, who continued to look straight at Tsuna. The future Decimo stammered as he shuffled around slightly, a habit Shiro observed.
"I-I-I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi…" He said nervously.
Before Yamamoto could say anything, Ryohei came out of nowhere and collided painfully into the grinning fool. They flew to the ground a meter away behind him as Tsuna screamed, falling onto the floor while looking shakily at the panting Kyoya. Shiro could only deadpan as he stared once at the groaning boys behind them before turning towards Kyoya.
"Kyoya, was that really necessary?" Shiro asked, staring at Kyoya who only returned daggers.
The dangerous child could only advance with a dark atmosphere surrounding him, drawing his weapon towards the group. The kids paled as they stared at the leering Kyoya that was laterally radiating death everywhere. Shiro actually paled this time, turning towards Tsuna who was frozen in fear.
"Shit…" Shiro whispered, "My condolence if we die early in our youth."
At this, Tsuna shrieked loudly as the whole playground was erupted into pitiful screams and died their horrible deaths. Joking. They had survivors.
Reaching home, Shiro continued to rub his arms hurtfully where the tonfa hit him, giving a huge bruise. The good thing was, everyone came back alive unexpectedly, though some are still currently missing. Shiro was only glad he made it, but the massive pain on his arm made him curse. Damn Kyoya, why the hell does he bring weapons to school in the first place?
Shiro halted his steps, looking thoughtfully to the sky at the mention of weapons. Now that he thought about it, almost everyone in the future had weapons to fight with. Gloves, bombs, katana, and there even was a weapon of a fork? Though he didn't remember where that came from, only that he laughed insanely when he first watched the show.
His face paled, that meant...crap, which means that he needed to learn how to use one as well. Shiro groaned as he palmed his face in frustration, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Why does this need to be so difficult…?" Shiro muttered to himself.
He sighed, opening the door to his house without calling out as he walked towards the kitchen. He soon found himself facing his parents, both blinking at him curiously. Shiro shuffled his feet nervously as he glanced away, contemplating how to ask them.
"Mom, dad, I know I'm asking to much, but…can I get a weapon that can possible kill someone?" Shiro asked bluntly, giving up the term of playing it safe.
Silence greeted him as he looked up, only to be smothered into his mother's chest. The raven-haired woman squealed happily as she cuddled him tightly.
"My son is growing up to be a man!~" She said.
Shiro muffled into her breast, trying in vain to pull away breathlessly. Ryuu sat up from his seat, walking next to him before ruffling his younger son's white hair, looking concerned.
"You sure?" The father asked, doubtful brown eyes staring into amber ones.
Shiro nodded at him before looking blankly at his father's doubtful expression.
"Dad, do you want me to be kidnapped by a pervert and die in the hands of one?"
At that question his father looked horrified as a lightning bolt struck behind him. The man was speechless for a moment before he grabbed frantically at Shiro's shoulder, face scrunched in absolute protectiveness and fear for his sons future.
"Don't worry Shiro-chan, I have lots of money to spare." The father stated as he dragged his son out the door.
So here they are, at a weapon's shop. Till now Shiro never knew the town had this kind of shop, and his dad knowing just made him confused even more. Maybe even worried, since his dad knew a place where only a Hibari would ever go. However, he soon marveled at the weapons that were hanged neatly on the wall. There were many individual weapons from swords to explosives to guns. Each had their own functions and unique technique, and even their own personalities in a way.
While Shiro walked down the hall of weapons his father was by the counter talking to the shop owner. The owner had black hair, slowly graying at the sides as brown eyes behind squared glasses twinkled amusedly. The older Fubuki, on the other hand only chuckled at something he said as the two men conversed. His dad did say that he could pick anything, it didn't seem like his dad had a specific weapon in mind for him.
Shiro grabbed one of the switchblades as he tried one out, but he quickly placed it back as it didn't feel quite right. He turned to the left, staring at the ally, before quickly walking away from the section. His nervous laughter could be heard as he completely walked away from the tonfas that brought unpleasant memories to resurface. Shiro glanced at the spears as he tried to spin one, but he quickly shot down the weapon as he remembered another person with a similar weapon. A certain manipulating, pineapple-haired man. He tried the other weapons out soon after, but sighed as he didn't find the right one that he wants to call his own.
He was about to go to his dad when something in the corner of the room caught his eyes. Shiro shifted his head towards the object as he walked towards it. It was short but wide with a triangular shape. The handle was parallel bars that were the color of dark blue. The patterns across the blade, or dagger, were swirling with blue details on the blades surface. But it wasn't only a singular weapon, but a pair. Shiro picked it up gently testing the handles while he placed both of his hands on the handle. He raised the weapons that's name he still needs to find out, and gave it a trust forwards. Shiro's eyes sparkled at the smooth movements that he made. As he was occupied with the weapons in his hand, he jumped slightly at the shop owner's voice.
"It seems like you've gotten an interest on the Katar." The middle aged man said as he crouched next to him.
Shiro blinked at the man before dropping his weapon lower by his former fright. The man smiled down at Shiro as he chuckled, but the boy could only tilt his head as he raised his weapon once more.
"A Katar...?" He asked cutely while tilting his head.
The man nodded as he grabbed one of the Katar and held it gently. Tilting it side to side to give a better view on the surface and edge.
"A weapon from the southern part of Asia, India. Used for agility and ability to strike quickly, since it doesn't have much defensive capability. This weapon is known to be quite capable with acrobatics, being a weapon that moves with the fist. Boxing is a technique that's the easiest to use these weapons with, and at the same time, not. You've chosen a wonderful weapon, my boy. Your actually the first to ever lay eyes on it." The man said.
Shiro took everything in as he glanced down at the Katar's gleaming surface. He wanted this really badly. His amber eyes sparkled as he looks up at the man, clutching the weapon close to his chest in a hugging motion. The owner laughed, as he stood up straighter with a pleasant grin on his face.
"Tell you what, I'll give you a fifty percent off." Shiro's face brightened as he smiled at the man happily.
"Thank you sir!"
As Shiro brought his weapon to show his father, Ryuu looked slightly surprised by the choice. Inspecting the blade with hawk like brown eyes, taking in the shape, size, and blades.
"A Katar..." Ryuu mumbled as he brought the weapon up to see closer.
Shiro blinked in surprise as he stared at his father, "You know what it is dad?" he asked.
The man could only stare before he smiled, "It's a beautiful weapon, Shiro-chan, and lets pay for it right now!"
Shiro stared unsurely at his dad, before he followed his dad to pay for it. While they did so, Shiro was on his tippy-toes, holding onto the glass counter to see his weapon safely deposited inside a rectangular box. Wrapped with cardboard and tied with a brown string. The owner pushed his glasses as he smiled down at Shiro who gratefully reached out for it.
"Thank you, sir!" Shiro called out happily, grabbing the box with utmost care.
"Your welcome." The owner replied, only to remember something, "I never got your name, did I?"
The middle-aged man grinned, "Well then, my name is Masamune Genjirou. A pleasure to meet you."
Shiro smiled brightly, "I'm Fubuki Shiro! It's great to know you!"
"The feeling is mutual, Fubuki." Masamune said kindly, giving a nod at Ryuu.
It wasn't long before the two Fubuki's exited the shop with the youngest waving goodbye enthusiastic at Masamune, who waved back. Shiro never got to know what his father thought about his choice of weapon. But he didn't seem to dwell on it as he stared at the box with his new Katar's. Shiro grinned, he couldn't wait.
EDITED, YAS!
