Hibari made a habit of following his prey. When he was bored, when he was curious. Whatever the reason Hibari felt he should know where his prey was at all times. After all; they were his.
He's un-phased when he follows you out of town to a dilapidated looking castle; The building pretty in a desolate isolated kind of way. Hibird seeming to enjoy flocking around the aging foliage curling along one side. He follows as she flies through a broken window, inquisitive as to what his little bird has found.
Scattered across the floor is a thin document folder, with your name on it. Hibari picks it up, wondering if you've been hiding something. Before he can open it a familiar voice echoes through the halls. If Hibari remembers that laugh correctly there's the chance of a fight. Pocketing the document, he heads further into the castle to follow the menacing sound.
"Sshi shi shi~"
The two of you barge out from a nearby door. There's blood everywhere. The herbivore laughing manically. "You think you can beat a prince?!" He cackles. The herbivore throws several curved knives in your direction. As he watches Hibari can see a few more stuck into your body, three alone on your back.
He notices something different in you. The fire behind your eyes, the way you're gritting your teeth with every hit, the unrelenting aggressive attacks reigning down against the herbivore. It's good, fascinating even to watch. Every muscle in your body is tense, pooling round to force blow after blow. The herbivore is dodging and managing a few hits but he's suffering, the swift crack of your staff against his abdomen sends him reeling.
The herbivores laugh is louder now, more malevolent. "Give it to me!" you scream, kicking his fallen body across the floor. "You shouldn't kick a prince." He taunts. Abruptly he twists his wrist and Hibari can see a flash of wires leading to your body. Painfully they twist the knives caught in your skin and jerk you back.
Hibari decides he's not going to interfere, he wants to see how much his prey can take.
With significant effort, he watches you rip a few of the knives from your skin, biting back a cry of pain as you do so. Even with the blood loss there's raw hatred and determination in your eyes as your body heaves with every breath. The battle rages on. Knives flying every which way, metal thrashing into skin beautifully to draw more blood and screams from the two of you. A frantic, never ending animalistic mess of bodies Hibari could watch for days.
A turning point comes when the herbivore catches you off guard, stopping abruptly after a particularly close blow. "Gotcha!" he smiles as he flicks his wrist, revealing and tightening a web of wires wrapped inches from your body. Thin lines of blood seep their way across exposed skin and for a split second Hibari can feel his chest tighten at the sight. He can't figure out if it's worry or anticipation, but its strong enough to will him to move.
"Herbivore," he shouts, readying his tonfas.
"Shi shi shi, you brought back up." he grins at Hibari before something else catches his attention - A pull on his wires.
Even from his position Hibari can see it. With every inch of strength you have, you push your body against the wires. Hibari marvels at the flinch in your body as muscles are cut with fresh wounds. It pays off and soon the herbivore is being pulled towards you by the coil of wires under his wrist. When he's close enough you force one last push and messily slam your body against his, sending him to the ground. "Give me the information, you shitty prince." You growl through gritted teeth shoving a knee into his back, rage and adrenaline suppressing the pain of the wires digging further into your skin.
"Mmm no." he grins manically as his head twists to meet your gaze.
Your eyes widen and glaze over in mere seconds. Hibari watches as your body gives: collapsing against the remaining wires like a rag doll.
"Shi shi shi shi, the prince is going to make you into a cactus." The herbivore smirks as he slips himself out from under you. Seemingly he's forgotten all about Hibari as he cuts the wires and drags you further into the castle.
Hibari isn't about to let the shit eating herbivore carry his prey off like some hard-earned prize. With ease he crosses the room and executes the first of many fateful blows.
You haven't stirred in the time it takes Hibari to find a safe place, blood loss and whatever that herbivore had laced his knives with had weakened your body. The hotel room was a second choice: as Hibari doesn't know any hospitals outside of Namimori, nor did he care to visit them. Hibird rested on the lamp next to the bed, staring at your limp body. He places his hand on your forehead checking for a temperature. You were running hot. There'd be no point in fighting you like this he told himself.
He rummaged through the hotel room supplies, eventually he came across a towel small enough to fit across your forehead. He soaked it in water and silently hoped it'd be enough to bring you round. You grimaced a little but don't seem to rouse when he placed it on your head. For all his strengths Hibari was in no way a healer.
Grabbing some plasters and disinfectant from your bag he looked over your body. You winced every time he dabbed your wound, subconsciously pushing yourself away. He gave up after the first few attempts, soon losing interest in bandaging you up if you were going to be difficult.
It was an hour before you came around. Slowly acclimatising groaning as you came to.
"K-Kyouya-senpai." You manage as your eyes focus on him. "What happened? How did you . . ." you ask, voice trailing off as you realise you're asking too many questions.
"You were poisoned." he states, careful to avoid putting any sentiment in the statement that would hint at his care or actions.
"Shitty prince," you grumble followed by a staggered cough. Before you can say anything else, Hibari parts your lips with the rim of a glass and tips cool ice water into your mouth. He's pleased when you obediently drink, finishing the glass in a few thirsty gulps.
You thank him and try to get up but he stops you. "You're still ill." He states. It's stupid for you to try and move when you're this injured. Before you can ask more questions, he picks up the now fallen towelette from you lap and heads to the sink to top it up with cold water.
The bathroom is small and Hibari can see he looks tired as he catches sight of himself in the bathroom mirror; tired but not worried, the stoic mask he's mastered over the years remaining intact.
Not that he was worried, you'd come around and the herbivore was off somewhere licking his wounds. Hibari could still feel the effect of the poison on the edges of his muscles. Possibly a nerve agent used for paralysis, whatever it was he was going to let it dominate his body. He flexes his shoulders and rolls his head to remind his body he wouldn't succumb.
Faintly Hibari can hear you talking to Hibird in the other room. Slowly he turns the tap down so he can hear better. Not talking, singing. The Namimori anthem. He can't help a little smile crossing his face as he closes the tap completely in favour of listening.
It's not bad, you don't know half the words but what you lack in lyrics you make up for with a soft gentle hum that compliments Hibirds own harmony. Quietly, Hibari moves to lean against the bathroom door and watch. Hibird has settled in your hands, no doubt enjoying the warmth of your body as you bend your head down to watch her ruffle her feathers against your thumb. He watches as you carefully attempt to stroke her, body a little stiff as it works through the poison. You manage successfully without hurting Hibird and he's pleased. It was only after Hibird stops singing that you notice him standing in the door way listening.
As if trying to hide your embarrassment, you mention something about needing into the bathroom to patch yourself up. Hibari obliges, content that you don't expect him to help.
It's a while before you're out, Hibari hears the buzz of the shower and doesn't think anything of it until it shuts off a few moments later and your voice comes timidly from the bathroom.
"Kyouya-senpai, can you close your eyes?" you ask.
It takes Hibari a moment to understand why on earth you need him to do something so vulnerable and then it clicks. He doesn't respond but respectfully he turns his head away as he hears the creak of the door, staring at the wall next to the bed.
Hibari hears the soft slip of your towel hitting the floor and his eyes pool round to look. Your supple body is outlined by the bright afternoon sun, highlighting the edges of your skin in its glow as his eyes take in the bandaged image of your form. You don't notice him, back turned as you ruffle your hair dry with another towel, movements still a little stiff. Hibari slides his eyes back before he's caught. Unsure why he even felt the need to look; you were prey, prey wasn't supposed to be pretty.
Hibari hears you pick up your shoes and he already knows where you're going.
It doesn't take much to get in your way, you're slower than usual right now. Hibari stands in front of the door and stares you down. A look that warns you not to take another step forward. Instead of backing off, your brow furrows. For a moment he thinks you might genuinely challenge him and the adrenaline sparks in his body.
"Kyouya-senpai, I need to go back." you say as you move closer.
Hibari doesn't need to reply. Instead he lets his body do the talking, standing over you, reminding you how much taller and stronger he is.
You don't budge, eyes pinned to his. If Hibari can turn this into a fight, he will.
"There were documents in there, I need those otherwise this whole day is wasted." you explain, as if he's some kind of reasonable person who accepts words in place of an all-out battle.
He looks over you, bandages still visible through your shirt, and lets out a low huff. He has those documents and if he gives you those stupid documents you'll stay; not injury yourself further and his prey will be safe. Reaching into his jacket he pulls out the documents he found on the floor and throws them at you before collapsing on the bed, so as not to give you the impression he cared.
You don't say anything as you look between him and the file, wide eyed and confused. Instead you take a seat on the edge of the bed and flip through the information. Hibari can see you out the corner of his eye as he yawns preparing for a nap. You turn your head to him, lips parting to say something but you think better of it. He's glad you understand this isn't an invitation to talk.
A comfortable silence settles around the two of you as Hibari watches you work. You don't say anything but you hand him a book from your bag in an attempt to entertain him while you circle and scan documents. Hibari didn't often find time to read so he's satisfied with this arrangement. You're lying across one side of the bed, completely absorbed in reading. Stretched out on your stomach, perched on your forearms; you're not touching him by any means. Despite the small space on the bed you'd managed to avoid him as he sat on the bed idly reading a few sentences here and there. Mind half on the book, other half observing you.
Hibari feels satisfied with the arrangement. No need for words or touching, you understood his boundaries.