The fact is, the feeding isn't a onetime thing. Kyouya keeps getting the lunch boxes from his Disciplinary Committee and that Sasagawa girl. It's delicious, that's fine. However, Kyouya sees her around the middle school and finds that herbivores have been steering clear of the brunette, cautious since she can found talking to and staying around Kyouya's DC.
He corners the loud one and hands over a pouch full of Miasma bombs and Amrack skulls, a tag reading 'Kyoko' in neat script attached to the silver zipper. He watches through the Disciplinary room window as the girl receives her present and even sets one off accidentally.
Kyouya thought he was rather obvious with his intentions, yet when he finds her in the hall during lunch time, she seems surprised at his attack. She doesn't even fight back and instead goes still as he slams her into the wall, a tonfa at the girl's throat.
"I gave you a weapon. I expect it to be used," Kyouya berates, pushing down on her collar bones with cold metal.
Kyoko shivers, her eyes wide and heartbeat racing. Kyouya backs up, disappointed.
"Don't bother me anymore," he commands, not unkindly. "I don't tolerate weaklings."
He leaves, Kyoko still quiet.
"I don't understand," Kyoko murmurs, lying on her bed with Ryohei beside her.
The two are decked out in shorts and singlets as they rest on top of the sheets while a fan in the corner struggles pathetically against the heat. A large chunk of ice sits in a tub right before the fan so the air blows is actually cold instead of just being pushed around.
"Why would he want me to fight him?" Kyoko continues. "Obviously I'm not capable, I don't take any sports and I've never shown an interest."
"He wasn't trying to hurt you," Ryohei reassures, linking fingers with her delicate hand despite the fact that they'll both get sweaty. "And if he wanted an extreme fight, he has other means. I think… don't get mad, okay?"
Kyoko turns to face him with a concerned frown but doesn't interrupt.
"You remember how I said I extremely tripped down the stairs?" Ryohei hedges.
"When you ended up in hospital," Kyoko says with a nod. She pauses then. "You mean it wasn't the stairs?"
Ryohei takes sudden interest in examining the ceiling, eyes flicking in between the glow in the dark stars stuck there. "Well, I did fall down the stairs… after I was in an extreme battle."
She just stares, blank faced.
Ryohei cringes but keeps going. "The fight started because some people heard me saying I was Hibari's extreme friend, and they thought I was a weak point in his guard."
Kyoko grips Ryohei's hand tighter in concern.
"It was an extreme fight, I enjoyed it," Ryohei quickly reassures her. "But some students have asked me why you're seen with the Disciplinary Committee, and while I'm certain that no one will ever hurt you, I think Hibari just wants to know that you can defend yourself if needed."
She picks this apart in her mind, and it does make sense even though she's highly sceptical of anyone trying to hurt her. Then again, Kyouya has some odd friends in the Committee.
Ryohei turns to face his sister. "I kind of agree, actually." He then backpedals in a panic. "Not that you should fight anyone, ever. Ever. But it would be extremely reassuring to know that you can handle a situation."
She nods slowly. "I get where you're coming from but I don't want to hurt anyone."
"You don't have to, since you won't be learning to attack," Ryohei coaxes. "It'll be about extremely protecting yourself and making an opening for you to run away."
"If it's just that," Kyoko hums. "I'll ask him tomorrow."
Ryohei makes a face. "Asking won't work on an extreme man like that."
She raises an eyebrow.
"We need Hana."
The next day Kyoko arrives at the Committee room's door, shoulders back with a determined expression on.
"Leave, herbivore."
She flinches at the apathetic tone. "Fight me," she says quietly.
Kyouya glances up and goes back to paperwork. "You've had your chance."
She bites her lip and then pulls out a detonator. She hunches her shoulders and squeezes her eyes shut.
He looks up then, curious.
When she presses the button, his office shatters from the two dozen Amrak skull she meticulously placed beforehand with Hana and Ryohei. The pouch she was given is a lot bigger than it seems.
Kyoko is grabbed around the waist and both of them slam into the couch back, the entire thing flipping over and covering them before any of the Amrack skulls get to them. Kyouya is left hovering over her, braced on his elbows as a second layer of defence, covering the small animal from the kamikaze attack.
Most of the shrapnel goes over head and the rest are stopped by the couch. When the noise dies down Kyoko opens her eyes.
"You know how to make an impact," Kyouya mutters, bemused as he looks down at the girl.
She hesitantly smiles but Kyouya frowns.
"You may not be weak but you're pretty damn stupid," he says. "You had no way of knowing that I would help you."
"I knew," Kyoko says, her voice even like it was a fact that Kyouya would protect her.
He pushes up onto his knees, lifting one side of the couch over his head so it thuds back into place on all fours. He stands and holds out a hand to her. "We'll have to work on getting rid of that blind trust nonsense."
Hana stares down the demon of Namimori and shakes her head. "No. I am not getting caught up in this madness. I helped because Kyoko asked, not because I wanted to challenge you like those other monkeys."
Kyouya slides a slow glance down her body and then back up, his mind listing strengths and weak points.
"Pity," is all he says before passing her and continuing down the hall.
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A/N: I had completely forgotten this story to the point that I needed to re-read it. That tells me I should have updated sooner, sorry.