"An Enchanting Teardrop"

Hibari held a glowering stare at you. A fallen angel? How could you, the densest ex-bird, be an angel? Did he even believe in angels?

After experiencing life in the mafia world, he wouldn't be surprised if they existed. If there was a bazooka that took you ten years into the future and rainbow-like flames that came out of nowhere - then it surely wouldn't be that crazy to believe in angels if those existed.

He glanced back at the paper, not missing a single word.

"By chance, 'Snow,' as you call her, had fallen in love with you when she first caught sight of you. Of course, such a thing is forbidden. Heaven and earth were two completely different worlds, where only death separates it. And so, she did the most desperate act of all."

Hibari was curious to know just what you did. Perhaps you went around causing destruction so that God would kick you out of the clouds. It was possible. Instead of letting his imagination run wild anymore, he finished the rest of the letter.

"For you, and only you, she made a deal with the Devil. Because the Devil is wicked, he set up a game to amuse himself. He erased her memories, clipped her wings and turned her into a helpless bird. If she could gain your love, the curse would be broken and she would be human. If she failed, only hell would await her."

And so, Hibari came to the final sentence.

"Because your love for her is still doubtful, there is a chance that she will not stay on the earth for long. Ask yourself. Do you love her?"

Before answering, he wanted to debrief to himself. He frowned a little. It was obvious, he should've instantly answered no. Who could love a 'fallen angel?' Especially him! He only lived and breathed for Nami High; he didn't need to ask himself if he loved you!

Yet... He felt that he should at least take in some consideration. Afterall, you risked your soul to just be able to be in his world. Or was there more to that? He wondered, did he love you, even if it was just an ounce? His ego wouldn't allow him to answer.

He carefully picked up the dull pencil, hesitantly writing down one thing that came to his mind. "How do I get rid of her?"

The... thing that was writing to him took a while to answer, as though wondering if Hibari would really end all your efforts. Finally, it gave an answer to which Hibari grimaced at its vagueness. "Ask her. She'll know, though it won't be easy for her. She will tell you, honestly, since she never intended to be a burden. If this is what you want, she will make another sacrifice if it is to your desires."

After that last sentence, Hibari said nothing more. You were drowning in confusion when he suddenly decided to ask you if you wanted to eat dinner with him. He usually never invited you himself. "Keh?" You blushed, positive that he had forgiven you. You saw nothing but perfectness in him - he'd never be angry at you for long because he was that sort of person, or so you thought.

You and Hibari sat at the table, obviously eating burgers. Hibird sang Hibari's beloved anthem while you indulged yourself in the juicy burger and the idyllic atmosphere. Although the memories you were making seemed promising, you couldn't help but feel distanced from Hibari.

He was there, but you felt lonely even though he was. He was in deep thought; it worried you to see him so lost in his dreams. "Are you enjoying the meal?" He finally spoke. Your smile came a bit late since you were a little surprised.

"Mhm!" You nodded with much zeal. "Snow feel happy." There was warmth in you, and Hibari couldn't help but feel a bit sorry.

Unbeknownst to you, Hibari had been contemplating on how he should ask you the question of how to make you disappear forever. He was never the type of sugarcoat his words, but for some strange reason, he just couldn't bluntly ask you, "Hey. How do I make you disappear forever?" He wanted to say it in a... Smoother manner.

He detested it. He hated feeling so on-guard. Ever since you tagged along, he felt like he was guarding a ticking time bomb and had to stay on his tiptoes the entire time. No one had ever been able to make the Demon of Nami High waver like this before. That is why he felt it was absolutely necessary to get rid of you, his true weakness.

"Snow..." You batted your lashes at him. "What would it take for you to hate me?"

"Nothing." You didn't have to think before answering; you would never come to hate him. He swallowed a grumble, amazed at your level of infatuation with him.

Without thinking, he asked the unthinkable. "Even if I begged you to disappear?" He closed his eyes when he heard your fork clatter on the wooden floor. He continued eating as though he didn't hear it. Perhaps he was being a coward and hiding from the fact that he hurt you?

Your hands grasped the sides of your seat, nails digging into the wood. You could see the guilt in his face and the decision he had come to. "Hibi... Snow did wrong, yes?" You couldn't explain it, but somehow you knew just what to do to make his wishes come true.

Hibari raised a brow when he heard the legs of your chair screech along the floor as you stood up and headed towards one of the kitchen drawers. He was curious as to what you were doing-

You pulled out a knife. "Snow," he warned, watching you stumble over with somewhat of a desperate face. "Put that down-" he stood up immediately as you put it up to your face. He fell silent when you did the unexpected.

You cut your hair.

The white strands fell silently onto the floor. He was stunned by your actions, thinking you would've done something else like cutting your throat. He watched your shoulder-lengthed hair flow against your fair skin. You dropped the knife, "No worry Hibi... Snow no hate you," you could only smile.

He regained his composure, thinking how stupid it was of him to get so raveled up. Still, he was a bit amazed at your sudden action, seeing as you had adored your hair so much. "Go take a shower, I'll clean this up," he waved you off. You did as you were told.

After he was done sweeping up the floor, he discovered another newly written letter on his table. Too tired to complain, he took a look at it. It read:

"Are you satisfied? You've just made all of Snow's efforts in vain. Don't worry. Once her hair fades into black, she'll no longer be in your hands."

Hibari scowled at the paper; it didn't make sense at all. All you did was cut your hair, why was the person getting all mad for?

Hibari turned his head when he heard the bathroom door swing open, surprised to see that your hair had miraculously started becoming... Black. At the ends of your hair, an inch of it had been... 'dyed' black.

He wasted no time before responding back to the letter. He wrote:

"What's happening?"

The letter instantly responded seconds later: "Her hair was the main source of her life and 'magic,' as you would call it. Because she cut it, she'll disappear when her remaining length completely turns black."

Although his face remained calm, inside, he was panicking. He watched you sit at the sofa, entangling your fingers in your short hair with sorrow. He strode over, catching your attention. You shrunk in slight fear, but managed to strike a simple conversation. "Look Hibi, black hair!" You pointed it out, remembering that he had once wanted to dye it black. It only made him distressed.

He was curious as to how you could keep an optimistic attitude; what was the source of it all? If he asked you, you would've responded with his name. He was sure that you knew you were... 'Dying.'

He could see the black reaching closer to the root of your hair, and it made him feel reckless. Wasn't this what he asked for? You were going to be gone forever, why wasn't he rejoicing?

Perhaps it was like that one saying, "you never know what you have until you lose it." How cliche, he thought, but it was so true.

"Tell me, was it worth it?" Your innocent eyes laid upon him, blinking curiously. Hibari sighed, of course you wouldn't know, your memories were lost. It took a while for him to realize that you were really going to disappear within moments... You'd no longer be in his sight and it'd be like you were never there.

Had he fallen in love? Would his love be able to save you at this point? "What can I do to reverse this; how can I save you?" He asked, his fingers reaching out for you like he was seeking your existence.

The black color had increasingly grown and it was centimeters from reaching the roots of your hair at the point. Hibari worried.

You wanted to wipe that expression off his face. It was then that you recalled the movies, your main source of knowledge. "True loves first kiss," you smiled lightly, blushing all the while. Still, no one would kiss you, you realized that.

Your prince, Hibari, wouldn't recognize you, a bird. You weren't a princess, you were just a lowly herbivore. This heart ache wouldn't leave. You would never reach his love-

A harsh pull broke your chain of thought, and all you could think of was the soft burning feeling embracing your lips. Hibari, Demon of Nami High, was kissing you.

Your heart pumped faster, beating against your rib cage while you stared into his slate grey eyes. He never closed them, wanting to only see your reaction. Strangely, he held no malice or roughness in it, only warmth and a hint of desperateness.

'Soft...' That was all you thought about as he held the back of your neck steadily, pushing you towards him so you couldn't escape. When he finally pulled away, he left you wanting more.

"Wao..." He gave a ghostly smile, "You're crying just because of that?"

Your first tears ever were shed, "Snow love Hibi!" You cried into your palms, not wanting to leave yet. He budged a little as you flung yourself at him, embracing him with all you could give him.

You were crowding him, that was true, but he managed to make an exception one last time.

The clock struck twelve midnight, and you could swear it was just like the movies, but this time, perhaps without a happy ending. Maybe in another life, when you both are humans or maybe when you're both birds, you'll have one with your prince.

Your eyes became heavy and your vision blurred. Was this your last moment? The final white strands in your hair became black, and it was then that you felt almost... Cleansed. Would you go to hell now?

"O... yasumi," you muttered. The weariness overcame both you and Hibari, almost like a spell, and you could only feel bliss as you fell asleep.