Title: Kyouya, The Gamer (we're all fu*ked now)

Summary: Kyouya finds a cheat code and the future abruptly takes two steps to the left and trips over. Gamer AU.

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Kyouya is packed that afternoon and he's on a plane to China not long after.

A few pompadours see him off at the terminal, dramatically waving handkerchiefs they quickly bought for this sole purpose, as he boards the private plane his family owns.

The Disciplinary Committee members hold back tears at the painful separation and all mentally declare that they will protect Namimori in the Chairman's absence.

Kyouya waves off the steward and settles on the comfortable chair that looks more like a throne than an aeroplane seat.

The take-off is smooth and there are no complaints he has for the pilots, but he would be more satisfied if his pompadour was in the cockpit.

Kyouya stretches his arms above his head and sighs in contentment at the pull of muscles. A leg gets thrown over the other and the teen relaxes back into the chair. Just before he drifts to sleep, he wonders if his father will be well enough to walk around, or if the illness has him weaker than normal.


Kyouya doesn't acknowledge the bows he receives on the walk into the compound, not even the greetings from his distant relatives.

The chauffer who met Kyouya at the airport was a careless herbivore who used his words to pollute the air in hopes that something will catch in his owner's throat. The man was nothing special, and he won't ever be, but he's desperate for acknowledgment nonetheless.

So the driver runs his mouth.

"-ven't seen your mother in days. In fact, the last time she was out in public was your father's funeral-"

It was less a damn bursting open and more a cat flap being lifted with a foot, but the temperature in the car dropped and the driver hunched his shoulders on instinct to protect his neck.

The man desperately wanted to turn around and not leave his back open, but years of being a chauffeur told him that was a stupid idea, and years of working for the Hibari told him it was a futile one.

Nothing he could do would stop a Hibari, anyway.

So Kyouya sits in a silent car for the rest of the ride and within seconds of the car stopping, he's crossed the compound and is swerving around the twists of the family base until he comes to a stop in front of his mother's room.

Well, maybe not a stop considering he slams the heel of his palm into the door and the hits throws the piece of wood across the room and into the wall before it finally drops, cracked in half and splintered.

There is no one in the room.

More than that, there is nothing but the bare necessities to even indicate it was fit for occupation.

"Kyouya," Fon greets politely from the end of the hall, having just turned the corner. "You've been back for a minute and you're already destroying things. To think I missed you," he teases gently.

"Why did no one inform me that my father is dead?" Kyouya demands in a calm voice.

Fon reaches the teen and stands beside him, staring into the cleared room of his mother. "The decline was a sharp one," Fon reveals solemnly. "I myself barely made it in time for the funeral. He passed six days ago, but your mum was adamant that you not be told until she could do it herself, as mother to son."

Kyouya thinks on how he was too late.

How if he had thought of it earlier.

How if he had just tested earlier.

And he hates.


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A/N:

I wasn't going to include his parents at all (or at least give him perfectly normal ones, because I hate it when blood thirsty characters have to be explained away by a bad childhood) but –ugh- I couldn't help myself. I needed an excuse to visit Fon and for Kyouya to be mad enough that he'll… spoilers.

Also, yes, I've just completely moved on from killing Takeshi and Ryohei.