The Cat and the Skylark
Chapter Nine
I don't know why, but Kyoya seemed to be either avoiding me, or getting to school just as the bell rang. I hoped he wasn't taking another route... that would be irritating. Why ever would he avoid a guy like me, anyway?
Anyway, I didn't see him until first period again. He walked into the class as I was tying my shoe. "Morning, Kyoya," I greeted. He didn't respond, instead just took his seat, so I decided to pull the kitten eyes on him. I turned and stared at him with my saddest gaze, but he just glared at me, as if offended by my greeting. I reluctantly turned back as the rest of the class entered the classroom, just as the teacher gave an announcement.
"Everyone, we have another transfer student today! Aren't we just the luckiest class ever? Mukuro-kun, please come in!" An odd kid with hair in a rather pineapplistic form, with a green coat, green pants, and a light, blue shirt decided to show. He strode into the class all fancy and turned right on his heel, before bowing so low I could've stepped on his dumb, little head.
"Rokudo Mukuro," he introducted himself, "I'm absolutely pleased to make your acquaintance." He then looked up, right at the prefect sitting beside me, and he said in a smooth voice, "And I'm so delighted to see you again, dear Kyouya." What? He knew... he knew my Kyoya? I was shocked. I'd never heard of this- no... wait... 'I met him when I was being held prisoner by a bastard named Mukuro Rokudo. A man who exploited my weakness and destroyed me. Hibird, come.' THAT Mukuro Rokudo? Could it be?
"Ah, it's so nice that you already have a friend in the class! You too, Kyoya, you just recently transferred! Then, Mukuro-kun, please take the open seat in the back." It might've been my imagination, but I thought I saw fear in Kyoya's eyes as Mukuro stepped forward, walking with a regal gait, and placed his hand on Kyoya's shoulder.
"With pleasure," rolled off of his lips as he slid into his seat. As a group of girls began to speak of this transfer student as they once had me, I realized that there was something wrong about that man. He had to be the one that Kyoya was talking about. He was dangerous. My suspicions became my certainties as Kyoya requested a moment with the teacher. The very moment they had left the classroom, Mukuro stood upright. "Everyone, I'd like you to know a little something about our guest, Kyouya," he said. "He's a disgusting, cruel child whose parents were killed at a young age. And as you can imagine, he's suffered much trauma. He's a repulsive creature. Not to mention his little fetish for metallic weapons. You know he fights with tonfas? Kufufu... kufuahaha! He doesn't JUST fight with them, you know..."
"Hey, back off!" I shouted, standing up. "Kyoya's just a little tsundere. There's nothing about him that is so low. And at least he doesn't have a head shaped like a pineapple." Mukuro glared at me, although he still had that odd, creepy grin on his face, and he held out his hand, instantly, a trident materialized within it. He slashed it at me, and I gasped as a cut was embedded in my cheek. Offended, I Character Changed, and began to dodge. Students leapt from their seats and watched in horror as Mukuro continued to lunge at me with his trident, scraping me in several places due to my trouble with all of the desks. The fight continued for a bit more than a minute when the teacher walked in. I could barely hear her voice telling us to stop, though, because I only thought about one thing.
Defending my friend.
Before I knew it, I had been dragged into the health office, Hibari looking down at me with those angry, hawk eyes of his. "Are you going to tell me what happened?" he asked, clearly frustrated.
"That guy started saying some really rotten things about you," I protested. "I'm sure most of them were made up, but... it was just really wrong. Things about your behavior, your attitude... ... your sexuality, too."
"I spoke only the truth," that kid cut in, "kufufufufu."
"So I stood up for you," I began, "rose my voice at him, and before I knew it, all of this happened. That idiot's stronger than he looks."
"As are you, cat child," returned the pineapple. I glared at him.
"All right," Hibari sighed. "I'll be leaving soon. I'm taking a sick day." I couldn't help but notice Mukuro's grin widen. "So I don't want you two killing each other. That's MY job."
"Yes, Kyouya," that pineapple practically purred.
"Whatever," I muttered. It was then that the principal headed in.
"All right, Kyoya, this better not be another trick," he said. Although confused, I continued to listen.
"It was never a trick. Mukuro's right here," Hibari explained. "He transferred to the school."
"Ugh... Well, Mr. Cavallone is here, and he seems absolutely over the moon to see you. So, come along." I murmured a goodbye to Kyoya as he left with the principal. I almost felt as though my only protection had left.
"Hey, there, mister black-cat child," Mukuro began, leaning in towards me. "Do you know what happened between Hibari Kyouya and myself?"
"No...?" I murmured.
"Well, I was looking for the Mafia boy who Hibari just happened to be affiliated with. I had a list of the strongest people in Namimori, and we were destroying those people one by one," he said. I quivered. My father used to be on that list, but I was sure he had already left Namimori. "Kyouya came looking for me, to avenge his fallen classmates. And so... I destroyed him, as well."
"What do you mean, destroy?" I questioned. Mukuro's grin increased further, and his eyes grew narrow, and mean.
"Kyouya has a severe cherry blossom... allergy," he said, although he sounded like he was hiding something. "And so, around cherry blossoms, he cannot stand. Once I had him on his knees, the plan was already half over. All I needed to do was make him beg." Images of the prefect's ravaged body coarsed through my mind, and I clutched my head, feeling like I had when my stepfather took control of me. "Get it? I broke every last bone of the sorry little bird, and sent him crawling to the hospital on his stomach. And, fufufu... that's not all that happened between us... Do you want to know the grisly details... cat boy? The things he did..."
I heard Kyoya's voice outside at just that moment, and I got myself out of the health office, running up to him. "We need to talk," I said.
"No time," Kyoya snapped.
"No, we need to. Really, that guy is creeping me out-," I said, before noticing some foreigner standing beside Kyoya. "... Wait a second, who's this?"
The foreigner gave me this ridiculous grin. "Hello," he greeted, "I'm a friend of Kyoya's. You can call me the Bucking Horse." I stared at him, kind of disgusted. What kind of title was 'Bucking Horse,' anyway? Well, I certainly wasn't thinking about horses.
"I'm... Ikuto," I finally managed. "Kyoya, what's your relationship with that bastard, Mukuro?"
"You know Mu-," the foreigner started.
"He's my rival," Hibari answered. "Has been for a few years."
"Hm...," I hummed, not entirely believing him. I glared at the pineapple through the health office, but he just grinned and waved at me. "He keeps saying some really, really wrong-"
"Ignore him. He just wants attention," Kyoya answered. He turned to the blonde beside him. "Let's go."
"Kyoya," I began, wanting to tell him it was okay. That I would be beside him, and that Mukuro couldn't do anything to him ever again. But when he looked at me, I chickened out. "No... nevermind," I sighed. "I'll... I'll see you tomorrow..."
"Okay, later," Kyoya said, before walking away. I stared after him, my eyes glistening with the stress. 'Oh, Kyoya,' I thought.
'I think I'm in love with you.'
-End Chapter
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