I Want A Cloudy Sky For My Wedding
Summary: Don Cavallone is getting married and Tsuna and all of his Guardians are invited. Quite a few people are surprised by this, Reborn especially, as he had seen how his former student looked at a certain skylark. However, when the wedding turns out to be more than it seems, will the Cloud unleash an unforgiving torrent? Or will it drift away, never to return, out of reach forever?
"And that's what happened," Hibari overheard the Baby giving his uncle the rundown of the whole situation and finally finishing the tale, but he was too amused by how wary everyone still was of potentially triggering Fon's more 'Hibari-like' temper to interfere in any way. Besides, he had delicious food in front of himself and he had managed to find himself a table in a corner to finally be able to avoid everyone else who might have the stupid idea to socialize with him.
He has had enough socializing to last him a decade, if not longer, from the last few days. He deserves some peace and quiet and some time to himself.
Not that Bucking Horse and Fon understood such concepts, but at least they knew him well enough to just come by to 'check on him' every once in a while instead of loitering around too much while he was eating. And at least his Disciplinary Committee was competent enough to keep the curious girls and young women away, since they seem to have taken a great interest in him ever since he reappeared, clean of enemy blood and in his white suit that seems to, regrettably, turn him into a magnet for pretty much everyone's attention, be it male or female, curious or admiring or shocked. Even Bucking Horse, who had already seen him in this getup, can't help but steal glances every now and then, which was ridiculous since the blond was the handsome-looking one in his own suit.
It was no wonder Michaelo the tailor had asked him on multiple occasions before to model for his store and designs. The Don was the definition of eye candy. Even someone like Hibari could easily admit to that, though his own interest will always be drawn first by strength rather than appearance.
Thankfully, Gokudera Hayato and Yamamoto Takeshi continued their streak of making hapless girls fall for them for their good looks, which were enhanced by the fashionable suits, and even Sasagawa Ryohei seems to be getting admirers. Another person who was getting a lot of interest was Rokudo Mukuro himself, who looked like a completely different person in a suit, even though it was borrowed from Bucking Horse's closet from his own teen years. Though Chrome Dokuro's firm presence by his side dissuaded most girls from being insistent on his attention, which was a shame. Let the pineapple suffer like the rest of them.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was also garnering himself some attention, though that was mostly because of his status as the future boss of a famiglia like Vongola, and the little cow child was getting a lot of negative attention for being such a loud and messy eater. That kid with a huge book in his hands was also entertaining the crowd by ... ranking random, senseless things? Mafioso were strange.
The other girls that had followed them to Italy for Bucking Horse's 'wedding' also seemed to have admirers, though Gokudera Hayato's older sister seemed more intent on 'babying' the Baby and acting like that's what lovers did, but that's none of Hibari's business, and the little Chinese girl that had given him chocolates ended up being his uncle's apprentice and was trying to gather the courage to approach him at the table that the Arcobaleno had taken for themselves, surrounded by a crowd of curious onlookers that were either the Baby's fans or just busybodies sticking their noses into other people's business.
Hibari wasn't blind to the fact that a part of that table's attention was the topic being discussed - mainly him and what he had done in a week's time since stepping foot onto Italian soil - but he simply didn't care. Namimori was his home and nothing in Italy could truly interest him enough to entice him to stay for prolonged periods of time. In fact, if he didn't know better, he'd think he'd started getting a bit homesick. People there at least never made him go out of his way to show them that they are just weak little herbivores, unlike here where he actually has to actively discipline fools left and right. Sure, he will admit to this being a somewhat fun excursion, but he definitely prefers Namimori's discipline to the craziness that goes on in this foreign land.
Besides, he'll probably have to return one day. He is, after all, Vongola Decimo's Cloud Guardian. Until that day comes, though, he's more than content in Namimori.
"Do you mind if I join you for a while, Kyoya?" The boy in question looked up at the question and arched an eyebrow at his favorite herbivore, the Bucking Horse himself. The blond smiled sunnily, if sheepishly, at him. "Come on. I haven't properly talked with you for two days and I've been really worried about you for a second there, Kyoya, since this isn't your usual stomping ground and there are a lot more dangerous people around here than in Namimori."
"None more dangerous than me, as it turns out. How boring," the prefect said but gestured for the Cavallone to join him.
Dino laughed, a genuine and a bit relieved sound, his eyes filled with that same fondness Hibari will probably never truly understand despite knowing, technically, what it was. "I guess I never should have doubted you. You are Hibari Kyoya, after all. I guess it's just that my herbivorous heart couldn't help itself, ne?"
The younger of the two hummed. "That's the second time now, Bucking Horse. My, my, how daring of you." The Don just blinked at him, confused. Hibari smirked. "You seriously need to stop confessing to me, Dino. As endearing as it is now, it will get old real fast and then I'll really have to bite you to death."
"What do you mean?"
The skylark slanted an amused glance at him. "I absolutely love even that dangerous part of you Kyoya, but that's seriously beyond human, I believe is what you said just a few hours ago." It was actually pretty entertaining to watch Dino go from his usual healthy light tan to pale as a sheet only to turn tomato red seconds later. "I will admit to confusion on that account, as I know perfectly well that I am not exactly a ... 'lovable' person, no matter what my uncle may think or say, but I will admit to a certain ... tolerance towards you that I do not exactly harbor for others. Take it or leave it, Bucking Horse, because I refuse to be bound, even in something like this."
"Jesus Christ, Kyoya," Dino half groaned, half whispered into both of his palms as he all but doubled over the table, hiding his face, sounding both fond and despairing and somehow incredulously happy. "You're going to be the death of me if you keep acting that cute."
"In which way and what manner am I cute, Cavallone?" Asked the Cloud, feeling the urge for a tick to develop at his temple, just daring the blond to say something stupid. "And the only way I will be the death of you is by biting you to death."
"Somehow, despite everything, this still turned out to be the happiest day of my life. Or at least so far," Bucking Horse said as he finally looked up and graced Hibari with the softest expression he was capable of. Hibari actually wondered for a second if he was going to go blind and then his whole being questioned how anyone could possibly have such a reaction to seeing his own usually stoic face. "I hope to have many happy days ahead of me, hopefully with you at my side, Kyoya. And don't worry; I definitely won't restrain you or hold you back in any way. I know you well enough to know what my fate would be if I tried. We can go at whatever pace you want. Besides!" The sunny grin he was on the receiving end of made Hibari itch for the handle of his tonfa. "This already feels like celebrating our own wedding! What with you being in white and actually tolerating a crowded room-"
"What did you just say?" An eerily calm and pleasant voice said from the far end of the table and Hibari sighed while Dino flinched as they both turned to face one overly calm Storm Arcobaleno.
"Fon," Kyoya greeted, because their earlier 'reunion' hadn't exactly been a chance to properly greet each other after years of not seeing each other at all. Fon had been in China when Mukuro had happened, but he had flown to Japan as soon as he realized something was up. By the time he got to Namimori, Hibari was already being treated by Vongola's medical team so he didn't interfere because at that point, no one had known their connection, if perhaps the Baby had suspected something. For the Varia debacle, he was not allowed to interfere and Hibari had not exactly been in Namimori for most of the conflict. He got a call from his uncle when the martial artist found out he had been injured and then poisoned twenty four hours later, but he had not visited because Hibari had not wanted him to. The Baby and another blond baby had been present most of their stay in the hospital and Fon had been clear on his reluctance to interact with his fellow Arcobaleno unless he absolutely must.
More so because he had figured out that Reborn was using his spartan methods to tutor the Vongola Tenth Generation into worthy successors of the famiglia and he would snap if that kept endangering his last remaining family member than because he had a grudge against the Arcobaleno.
Kyoya seriously didn't understand his uncle sometimes but he had given up on trying to figure Fon out years ago. The man was almost as flighty as the wind with the demeanor he will show to the public.
"Kyoya," the Storm Arcobaleno greeted back, sparing a fond glance for the teenager, before turning his ... dangerously calm smile to Don Cavallone. It was like that common saying: the calm before the storm. And while Fon was usually a very disciplined, controlled storm, he was still vicious and destructive in nature. If you let the hurricane start spinning, then only the eye of the storm would be calm and safe and that spot was always Hibari's. Everyone else would get blown away. "I see you have found yourself a, hm, partner."
"So it would seem," was the noncommental answer.
"I see." Dino flinched back even more, hastily backing out his chair so he can flee as he realized just what kind of danger he's in. Hibari didn't even try to defend him. Fon would just be more insufferable if he did. "Dino Cavallone, I do believe we need to have a ... chat ... about your interests in my precious underage cute little nephew."
"I'm whatever age I want to be," he interjected just because he would always insist on that. Like hell age would ever be a restraining factor for him.
"In fact, it's rather bold of you to make a move when you haven't even met the family yet, hm?" There was a dark aura starting to descend around the usually calm martial artist. Hibari sighed, recognizing a lost battle just because he refuses to deal with such herbivorous concepts.
"Just run, take the punishment like a man and walk it off, herbivore."
Dino shot him something like a betrayed look but was smart enough to follow through his instructions and he made a dash for it. Unfortunately for him, Fon was like his namesake and caught up to him before the man could make it out of the big dining hall but to Bucking Horse's credit, he didn't give in and at least made it out of sight before he got intimidated within an inch of soiling his pants by an infant. Even if that infant was actually an Arcobaleno.
"Don't you think that's a bit mean?" An awfully amused voice asked and Hibari knew who his new companion was even without looking.
"You don't get to say that to my face, Baby." Said Baby was sipping on an espresso like he didn't have a damn care in the world, though there was a mild sadistic pleasure gleaming in his big, black eyes as he gazed in the direction Hibari's uncle and ... whatever Cavallone was to him now had run off to. "I take it you wish to discuss something with me or is this a social call?"
"A bit of both, actually," the hitman admitted, giving Hibari one of his usual half-smiles or whatever that expression was. "You are one of my favorites in this room."
"Whatever you say, Baby," the prefect dismissed, welcoming Hibird back when the bird flew over from wherever it had been and whatever it had been doing to amuse itself. Probably showing off for the guests, since it liked the attention and loved singing. "So what is it? You want me to train the herbivores or something?"
"While that would be good, yes, I actually had a few questions for you." The Cloud didn't say anything, knowing that the Baby would take that as initiative to ask what he wished to know. As expected, he did. "I'll be honest with you, Hibari. At times, you really confuse me, but I rather like that about you. You're one of the few people I like talking to. You're probably one of the few people I'd like to have a drink with, once you're legal, of course."
"So you're saying you're trying to find a way to ask what you want without offending me somehow?" Kyoya asked with an arched eyebrow before snorting, amused. "I'm not that fragile, Baby."
Reborn nodded, taking that as his permission to not hesitate. "Then one of the first questions I'd like to ask you is if you'd known from the beginning who I was, or perhaps what I was. I'd also like to ask how the hell did you become the ideal of a mafia boss at such a young age and why you and Fon seem as close as parent and child. I get the feeling this is something I should know so I can make sure the others don't do or say anything stupid enough that you want to either kill them or leave the Vongola for good."
"My parents were weirded out by me. I was too different from other, normal kids, so they didn't understand me," Hibari started after a pause in which he subtly checked if anyone was around to hear this little 'confession'. He respected the Baby enough to inform him some on what his life had been like, but that didn't mean he wanted anyone else to overhear anything he might say. "My mother tried to love me, my father gave it up early on. Or rather, he could never really bring himself to like me. Mother died young, father followed soon afterwards in the line of duty and I was officially an orphan with only my uncle to become my legal guardian. By then, I already had some control over what was going on in Namimori so it didn't take long to make it official and Fon didn't even have to come to sign anything, which was a blessing given that he'd already became an Arcobaleno by then. But even before he gave me freedom from the stifling home life that came with living with people who could not understand me or care for me the way they should just because I was different from other kids - and not even the sad different that makes parents worry and have to take care of their children for the rest of their natural lives; I was perfectly healthy in all aspects. Many parents don't have that and yet mine were utter herbivores about it - Fon was there for me. He understood me, he saw my potential and strength and he directed it so that I could understand myself, so that I could be myself. He broke any restraints my parents or society tried to put on me and let me be like a true Cloud, or so he would sometimes say. Even you keep saying that. I don't understand it, but I don't care, either. That aside, my life was not a tragedy, Baby, or at least I don't see it as such. There was no 'turning point' for me, where I realized I am stronger than I thought or some such nonsense. I was strong, I was given direction, I found a purpose and a way of life that I liked and I stuck to it. The Disciplinary Committee formed itself around me and I just let them stay, trained them in the things I'd need and taught them how to follow me properly since they were so adamant about it. Then you came along and Sawada Tsunayoshi started bringing chaos and trouble into my life and it somehow turned out to be fun so I didn't bite you all to death. The end."
"And the tracker Fon mentioned? Is it the one you had your subordinates make an interceptor for you the other day?"
"Fon is overprotective," he said by way of explanation, sighing in exasperation as he realized he'd talked more and longer to people in the past week or so than he has to anyone in his whole life, save maybe the said overprotective uncle. "Even though he became my legal guardian and even though I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, he worries so he made me promise to always wear a transmitter so he knows where I am and if I am in any trouble. We are each other's only remaining family. I was angry when he became an Arcobaleno, he would get angry whenever I got hurt. And he frets. So to avoid his fretting, I wear a transmitter, but it can get bothersome."
"Like the other day, when you didn't want anyone or anything interfering with the little plan you had set in motion," the hitman nodded in understanding. "But how come that Fon didn't come running the other times you'd gotten involved with Vongola-induced trouble like he had this time? I mean, that Mukuro incident and the fights against Varia should have definitely called his attention to what's going on with your life. Also, when we're discussing Mukuro, you gave a reason as to why you freed him. I'm now wondering at how."
"Fon is overprotective," Hibari repeated, shrugging. "It tends to interfere with my fun and besides, this was very personal. Lucia Tocceli was my prey. I didn't want him stealing that from me. It felt like cheating or hiding behind your mother's skirts or something. As for why the other times he didn't come immediately, it was either because he was out of the country or because he couldn't get involved as was with the Ring Battles. He was getting ready to dismantle them bone from bone after the Gola Mosca incident, but interfering could have just as easily killed me as him not acting at all, so he called and I told him to stay out of it unless I am at death's door. The transmitter would inform him if I take it off or if I'm dying, so he knows what's going on most of the time."
"And this transmitter is where, exactly?" The Sun Arcobaleno asked, looking like he was silently pondering the pros and cons of placing transmitters on all of his 'students' so he can know when they screwed up or when they were trying to run away from his 'training'.
"My Disciplinary Committee armband," the teen revealed, not really caring for if anyone knew about that little secret. It wouldn't matter. He could more than take care of himself if he gets in a pinch and Fon will only be more frantic/murderous if someone takes or destroys the armband and its hidden transmitter. "As for Mukuro, all you need to know is that Vindice has a secret landline phone and Bermuda has a cell phone. I believe I managed to catch their attention by being able to find it and call them. I promised Bermuda a permanent way of dealing with Mukuro that won't be muddying up Vendicare prison's reputation seeing as he had managed to escape from there twice now and can still act in the outside world through others. They don't exactly have a way of dealing with him. Mukuro will probably always hate the mafia, and I don't care why that is or how he plans to go about dealing with his own personal herbivorous issues. However, he is supposedly one of the Mist twin Guardians, which makes him mine, too, so I have to make sure that what is mine is being taken proper care of and also behaving. Besides, I promised Bermuda that we'd deal with the Possession Bullet's possession effects that allow him to take over a person's entire being. No one said pineapplehead would ever be restrained."
The hitman could only chuckle, shaking his head in an impressed manner as he brought his hands up to applaud both the Cloud for his cleverness and himself for finding his student such a frightening Cloud. "I'm impressed. You're playing the most powerful, terrifying part of the mafia world as if they're mere instruments under your fingers, making everyone else dance to your tune. I've never heard of anyone duping the Vindice before."
"I didn't trick them," Hibari pointed out. "I told them the powers of the Possession Bullet would be dealt with, because that is truly the only offence they can hold against Mukuro that I found, since mass murder and all of his other 'crimes' are normal happenings in the mafia, world. We checked. Just because people assume," he said with an all too amused snort that may have conveyed a bit of disgust at people's naivety. "How I will go about the matter is their own fault if they are disappointed."
"You know what's a disappointment?" The fedora wearing small person said with a frustrated sigh. "That you weren't born as an heir to a big mafia famiglia. I think I'd gladly be a part of your family if you were. You make life interesting."
Kyoya quirked a smirk. "Likewise, Baby." Reborn returned the smirk and titled his fedora in acknowledgement. They stayed quiet for a long while, Hibari enjoying his finger foods and Reborn draining what was left of his coffee, both of them ignoring the rest of the room and how people seemed to be warring with themselves about whether they should crowd around the table to get closer to Reborn or keep their distance since there was a possibility Hibari might bite them to death. "You're not going to ask anything else?" Hibari asked lightly, sparing a moment to glare at a foolish herbivore who tried to be daring enough to cross the perimeter the other herbivores had created as they whispered to each other about their dilemma. He shrank back and even shuffled away, a few of his fellows following after him, losing their own courage. Herbivores, honestly.
"I guess I don't have anything all that pressing to discuss right now. Besides, I'm rather enjoying having a pleasant social call every once in a while." That was quite a compliment coming from the Arcobaleno and Hibari recognized it for what it was.
"Well, it always is a pleasure to speak with you, Baby." Reborn nodded at that and then waved a server over.
"You always say that you're whatever age you want to be. Would you be willing to use that to have a drink with me? I don't think I've ever had a decent drinking partner before."
Hibari thought about it, figured Fon will be busy with Bucking Horse for another hour or so before he finally feels that the blond has learned his lesson and shrugged. His uncle was overprotective and will nag, but he won't protest as long as it's one or two drinks and he rather doubts the Baby would try to get him plastered. The Arcobaleno was not so suicidal with Fon just a few dozen meters away and already annoyed and the Baby seemed to like him enough, anyway.
Reborn smirked as he ordered their drinks. "Hibari, this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
The mafioso nearby who heard that trembled in fear.
Tsuna nearly fainted when he overheard.
Hibari just smirked.
"Sounds fun."