I was surprisingly calm about all this.
Really, I kind of expected myself to freak out, flee to the nearest wall, bash my head against it while repeatedly muttering to myself that ohmygosh, THE Hibari did not just confess something herbivorish.
Because hey, Love was very much a herbivorish subject last time I saw him… which was only a few minutes ago, standing at the side bored out of his mind while stroking Hibird. But then, he obviously was ten years younger than this Hibari and something happened in the next three years? So three years and something happened to let it become…
This predicament. Which raised the pressing question of how I melted Hibari-the-asexual-iceblock in the first place.
Yes, I was surprisingly calm about all this.
Maybe Grey's therapeutic lessons for me did help. What was the first step again?
Oh yes.
Remember to breathe.
My lungs choked back to life, trying to get some clogged spit out of my airway while staring at Hibari disbelievingly. What was the chance of that happening? Saying yes? What – I thought it was maybe, you know, a highly likely ZERO percent.
As I stood there choking my lungs out, Hibari just stood there. He wasn't the battle-hungry, crashing through twenty-seven highly reinforced Millefiore walls without breaking a sweat Hibari right now. He was just kind of staring at me blankly, and surprisingly (yes, I was actually surprised I could still be surprised), I couldn't read what was behind it.
Getting my breathing back to normal, I stared at him. Narrowed my eyes. Tried to read his expression.
He faced my look head on. I smirked a little inside – the Hibari I knew was still in there.
A little regret. Okay, a heck tonne lot of regret, and a lot of other emotions I couldn't identify. Sadness? Not as much as the regret. And this strange emotion that was a mixture of anger (at… himself?), frustration, happiness, bitterness, nostalgia, yearning and tiredness.
He was tired. Very very tired.
Second step in Grey's tutorial—I really couldn't remember right now.
Okay, make one up.
So let's force my brain to catch up on what just happened. I asked my fateful question and Hibari said yes.
…he said yes.
Yes?
My brain promptly shut down again.
After another minute, my brain whirred slowly back up. What, he was in love with the future me? Was that mentioned in the diaries or anything? I ransacked my memory – no, it wasn't. It hadn't been. So maybe it was one-sided! Hibari fell for me, I felt nothing for him, and therefore I didn't know and didn't write it down…
But that felt wrong.
Somehow I just knew that was a lie. My instincts were all screaming out against that, so it was probably wrong.
Another two options. Hibari didn't realise he loved me until after I died, or maybe he denied it until after I died. Both options explained the regret at least. They both were plausible – Hibari was a bit dense on the emotional side. But what could I say? It wasn't as if I was any better.
Hmm.
I decided my next question.
"Why?"
Truly, why? There wasn't any reason to have liked me at all. Just imagine me standing here – choking on spit and coughing my lungs out, standing there like a surprised gaping fish for what, the last three minutes? How was that even remotely attractive?
I mean, if I was a guy, I would go for Kyoko. Like, you know.
Sparkles are attractive, right?
Hibari, who had been standing very still blinked slowly, kind of like me when I was surprised. He didn't do that before, ten years in the past. He opened his mouth, before grimacing and closing it again. After another few seconds of silence, he answered with something really surprising.
"I don't know."
The honesty threw me off a bit.
'I don't know?'
He didn't even know?
I at least remembered Grey's third rule. If it's something you don't like, and it's possible, talk yourself out of it. Or another person. Maybe I couldn't really talk Hibari out of loving me for the past six years, but I could make sure he stopped at least.
"It's been at least six years. Forget about me and move on. A lot more people deserve you than I do, that much I know."
He raised an eyebrow. "Deserve?"
I shrugged. "I mean, you're the head of that Foundation thing, the strongest Vongola Guardian, therefore rich, most likely your influence is international, young, tall, good-looking. I could list a heck lot of things. Aren't girls throwing themselves at you?"
He shrugged, uncommitted. "I don't care for them."
I gulped at what that meant. Something was very seriously wrong. I paused. Then said that thought in my brain. Because if he said freaking yes again I would seriously try to wake up (must be a dream).
"Because you cared for me?"
Now it was Hibari who was staring at me, and me looking a bit befuddled (and kind of scared of his answer – please don't let it be yes), looked back. "Is it so hard to understand?" He said, a bit frustrated.
"Yes," I said simply. And pinched myself.
Pain.
Okay, this wasn't a dream. Damn.
Hibari's face grew a little disgruntled, funnily enough. "Why?"
Oh, is it his turn?
I frowned irritably too. "Isn't it obvious? We just…" I waved my hands a little to try to describe it. What was it?
Maybe the fact that he tried to chase me and kill me because of a pair of sunglasses the first time we met? Maybe because I was kind of scared stiff of him sometimes? How he was just a kind of fighting freak that didn't have time for anything else? How I was a freaking Brighteye and therefore exempt from love? That from the first time we met we just didn't get along?
How did it become like this anyway? I voiced it.
"How did it become like this anyway?" At Hibari's perplexed expression, I changed the question. "What made you… err, like me?"
Hibari looked a little lost, though somehow he still had that imposing aura of I'm-stronger-than-you-so-listen-to-me. Only less. I don't know. He didn't know. He didn't know. What the Heaven does he think he was doing? Why fall for me? Of all the what, six billion nine hundred and seventy three million, seven hundred and thirty eight thousand, four hundred and thirty three people on this Earth…
Why me?
What a wonderful mess. And I could solve this. Right now. Even if I couldn't help the Hibari right now…
Sigh. And the only thing I really wanted right now was my bed to happily collapse on and sleep. Sleep. Ah, sleep. My best friend.
Maybe when I got out of my too-tired state I would officially freak out.
Because oh my god, Hibari just admitted he liked me. In that way.
Hibari made a motion to answer my question.
I sighed, putting a hand up. "Wait a minute, sorry. Hibari," I pulled out a notebook. "I'll go chronologically. The first time you actually noticed me without feelings of wanting to bash me up or apathy."
He blinked, but his face was remarkably blank for what must have been hard.
"When I watched your fight with the Varia Star Guardian."
I blinked. "You watched that?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"From the school roof."
I neglected the 'how' since my fight had been in total darkness. Hibari must have found a way somehow. I scribbled it down in the notebook, and looked at it considerably. I couldn't do much about that since it already happened, but I'll note it down. Hibari had already noticed me. Now next…
"First time you realised that you didn't abhor my presence."
"Lying down on the school roof."
Me and Hibari lay down on the school roof a lot anyway. I couldn't pin down when that happened.
"Did it happen beforethis?"
Hibari gave a slight grin at my confused face (what, what the heck was on my face?). Then he gave a logical answer that I felt stupid for not thinking about.
"This never happened."
"True," I conceded as I wrote down 'lying on the roof' and vowed never to lie down on the roof with Hibari again. Just in case.
"First time you realised you liked being in my presence."
"After you took care of Hibird."
Okay. That hadn't happened yet. Although the context wasn't clear and Hibari was hardly saying anything much around it, I just had to avoid taking care of Hibird. Maybe when I needed to care for it, my guilt wouldn't let me not care for it anyway, I would give it to Grey or something. That'd work. Hurdle cleared. Next.
"When you realised that I was a person you cared about."
"When you saved a kitten in the rain."
I stared at him blankly. That seriously did not come out of his mouth. What was this? A shoujo drama featuring a love sick, foolish, useless heroine who saved cats and beamed sunshine at everyone with their pure hearted-ness?
Well, I haven't saved any kittens yet. I'll just have to not save kittens. Maybe refer the kitten to Gokudera or something. I nodded and penned it down.
"When you realised that you…" the L word twisted strangely out of my mouth. Gosh this was awkward, "you loved me."
"When you fell sick."
'Sick'. Ah, that explained many things. If the 'sick' was what I was thinking it referred to, of course. I wrote it down.
"Any complications in the relationship building?"
I was being impartial. The perfect business woman. Yet Hibari still had that melancholic happy bitter smirk that was trained on my face. I tried not to be too disturbed.
"When I chose…" Hibari trailed off. I looked on in interest. This point that he was making was the most important – if he did end up liking me, this complication could possibly ruin any relationship that could happen between us. I plan to take advantage of that—
"When I chose my pride over you."
I nodded.
That was totally Hibari like.
…wait a second.
"Why would that cause complications?" I wondered out loud, looking back at his face that seemed totally and utterly strange. Blank. Smirk. Cold eyes that lived in regret. A Hibari I would never hope to understand. Because this Hibari, even if not known to be to others, to me was so very strangely kind.
A word I would never associate with Hibari in any circumstance unless to some random cute animal.
So that was how he expressed his love? Kindness? No wonder I never noticed it in the future. But continuing my thought pattern…
"Why? I would expect that you chose pride over me," I said blankly, uncomprehending. At my words, Hibari's face twisted a little before returning back to blank blank blank, "So it wouldn't ruin any relationship problems at all because it's on your side and I'm the one receiving it unless…"
My mind got to one conclusion.
"Don't tell me."
My voice was dead pan.
Very dead pan.
"I liked you back."
Silence. Hibari looked away for the first time, refusing to answer my question which was already an answer because Hibari hadn't been lying to me. Willingly complying to my requests (a very frightening fact – I felt like I was a person that could actually ask Hibari to do anything and he would answer, and that's creeping me out because who really would want power over one of the most powerful and dangerous men in the world? Not me, in any case. My future self however seemed to have a different inclination…)
No way.
Dude.
Seriously?
Even in near catatonic state from shock, my body remembered its manners. "Nice meeting you Hibari," I bowed mechanically, "Have a lovely day."
I gave a sunny smile.
And calmly walked away if, by calmly, you would define as 'bolting as if your life depended on it'. But ah, one could imagine sometimes, right?
Hibari watched as she ran into the trees, in the direction of the Vongola base.
So she was gone again, running away from him. But this time, she was running towards his past. Their past. Maybe it would happen differently this time. He turned his smirk into the sky.
Then he let go of his herbivorish feelings. Turned his head.
"You can come out now, Vongola." He narrowed his eyes at the bushes at the edge of the clearing, and waited. Sure enough, three seconds later the soft brown hair peeked out of the top, and Tsuna strode into the clearing. "You were listening," Hibari said to him, his voice holding an edge of annoyance and a slight curiosity.
Why why why…
Tsuna picked up on it immediately and Hibari had to credit him for it. This was why the herbivore was no longer one; he had grown fangs in the past ten years…
"Why didn't I interrupt?" Tsuna said, seemingly out of nowhere. He smiled warmly at Hibari. "Why indeed, friend."
"I am no friend."
Tsuna ignored his words as he continued. "You were swaying her towards your side weren't you?" He looked wistfully into the trees. "I didn't stop you because I wanted you to take the chance to show your emotions. They've been hidden too long." He laughed. "It seems even when Alice's so young she can pry you open. Even after six years."
Hibari made no reaction. He hadn't answered the question yet. Because he could still have interfered afterwards. They both knew it.
"I have Kyoko now," Tsuna said softly. "You have no-one."
Hibari's eyes flashed.
"Is that pity?"
"No. It's sympathy."
Tsuna's brown eyes stared straight down into Hibari's. "And I know I would still have a chance even if you told her all those details. My past self won't back down so easily," Tsuna smiled. Hibari had to refrain from breaking his perfect blank façade with an irritated scowl. He himself remembered how obtuse he was when he was younger.
Instead, he fixed his tie. Tsuna hadn't been expecting a reply anyway.
"I wonder," he mused as he looked up at the sky himself. The cloud had moved past the field now.
"When did she start to embody happiness?"
Hibari grunted, before moving towards the Vongola base himself. Tsuna was left standing there, alone in the field and smiling up at the sky. Yes, he had Kyoko, but somehow.
"Good luck, past me," Tsuna whispered, grinning at the direction of his base. "Don't think I wouldn't let you have an even playing field. I've learnt some politics after all." He chuckled. "I feel sorry for Alice from what I gave my ten years past self…"
I hurtled into the room.
"Shouichi. Past. Now." I demanded.
Shouichi merely looked a bit confused. "Huh?"
"I want to go into the past right now. I just heard some really really strange things. Really strange. I must be hallucinating. Therefore, if I go to past Namimori, I can happily go to sleep in my comfortable bed and forget all this."
Everyone shared looks at each other. I scowled. "What is it?"
"So did Hibari tell you?" I-pin finally ventured to ask. Ha, brave girl of the bunch of the nitwits who didn't tell me that Hibari liked me? No wonder he let me train in his Foundation thing, and…
So that was why they gave so many knowing smiles whenever Hibari and I were around.
I scowled at her, frowning and being a total grump. "No. He didn't tell me anything. At all. It was auditory hallucinations from sleep-deprivation."
I-pin looked a bit exasperated. Actually, everyone looked at bit exasperated. "Poor Hibari," Lambo whispered to himself, quietly, before looking around wildly around the place. "He didn't hear that right?" He asked I-pin, because everyone knew – pity Hibari and die.
I looked into their faces. It seems like it was a secret everyone knew, apparently.
Suddenly, I remembered my impromptu visit into the future. They had asked me about Hibari, didn't they? And when I answered he was 'scary' everyone shot wry smirks at each other.
Huh. I scowled even harder. Even in my impromptu trip before? How did I never catch it? I groaned. So it was true.
I slumped. "It's true, isn't it?" I asked them in general. "Hibari loves the future me."
Everyone collectively nodded.
I groaned, before looking up. "Hey, where's Jared?" There had been a niggling sense of worry for a while. He sounded like he was doing worse when I ran for it. There was a blank pause, a glance around the room as they communicated silently. I narrowed my eyes. They were trying to hide his condition from me. It was only a second, but—
"He's in the medic room. It's alright – he's going to make a full recovery. He tried to sneak some marshmallows before I left," Bianchi replied smoothly, her smile perfect. I turned my narrowed gaze at her.
"What—"
"Alice, stand a few steps to the right. Yes, you're reading now. In a few seconds…"
I started glowing green. Looking at my glowing fingers, I dropped my hand down and blankly blinked at the people crowded around my figure. A little crowd of older versions of people I knew. I tried to ask Jared's condition but somehow the words twisted into a half-joke to tell them I was fine with them lying to me, and I was glad to see them, even if it was just a little while, to see that they turned out fine too.
"Bye. Care to tell me if there's another person who loved me?" I said part in joke and part in suspicion because of what Yuni said.
Uncomfortable looks on every face.
Darn it.
I warped back into the past before I could ask who it was.
It was simple. To avoid Hibari, simply hang around Tsuna. He didn't like crowds, and Tsuna had a 'crowd' with him all the time. Therefore, it would be the best for my mission – which is to protect Tsuna – and also avoid Hibari falling in love with me.
Yes. The best solution.
I smiled into my pillow. Yes, home was best.
I slept, deep and hard.
And damn.
There was a dream.
Jack glared balefully down at me, twelve again, looking down at me as he reached for my hand. "Alice, why did you leave us? Are you too happy with them that you don't want us anymore?"
My hand involuntarily twitched forward to take his hand. "Of course not JK, I love you all, remember?"
"Then why don't you think of us anymore?"
I blinked. "That's because I was too busy—"
"To think of your family?" A new voice, of a three year old Emily as she toddled her way towards me with such an old voice. "I've always been thinking of you, Alice. Of the sister I never knew… but you can't even recognise me anymore," and she turned into the ten year old that I had met only briefly. "You didn't recognise me, did you?"
"That can't be blamed on me," I said logically. "I haven't seen you in ten years."
"And you're working hard to see us again, aren't you?" She said, her voice childish and sweet, the lisp that hadn't disappeared when I had left them appearing again.
"Of course."
What else had I lived through the seven years for? To go to Heaven, to meet my family, to tell them it was alright, to greet them, catch up on the time, to love them again. It was the aim of all Brighteyes.
"Then why do you care for those people more than us?" Jack said mulishly, pointing to figures that suddenly appeared out of the shifting grey that covered the whole place. There, Tsuna stood. Then Grey, Nana, Kyoko, Hibari, Hana, Yamamoto, Setsuna, Miwa, Lambo, Gokudera, Ryohei, Chrome, I-pin, a whole sea of people appearing one by one, shimmering into existence. The heads went on.
"I don't," I said simply. No-one could replace my family.
"Really?" Jack questioned.
I frowned. "Why are you asking me this?"
"Because I think you realised too. You're caring too much about them, aren't you? You're forgetting your true family. You don't care for us."
Now this was a thing that Jack would never, ever say to me. He loved me making friends. I glared at 'Jack'.
"Who are you? And why are you here in my dream?"
"Just a warning," the voice changed to my dad's, my dad who had been crying to himself in the cold dark corridor of the hospital the last time I truly saw him. His voice was strange; there was none of the warmth, none of the 'because you're daddy's treasure!' tone in his voice. "You shouldn't care too much."
"And who are you to tell me this?"
"I knew a person like you before. The same look and face, only a bit more… eastern."
I frowned. Now didn't that sound familiar. "What happened?"
"She died," the voice said in sarcastic glee.
"Don't hide behind my family. Come out."
"But I can't, Alice. You're really too practical for your own good." My father chuckled. "Most Brighteyes break down when they see their previous family accusing them of forgetting them. Of caring for their missions too much."
"It's human nature," I replied instead. "I know I care for Tsuna and the others. I know they care for me. I came to terms about it just a few weeks ago."
"But if I told you to choose between your first family and your new 'family', which one would you choose?"
I scowled at him.
"A choice I would never have to make. Who are you?"
"Don't believe that, Alice. Soul mates meet in a variety of ways. Even after death, you know?" He said, morphing into my Grandmama, smiling gently at me, beckoning me to come over to her with a soft wave of the hand. Her favourite shawl around her shoulders looking as fluffy as the time when I was five and I stuffed my face in it to sniff my grandmama's smell…
I stood still.
"What are you implying?"
My Grandmama chuckled. "Nothing, dear Alice."
"Don't say that. Don't become my family. Come out."
"As if I'll do that. I'm not that stupid; don't underestimate me as just another antagonist, please. I don't give speeches to tell people how to defeat me. Please. That's just moronic." My Grandmama turned back into a ten year old Emily. "Why didn't you recognise me?" She whispered, leaning into my face with tears in her eyes. "Don't you miss me?"
I stood stiff. "Stop that. Isn't it useless if I know it's you manipulating my memories?"
My mother turned around, her face sad. "You left before you grew up. I miss you so much, Alice. Don't you want to see me too? Why are you caring for those other people? I want to see you, how are you? You're doing fine right?"
"Stop it."
"My darling little treasure!" My dad spun around, apron hanging from his neck and giving me a wink. "Oh, no rebuttal on how you're grown up and I shouldn't call you that anymore? That's not the Alice I know! Cheer up, and don't forget me, okay Alice? You won't forget me, right?"
"Stop it."
Jack stared at me accusingly. "You left us. You left me to take care of the rest of the family didn't you? You promised me that you wouldn't leave, remember? How could you break it?" He dashed tears from his eyes with a hasty swipe of his hand. "But you just have to meet us again, okay? Don't love those new people more than us, because that's my spot."
"Stop it."
"I told you Alice," a sly whisper in my ear made my eyes widen and whirl around. Belle stared at me unflinchingly, her memory as fresh as snow, as those gold eyes I only looked at yesterday bore into mine. "If you care too much, then you can't finish your mission. You're doing my mission now aren't you? You killed me; you can't dare to say that you can't finish your mission now. You have a duty to. To tell my parents in Heaven that their dear daughter couldn't make it because of you—"
"I didn't kill you," I said to Belle. Then I shook myself. "But you're not her. Why am I talking to you?" I turned back straight again. "Stop it, whoever you are."
Instead of a reply, there was a small tug on my pants. I looked down unwillingly and saw a three year old chubby kid. "Why didn't you recognise me, Alice? I looked up to you so much…"
I stood straighter and looked straight forward.
I will not lose.
Morning broke, and Grey walked into the room.
"Breakfast, Miss."
I stared blankly at him, before getting up and shuffling down the corridor. Grey tutted, before closing the door softly. There was no noise in the apartment. The distant honking of cars, the breeze whistling along the windows – all too removed by the curtains and the windows.
Today was a fine day.
"When you lost your family, Grey," I said as I ate a bit of pancakes, "what did you feel?"
Grey paused in the middle of shining a dish.
"The first, or the second time?"
"The first."
"I couldn't feel much. I was too shocked. Afterwards, it was too late to cry. I had to survive. I knew my parents would want me to live before fully accepting their deaths."
"Did you feel guilty for loving your second family?"
"Sometimes." I looked up at him. "But they were different people, Miss." He smiled down at me, grandfatherly to the end and gave me a tissue. "For every single person, I feel a different type of love. I think of you as my granddaughter. Is this love the same as I love my mother? Of course it's different. So I feel no guilt at all. So cheer up, Miss."
He smiled at me.
I blew my nose.
"Come on, let's go to school."
THe trUE ChAiN cALLed lOve – HiBarI KyOYa
Hibari had not realised that love was a chain born both sides. That when one loved, and that the love was mutually bound, one side of the chain was lifted by himself, the other by the person he loved. Because what was love, truly? It was something only herbivores felt, as they needed to rely on another person for strength.
But how could those herbivores, when a danger approached their love, fight even a pack of carnivores?
It was strange. He had not yet realised that love was something not to be avoided. When he realised he had been similarly chained, he denied it with all the strength he got. He would not be chained down. Be denied freedom.
She offered it. Her strength. Although it was never said, she was always there, always willing to help (he didn't need help. He didn't need strength. He didn't need her, so why wouldn't she go away? Was she similarly chained? No, she wasn't that weak. So he wasn't that weak either. But to take off an invisible, transient shackle was much easier said than done).
When he watched her dying, reminding him of a bird that lost its wings, he watched a couple fight together in a war of two verse twenty-seven people. They shared each other's strength.
After the fight, they laughed at his question. "It's because we didn't want the other to die. We became strong after that."
How did they become strong?
"Well, if you're talking about love chaining you down, it's more kind of like chaining you to another person." A calm smile that held a gleam of the sword. A swallow perched on his finger, as the man bent down and nuzzled it with his nose. "If you're chained to the other person, and the person loves you back, then aren't you holding two sides of the chain? So therefore you two would lift it together."
So it wouldn't be a chain anymore. So it became a bond.
But the chain on his heart was being held by a bird whose heart was beating slower, and slower…
Then her heart turned into dust, and the other side of the chain hit the floor, never to be lifted by another.
And Hibari found he couldn't fly as high as before. The chain dragged him down, reminding him of his past failure, reminding him of a certain bird, who could have let him flown higher than ever, shared their strength…
Reminding him that he couldn't protect her.
WhAT iS LOVe? – SaWADa TsuNAYoShi
Tsuna never really accepted love. Love was a thing. It was an object. It was in novels. It was everywhere. It was what he felt for Kyoko-chan.
Kyoko-chan never really accepted him.
What was love?
Was it what Nana felt for Iemitsu? But Tsuna never wanted to become Nana, who waited for his father to come back, who smiled all day but only truly smiled when a short postcard with two lines came up in the post box after an absence of a year to say, 'I'm good in the oil fields,' forgetting his birthday, Christmas, New Years, Parent Teacher, Nana's birthday, their anniversary…
What was love? What was it that he wanted?
Kyoko-chan was his one and only love, of course. He wanted to marry her. Right.
Was love what Bianchi felt for Reborn? Reborn had turned back into a tall Hitman. He treated her well, but only when Bianchi had something to give to him, something he wanted. He mainly focused on Tsuna himself. Bianchi was so onemindedly dedicated to Reborn that she didn't think of anyone else. Was love dedicating without reason, to incessantly try and make him angry so he would notice her?
But Tsuna did not want to become Bianchi.
What was love then? If all these adults, so much older, so much more experienced and wiser than him had those types of love that he didn't want to define as 'love', what was love?
He kind of wanted love to be what he felt for Alice. That when she was happy, he was happy. When she was angry, then he would want to comfort her and calm her down. If she was sad, find the person who made her so and glare at them (Gokudera would do the rest). If she said something, he laughed. When they talked, that it went on forever and ever and still have time to talk about something else, all the while wishing there was more time. Laughing when she said the same, wanting to spend a bit more time, eating ice cream, glaring at the faulty air conditioner…
But then, that wasn't love.
Love was what he felt for Kyoko-chan.
Kyoko was everything a guy would want. Everyone said so. Alice was what everyone aspired to be. Kyoko was what everyone wanted, a guy's fantasy. He grew up with everyone saying that. Everyone loved her.
So he loved her too. He knew it was love. Everyone said so.
Whatever he wished wasn't important. He was always wrong anyway, what's one more?
But sometimes, he wished.
Sometimes…
And then he was looking at a grave, sunflowers and the harsh bright sun on the plain that she loved…
(what was love really?)
Hi people!
This is colbub's sister. Because colbub has fallen asleep with a 'Upload it for me. Type my author's note for me. Don't change anything! Just add commas or something' at me so here I am...? :O
Anyways, hopefully I haven't missed any major grammar mistakes in this chappie. Or earlier chappies. Most of the time I just add commas/apostrophes/regulate tenses. I don't do anything else :P If there are, feel free to let colbub know and she'll let me know hahahaha
Oh yes! Before I forget, colbub had stuff to say to you all:
1. Sorry for being late by a week! I've had exams and stuff -insert typical colbub exam rant here-. Sorry!
2. Tsuna's love thing was included because a lot of people have been asking why Tsuna was so oblivious to his feelings, since he's supposed to be wayyy more in touch with his feelings than Hibari. Hence the second bit. (Personally, I think the way colbub's treating Hibari/Tsuna's feelings is really well done :O better than other OC fics about ooh Hibari falls for me because I'm so aloof and cool! Or ooh Tsuna's so in love with me because I'm just so much better than Kyoko! or ooh Hibari loves me because I'm so different and have really good fighting skills but am yet so innocent! Or whatever... and I really like the love-as-a-chain-that-lifts-both-people-up idea~~ and I'll stop the bracket talk now because it's getting super long )
And I think that's it... if there was more... ah well. It couldn't have been that important anyway :D
So yeah. colbub'll be back next time!
Thank you for reading my ramblings XD
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