Outside, there would be an archery competition between the club members in the afternoon. In the practice building, there would be an exhibition from the art and sewing club.
The disciplinary are to be stationed around to make sure everything was kept in order…
I sigh, dropping my head into my open hand as I look over the list again with an exasperated look on my face.
A strand of my long damp hair fell off of my ear, cascading over my left eye and promptly obscuring my view. I lazily blew a heavy breath to allow it to drift away, only for it to sweep right back over.
Damn it.
It just felt so wrong. I was reading through confidential school papers despite my current lack of position in the committee. I should have thrown it in the trash the moment I got home before slumping into the shower with my uniform on.
I just felt so tired and sluggish. My brain felt like mush but I knew better than to think of this as the worst.
Just try having someone like Lal or Hibari as your trainer at three in the morning.
"Hibari…" A curse immediately left my lips, my fingers curling right around the wad of papers in pure frustration.
I couldn't let it get to me this time. How is he any different from all the other boys I've met?
My expression became blank the moment a series of reasons came blurting into my brain like a fountain.
Alright, he was a ton different.
But that's beside the point. I could remember his older self telling me something when I had questioned about my time here in the future, he didn't give me a straight answer but did mention (sort of) that I was still very much close to him.
But how close? It scared me a little when he said it with some secretive smirk on his face but knowing him, it could mean anything really.
I heaved a sigh.
So was Akasaki-sensei long gone from me then?
Well, it wasn't like I had any chance in the first place.
I had to be extremely cautious not to do or say anything that could get him slapped with lawsuit every time I was with him.
Although he does seem to prefer me a lot more than other students I only thought of it as something below a teachers pet. He said he understood my position in the school, how he knew it affected my studies. Yeah, that must be it.
Speaking of Akasaki-sensei… I almost forgot about my upcoming make up tests next week.
I went over some of my notes the other day before and never looked at them again.
I sighed deeply once more and allowed the damp towel to slip off from my head and rest around my neck and shoulders. A part of me wanted to just drop into bed and get the day over and done with, yet another part of me willed myself to get up off the floor and study the night away.
I guess it would be alright seeing as I was now free from the clutches of club activities… and Hibari.
I have no idea where the sudden determination came as I picked myself up off the floor and sauntered over to where I remembered my study desk was.
It was covered in a layer of dust from the lack of attention but that hardly stopped me from pulling my schoolbag to my side and opening up my text book on math.
How troublesome.
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"Kyo-san, were you here all night?" A worried Kusakabe saunters in, stunned to see the dark haired boy slumped and boneless over his own desk.
The curtains were still drawn over, blocking out the morning sunlight and playful chattering of students and mere birds outside the window. The room looked to be a mess too, Kusakabe noticed upon taking in the view of scattered leather bounds all around and over Hibari's desk, along with the way a blanket and his jacket lay haphazardly over the couch.
Hibird had been out of her cage too, whirling around and chirping out her master's name in a continuous melody.
"Kyo-san?" The conscious of the two cautiously stepped over, being careful to shake him as gently as possible only to gain little response as his hand was shrugged away effortlessly.
But with a scoff and little experience from being by Hibari's side all the time, the boy could only let his lips curve into a gentle smile before walking around and carefully hauling up the captain to his feet, slinging his arm fluently around his shoulders.
"Come on, I should probably take you to the nurse." He encouraged if only slightly, Hibari made no response and simply allowed him.
Alright, he decided. When he was conscious and bloodthirsty enough again, his second in command would be getting a great punishment for seeing him so useless and pathetic.
All he could do now though was grit his teeth and bear the heavy weight over his shoulders.
It didn't hurt. Nothing hurt him.
It was just… different, and uncomfortable.
Either that or he really just wasn't used to feeling any of this 'emotion', nothing ever got past his need for battle or something similar. That was as far as he could manage he supposed.
He thought back to yesterday, that girl…
What had she done to him?
Sakurai Ayame… Last year, Hibari saw her as just some plain herbivore. Mixed in with the rest of the crowd, nothing special stood out about her either.
She was average, despite her lack in grades that was probably fine for someone her age.
But she made for it in other things. Battle was one thing; a spar once in awhile was quite satisfying when it came to her. A playful one of sorts, it amused him either way.
Hibari thought back even further now.
Back when he first arrived in that godforsaken future… Some things definitely caught his eye.
It didn't surprise him at all though when he was noted to, in-fact, be some sort of leader for a group within this mafia family he had been hearing about everywhere.
And when he saw a much older Kusakabe and Dino, it didn't surprise him either to learn that they were still within his line of acquaintances and 'allies'.
But this was the future; something was bound to happen right?
And something did…
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"This is your room, Kyo-san." Kusakabe, now taller and a lot older, explained with a slight smile on his face.
He promptly ignored the warm welcome and padded into the traditional styled room which in-fact was his own bedroom.
Complete with a soft futon folded away neatly by the wall along with an extra one beside it, there was a low table coupled with a tidy set of tea and a small cup of sweet smelling incense.
Hibari took a whiff, finding the scent calming and recognized it to be something with a mix of vanilla or something similar, a favorite that was quickly decided.
A pair of dressers had been pushed to another wall near the porch and held a lamp, a mirror and something else glass that shone with the incoming light.
The back porch was left wide open to welcome in the warm and bright sun as it cascaded carelessly into the room in streams of gold.
Hibari tilted his head, it was oddly… perfect.
"Um, Ayame-chan wishes to see you as well after." Kusakabe seems almost hesitant as he says this but with a soft grunt, something he recognized all too well from the captain, the taller male scurried off to leave him, shutting the door quickly behind him.
Once alone, Hibari ventured further. His steel like eyes casted over to the view of a very traditionally styled garden just outside the porch, he let his gaze linger for a moment to admire it before stepping away to ease his curiosity on the golden picture frame that stood out on one of the dressers.
With the glare of the sun in his way, he reached over to take it into his right hand.
Suddenly, he felt his entire body tense with incoming shock. His eyes scanned over the picture with a nervous little tremble in the hand that held it to his level.
There he was, looking much older and dressed in a casual suit, an exasperated look on his face as he refused to face the camera it seemed.
Beside him there is a female and Hibari can barely take another breath when he realizes who exactly it looks like.
She was leaning over his side while keeping an arm curled right around his arm, her free one extended out looking like she had been the cause of this photo while her lips were planted right onto his cheek in playful kiss.
His breath steadily became even once he blinked away the shock before he shakily extends his arm back out to place the photo back in place, but he stops to see something square and white lying right where he had picked up the object.
Hibari hesitates for a moment, assuming his older self had truly meant for him to find this. He had his reasons for being wary.
What Hibari couldn't figure out though, was why this way?
He didn't want to find out that ten years later into the future, the girl who was just as close to those stupid herbivores back in the other side of the base was going to be on his arm and… kissing him.
A certain heat was forming on his cheeks but he shoved the feeling away but gingerly placed the framed photo aside and snatching the note as if it would get away from his grasp if he dawdled any longer.
Another wave of surprise and confusion crossed him though when he read its contents, it was short, neat and easy enough to understand, but what did it have to do with him?
Regrets are for weak herbivores. Obtaining any will only slow you down
But remember that your strength will never falter as long as you survive and keep what's important about close to you.
Important? Hibari tilted his head and presumed to examine the note once more, turning it over he found the back blank and settled for trailing his eyes back to where the rather startling unsettling photo stood.
The first thing he ever thought was his hometown, but as soon as he saw the light glint off from the glass covering, the tension increased in his shoulders. The next thing he knew, he was sitting at the roof of his beloved school once again.
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"Shamal-sensei!" The dark haired boy jolted slightly at the call, a soft grunt of disapproval following after when he found his precious sleep to be disturbed.
Something was different, he glanced around. This was not the school's roof; Hibari could barely recognize the room he was held captive in if not for the bland white of the walls and the strong stench of something he could describe as chemicals giving it away.
He sat up, finding himself momentarily dazed that he had to catch his head in one palm before trying again and noticing the door to the exit of this room to be ajar.
To his left there is a curtain, half drawn and exposing himself to a surprisingly empty room.
There is another bed to where he can see to his right and beyond that is a office desk, white like ninety-percent of all the other things in this room.
"Haven't you had enough, Ayame-chan?" He can hear a voice filtering in through the door, but that's not what makes his head turn and something flare in his eyes it's almost counted as dangerous.
Great, it's only been a few minutes and already there's a challenge.
"Hm…" Hibari has to strain his ears to make sense of the rest but everything else is muffled as the distance from them seems too great and he can only make our parts of their conversation.
"You… After school?" There's a pause right after the man outside his room speaks.
Hibari's eyes widen a fraction when a loud thump is heard the next moment followed by a pained groan.
"Aw, it's okay Ayame-chan! No need to hide your feelings, I'm always available if you need to practice until your first kiss!"
The prefect can barely hold in the growl in his throat but with that perverts mention of a kiss, he suddenly found himself glaring hard down at his legs. His dark eyes narrowed as his hands were formed into tight fists.
There was no way Hibari Kyoya, the fiery demon with a heart made of cold steel, would feel defeated. He refused. A simple matter of the heart was never a problem to him. There were times when naïve herbivore approached him and his territory, claiming they had were madly in-love with this stranger he knew himself to be to them.
Damn it. It was all her fault. And now, she was going to pay.
"Oh, I see you're awake!" Came the boisterous voice of someone Hibari immediately shifted his glare too.
The man's smirk only seemed to grow but with the sudden passion for Hibari's new ambition involving his beloved tonfa's, the man had been forced back a step or two.
"Ehehe. Well did you have a nice rest? That student with the fascinating hair style said not to let you go until this afternoon and a good meal." He explains casually leaning on the doorframe with a grin. "That young bambina was here too if you didn't notice."
Shamal chuckled at the way the prefect made a visible snarl and thought aloud with a tilt of his head while pressing a finger to his lips.
"Now I wonder what brought that cute student into demanding so much caffeine pills for just one day."
Hibari tensed and the dark look on his face dropped if only slightly. So this was why she had been here?
"Would you like to know too?" Shamal smiles again, and Hibari can only curse at the perverted doctor with a hiss.
Admitting soft affection would be one thing, but to feel defeated into wanting only the slightest of information was enough to have his heart rusting.
"I will bit you to death if you don't-"
"Come now, with that attitude, Aya-chan would never go out with you." And the doctor gives a final wink before sauntering off, leaving Hibari with nothing. Nothing at all. And that was what probably pissed him off the most.
Hibari Kyoya always got what he wanted and he'd be damned if this annoying doctor got away with only a smirk and some lecherous wink.
As quick as a spring, Hibari got to his feet only to lurch forward into convulsion. He quickly shot out a hand to grab hold of the mattress but was unable to support himself and he fell to his knees.
His brain throbbed terribly and the back of his head ached.
Somewhere between nursing his dizzying state and lifting his head up, he managed another glare as the same man came back once again. He could barely make out his slightly darker features and the soft frown on the older man's face as he looked over his shoulder.
"Do you remember the first time we met, Hibari-chan?"
The prefect growled darkly in response.
"Yeah, me too. Well, like I said. I can't let you go until you've been fully fed and had had enough rest, you never know, you could collapse." He chuckled to himself.
"You-"
"I'll have someone bring your meal in later."
And the door slid shut, immediately boxing in the pitiful silence as Hibari continued to clutch at the sheets with a new vigor in his veins.
Ayame Sakurai, is going to pay.