Kyandi: Hey, guys! We're back!
Roksana: Kyandi-sama has finally settled her issues so we should be able to return to an update every day.
Kyandi: Which is good because we'll soon be coming up on Roksana finding out some very interesting things about her family.
Roksana: Should be an interesting reveal.
Kyandi: Not as interesting as the pictures Dino's going to send to Hibari.
Roksana: What was that?
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Chapter 55 Tarzan Not George
That night, Roksana joined Timoteo's meeting, arriving at the man's office to find Iemitsu already there with Timoteo, Basil, and an infant version of Lal Mirch. Roksana knocked on the door before entering, all attention turning to her. Just judging from the look in Iemitsu's eyes as he quickly tucked away papers he had sat in front of Timoteo, Roksana knew they had been talking about her.
She played dumb, though, and turned her attention to Lal, instead.
"Hello, Lal Mirch. It's been a while." Roksana greeted.
"Ah, yes. I remember you from those future memories. Volkov, right?" Lal asked, looking up at the girl.
"Yes. I have to say...it's nice to not have to look up to speak to you." Roksana remarked.
"I wish I could say the same thing." Lal retorted, putting a grin on Roksana's face. "You adjust quickly, seeing me like this after being use to seeing me as an adult."
"Yes, well...I've had a rather strange year and a half. At this point, I don't think there's anything that could surprise me anymore." Roksana told her simply.
"Come and sit, Roksana." Timoteo told her, gesturing to the couches and armchairs set up in front of the desk where he sat.
Roksana claimed herself a set in an armchair just as Coyote and Visconti entered the room, talking lowly. The remaining ninth generation guardians followed suit, Ganauche pulling the doors shut tightly behind him. It was only after everyone had claimed a seat that Timoteo started their little meeting.
"As you all know, recently there was a leak of information. A flash drive got out containing some sensitive information. Thankfully, our young Roksana here, was able to retrieve the flash drive." Timoteo said, holding up said flash drive.
Roksana knew better than to try to ask what was on the flash drive.
"Needless to say, the person behind the leak, is still at large." Iemitsu added. "His name is Marco Ricci. We've managed to track him, but security around him, is tight."
"With an informant like that, it's not surprising. Whoever got him to spill, will keep him close now that the flash drive had been returned." Roksana remarked.
"Exactly. Now, we've got him under surveillance, but the only time security around him is weakened, is during transport." Iemitsu told them, handing out security photos of the man in question.
Roksana took one, looking down at a man who had to be in his forties with thinning, mud brown hair, shifty eyes, and pretty plain face. If she had seen him in a crowd, she might have over looked him as another face in the crowd. Which, if she thought about it, made him the perfect kind of person to be an information leak.
No one ever expected the plain man.
"So we hit them during transport before they can get him to their boss, right?" Croquant asked.
"Exactly." Iemitsu confirmed.
"And I fit into this how?" Roksana asked, shifting through the different photos.
"According the memories Lal was given, you recently gained a new mode of transportation, didn't you?" Iemitsu asked.
Roksana stopped her shifting to look up from the photos when Iemitsu said this. She found a grin on his face as he looked back at her. It took her a moment to figure out what he was suggesting.
"Wait...you want me to go flying through the Italian skyline, propelled by flames? Are we trying to make a spectacle of me?" Roksana replied.
"Not the method I was thinking about. You have a more discreet one, now don't you?" Iemitsu asked.
At this, Roksana raised her left hand, looking down at the Vongola ring on her hand, Tsukuyomi's ring shining back at her from beside it. Since coming back from the future, she hadn't tried to see if she could still use Tsukuyomi's Cambio Forma.
"You want me to Tarzan my way through the middle of Italy...sounds like fun." Roksana remarked.
"Well, you are the best at taking the high ground." Iemitsu told her.
"Depends on what you mean by "taking the high ground"." Roksana retorted.
Iemitsu grinned at the that one. He was well aware, painfully so even, that if angered enough, Roksana could be incredibly spiteful and a little petty. At times like that, "taking the high ground" was not an option for her.
"Besides...it's better Tarzan than George of the jungle." Iemitsu told her.
"Ha! Funny reference, I like it." Roksana said, getting to her feet to start pacing while she continued to shift through the photos. "My possibility of crashing into things isn't of concern."
"Then what is your concern? I've seen you navigate a space with chains alone, before. Are you concerned about failure?" Iemitsu asked.
"Not quite." Roksana replied.
"Then what is the problem?" Croquant asked as she passed him.
"While I can summon forth Notte, Tsukuyomi and Belyy with ease, so much so that they even come forth on their own, at times, I'm not sure I can use Tsukuyomi's Cambio Forma. I would need that if I wish to have access to my Talons. I haven't tried it since coming back from the future." Roksana admitted.
"Only one way to find out," Iemitsu told her, gesturing to the rings on her left hand.
Roksana looked down at the rings and heaved a sigh before holding her left arm straight out.
"Tsukuyomi, come out, please." Roksana requested.
There was a screeching call before silver flames blazed to life from the bird-shaped ring along side her Vongola ring. The flames took the shape of a phoenix perched on her hand. The bird gave a mighty stretch of his wings before he settled in to preen his feathers.
"A phoenix?" Ganauche asked, peering closely at the bird.
Roksana fought back a grin when she swore Tsukuyomi puffed his chest out in pride. Just for show, the bird gave a flap of his wings, spreading them out wide, and thrilled.
"Alright, Tsukuyomi, that's enough. Pride is an ugly image for so refined a creature as you." Roksana lightly scolded the bird. Tsukuyomi tucked his wings back in and gave a chirp in apology. "If you don't mind, Tsukuyomi...Cambio Forma."
Tsukuyomi spread his wings with another thrill before bursting into silver flames. Those flames traveled up the span of Roksana's left arm, twisting around her body to the ring shoulder and down the length of her right arm. When they reached her finger tips, the flames fizzled out, leaving Roksana in the talon tipped gloves that was the Cambio Forma form of Tsukuyomi. Roksana held her arms out before her, turning her hands to curling her fingers in, the wickedly sharp talons flashing in the light.
"What do you know...it still works. Well, this will makes fights far quicker...and messier, if I'm being honest." Roksana remarked.
"They're actual talons." Nie remarked, shifting forward to examine the metal tipping the ends of each of Roksana's fingers.
"As close to talons as a human like me can get." Roksana agreed.
"They look extremely sharp." Ganauche said, reaching out to tap the end of one talon with his finger tip.
"I wouldn't if I were y-"
"Ow!"
Roksana heaved a sigh as the man pulled his finger back, blood welling up from where he had pricked his finger. Curling her fingers in, Roksana pulled her hands out of reach of everyone else, Iemitsu handing Ganauche a tissue to wrap his finger in.
"They're sharp enough to shred steel and cement. Your poor finger might as well be tissue paper." Roksana told Ganauche. "Might want to keep your hands away."
"Now that that's settled, can we count on you?" Iemitsu asked her.
Roksana looked up at him as her gloves dissloved into flames, Tsukuyomi reappearing to perch on her shoulder. Reaching up to pet the bird's head, Roksana nodded.
"It'll be interesting...seeing Italy from a bird's eye view."
Personally, Iemitsu couldn't wait to see their mole's face when Roksana swooped in to deal with him.
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"Do you see him?"
The next morning found Roksana sitting on the roof of a fifty story building, peering down at the busy streets of the city below through a pair of binoculars. The building she was focused on, was a high-end hotel. At the moment, there was a limo parked in front of the building, four burly men standing guard around it, as if they were waiting on something.
"I don't see the mole, yet, but I'm pretty sure the guarded limo out front is for him." Roksana replied over her shoulder to where Iemitsu, Basil, Ganauche and Croquant waited.
"Are you going to be able to get there from here without any problems?" Iemitsu asked near her left ear.
Roksana scanned the buildings between her and the hotel, taking in the distances between them and the likely hood of her being spotted from the ground. All of the buildings around them and around the hotel, were pretty tall and most of the people walking the sidewalks, weren't inclined to look upwards towards the top floors of the buildings. That would give her plenty of room to work with.
"Yeah, I should be able to manage just fine. Just grab him and get him out of there without getting either of us killed or getting into a fight, right?" Roksana asked.
"Exactly." Iemitsu replied.
"Just leave it to me, then." Roksana said, holding the binoculars out over her shoulder.
Someone took them from her as she stretched her arms, joints popping. Holding her arms out in front of her, she called Tsukuyomi out, requesting him to transform. Once her gloves were in place, she easily climbed her way up onto the guard rail, air rushing up the side of the building to blow her bangs back from her face.
"You sure you know what you're doing, kiddo?" Ganauche asked her.
Roksana spun on her heel easily, watching as a brief look of concern crossed Ganauche and Croquant's faces. She couldn't blame the two. They still didn't know her that well. Of course they would be a little concerned. Iemitsu and Basil, though, were relaxed, even as Roksana's heels drew close to the edge.
"Anyone ever tell you that you worry too much? Don't worry, I don't blame you. After all, you don't really know me that well. You'll learn though. I'll be back." Roksana said, giving them a two finger salute.
Then she let her body fall backwards.
Ganauche and Croquant rushed to the guard rail, looking down only to catch sight of Roksana as she swung away on a wire she had sent flying toward the next building. They watched as she effortlessly traversed the building tops, making her way towards the hotel. Landing on the roof of the building over from the hotel, Roksana caught sight of her target as he climbed into the limo, the four guards following him into the vehicle.
She had missed the opening to snag him before he was in the limo, but that was fine. She noticed that the sun roof was open and she could spy her mole through it, sitting between two of the burly men on the back seat. She would just have to make a chance of her own and snatch the man when they least expected someone to pop in.
Following the car as it moved, Roksana moved down the street, keeping one eye peeled for anyone who could spy her and the other on the car. She got her chance quick enough, though, as the limo came to a stop at a corner, waiting to turn. Roksana anchored two of her talons on the roof of the building on the corner before she dropped.
Five men jolted, jaws dropping in shock, when she came dropping in from the sun roof, landing at the feet of her very target. Looking up at the astonished man before her, Roksana grinned. It was then that one of the guards behind her spotted the Vongola crest on the back of one of her gloves.
"That crest! She's Vongola! Grab her!" the man ordered.
"Sorry, boys, but I'm just dropping in to borrow something." Roksana replied before jumping forward.
She seized hold of her target before the other men could grab her. Four men came jumping towards her, intending to dog pile her but, with a tug of wires, Roksana, her target tucked under one arm, was yanked back out the sun roof. When she landed on the roof of the build, she peered back down at the men trying to scramble out of the limo.
"Tupitsa." Roksana muttered, calling the men "dumbasses" before she took off again.
"Put me down!" the man, Marco, yelled at her.
"Do you really want me to do that right now?" Roksana asked as she swung herself out over a street to the next building.
Marco got a clear view of the ground below and went white in the face, his hands gripping her instead of pushing at her grip.
"No!" he yelled over the rush of air.
"I didn't think so. Just be quite. You'll have firm ground under your feet again, soon enough." Roksana told him, jumping from the next roof.
"To think Vongola would send a little girl. Pathe-"
Marco trailed off, a scream bubbling up out of his throat as Roksana let go of him, letting him drop towards the ground. She quickly swooped down to scoop him back up, taking off once more.
"What to say something else I might find insulting, because next time, I won't save you. I know just the perfect height to drop you from that would leave you in horrible pain, but won't kill you." Roksana told him.
The man fell silent.
He didn't utter another sound until Roksana landed back on the rooftop where her companions waited and she dropped him before them. He instantly protested her rough treatment of him until he saw the men looking down at him. He knew he was dead meat then. His eyes went back to Roksana, accusation in their depths. Not that Roksana really cared.
Croquant and Iemitsu seized him by his arms and toted him towards the door leading back into the building, Ganauche and Basil followed. Roksana brought up the rear, deciding to leave her gloves as they were for the moment. They headed downstairs, where Timoteo waited with the rest of his guardians. Marco fought with Croquant and Iemitsu the whole way into the room, Roksana pulling the doors closed behind her before turning to face the room.
"Well, well. Splendid job, my dear." Timoteo called to Roksana.
"Of course, Ninth. It actually wasn't all that difficult. They were too shocked by the sight of a girl dropping from the sky to react in time." Roksana replied.
"Cake pop? I had them prepared for your return." Timoteo told her, gesturing to a tray sitting on the desk behind him.
"Oh! Don't mind if I do." Roksana said happily, approaching the desk to snag one off the tray.
She popped it into her mouth, and swiped three more off the tray as Iemitsu and Croquant deposited Marco in front of Timoteo. Once he was there, on his knees and he was sure Marco wouldn't move, Iemitsu turned to Roksana as she polished off another cake pop and picked up two more so that she was now carrying four.
"Don't eat too many of those, Roksana. You'll make yourself sick." Iemitsu told her.
"Nonsense. I have a stomach made of steel." Roksana replied before heading to the couch where Basil sat.
She dropped to sit next to the boy, offering him one of the cake pops. Basil took it with a smile and the girl turned back to her own cake pops, carefully eating them while avoiding nicking herself with her talons. Crossing her legs, she sat back to enjoy her treat, watching as the adults worked.
"Marco Ricci. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Timoteo asked.
There was no need to ask if he had done it, for that was obvious, and, in the mafia, betrayal was never received well. The man knew this and grit his teeth. If he was going to hell anyway, he might as well dig his own grave.
It had never been said that Marco Ricci was a smart man.
"It was one of your lap dogs that got the flash drive back, wasn't it?" Marco demanded.
"The very same girl that brought you here." Iemitsu told him.
Marco twisted to look back at Roksana, who waved back at him, flashing shiny talons at him. Marco clicked his tongue in annoyance, turning back to look up at Timoteo.
"Getting little bitches like that to do your dirty work, Timoteo? That low even for a bastard like you." Marco snapped.
The moment the word "bitches" left Marco's mouth, almost every man in the room groaned, Iemitsu turning towards Roksana.
"Roksana, don't-"
It was to late.
Marco stiffened, his body going as ridged as a board when he felt the ice cold metal of talons curling in around his throat. He tilted his head back, trying to remain as still as possible as he felt the very tips of the talons scrape across his skin. Then he felt the hot bellowing gust of breath on his ear. Coyote stepped froward, to ask Roksana to back off, but Timoteo stopped him. He wanted to see how Roksana handled this.
"Setting aside the fact that you just called me a bitch, and I really hate that word, what I hate even more, is someone having the gull to disrespect someone I happen to have a great deal of esteem for. So, before I can lose my temper with you, why don't you apologize and just answer the nice man's questions, because I assure you...he's far nicer than I'm going to be." Roksana told him.
"Y-you can't kill me! You'll g-get nothing from m-me if you do!" Marco gasped, feeling the prick of her talons and the drip of blood as they broke skin.
"No, you're right, I can't, and I won't, but these talons of mine can rip through steel and concrete." Roksana said, leaning forward until her mouth was right by his ear. "Imagine what they could do to your limbs and bones without me killing you. Did you know that the human body can survive for a few more minutes past being skinned alive before it bleeds out and dies of dehydration?"
That got Marco's attention, the man biting back a whimper as he tried to play it off with bravado.
"I'm not scared of you, girl." he said.
"Are you sure? I can feel the thundering beat of your heart, right here, that suggest otherwise." Roksana replied, pressing the pads of two fingers into the rapidly pulsing line of his carotid artery. "How about cutting the brave act. You already have two offensives against you with calling me a bitch and being rude to the Ninth. Don't make it three strikes by lying to me."
This time, the man couldn't keep the whimper bubbling up in his throat from spilling out. Feeling the press of her talons against his throat, hearing the promising threat of pain in her tone, he had a feeling that, despite her age, she could, and would, hurt him badly.
"You know, I have a bad tendency, when men call me a bitch, of starting my revenge with their groins. Usually with rupturing their testicles. So, tell me, sir...are you going to play nice for Ninth, or do I have to play naughty?" Roksana asked.
She felt the wobble of his Adam's apple as he tried to swallow past the lump in his throat. Wincing when that caused her talons to cut him again, Marco fell as still as he could get.
"I-I'll answer, so...so please...let go!" he pleaded.
"Good boy." Roksana said, releasing him.
Marco instantly sagged forward, his hands clamping down over his throat as he gasped for air. Roksana stood to her feet. Turning her eyes to Timoteo, she bowed her head to him, gesturing to Marco on the floor.
"Thank you, Roksana." Timoteo told her.
"Of course, sir. Some people just need a little...help with deciding what's best for them." Roksana said, turning to head back to the couch.
It was ironic that she said that when most of those around her, thought the exact same thing about her.
But now was not the time to get into that.
Roksana ended up claiming a seat in a chair right beside Marco, her nearby presence a constant threat that should he try to lie or be rude, she would swoop in and make him pay for it. They wrung all the information out of him as they could, finding out that, thankfully, outside of the flash drive, Marco hadn't been able to spill any information.
Once they were done with him, Visconti, Nie, and Brabanter took him away. Roksana didn't ask what would be done with Marco, for she had a pretty good idea on what that would be.
Traitors had a pretty bad fate among the mafia.
When they were gone, it left Roksana with Timoteo, Iemitsu, Basil, Coyote, Ganauche, and Croquant. Roksana, by the time attention returned to her, Roksana had polished off the last of the cake pops on the tray, a content look on her face as she stacked the toothpicks on the now empty tray.
"Did you enjoy those?" Ganauche asked, chuckling as his hands went to his hips.
"Yes. If I'm being honest, though...it just made me even hungrier. Using Tsukuyomi's Cambio Forma always drains me and leaves me hungry." Roksana told him.
This had all of them laughing at not only how honest she was with her hunger, but the fact that she acted like she hadn't just kidnapped and threatened a man.
They all had a feeling that Roksana, unlike Tsuna, wouldn't have an issue fitting into the mafia.
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The last remaining week and a half of Roksana's time in Italy flew by with the girl splitting her time between the Varia, Timoteo's guardians and even Iemitsu and Cedef. Many among the higher ups in Vongola and it's affiliated groups, found out quick that Roksana had a lot of energy and sending her bouncing back and forth between the groups, did very little to wear the girl out.
Or, at least, that's what she claimed.
While she was in Italy, Dino insisted on having one day where he could have Roksana, as well. Roksana had thought she might get to see how a young mafia boss handled the business of his family, but, instead, she found herself on a tour of Rome, Dino deciding to take her sight seeing while he had her. It wasn't bad, and all of the accidents of Dino tumbling down stairs or tripping over air whenever Romario left them alone for a moment, had Roksana fighting not to split a seam from laughing.
While it had been amusing though, Roksana got the unwanted chance to find out what it was like to the be the little sister of a rich older brother with a little sister complex. Dino spoiled her with all the treats she could eat, buying just about everything that caught her eyes, even when she didn't say anything. Roksana quickly learned not to let her eyes linger on anything for long. He even bought her a charm bracelet from which he hung a horse-shaped charm.
It was about the only thing among the various trinkets he bought her that she actually liked.
For some reason, though, the charm bracelet became a sort of contest. By the time she got back to her room at the main Vongola estates, she found a small box sitting on the desk in her room. When she asked her maid, Suzie, where it had come from, she told Roksana that "Master Xanxus had it sent over."
Roksana instantly jumped away from the box, grabbed Suzie's broom, and proceeded to poke the box from behind a chair.
Laughing out loud at how silly Roksana was acting, Suzie opened the box for Roksana, the girl watching from behind the chair with a fierce glare directed towards the box. The first thing Suzie pulled out was a note. It simply read, "Put this on, scum, and don't take it off.". Under the note, was a small, velvet jewelry box that held a small charm that looked like the liger box weapon the future Xanxus had had.
Roksana had the urge to throw the charm away because Xanxus ordered her to wear it.
Suzie wouldn't allow that and put the charm on her bracelet, herself.
As a "reward" for doing so well with helping them with Marco, Iemitsu sent her a charm that he had Lal and Basil help him pick out. Roksana ended up with a third charm in the shape of a bundle of herbs. Roksana thought it was clever and funny since everyone in Cedef, minus Iemitsu, had names related back to herbs and spices.
On the day Roksana was to fly home, several of the others were busy. Iemitsu had work to do, so he sent Basil to see her off. Xanxus and the others of Varia, were too busy as well, Xanxus sending her a message not to "die pathetically". Roksana rolled her eyes at that one. Timoteo was dealing issues of his own and had Ganauche and Coyote escort her to the airport with Basil and Dino, where a private plane waited for her.
To make sure she got home and into the hands of Dimitri and Maeve safely, Dino and Basil would be flying to Japan with her. Both would have to instantly return to Italy, but that was fine. It wasn't like it was going to be the last time she got to see either of the two. Roksana also didn't tell any of her friends she was coming home, simply because she knew if she told them, Hibari would find out, and after a nearly fifteen hour flight, that was the last thing she wanted to deal with.
Ganauche and Coyote saw them off at the airport, Ganauche giving her a hug and a, "See you later, kiddo.", Coyote patting her on the head before giving her a small box. He told her that it was a gift from Timoteo and the ninth generation guardians. When Roksana opened it, she found another charm for her bracelet, this one was shaped like something she loved dearly, the Roman numeral nine etched into it's surface.
Roksana nearly snorted her laughter as she asked, "Is that a cake ball!?".
Apparently, the men that made up the Ninth Boss and his Guardians, had a sense of humor.
She bid them goodbye and boarded the plane. By the time she arrived in Japan fifteen hours later, she was so tired from the flight that she barely had it in her to bid Basil and Dino goodbye after greeting Dimitri and Maeve and her and her mountain load of new clothes and souvenirs home before falling face first on her bed and instantly falling asleep.
She would leave unpacking for when she got home from school the next day.
That is, if Hibari didn't try to beat her for being gone for a month.
While most suffered from jet lag after a long flight like hers, Roksana slept like a log and woke up feeling fine the next morning. Excited to see her friends again, and possibly get her hands on little scheming Reborn, Roksana set out to met up with her friends on their way to school. Gokudera was yelling at Yamamoto for something, Tsuna caught between the two. All three had their backs to her as she silently approached. It was when she was less than ten feet from them that she heard her name.
"You idiot! What do you think Roksana would say? Huh!?" Gokudera demanded.
"What would I say about what?"
The opening was too good of a chance, and a grin spread across her face as Gokudera and Tsuna both jumped, all three boys spinning around to face her. The three let out a coursed cry of her name.
"You're back! When did you get back?" Tsuna asked.
"Last night. I was so tired though, that I just fell right to sleep and didn't text or call. Sorry about that." Roksana told them.
"How was it in Italy?" Yamamoto asked.
"Hmm...nothing really worth mentioning." Roksana replied.
She decided there wasn't really any point in telling them about the assassination attempts. They worried enough as it was.
The three hounded her with questions as they headed to school. The members of the Disciplinary Committee at the school gate greeted her happily, the two looking so relieved to see her that they were almost in tears.
Apparently, Hibari had been about ten times the hellion he usually was, while she was gone.
It seemed she was going to have to correct this before she could get back to a normal life at school, so, leaving her friends behind, Roksana headed for the Reception Room. She was sure Hibari had probably already caught sight of her from the Reception Room window, since he liked to watch the school gate from there in the mornings.
Many of the friends she had in other classes and members of her committee, greeted her as she passed them, many of the committee members expressing just how over joyed they were to see her back, further making her positive that Hibari had thrown a fit while she was away. Ready to give him a piece of her mind, she just threw open the door to the Reception Room, opening her mouth to rip him a new one, when she noticed the room was empty.
Looking around the room, Roksana closed her mouth, wondering where in the hell the boy could have gone. Every morning, without fail, from the first day she had met him, he spent the mornings in the Reception Room, sitting in the window watching the students as they arrived. Today, though, he wasn't in his usual spot.
"Where could he have gon-"
Roksana cut off as the sudden feeling of silent rage hit her like a ton of bricks from behind. Too late, she realized the trap for what it was as Hibari slammed the door shut behind her.
He had been hiding behind the door, waiting for her.
Roksana whipped around, already reaching for the sansetsukon strapped to her thigh, only to have the air driven from her lungs as he hit her hard, driving a shoulder into her gut. In the next moment, he threw her on to the couch, Roksana gasping air back into her lungs. That air left her lungs again when he dropped on top of her.
Panicking, for more than one reason, Roksana shoved a hand up into his face, trying to push him back enough to wiggle her way out from under him. Hibari grabbed her wrist, forcing her hands away from his person and pinning them on either side of her head. Now pinned under him, Roksana looked up at his face, her two toned eyes meeting his dark ones.
"Is this how you greet people? If it is, no wonder no one wants you to greet them." Roksana remarked sourly.
Hibari didn't say anything back to her, just merely stared down at her. His eyes traveled over her, as if searching for something, before they finally landed on the charm bracelet around her wrist. Clamping his hand fully around her wrist, he lifted it, bringing the bracelet closer to his face. He then proceeded to glare at the thing.
"What?" Roksana asked. "It was a gift from Dino."
Probably not the best thing to tell Hibari.
She saw the twitch of one eyebrow before his eyes shifted back to her face. Pinning the wrist back to the couch cushion, he leaned in closer. Roksana stiffened, suddenly very aware of the position she was in and how close his face was getting. Then his head dropped, Roksana only stiffening further as his nose pressed against her skin, the boy burying his face in the crook of her neck, nosing under the collar of her shirt.
"What are you doin...Hibari you asshole!"
Roksana struggled anew, cursing the boy in Russian after feeling him bite down on her neck, his lips sealing around the injury to suck. She was well aware that she was going to have a horribly vivid hickie on her neck thanks to him.
"You have got to stop biting me! Get off before I kick your ass!" Roksana told him.
As Roksana finally got free of him, everyone on the third floor of the school could hear the yells in Russian followed by the crashing sound of thing shattering against walls. Upon hearing the noise, everyone knew that the Disciplinary Committee vice-chairman was back home. Even as Roksana angrily threw things at Hibari for, yet again, biting her her, she couldn't help but think that it was good to be home.
Well...somewhat.
END
Kyandi: He really is the jealous type.
Roksana: There's nothing to be jealous of.
Kyandi: Are you saying that you recognize that he has feelings for you?
Roksana: Are you retarded? No.
Kyandi: Wow, harsh much? When are you going to admit that you like him and he likes you?
Roksana: When someone pops up with an all new flame.
Kyandi: ...hehe...
Roksana: What are you giggling about?
Kyandi: Oh, you'll see. For now, everyone, enjoy and review.
Roksana: We'll be back tomorrow.
Kyandi: Bye-bye!