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Chapter 32 Night Before
Nine years...
Nine years!
Tsuna could only stare at Hibari in shock. Even Reborn was surprised, though he didn't show it as openly as Tsuna was. Tsuna wanted to deny that Roksana would die so soon, just a little over a year from his present day, but he had never known Hibari to be a liar. The man had nothing to gain by lying to others.
But...how?
"H-how...?" Tsuna asked.
"As I've said, the day Ryoka was born, she was attacked. It was a month before her due date. She was suppose to be on bed rest, but you know how she is." Hibari told him. Tsuna did know how Roksana was. She wouldn't sit back and let others do things for her like that, no matter what. "There had been an issue at the school and she went to the school in order to settle it. On the way there, a man, an assassin, attacked her. I had noticed him around her house for the two months leading up to that day, and had moved her to my house."
Tsuna already had a feeling that hadn't been without a fight from Roksana. She never took orders lightly and Hibari had a habit of never asking anything of Roksana, but ordering it and expecting to be obeyed. It was one of the reasons why Tsuna and his friends had always wondered how Roksana put up with Hibari. Either way, Tsuna was sure that Roksana hadn't gone willingly when Hibari moved her.
"She didn't go quietly, though." And Tsuna was right. "Still, there, I could keep an eye on her easier. She slipped out that day, though, and by the time I was alerted, the assassin had already found her. I didn't lie when I said she gave her life to protect Ryoka. When he attacked, she fought him only to try to escape. In the process, she was mortally wounded."
Tsuna was sure that, being pregnant, had slowed her response time and held her back. Normally, Roksana wouldn't have fallen to a lone assassin, she hadn't in years. Being burdened with the life of her unborn child, though, Roksana hadn't been able to respond the way she normally would in a fight. He could see that answer plain as day in Hibari's eyes.
"By the time doctors got to her, they could only save one life: Roksana's or Ryoka's. Since we weren't married, I couldn't choose. Roksana's chose. You should be able to guess which she chose." Hibari added.
"She told the doctors to save Ryoka?" Tsuna asked.
Hibari gave him a single nod.
"She lived long enough to Ryoka's face and then she was gone." Hibari replied.
Though he sounded the same as he normally did, sounded bored and like the matter didn't bother him at all, Tsuna didn't miss the way Hibari's jaw clenched, or the way his eyes narrowed slightly. It obvious to Tsuna that, even almost nine years later, thinking back on that day hurt and angered Hibari. He had been forced to stand back and watch as Roksana chose to save their daughter's life, hers be damned in the process without ever considering what Hibari wanted.
Though he wasn't willing to share it with anyone, Hibari loved his daughter. There wasn't a day that went by that she brighten up the day or remind him of her mother. That being said, back then, if he had been given the choice...he would have chosen Roksana. He could still remember clearly, how she had taken her first and last look at their daughter, a smile on her face, before telling him, "Love her for me, Kyoya.", the girl flat lining right after.
Hibari had threatened every doctor there to save her, but there was nothing they could have done to save her. She had lost too much blood, her heart giving out. Hibari had taken the child then, combining Kyoya and Roksana, to name her Ryoka. Roksana's father and step-mother had wanted to take Ryoka, to raise her for Hibari since he was still in school, but Hibari was damned if he let anyone take away the only piece of Roksana he had left.
It hadn't always been easy. In fact...it had never been easy. Raising a child by himself and running Namimori Jr. High, and then the Foundation, on top it, had been difficult, but Hibari had done everything he could for his daughter, giving her everything she could have possibly wanted. None of it could make up for the fact that Ryoka had only seen her mother in a picture that Hibari threatened the school's photography club to secretly take of her back in middle school.
Hibari had spent the first few years, furious with the world. He would have razed everything around him to the ground, simply because it reminded him of Roksana, but it was because of that same reason that he didn't. It was part of the reason he had kept Tsuna and the rest of the Vongola guardians, close, why he had kept a close eye on Marc all these years. Roksana had cared about them all, willing to lay her life on the line for them, so he would defend them.
Even if he said otherwise.
He was only sorry he hadn't realized how deep his feelings ran for Roksana until it was took late.
It took a moment for Tsuna to process the information. Swallowing hard, he asked the first question that popped into his head.
"The guy that killed her?" Tsuna asked.
"Another of the endless stream of assassins that had been after her since she was a child. She never told me the whole truth behind why they were after her, but she did explain some of it." Hibari told him.
"What did she say?" Reborn asked.
"She said it had to do with a dispute over money and status. I've done the research, but could only find out the first name of the man responsible. Nicoli. With her father under strict security, Nicoli aimed for heir in order to lure him out. Until her brother was born, it was Roksana. Even after Marc's birth, Roksana continued to hold the title of heir and moved out of the country to force Nicoli's men to follow her, while Marc was placed under even tighter security. She purposely made herself a target to draw attention from her brother and step-mother." Hibari told him.
"That sounds like Roksana..." Tsuna muttered.
Hibari couldn't disagree.
"I haven't been able to find Nicoli, and he had made moves against Marc, but since the day of Roksana's death, the Vongola have been keeping a close eye on him. Nicoli hasn't dared to make a move himself, and no assassin will work for him again, after the fate of the last one." Hibari told him.
"Th-the fact of the last one...!?" Tsuna asked. "You mean the one that killed Roksana? Wha-what happened to him?"
Hibari only grinned, his grin and silence more than enough of an answer for Tsuna to squeak and not insist on an answer. Hibari would merely say, despite the protests of his era's Tsuna, Hibari had seen to it that the man had begged for forgiveness from a dead woman before it was all said and done.
"Does anyone else know this?" Reborn asked.
"The Sawada Tsunayoshi and guardians of my time do. Tetsu, too." Hibari said, before fixing his eyes on Tsuna. "It goes without saying, but if you tell Roksana or Ryoka about this, I will bite you to death."
Tsuna let out a little squeak as Hibari fixed a hard glare on him. He was aware that Hibari would keep his promise, but...Tsuna kind of felt like Roksana deserved to know. Then again...how could he honestly tell Roksana all of this? At the moment, though it was a lie, she believed she had, at least, nine years left in her life. Plenty of time in which to change the future. How could he ruin that hope by telling her that she would die bringing her daughter into the world? Maybe he would find a way to tell her once they had made it back to the past.
For now, they all had more pressing matters to concern themselves with.
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Over the next few days, Roksana divided her time between sitting at Chrome's bedside and training in basement eleven. There were a few times, during her training when they would hear explosions or feel the floor shake on the floors above, but whenever anyone went to check on her, Roksana would quickly kicked them back out. After twice of receiving this treatment, Hibari lost his temper and raised a tonfa to strike her, but Roksana beat him to the punch, slapping him across the face with her shoe before locking him out of the room.
Now and then, Roksana, on her way out of the infirmary and to basement eleven, would grab Ryohei, demanding he be her punching bag for training. Not that the man minded, even when he came back covered in scrapes and bruises. When asked why she had asked Ryohei and not Hibari, Roksana had replied with, "What, do you want us to destroy the whole base?".
No one suggested it again.
Every time Tsuna saw Roksana, though, she looked even more tired than the last time. When Tsuna, Yamamoto, and Gokudera asked Ryoka how Roksana was doing, the child told them that Roksana was getting back later and later every night, leaving early in the morning. After two days of that, Ryoka said that her father had become fed up with Roksana abandoning his bed so early in the morning and had tried handcuffing her to the bed once more.
With her control on her flames growing with every passing day, the handcuffs hadn't lasted long before she was slamming the broken things in Hibari's face and making a quick escape from the bed.
Tsuna didn't want to imagine how angry Hibari had been then.
He had never thought that anyone could make him feel back for Hibari, but Roksana managed it.
On the night before the raid, Roksana, leaving the infirmary to head back for another hour or two of training, ran into Tsuna, Gokudera and Yamamoto in the hall, Tsuna talking to Giannini, Reborn sitting on Yamamoto's shoulder.
"Oh, hey boys." Roksana greeted.
"You guys done with your training for the day?" Tsuna asked.
"Yeah! It was great!" Gokudera said.
"Mine too. I'm just relaxing for now." Yamamoto added.
"I'm heading back for another hour or two, and then I'm going to catch up on sleep." Roksana replied.
"And Chrome?" Tsuna asked.
"She'll be fine while I'm gone." Roksana assured him.
"At last. The raid's tomorrow." Reborn remarked.
"Y-yeah..." Tsuna said, his smile fading.
"What's wrong, Tenth?" Gokudera asked.
"Lal Mirch said his training went very well today." Reborn remarked.
"N-no...It's nothing really!" Tsuna insisted. "Gotta do something! Later!"
They watched as Tsuna ran off, waving over his shoulder. For a moment, Roksana stood there with Yamamoto and Gokudera, watching as Tsuna vanished off down the hallway.
"What was that about?" Gokudera asked.
"I don't know. All boys are weird to me." Roksana retorted, Gokudera snapping, "Hey!" while Yamamoto chuckled.
"If you want to talk weird then you should be looking at that nut-job you spend so much time with!" Gokudera snapped at her.
"I never claimed Hibari wasn't crazy. Hell...I never claimed that I wasn't crazy. We're all born crazy, Hayato. Some of us just remain that way." Roksana replied, giving Gokudera a pat on the shoulder before she turned to head down the hall. "I'm gong to train for a little while longer."
Reborn watched as, covering a yawn, Roksana headed off down the hall. Yamamoto and Gokudera went the opposite direction.
Roksana rode the elevator down in silence, entering the half destroyed basement she had been using for training. Looking around the room, she braced her hands on her hips. She had come a long ways in the last few days, and had managed to work out a fighting style to suit her and her box weapons. It had probably been easier and quicker for her than the others, but that was because Roksana had a little secret she had been keeping from her friends.
"You've really destroyed this place."
Hearing the voice, Roksana turned towards the door, finding Reborn standing there, looking around the room. Roksana blinked once, then twice, before she spoke, continuing on as if he hadn't surprised her.
"Yes, well...just proof of my training, is all." Roksana remarked. "Is there something you need, Reborn?"
"I couldn't help but noticed that you picked up on this way of fighting faster than the others and with far less help." Reborn remarked.
"Oh, that." Roksana shrugged her shoulders. "That would be because...I already knew how to use Dying Will flames."
Roksana was pretty sure Reborn had already guessed that answer, if the way he stared at her said anything. Still, to have the girl confirm his guess...it made Reborn wonder where she had learned it and who had taught her. After hearing Hibari's story, the man telling him about the truth behind the assassins after Roksana, Reborn wasn't really surprised she knew the basics to using Dying Will flames, and it explained how she had so readily accepted it when she had first seen Tsuna's Dying Will mode.
"Who taught you?" Reborn asked.
"Several people have taught me several things about the Dying Will flame over the years. Iemitsu-sensei among them. Though, the use of my flame to imbue life into others, is new to me. Then again, it would since I've never met anyone else with a Moon flame. Before Iemitsu-sensei, the last teacher I had, possessed a Lightning flame." Roksana answered.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Reborn asked.
To this question, all he got was a look. After over a year around Roksana, Reborn, like several of her closer friends, knew that look. It was the look Roksana got on her face when there was a topic that she didn't want to discuss because it was getting a little too close things she wanted to keep under wraps. Now, after his conversation with Hibari and Tsuna, Reborn had a good idea on what was going on.
In order to further insure that Roksana could protect herself from the assassins coming after her, she had been taught to use her Dying Will flame. Which meant that this Nicoli and his men...could use them too.
"Does it really matter? Had I been completely in the dark, I wouldn't have progressed as far as I have. Don't worry about the details, just the result, Reborn." Roksana told him. "We have too much on our plates to be worried about yet another thing."
Reborn could see her point this argument. He watched as she pulled her three boxes out to stare down at them.
"I did learn something new about my flames, though. Something that I think...will give us an edge." Roksana added.
This caught Reborn's attention, intriguing him.
"What is it?" Reborn asked.
"Let's just call it a trump card and leave it at that, Reborn. For now, I need to get a few more details ironed out, so if you don't mind..."
Though Roksana left the sentence hanging, Reborn knew what she was asking. She wanted to be left alone. She had a point that they had enough on their plates already, so deciding he could talk to her later about this Nicoli and his connection to her, Reborn left.
He had other things to deal with before the night was up.
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That night Ryohei and Lal joined Kusakabe and Hibari in the Foundation hideout's meeting room.
"About time, huh. Hibari! Tomorrow, we grown-ups will show them how it's done, right?" Ryohei asked.
"No thanks." Hibari replied.
Kusakabe had to jump up and grab Ryohei as the man jumped up, ready to get into a fist fight with Hibari. Hibari didn't so much as glance at Ryohei as he took a sip of his tea as Kusakabe fought to keep him back.
"Let go! This man hasn't matured at all since middle school!" Ryohei snapped.
"It was never my goal to team up with any of you." Hibari told him, much to Ryohei's displeasure.
Kusakabe only released Ryohei when it was sure that the man wouldn't try to jump Hibari again. Once he released Ryohei, he turned to Lal Mirch.
"Lal Mirch, what will you do tomorrow?" Kusakabe asked.
"I'll go, of course. With more of us, our chances will be better." Lal replied.
"Don't be so reckless! Think of your condition! Even the kid dropped the idea of heading out from our secret base!" Ryohei told her.
"If you want to die, then die." Hibari added.
Kusakabe had to grab Ryohei again, as he jumped at Hibari. Once again, Hibari didn't even spare him a glance. He wasn't worried about Ryohei in the least as Kusakabe fought to keep the other man from attacking him.
"You're all excited, eh?" All four of them looked up as Reborn entered the room, wearing an indoor kimono just like Hibari, Ryohei and Lal. "How was it, Kusakabe? Are the results from the simulation of tomorrow's raid done yet? You called me here for that, right?"
"Yes, the hyper computer has calculated the success rate of tomorrow's fight. We estimated the number of people judging from the scale of the enemy's facilities. The result, taking the average fighting ability of the Millefiore into account, combined with other significant factors, the rate for success...is merely 0.0024%." Kusakabe told them. "This is actually quite an optimistic estimate which includes Lal Mirch's fighting power. If you consider the corrections made based on other major factors, our situation is bad no matter how you look at it."
"Well, that's just the way it is, though...Volkov claims she has a trump card that just might help us out of a particularly bad jam." Reborn remarked.
"She did?!" Ryohei asked.
"Did she say what?" Lal asked.
"No, but Volkov has never been one to share information until she's sure it's necessary." Reborn replied. "But she's also not one to boost her own abilities if she can't back them up. If she says she has something, she more than likely does. Now, whether of not it will actually get us out of a bad situation, is debatable."
While glad to hear that someone had a trump card, without any real field experience with her new weapons, none of them knew how much they could rely on Roksana's trump card.
"By the way, I heard that the Varia won't carry out a mission unless the success rate is over ninety percent. That's their standard in keeping with the renowned Varia quality." Kusakabe said, continuing the conversation.
"That's what it's like for professionals. Certainty is the priority, no chances are taken." Reborn told him.
"Hmph, an estimate that says we're bound to fail unless a miracle happens, is it? Keep this from Sawada and the others or they'll lose motivation." Lal remarked.
"Even if we shock them about this now, there won't be any other options." Ryohei said.
"I agree." Kusakabe piped in.
"So the figures are meaningless. If they were real pros, the estimates on fighting power and the odds would matter. But I think it's dumb to include them in our calculations, right when they're at the peak of their growth." Reborn told the others. "The things that can't be translated into numbers...that's where their strength lies."
"Glad to hear that someone has confidence in us."
A gasp sounding from Ryohei, all of them turned towards the door where the latest speaker stood, sliding the door shut behind her.
"Roksana-sama!" Kusakabe called in greeting.
Roksana said nothing in reply to him, her eyes scanning the five before her.
"If you don't want Tsuna and the others to guess at how badly you all think we're screwed, you might want to change your expressions. Even a blind person could see the "Oh, shit" looks on your faces." Roksana told them before turning to head towards the doorway into the hall leading to the bedrooms.
"How much did you hear?" Reborn asked.
"Enough." Roksana replied, sliding up the door when she reached it. "Just for the record...Ryohei, neither you or Hibari have changed since middle school. You're both still your normal, annoying selves."
"Wha...!? Hey!" Ryohei yelled as Roksana slid the door shut behind her.
After having their meeting eavesdropped on, Hibari insisted everyone leave. When he was the only one left, he rose to his feet and headed for Roksana's room. Sliding open the door, he froze in the doorway and blinked. Standing in the far corner of the room, twisting in front of a full length mirror, was Roksana wearing a kimono he hadn't seen out of it's box in over nine years.
The midnight blue, splashed with wispy silver clouds and twinkling stars, still looked as stunning on her as it had the first time he had seen it during a summer festival a long time ago. She had managed to get the sash tied on correctly, though it was too loose to be a good fit, but it didn't look any less good on her.
Catching sight of him out of the corner of her eyes, Roksana turned towards him.
"I'm surprise you and my future self kept this all these years." Roksana remarked, before heading for the closet. "I was going through the closet, trying to find something I can fight in, when I came across it in the very back. Do you remember the first time you ever handcuffed me to a bed?"
"You threatened to wear the kimono for Rokudo Mukuro." Hibari replied, finally finding his voice after being surprised.
"That I did. Admittedly, I was annoyed that night." Roksana said, reappearing from the closet.
She had taken off the kimono and came out of the closet in the night gown he had put her in when he had first brought her back to the hideout. Roksana walked over to the chest of drawers sitting against the wall and sat her three boxes on the top, reaching up to pull her hair out of it's pigtails. Hibari watched as platinum blonde locks tumbled down around her back. Watching those strands shift against the bare skin of her shoulders, Hibari was moving before he could think.
Roksana turned to look at him in surprise as he took hold of her wrist, turning her and tugging her into his arms. Threading his fingers into her hair, as he had done a hundred times before his era's Roksana died, he captured her mouth in a kiss. If everything went as they planned for it to the next day, that night would be his last time to kiss her, to hold her tightly to his body as he stole her breath away. After nine years without her, not seeing her, hearing her voice, feeling her body against his, he wanted more, but he knew that, one, Roksana would kill him, and two, now wasn't the time.
So he settled for the kiss.
That didn't mean his hands didn't have a mind of their own.
Roksana made a muffled protest into his mouth as his hand on her lower back, slid down until it sat firmly on her back side, pushing her hips flat against his own. In the next second, Roksana was pushing against his chest, breaking the kiss. Hibari looked down in amusement as she glared up at him.
"Do you remember what happened the last time you grabbed my ass?" she demanded.
"The last time I grabbed you like this, wasn't the last time my past self did it. The last I did this...you were a little too "preoccupied" to care." Hibari told her truthfully.
To his amusement, he watched as one of Roksana's rare blushes, colored her cheeks red. His amusement only lasted for a moment, though, before she slapped the sense out of him.
Not that she thought he had any sense in him.
Hibari released her, pressing a hand to his now throbbing cheek. The look he turned down on her, to Roksana, almost looked like he was pouting. It had her fighting not to smile at the look. She didn't think he would like that too much.
"When I get back to the past...I'm giving your past self a thorough kicking." she told him.
Ryoka calling for Roksana from down the hall, kept Hibari from saying anything back to her. Roksana moved past him as Ryoka came running into the room, carrying a very drunk little box weapon cat.
"Mama, look! Uncle Hayato's kitty smells funny!" Ryoka cheered, holding out the cat.
Roksana and Hibari stared down at the cat in their daughter's arms. The creature was certainly happy, clinging to a beer can.
"I wasn't aware that box weapons could even drink and eat, let along get drunk." Roksana remarked.
"I'll handle it. You put Ryoka back to bed." Hibari told her, grabbing the cat by the scruff to pull him out of Ryoka's arms.
Ryoka made a disappointed noise as Roksana picked her up and carried her back to her room. Roksana tucked the child back into her futon and pulled the covers up.
"Mama?"
"Yes, baby?" Roksana asked, tucking the girl in.
"Did you and Daddy always act like this?" Ryoka asked.
Roksana looked up at the girl's face, sitting back on her heels.
"Well, back in my time, we're always like this. Your daddy and I...we have a different kind of relationship, but it works for us. Sometimes, we annoy each other, and sometimes we anger each other, but-"
"But you still love each other!?" Ryoka asked, grinning widely.
"We still get along." Roksana corrected, Ryoka giggling. "What, did we not act this way when you were growing up?"
The look Ryoka gave Roksana, had the smile on Roksana's face faltering when Ryoka's smile vanished.
"Daddy said you died shortly after I was born, Mama."
So that was how it was.
Roksana could already picture several reason she would have died so early and all of them pointed back to her nasty habit of sacrificing herself for other people. She was snapped out of her thoughts when Ryoka reached out and took hold of her hand.
"Are you okay, Mama?" Ryoka asked.
"I'm fine sweetie. Don't you worry. When I get back to the past, I'll make sure you have your mama growing up, alright?" Roksana told the child.
"Right!"
Roksana tucked Ryoka back into bed and returned to her room. So...she died in just a little over a year from her present day, and Hibari knew it. She had to wonder why he didn't tell her, wondered what, exactly, had happened they day of her death.
Hibari returned from returning Uri to Gokudera, to find Roksana standing in the middle of her room, fiddling with the Vongola ring on her finger. She heard him the moment he opened the door, but she didn't look up.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.
"What are you talking about?"
Roksana looked up at Hibari and he knew, looking into her eyes, that she had found out about something that had upset her.
"Why didn't you tell me that I've been dead for nine years in this era?"
Hibari's jaw clenched. He knew Ryoka must have said something to Roksana. What got him, though, was that, looking into her eyes, he didn't see fear, he didn't see anger. There was none of the feelings he thought he would see in the eyes of a teenage girl who had just found out she had around a year to live.
Instead, he found calm acceptance.
Roksana wasn't stupid. Knowing herself as well as she did, she had probably connected the dots and arrived at the fact that she had sacrificed herself for someone else. That she had died so that another person could live, even if she didn't know who that other person was.
And that was fine with her.
And that pissed him off.
"Are you angry?" he asked.
"No."
"You should be. You shouldn't-"
"Hibari, shut up." Hibari stiffened when Roksana told him this, ready to get even angrier, but then she did something he had never seen her do. She held out her arms. "Come here."
While expecting her to pull a last minute switch on him and hit him, Hibari closed the door behind him and approached her. To his surprise, instead, she reached up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. But it was no where near as surprising as what she said directly into his ear next.
"I'm sorry, I can't imagine how difficult it was for you to raise Ryoka on your own." she told him.
He had never expected to hear Roksana apologize, though he noticed, she didn't apologize for allowing herself to die. And if he was being realistic...she probably never would either. For the moment, he was going to bask in a rare moment he was sure to never get again in his life. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he picked her up and carried her to the futon, ready for sleep.
Although, with protesting from Roksana, who didn't like to be carried anywhere.
After so many nights of little sleep, Roksana fell asleep quickly, wrapped up in Hibari's arms. She slept soundly until, some time in the middle of the night, she was awoken by Hibari climbing out of the futon. Raising her head off the pillow, she peered up at him as he headed for the door.
"Hibari? What's wrong?" she asked in a voice heavy with sleepiness.
"Its nothing. Go back to sleep." he told her.
Too tired to really argue with him, she flopped back into the pillows, curling up with his pillow. Hibari paused long enough to pull the covers back up over her before heading for the door. He had just slid the door open when Roksana spoke again, showing just how well she knew him.
"Don't get too injured."
Hibari glanced back over his shoulder but Roksana was already slipping back into sleep. Grinning to himself, he left the room, letting her get what little more sleep she could before things went down.
Not long after that, Roksana was awoken by a nearby explosion that had her scrambling into her clothes and grabbing her gear, leaving Ryoka to Kusakabe.
Looked like it was time for this party to get started.
END
Kyandi: You guys have not idea how tempted I was to write a different kind of scene between Roksana and Hibari.
Roksana: But that would have been out of the story's rating and wouldn't fit into her planned plot line.
Kyandi: Doesn't mean I wasn't still tempted.
Roksana: Yeah well...keep it to yourself.
Kyandi: I'm going to have to...for now.
Roksana: Forever! I'm not getting pregnant in middle school!
Kyandi: And you won't...
Roksana: What was that pause for?
Kyandi: Nothing. Anyway, everyone enjoy and review.
Roksana: Uh-huh...We'll be back tomorrow.
Kyandi: Bye-bye!