Very short ficlet lol. I don't have enough time sorry. :/


Izumi wasn't sure if she was hallucinating or dreaming. Either one was a crappy option though, and it didn't help that she was already feeling upset.

She eyed Kyoya's purple burning tonfas with extreme prejudice before looking up incredulously.

"What…the heck is this?"

Her ward stared back with his version of puppy-eyes. Which meant that he glowered at her half-heartedly (which by normal people standards was throwing daggers) and scowled.

And sulked.

Fifteen years old and she still hadn't cured him of the sulking. For all that he preached the Hibari name, he never really did observe it as obsessively as he prided himself to. It was partly her fault, but ever since she convinced him to cut himself some slack he'd gone from staunchly enforcing every rule to sneakily looking for loopholes and now to outright rewriting. Sadly, Thou Shalt Not Pout and Sulk had become 'except with family' under Hibari law.

At least he'd stopped doing it in public after that big embarrassment. Really, it wasn't as if she'd purposefully gone to his school to check up on him! It had been an invitation from the principal!

…Whom she was blackmailing, but meh, details…

"I'm serious, Kyoya," she stated, hands on her hips, "What the heck is that and how are you doing it?"

"…It's a Dying Will Flame."

"Dying Will…? Wait. Dying Will?!" She zeroed in on the word in alarm, "What do you mean dying will, are you dying? Your medical tests came back fine the other day—you're healthy as a horse! A horse that could fly. What do you mean dying will?!"

Heaving a sigh with all the exasperated force of a teenager, Hibari Kyoya raised his tonfas placatingly, "I'm fine, Izumi. It's not really a 'dying' flame. It's a power that I have when I get pissed off."

"What do you mean pissed off? Excuse me young man! Are you getting pissed off at me right now? …And that sounds like really hinky stuff… You sure it's safe? And why call it 'dying will' if it isn't really one?"

The Head Prefect of Namimori Middle, the town's strongest protector, heir of the Hibari Family, rolled his eyes, "I don't have to keep being pissed off. And it's fine. It makes me stronger. And I can make things with it." He multiplied his tonfa by a dozen and gestured, "See?"

"Really hinky stuff…"

He resisted the urge to facepalm and dismissed his flames. He waited. Ten…Nine…Eight…

"So how do I learn it?"

Kyoya bared his teeth and just barely avoided rubbing his hands in glee, "Well…this is what I had to do…"

It was finally time to get payback for all the terror Izumi had put him through…

"By the way, is the purple an indication of something…?"


Yeah, Kyo-chan, does the PURPLE flame mean something...? :P

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