No one knows where he came from. When his father met her, who she was, what she was doing. One day they turned around and she was there.
She was always sleepy, eyes drooping and mouth open. She had long hair and wore a lot of green. According to his father she reminded him of a large oversized booger.
Despite this description of his mother they still were together, if only for a short amount of time. For as quick as she came she was gone again. When he thought she was out of his life forever, when he thought he could finally move on. He showed up.
Not on his father's doorstep, that would be too sensible, instead he was left at the police station with a note. His mother hadn't shown up on her own, she sent her nephew. According to the police he was a large man with wild dark hair. He wore the most insane glasses. They would hardly believe the two were related and that the baby was who they thought.
Yet the note left behind was so unabashedly her. Short and curt with long droopy letters. He had only been allowed to look at it once. With that short glimpse he tried to burn the letter into his brain.
Kyoya Hibari was a boy born from a mother long gone and a father who didn't care enough. Was it surprising he turned the way he did?
2.
When he was nine years old Kyoya started the discipline committee. Modeled after his own grandfather's tactics he thought he was invincible. He knew he was the good that Namimori needed.
When he looked around all he could see was bright red. The blood of the earth, the blood of mankind, the blood of animals. He could see it all and it hurt.
He started small, disciplining those who littered or broke seemingly useless laws. Herbivores didn't deserve to walk on the precious ground.
"I'll bite you to death," they would reportedly whisper. Walking around picking up trash with sticks and a bag in hand. They looked like ghosts, their eyes dead.
The stories started to spread. Some of Namimori feared him, some worshiped him. His own little cult started growing and joined his committee. All was well for a while.
Until he joined Namimori middle school. He knew that things would have to change.
Sheep roamed the halls. Little herbivores trampled the declawed rats. He could hardly believe it. It was amazing. With stealth and agility he trampled the power of the school and remodeled it.
He was Hibari Kyoya, he was the protector, the discipliner, he was a carnivore.
3.
It was the Mafia that finally caught their attention. He was old and wise now. He understood the world even if others never could. He could protect what was important, he had people he cared to see safe.
Yet it wasn't enough. They were gone. The earth swallowed them whole and all he could do was sit back and scream.
If he had never truly liked the other guardians they were still his to protect. They were never meant to leave him.
If he closed his eyes and tilted his head he could still hear Tsunayoshi's screams.
"Run! Please just run!"
He hadn't run. Maybe that was his mistake, maybe he should have trusted his sky with all of his heart rather than only a small part of it.
It didn't matter though, he was gone. Everyone was gone now. The earth claimed their bodies and their screams.
The Mafia wanted him. At times he was tempted, the thrill of a fight was intoxicating. But the sweet calm of Namimori drew him in and kept him. If he couldn't keep them safe he would keep Namimori.
That didn't stop the herbivores from coming. At first a tall man with dark curly hair showed up. He was so obviously foreign he almost bit him. He controlled himself and waited.
Inevitably he would break the law and be punished. He knew and he watched. It was practically a rule here, they would come and gawk. Ask for pictures from the locals as if they were only there for their museum.
While on his patrol the man walked up to him and smiled. He could feel his Tonfa, one wack would send him away.
"Can we talk?"
"For disturbing my peace I will bite you to death."
4.
It didn't stop the man from coming the next day. Or the next, or even the day after that. In fact as the days dragged into weeks, and the weeks into months the man seemed to grow more desperate for his attention.
Finally he snapped.
"What?" He hissed before the man could step closer. Over the months he had found the sweet spot for which Hibari liked his space. The man still walked farther than needed but the thought was there he could concede.
He muttered something he couldn't hear. For a moment they stared at one another. He wasn't the one searching the man out yet when he did finally stop he had nothing to say. His nap time had been interrupted for this?
He gripped his Tonfa. It was never fun biting a cripple. People would look at you so oddly when you did.
"Listen there isn't any easy way to say this." The man paused again.
He didn't even bother to respond. He was ready to leave when the man said something unexpected.
"Do you know who your mother is?" The man said.
(Was it odd that hibari didn't know the man's name? After spending so much time together, no matter how unwilling, you think he would.)
He only raised an eyebrow. For all of his life he had known three family members. Two were dead, one was an idiot carnivore.
The man went on, "We know who she is. But," he raised his hands "she's very dangerous. At least we think we know. We have a way of finding out but you need to come with me."
"Who is we?" His Tonfa came into his hand. Despite the anger he felt to the man, despite the fact that he called on his mother. He felt excited. Dangerous? She? The booger?
He wanted a fight. He wanted revenge. He wanted something.
"There's a group they're called demigods. They are children of a mortal and a god. You-" he shivered "are different. She's not a god, she's the mother of everything."
He could only blink. The mother of everything? "She seems to be a great mother then." The greatest booger mother ever. The greatest woman who would abandon her child with a man so disinterested in children it made her look like a saint.
"If you come with me we could confirm. You never know it could be an actual good goddess, maybe we're wrong?" Despite his words he knew who she was.
For who was the mother of all things? The women who influenced his love for the planet and all its life? The women who influenced his hatred for the world. She had done everything and yet nothing at all.
She had taken and stolen and given and nothing. He couldn't feel a thing now. His Tonfa slid into his pocket.
"Where?" He finally said.
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