1.
It was hard to say she was a mistake. Her mother certainly wouldn't allow her to think so, yet with no father it was hard to not think so. She couldn't exactly just have a mother. Someone had to be involved.
Her mother, when asked, would point at a picture on the wall of her stepfather. But that couldn't be right, both her parents were blond and she had dark hair. Therefore she was different.
She knew more than they knew. She had that suspicion early on, she watched and she knew. Her mother loved him to be her father. If she thought so then it must have been true. Mothers never lie.
It wasn't a lie if you believed it though.
2.
He was coming home bloody. He was drinking.
She feared for her stepfather. She feared for their lives. Her mother was working late. She could hear the pounding on the door.
He couldn't move. He was paralyzed on the couch. He smelt like alcohol.
She couldn't allow herself to be fearful. She had to do something. She was just a child. Nine year olds shouldn't have to deal with intruders.
Why wasn't he doing anything? The big bad yakuza who could take on anything. The man her mother loved. If her mother could love him, he must be good.
They were breaking in. She had to protect him. She could hear them breaking the door. She could hear the breaking wood. She could hear so much.
She leaned down and closed her eyes. She would not go down like this.
She was Hibari Kyoya, she would fight.
3.
She wasn't sure what she had done. She felt a pounding in her ears as a rush filled her. She saw them fall to the ground screaming.
"Demon! Demon!" A vicious chant that kept going and going and going. He wasn't moving, he wouldn't move. He just screamed and screamed and screamed. His eyes were turning purple, he was on fire.
She couldn't allow it. She wasn't sure what it meant but she knew she couldn't let it happen. She turned to her stepfather, beside him lay his prize Tonfa. She reached over, grabbed it and hit him on the head with it.
His snoring halted for a moment but he went back to sleep. She growled, of all the times to be a deep sleeper!
The man was still on fire and chanting. His comrade was long dead. She moved on instinct, she smashed his head with the Tonfa. He went out. The fire quelled.
But she could still hear his chanting still.
Demon. Demon.
Like a sort drum the words hummed. She was a demon.
4.
She couldn't stay in her home. She had to leave somewhere far away. So she did what she had always planned to do.
She left.
Uncle Fa had always said a life on the run was the most fun anyone could have. She couldn't believe it by. She wasn't on the run, she was just hiding in Namimori.
Still it might as well have been the same thing. It was a whole new world out there. Everything was chaos. There was so much alcohol! She hated it. Why was everyone drunk? Why were they bullying everyone?
She couldn't allow it.
5.
Hibari Kyoya was the police of Namimori. Alcohol had been successfully banned, people no longer hit each other. Only she was allowed to hit people.
A few times some hairy people had tried to come for her. She hadn't allowed it. She beat them and sent them right back to their camp.
Namimori was hers. She wouldn't allow it to fall into madness the second she left. That's what would happen, she was the only police force. They followed her lead.
She protected the weak and poor. Beat the misbehaving. It was a good life.
Until one day a man appeared.
She had just turned twelve. Given a new bare and uniform. Patrolling as she usually did she saw him.
Drunk. A bottle of liquor in his hand. She saw red.
She wasn't able to defeat him. She couldn't even hit him. He just laughed.
"I'm surprised." The man had golden hair, he looked like her stepfather but prettier. "I wouldn't have though you would be so active."
She didn't answer.
"Dionysus having a kid who hates alcohol? This is the best day of my life!"
She flung her Tonfa at him, hitting his eye. She smirked at the man. He floundered for a moment before he started laughing.
"I'm Apollo, I'm here to tell you about your father."
She didn't like the sound of that.