A/N: I don't own KHR or any of its characters.
It was… unsettling how many people seemed to just SHOW up around Kyo-san lately.
And he wasn't even really AROUND the school often, considering he spent most of his time training with Dino-san. But every time he managed to find some time to walk the halls or parole the front gates, would be the exact same moment students would gather, whether for lunch or after school activities or studying.
Strange.
Very very very strange.
Even if done subconsciously, most people find themselves moving the OPPOSITE direction of anywhere Kyo-san is headed. I nibble on the blade of grass in my mouth while scratching my chin, pondering the change.
I watch as Kyo-san lethargically turns the corner into my view, and staggers down the hallway toward his office. Maybe it has to do with his tiredness? Maybe he doesn't exude the same killer aura?
And just as noted, a gaggle of students exits a nearby classroom. Kyo-san is usually first to notice people (herbivores) around him, but he's completely exhausted, barely on his feet.
"PASS THE BALL OVER HERE HATORI-SAN!"
A soccer ball sails through the air.
"No sports in the hallways!" I yell at the group, a little too late. The receiving boy leaps to catch the ball, and crashes into Kyo-san's side.
"Oh sorry - " The boy turns to see Kyo-san and YELPS. "OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY HIBARI-SAN!" He bows again and again and again.
OH BOY…
Kyo-san hardly flinches, bangs covering his eyes. The hallway is silent save for the noise of students scurrying back into the safety of their classrooms. Nope. Killer aura definitely still in check.
"Throwing balls in the hallway is against school rules." Kyo-san's chilling voice cuts through the silence.
"Y-Y-YES OF COURSE HIBARI-SAN, IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN!"
Kyo-san lifts his tonfa and swings it at the boy's stomach - he flies through the air, hitting the adjacent wall with a loud THUD. He's merciless.
I approach the commotion, "I'll clean up here Kyo-san." And usually, he would head back into his office without another word. But an excessively exhausted Kyo-san is also a cranky Kyo-san and instead he bares his tonfa against everyone else left in the hallway.
A girl's voice chimes in - "Ne ne, won't you forgive him? It was my idea, I wanted to play."
I turn to see a pretty girl with remarkable grey-blue eyes. She tilts her head to the side cutely, while looking directly at Kyo-san. Never wavering from the intensity of his gaze.
She's either stupid or… well really she's only stupid. She either can't read the room of Kyo-san's terror or she can and chooses to move against it. Both extremely stupid.
She takes another step toward Kyo-san - "We'll take it outside next time, is that okay?" She smiles brightly.
"Leave, Herbivore." His eyes narrow.
She walks toward him boldly, grabbing the soccer ball from the ground.
"Hai, hai! I'll take this back, can't be littering in the hallways or else I'll have to report you, ne?" AND HOLY SHIT SHE ACTUALLY HAD THE GUTS TO WINK AT KYO-SAN AS SHE SAID THAT.
"You -"
RING RING RING - the end of lunch bell chimes.
"Ah! We can't be late for class!" She perks up, heading back into the classroom, blissfully unaware of the awe and terror she's left behind with the onlookers.
Kyo-san quickly turns to pursue her, but the waves of students returning to the classroom quickly change his tired mind. He exhales slightly, shuffling back toward his office and slams the door behind him.
I blink, standing there frozen.
It wasn't just me that saw that, right?
She was…
FLIRTING with him?
No - no way. Right? That can't be the case… she's just clueless and overly cheery.
I chuckle a bit to myself, putting the thought immediately out of mind.
I drop down into the chair behind my desk.
Who does she think she is? If I wasn't in the middle of preparing for my fight, she'd be a bloody pulp just like all the other herbivores crowding the hallway.
I'll pay them back ten times over once the ring battles are done. Usually I would have smiled instantly at the thought but instead I clench my fist in annoyance.
AND ONE MORE DAMN THING - she doesn't fear me? She had the nerve to walk down these halls without cowering in my presence? She's lucky I need my rest before training resumes. And what the fuck is up with all the other herbivores getting in my space?
I glance down at the mountain of paperwork I am dreadfully behind on.
I quickly grab a pen and make quick work of it - a mixture of club requests, minor complaints, suggestions, new student information and the like.
Hn. Seems like the students of Namimori are really looking to get murdered today.
I growl, eyes boring holes into the paper in front of me. I'm busy for 1 week and things go to shit. I'll have to actually kill whoever put this submission in.
Sure, some would say I was doing what no one had done before me. And suuuuure, some would say I must be crazy to even try. AND SURE! Some would even say I was tempting death itself HAHAHA!
And to all of that, well I would say, "Oh please, what's a harmless-disciplinary-committee-member going to do about it?"
Literally, that's what I just said to a bunch of regretful judo-team members.
Yes, I had actually conned a group of students into petitioning that their club should get the room that the disciplinary committee meets in. I suppose I should feel bad to use them like this... But I don't, so well, that's that then. I am a HITMAN after all. But thank you my dear judo club, you have served your purpose well.
"Hatsu-chan, what if Hibari-san kills us?"
"Hahaha, he will do no such thing. He's a reasonable man, I'm sure he'll see how much you all deserve this once you win the championship next month!"
'Reasonable' & 'Hibari' have never been used in the same sentence before. And trust me, they would never be used in the same sentence in the future.
"Hatsu-chan… you're new so maybe you haven't heard the rumors - but they say he's a demon that wouldn't hesitate to hurt a newborn puppy." PFFTTTTT, Kyo?! Cute-animal-loving Kyo?! That's actually hilarious.
"And we haven't won the championship in 25 years…"
"We didn't even place in the top 5 last year…"
"Have some confidence - I've seen how hard you all work and I know it's just a matter of time until your big break!" I say with a cheer.
It had taken a week to get the Judo team captain to notice me in the ways I wanted. It took another day to become the team's temporary manager. And the BEST team deserved the BEST room, right?!
Anyway, that was last week. And the paperwork had finally made its way onto Kyoya's desk. Where of course, he firmly denied the request. But his pride was so injured that a club dare think they could usurp this room from him, that of course he had to send a bunch of his disciplinary henchmen to "send a message". Said message being a thorough beating.
And on cue, a group of about 7 disciplinary members files into the gym to meet us.
"You dare try and take something from the disciplinary committee?!" One of them yells while pointing his bat straight at us.
Tsk, would have been much more fun if he came personally. But if he's not here, I'm certainly not going to invest any physical energy.
"Oh! It wasn't meant to offend. I thought it was a reasonable request - the room isn't being used much, and you are looking at a bunch of almost-CHAMPIONS." I frown slightly, though not fully as I am the perfect joyful student nowadays (gag).
"No one dares cross the disciplinary committee, we'll teach you that here and now." Another says, completely ignoring my pretty reasonable argument.
"H-h-hatsu-chan, get out of here it's not safe!" OMG that's so sweet they're actually concerned about me…
"Okay if you're sure you'll be alright?" I say timidly. WELP THIS IS MY OUTTTTT.
He gives me a brave, defeated smile, "Of course, please go home." PEACEEEEE, LATER BOIS.
I smile and bow politely as I quietly exit the gym.
"Ahh well at least it annoyed him a bit. Guess I'll camp out until Chrome's ring battle since I'm already here."
Yes, I know about the ring battles, but seriously, how can I not? It's hugely destructive and invasive to the entire campus? Even if I weren't at the campus I'm pretty sure I would have noticed by now? I think the bigger question is how do people not notice?
I pull out the pager from my back pocket - still nothing. Not one more message since starting school. I mean, if I was supposed to interfere with the ring battles wouldn't it have happened already? Or wouldn't I have some sort of mission to prepare for at least? I guess I can't really complain though, I'm basically just pocketing money for nothing while being able to mess with Kyoya. It's really a win-win… though under very suspicious circumstances.
Is he even human?
I'm out of breath, bruised - honestly, I'm not sure how much more of this training I can handle.
Kyoya takes another vicious swing at me - and I swear, he's in a terrible mood today. Kyoya was always blood thirsty. But there was the happy-bloodthirsty that came up at the prospect of a worthy opponent, and then there was angry-bloodthirsty filled with unrestrained rage usually from the destruction of his precious Namimori. So yeah, Kyoya was angry-bloodthirsty and I could feel the impact in every swing.
"What pissed you off today?"
His eyes narrow and he swings at me again - "Hn."
Hah, kids. So cute (don't tell Kyoya that though, he'll kill me).
"Should we stop by the ring battles today? It should be an interesting one."
"Irrelevant."
Ha, of course I expected this, but even I don't want to miss out on all the action.
"One of the Arcobaleno is fighting."
He pauses for not even a fraction of a second, but still some slight temptation. He swings at me again.
"Okay, okay nevermind."
I rock back and forth from my perch from one of the vents in the gymnasium. No, it wasn't comfortable, but two top notch illusionists pitted against one another was not a fight I could miss. Illusionists more than any other type of fighter have to be good at reading their opponents - it's a psychological battle if you boil it down to the basics. And so as a master of observation myself, illusions are a particularly sweet treat.
Chrome is a weak little thing though, no offence. She lacks technique, creativity and confidence… three things that are at the core of being a good illusionist. Her lack of confidence in herself will surely cripple her in the future. If you can't believe in your own illusions, how can everyone else? But she did have promise, a talent stewing beneath the surface.
"What a boring fight" I mumble to myself as Mammon and Chrome exchange obvious blows. Until -
"Oohh?" I hum as a young man takes Chrome's place.
"Rokudo Mukuro?" Mammon questions the man. I'll remember that name.
The battle rages on. The blizzard that Mammon casts in the gymnasium is quickly overpowered by Mukuro's lotus flowers. Though intense on the surface, the battle is completely one-sided in Mukuro's favor. I watch as the battle comes to an end with Mammon exploding - man, illusionist battles. So weird right?
I climb through the vents, quickly making my sneaky departure. I drop down into the disciplinary committee room, which is of course, long empty at this point.
I sit down in Kyoya's chair, take a deep breath in and - "I'LL BITE YOU TO DEATH!" I chuckle, amused at my own imitation. I sure have missed him.
I lay my head down on his stack of completed paperwork - where does he even find the time to do this? I close my eyes, imagining him in the room, doing Kyoya things (mostly glaring).
BZZZZZZZ. I perk up immediately, pulling the pager out of my pocket. "Finally."
All that's written is: TOMORROW
I sweatdrop. Of course more vague instructions - of course! I love working jobs where I receive one word of instruction every month, HAHA! But still, if something is happening tomorrow I should probably get some sleep. I glance around the room again - it's a mess compared to how Kyoya usually keeps his space. I sigh, starting to pick up books, jackets, pens and put them in their rightful place.
As much as I enjoy the social torture I'm imparting on him, more than anything, I want to take care of him while I have the chance. Who knows how many of those I'll have.
A/N: I'm alive lol