"Destiny is real. And she's not mild-mannered. She will come around and hit you in the face and knock you over and before you know what hit you, you're naked- stripped of everything you thought you knew and everything you thought you didn't know- and there you are! A bloody nose, bruises all over you, and naked. And it's the most beautiful thing."
― C. JoyBell C.
Hibari, though he enjoyed their little game, was a very impatient man.
The little shikā's stubbornness was refreshing, yes. But it only made him want to know more and more with every tidbit he squeezed out of her- about this magic and the society it brought with it.
It was funny, really- the way that she thought that she could out maneuver him in their game of words. Tonfas and Boxes may be his weapons of choice but that doesn't mean that his tongue is any duller than an assassin's knife. Harry had nothing on the politicians and mafiosos that Hibari has outsmarted before he ever learned the steps of the mind's dance known as politics.
What he found was like something out of an awful fantasy novel- uncreative in its world-building choices, though Hibari supposed that the cliches had to come from somewhere.
A sarcastic comment about witches and brooms unveiled the existence of a sport played on the cliched things. A discussion of dark dungeons- how they got to that topic was anyone's guess- revealed that potions were brewed in cauldrons and a casual conversation about the clothes he was wearing let him know that robes took the place of suits and ties. Her reaction to a quip- what will you do now, shikā, point your wand at me and say chant your silly words?- told him that magic wands were indeed a thing and not a mere magician's tool.
However, she was not too bad, for a beginner at least. Hibari still knew nothing of the societal structure these wizards and witches employed, nor of their influence on common society, which is exactly what he wanted to know most.
Where were they centered? Could they control people? And more importantly- how will he fight them?
These questions burned through his mind and he couldn't ignore them any longer. He had to get the upper hand, even more so than he already did, and get these answers from the girl as soon as possible.
Which of course, brought him to his current situation.
"Vernon Dursley."
If his shikā was going to continue to play coy with him, then it was only natural for Hibari to take what he could from the next available source of information.
The swine in question was already breaking into a cold sweat- his disgusting face turning red from the fear rushing through his veins.
Such a pathetic herbivore.
He really wasn't worth even a second of Hibari's time. It was just too bad that he had information that Hibari desired and that Hibari really couldn't bite him to death just yet.
"Y-you, you aren't supposed to be here," the swine managed. That was true- they were at the Grunnings building just after hours. Hibari just didn't care.
"You are in no place to be telling me where I am and where I am not supposed to be, swine," Hibari drawled dismissively.
The words seemed to ignite some sort of anger within the herbivore. How stupid- as if he could do anything to Hibari. "Swine?!" the obese herbivore thundered in what was akin to a pig's squeal to Hibari. Just significantly more irritating. "Just who do you think-"
"I know exactly who you are," Hibari interrupted, "-and I could not care less."
"You're a guest of the Brunnegem! Cornering a member as important as myself! Disrespectful Italian wre-"
It was as if his intelligence exponentially decreased with every word.
But then again, that statement implied that the swine had any brain cells to begin with, which he didn't, so that was probably inaccurate.
"Japanese," he corrected. He did not feel the need to be associated with Italians anymore than he already was. "Recall, herbivore, who you are and who I am."
The walking fat took a step forward in what he probably assumed to be an intimidating manner, but really Hibari found the action to be rather boorish and laughable. As if imitating a sumo's steps could possibly scare Hibari Kyoya of all people.
The swine opened his mouth, likely to spout more prideful rubbish that Hibari had no patience for, but Hibari swiftly continued before his poor ears could be subjected to anymore of it. "I may be a 'guest', but do not forget how simple it is to break your neck with only one finger. How easily I can throw you down so that your own fat breaks your spine. How it will only take me one moment to kamikurosu."
His favorite threat was intoned in Japanese for a simple reason- all things had a fear of the unknown, herbivores especially. Promising the man death in words that he could never hope to understand was a very efficient way to ensure that he finally shuts that oversized mouth of his and answers Hibari's questions.
Dursley blanched. "You wouldn't-"
"Wouldn't I?" Hibari cut off smoothly. "I doubt that your weak famiglia would start a conflict with me over someone as insignificant as you."
Hibari's words seemed to get through to the thick swine, finally. He gulped, his lip quivering in fear as the truth of the situation dawned over his anger once again. "W-what do you want?"
"Information. You will answer my every question."
The swine nodded.
A bloodthirsty smirk graced Hibari's lips and the herbivore nearly fainted in fear of the true carnivore he stood before.
"So, shikā, tell me about this Hogwarts of yours," Hibari purrs, the very image of a satisfied predator who has finally cornered his prey.
It is now Harry's turn to blanche.
(A cackle could be heard behind the counter as the most expensive tea on the menu finds its way to the delightful money cows- lovers. Lovers, duh.)
A/N
I'm sure you guys have figured this out by now, but the more reviews I get the faster the updates come. Seriously, you people make my day.
Also, here's a heads up.
THE SECOND COUPLE OF THIS FIC IS BEING INTRODUCED SOON, REJOICE!
I'm actually kind of curious to see if anyone'll guess who it is.
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