A/N:…Hope you like it :)…I was in angst mood :3…Bored mood actually so I finished this as well :D

Hibari nonchalantly, sipped his tea ignoring the cries of attention. This was getting tired, and also stupid. He didn't even know why he did it, in the first place.

The wind blew past his shoulders, ruffling his hair in the process. He nonchalantly, brushed the strands from his face, as he resumed drinking the tea.

The quiet day, brought back unnecessary memories, with her. But, now there was no point, she changed.

She changed. Her [h/c] hair, adjusted messily, sometimes neatly, never changed. Neither did her [e/c] orbs that he used to gaze intently at.

It was her. She just changed. [Name]Hibari changed.

She was lively, beautiful. She was everything, that he fell for, and he didn't want her to change for the world, but she did.

She became weak, unforgivably weak.

Lifting his gaze, he stared at the picture filled walls. She was the one, who decorated his plain walls, with family portraits, couple pictures, and other petty decorations.

He protested, many times, but somehow today he didn't feel the same regret he felt, when he took those photographs.

The room felt alive.

There, she was. She was smiling, next to his ever blank expression. Her smile was one of the things, which he fell for. It made him feel alive.

There was no use, thinking about her smile. It changed along with her. Even going on about her personality, was no use either.

It changed as well. She barely, had any personality left.

His thoughts were interrupted, when Kusakabe entered.

Hibari stubbornly, turned his head away.

"I told you, Tetsu…That I want nothing more to do with that herbivore,[Name]…Nothing…" He said slowly, still, facing away from the grave man.

"Hibari-san…Please…I tried…For one year I have been…But today she asked me-"

"Daddy?"said the small [h/c], who wasn't more than one year old. She ran towards the proud male, enthusiastically, with an undying, innocent grin upon her face, unaware to everything that happened.

Gritting his teeth in anger, he clenched his fist, still looking away from the little girl who was now right beside him.

"Hibari-san…That was her first word…Nothing else…But Daddy…"said Kusakabe gravely; trying to hold in the anger he was feeling.

Why would he look at her? Why?

This girl, who was supposed to be his daughter, cost [Name] her life. She was weak, and then she died, giving birth to this pathetic child.

It was all her fault, because of her; he had lost the most important thing in the world to him. He lost [Name], his lover, his fiancée, his wife, and now the mother of this child.

As long, as he was alive, he would never accept this pathetic being as his daughter.

She stole her personality away, as the last time, he talked to [Name], and she died on the hospital bed, weakly, not even uttering a single word.

That's how weak she was, that's how weak she became, and that is how she changed. She swore to him, that she would never leave him, but she did.

She lied.

He despised her, but terribly loved her.

"Hibari-san…Please look at your daughter!"He cried out, with much urgency. This was paining him as well. Ever since, the day [Name] passed away, Hibari didn't talk to anyone, and isolated himself from everyone else.

He didn't want his daughter, either. He didn't care about her, but somehow, some miracle persuaded him to take the child in.

He took the child in, as his own, but made Kusakabe look after her, from the minute she was born, and had nothing else to do with her.

He never spoke with his own child, since the day she was born. She was one year old.

The little girl, unaware of everything, tugged his yukata, and smiled. In disdain, he turned to glare at the one year old.

His hatred-filled glare, met her warm [e/c] orbs, just like her mother. The corner of her lips, tucked into a light smile, taking the aloof man by surprise.

Abruptly, he hugged her, embraced her in his arms, much to the shock of Kusakabe.

She looked just like her: her hair, her eyes and most importantly her smile. He couldn't take it anymore. He held her in his arms, cradling her to his form.

Kusakabe held back, the tears that were threatening to fall, remembering the fact, that despite Hibari's coldness, he still cared.

Kusakabe may have looked after the child, but Hibari was the one who named her, [Name] Hibari.