Well cough. Three months I see it has been.

Apologies.

I kinda lost motivation for a while, there were exams, then assignments, then shit happened. And yeah whoops.

So here.

There are issues with some of the tenses. Too many to change, so...hope you don't notice?

And to the person who was screwed to think of a ship name. Thanks for liking it enough to even bother. And I don't mind what it is. I think awesomeo likes the Kya in Kyaze though.

Chapter 10 - You're Rude

"…Hey, Dad. Long time no see."

I stared awkwardly up at the man who I hadn't seen for more than half my life. Sure he kept in contact...kind of… I mean, I'd get a phone call every now and then which only ever lasted half an hour at most, although apparently the court did say that he was allowed an hour or two, but I never had much to say and Mum in the background glaring at me was certainly off putting. Sometimes I wished Dad could have taken me with him back to Germany where he worked in the upper ranks of the military…but no point mulling over the past.

And just for the record, no, I do not have daddy issues. Sure, it was complex, but so long as I didn't give a fuck, it wasn't an issue. Not really, anyways. I honestly do not give a damn if he never paid me a visit for the rest of my life. Hell, phone calls were fine by me, man, at least I know they'll end sooner or later and we don't actually see face to face.

If you ask me, those phone calls were slightly pointless; there were actually times on the phone where the conversation would be so one-sided, to the point where I could put the phone down, go get a cup of water, come back, and he still would be rambling on about something or other.

Seriously, my parents are so self-centred, I hope I hadn't inherited their both just seem to love the sound of their own voices.

Dad came over and sat on the swing beside me, out of the corner of my eye I saw a couple of little kids glaring at us. First come first serve, brats. And so the two of us sat there, on a swing set, in Namimori's local park, in the middle of the day, in awkward silence. For quite a while I might add, but no way was I breaking it first, I mean seriously, the guy's been away for ten years and left me with a paranoid overprotective mother of whom aforementioned obsessive tendencies may or may not have been his fault. And I was curious to see how long he could keep his mouth shut for.

Apparently not that long. I realised I had a watch and checked it to see only a minute had passed.

"So how have you been Kaze? You've grown into a fine young woman." He turned to look at me and I tried not to cringe at what he'd said.

"Um, yeah not too bad, you?"

"Mm, I'm doing okay too. Not much field work these days; I've been travelling a bit and I happened to have business in Japan, so I thought I'd visit you while I was here."

There were so many things wrong with that sentence I decided to completely change the topic of conversation, "So how did you know I was here in this park, Dad?"

"Hm? I didn't. I was walking around reminiscing and suddenly saw you."

Oh, so you weren't even planning to go visit me straight away, huh? This was just getting better and better.

"Oh I almost forgot, here."

Dad started to pull something out of his briefcase. "I hear you're involved in some pretty rough fights these days, hm? Since I'm not around enough to deter you from such activities, I thought I'd give you some protection instead, so here. Think of it as an early birthday present. "

I stared at what he was offering me. At first all I saw was just a pile of metal. "Uh…Gee thanks…?"

"Yes, isn't it great? It's made of titanium, I got it on one of my trips to Russia."

After shaking the pile of…shiny stuff…around, I realised it was…a pile of chains. And a pair of knuckle dusters. Well doesn't my dad know how to spoil a girl. "They're cool," I hesitated, "but how does this even work?"

"I've got someone to help you with that,," Dad continued as he checked his watch. "I forgot to ask, how are you spending the money I gave you?"

I stared at the man as my slow brain tried to process what was happening. Things were going a bit too fast for my liking; I was still stuck on the part where he gave me chains as a birthday present. "Uh…what money…?

"Oh that's right, your mother never accepted my money for you so I put it into a Swiss bank account. Isn't that great?"

Now this I snapped out of my daze for. "…Wai- Whaaaaa? How the heck am I meant to get the money out of a freaking Swiss bank account, Dad?!"

"I'm not sure really. But good thing I brought some hard cash for you." He then proceeded to open the briefcase like a drug dealer. There was a shitload of cash in it. And a shitload of other random shit that I really was not fucking screwed to analyse because what the fuck was he doing?! People in the park were ogling at us, goddamn.

"DAD, WHA-?"

"Oh, time for me to go now. Good talking to you, baby girl."

All of a sudden he headed off to the street and hailed a cab. Before stepping in the car, he turned to me and said, "I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer. But you know how your mum would react if she knew I talked to you. I've got a submarine to catch now, bye."

And then he was gone. I was left to just stand there thinking, da faq?!

Seagulls squawked.

I glared at the burning light being reflected off the water.

"You know, Yumi, when you said you worked at the docks, I really wasn't expecting this," I said as I stared at the line of shady looking warehouses.

He frowned, "What? Why?"

"Well, see, I thought you meant, literally the docks. LIke, a bridge of wood going straight out into the ocean."

Yumi gave me 'the face'. "That's called a pier, K-chan. Anyways, you'll be meeting a few friends of mine who aren't very sociable so just go with what I say, yeah?"

"Wait what? Why are we here? You never told me what we're doing here bro!"

Yumi dragged me into the nearest building nonetheless. Inside were the six most ordinary people I'd ever seen. They were so ordinary, they were extra ordinary. There were massive cargo containers that stacked up to the roof and I felt...puny. "Oi Yumi, how come none of them have guns?" I whispered, elbowing him.

"We don't need guns."

"What? But that time when we met the long-haired guy you had them!"

"Oh, I meant guns aren't my main weapon of choice. And besides what did you expect? We don't just strut around the pier with guns ablazing in broad daylight you know?"

...Right, I knew that.

The closest guy noticed us, and walked over, cracking his knuckles. "Yo Sakurai, who's the chick?"

Yumi glared, and cracked his knuckles as well. "What are you talking about? This is my little BRO."

"...Sakurai...she's a girl…"

"LITTLE BRO."

The man hesitated, somehow still cracking his knuckles. I was somewhat concerned about whether he had arthritis or not. "So...what's with your 'little bro'?"

"Bring kids to work day. Don't you remember?"

"SHE'S YOUR KID?! WHO'S THE MOTHER?"

"BRING KIDS TO WORK DAY? SINCE WHEN?"

It was clear that Yumi's work crew were slightly behind the times.

Yumi sighed, and took a moment to facepalm. "This. Is. My. LITTLE. BRO. NOT MY KID. BRO. GOD DAMN IT. And yes it's BKTW Day. Didn't you get the memo?!"

The guys all nodded and pointed understandingly at each other. "Oh. So that's what that stood for."

"Yeah, I thought he was on drugs when he said that."

"I thought it was 'Batman, King of The World' day," someone complained. "I even made a poster."

Wao. It was actually a legit poster.

I hadn't noticed, but Yumi had already walked across and exited the room, ignoring their comments, and I followed quickly. Before I left the room, they asked for my name.

"...Natsume." What the fuck. Nice going Kaze, pick the one season you hate the most.

"Holy cow, she is Sakurai's bro! Now the four seasons are complete!"

I walked out. Whatever.

The moment I passed through the door - it was as if I was in another world. Unlike the cargo room I'd just been in, Yumi's massive office was spotless, and every detail of the decor had been perfected. Except for the never ending stacks of paperwork. And on top of a huge cabinet on the side, there sat the huge stuffed panda I'd gotten from Hibari. I see Yumi was treating it well.

"So, this is where I work." He'd sat down and put his feet on his desk. "What do you think?"

"You dragged me here at some ungodly hour in the afternoon...to show me where you work?!" Well, I did bug him quite a few times, but still. Ungodly hours in the afternoon were made for homework. Or drawing. Wow, I sound like a nerd...

"Actually, I came here to train you."

"What?"

"I saw your Dad a few days ago," he shrugged. Oh. So that's what dad meant by help. "Knuckle dusters and chains, huh? Can't really say you'll be able to master them."

"I can punch, Yumi. That's all I need," I muttered irritably.

"Alright then. See that punching bag over near that wall? Punch it as hard as you can."

And I thought he was all 'anti-violence'. I punched...and a dent suddenly appeared in Yumi's perfectly painted wall. Keyword being appeared - after all, I had nothing to do with it. Cough. Besides conveniently appearing at the precise moment when my fist just happened to graze the wall.

"Well, I admit my aim is a little off...but really, I'll manage…"

Yumi looked at me and waited.

"I mean, I've got strength…"

Stare.

"And…and…"

He finally broke off his gaze, and facepalmed. "No offence, but you have no aim. At all."

In the future Vongola hideout...

Hibari (the normal one, not the TYL one) walked down the corridor, unentertained. Did he really own this dump in the future? Foundation. What a retarded name. The place was larger than he'd preferred - that implied that he was actually sharing the space with some other human being.

"Kyo-san."

Turning, he glared at a Kusakabe he barely knew.

"H-Hibari-san," his subordinate corrected, "the Vongola group leaves in five minutes."

"Hn."

In five minutes, he'd return to the Namimori he knew. He considered staying in the future. The stupid blonde was a great stress reliever. And Rokudo Mukuro was within his reach.

As he reached a bend in the corridor, and noted the change in ambience. He froze stiffly. Colours. The whole building had been drab - just the way he liked it. But no, this room...had been vandalised. Anger built up as he entered and glared at the abstract painted swirls and sketches on the walls.

Tch. My future self allowed this to happen under his own nose?! Despicable.

It was then when Hibari noticed the girl, unconscious on the bed. Abnormally pale and motionless. And immediately, he noticed something familiar about her. He usually didn't remember faces well, strange that this one stuck in his mind. It was...was...

He didn't even know her name. The realisation hit him like a brick wall.

"Hibari-san," Kusakabe called, jogging past the room. His subordinate doubled back and froze, staring at him. "Uh...you see - "

"I don't care about that herbivore," Hibari cut in sharply, leaving the room. Kusakabe followed, bowing.

"Of course, Hibari-san."

Screw the future. He liked his Namimori better.

Back in the present...

Tomatoes.

Never liked 'em, but it was still a shame to waste so much food. Considering they were nowhere near ripe and thus could last for a while. Picking up another, I threw it across the room, and tried to hit at least one of the targets Yumi had drawn on the walls outside his office.

I missed.

But at least it smashed into the wall and was completely pulverised, joining the pool of sauce on the floor that had accumulated over the past few hours. Who knows? It could be used for pasta or something...if one ignored how unhygienic that would be.

You see, apparently there was someone in Namimori who received a crazy shipload of tomatoes every week. So stealing a couple hundred for a little training on accuracy would probably go unnoticed.

"Well, how are you going?" Yumi came out of his room and admired my handiwork.

"I'm making progress," I replied curtly, pelting another tomato across the room.

"...You mean you're failing."

"Oh shut up."

Yumi took a tomato from the crate, and threw it gently in a wide arc. It hit the target in the bullseye. "Strength comes after aim. Start gentle."

I gave him a deadpan expression and proceeded to ignore his last comments. "You know what? Why don't you just show me how I use the damn chains dad gave me, and we can practise this accuracy crap some other time?"

Yumi sighed, clearly having given up on me. "Alright put 'em on."

"...See, there's the problem Yumi. I don't fucking know how."

"Ah."

I resisted the urge to punch him. Mainly because I knew my rage would make me miss. Nothing to do with my bad aim, nup, no problem there. Then I saw Yumi's thinking face and knew trying to talk to him would be a lost cause. I sat down cross legged on the floor.

These chains. What to do?

Using logic, I slipped on the knuckle dusters. Though very cool, they were also very uncomfortable. One couldn't really clench their fist properly, so I took them off. Bored, I grabbed one end of the chain thing and swung it around as if it were one end of my earphones whilst I listened to music.

I dazed off a bit and suddenly, wham. My hand slipped and the chain flew into my face.

Pain exploded, tears streamed down my face and I may have blanked out for a bit 'cause I woke up to Yumi's concerned face.

"Haha...now we know how to use these things eh?" I forced out a laugh, trying to ignore my throbbing cheek.

So in the end, Yumi decided to have me wear fingerless leather gloves to protect my hands, and have the chains wrapped around my forearm. The aim was that I would whip them out and well, whip people. But since I didn't have the skills to use both chains simultaneously without tangling them, I stuck with having chains on just one arm.

I really needed a lot more practise, but at least now I had an original weapon. Maybe one day I could even have a spar with Hibari, rather than a one sided annihilation.

...Wait, why did Hibari come into this? I slapped my forehead to get the guy out of my head and ended up slapping myself with my chains. Imagine my joy.

I yawned as I headed home. Yet another shit day of training at the docks. Yumi had wanted to accompany me, but there was an issue with some paperwork, so I left him to suffer and went home alone. Conveniently, I saw a can on the roadside. Accuracy. Gentle. Slowly, I readied my foot, and kicked.

And missed the can.

"Fuck this shit!" I yelled, kicking the can as hard as I could. It flew away, ricocheted off a few walls, and stopped…at the feet of Hibari Kyoya.

He glared, and I could totally read his mind. He's probably going to go 'I'll bite you to death herbivore' or rant about littering.

But Hibari did neither. He just stood there like a jackass.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

"What's it to you, herbivore?" he sneered.

...Wait, why was I looking for him again? That was a while ago. Crap. Uh…something to do with Takeshi, maybe? "You should be ashamed of yourself. You jigged a whole week of school. Some perfect prefect."

He glared.

Oh man, funnily enough, I've missed this. "What's wrong? Lost your mojo?"

Hibari walked past without a glance in my direction. He didn't even beat me up or anything.

...How rude.

Yup. Weird end.

Btw, thanks to those people who actually bother reading this story or favourite it and especially to those who comment, give feedback, etc.

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR. Obviously.