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WARNING: This is a SLASH/MALExMALE/YAOI fan-fiction. If you do NOT like same-sex relationships, then this story is NOT for you. The reborn/self-inserted character may be a Gary-Stue. This story is also FAST-PACED.
BETA READER: None, so there will be some mistakes that I miss.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was a long time coming. I figured that I would just speed up the process. Forgive the delay. Prepare for another. I'll get these chapters out as much as I can…when I can. Thank you all for sticking with this story and hopefully this chapter doesn't scare you all away…well doesn't that just sound foreboding.
-Chapter 19-
"Cute is when a person's personality shines through their looks. Like in the way they walk, every time you see them you just want to run up and hug them." – Natalie Portman
-KHR-
It was during one of my nightly patrols, a week after the Varia returned to Italy when it happened. A slim form draped themselves over my back, pressing every inch of themselves against me.
"My, aren't you adorable," A male's voice breathed as their arms tightened around my throat almost to the point of choking me.
The scent of melted marshmallows barely registered in my mind as I grabbed hold of pale ivory wrists and practically yanked the unwanted person over my shoulder and away from me. I quickly pulled out my tonfas, my steel orbs narrowed into slits as the white-haired male laughed softly while landing perfectly on their feet as if used to being tossed over someone's shoulder.
"I've contemplating meeting you now or waiting, Kyo-ya-kun, but you just make things so much fun," The man…no, they could not be but a couple of years older than myself, stated with a charming smile so sharp it could rival Belphegor on a good day.
'White hair, lilac eyes, and the sickly-sweet scent of marshmallows…Byakuran!' As the thought struck, I shifted my stance in preparation of an attack. 'He shouldn't be here! Not yet! Not now!'
"Awe, don't be like that, Kyoya-kun. I think…once you get passed a lot of things and accept some, we'll be great friends," Byakuran stated, his large smile softening but never wavering nor the glint in those lilac orbs.
-KHR-
"I bet this was a strange place to wake up in, right Kyoya-kun?" Byakuran asked with a knowing grin, the two having moved their conversation to the rooftop of Namimori Chuu.
"What do you know, Byakuran?" I questioned, already suspecting some things from the dimension jumper.
Byakuran chuckled and ran a hand through white locks.
"Enough to know that I never introduced myself, but you know exactly who I am," Byakuran stated, leaning up against the chain-linked fence that prevented someone from an accidental fall. "Regardless, it's amazing how well you've coped with such a drastic change."
A frown tugged at my lips. Tucking my hands into the pockets of my slacks, I looked up at the crescent moon shining through a thin layer of clouds.
"Run across this before?" I questioned dully, not expecting much of an answer.
Byakuran was suddenly standing in front of me, his body heat radiating with how close he was and cool hands cupped my face. Lilac orbs seemed to stare into my soul and see absolutely everything.
"No, not quite like this. Nothing so…interesting," Byakuran breathed right before squeezing my cheeks with a closed-eyed smile. "So cute, weren't you? Nay?"
Growling, I shoved the snow-haired male away and he only laughed at the action, before suddenly becoming serious.
"Knowledge of things yet to pass can be so bothersome. One little change in direction can reflect a swarm of butterflies over the ocean and cause a hurricane on the other side of the world," Byakuran voiced, his tone drifting as if falling into deep thought.
He tilted his head, cupping the side of his face as he stared intently at me.
"If I remember correctly, and I believe I do, I recall most realities where Hibari Kyoya was extremely violent to others, even your precious lover," Byakuran pointed out nonchalantly. "Are you sure you are up for what is the come knowing what you know and the changes that are irreversible?"
I swallowed the lump trying to lodge itself in my throat, the bored mask never flickering on my face.
"Kyoya-nii, do you think Tsuna-nii will make hamburger steak for dinner?" Fuuta questioned, immediately pulling me out of my thoughts from last night's memories.
I blinked and looked away from the koi pond I had apparently been staring at for a while now, if by the concerned look Fuuta was giving me. His hands were clutching the sleeve of my shirt to the point of his knuckles going white.
"I'm sure he will if you ask," I stated quietly, my steel orbs flickering to the patio entrance where Tsunayoshi stood watching me with a closely-guarded look.
It promised this little moment would be further discussed outside of Fuuta's ears.
"Fuuta-kun, would you like to go with me to the market, so that we can get everything we need for dinner?" Tsuna asked, easily distracting the child and bringing an excited aura around Fuuta as he scrambled up to his feet. "Doctor Shamal will be coming over tonight. He wants to introduce us to someone he met in Hokkaido."
This was said while looking straight at me, Tsuna easily accepting Fuuta's hand when the child grabbed for it. Despite Iemitsu being forced back to Italy on orders from Nono and in order to seek special medical attention for a mysterious illness, Tsuna had opted to remain living at the Hibari residence. Nana, who began to notice the lack of Tsuna's and Fuuta's presence among Bianchi, Reborn, I-Pin, and Lambo, was informed by Tsuna and myself regarding the brunette's temporary relocation. Nana took it surprisingly well, even if I suspected the woman to have a mischievous side when concerning her son. I simply nodded in acknowledgement and Tsuna sighed.
"Fuuta-kun, please go get your shoes on and wait for me by the door. I'll be there in a minute," Tsuna told him gently, quietly shutting the shoji doors behind Fuuta in order to muffle our voices.
Tsuna stepped over before kneeling down to be eye level with me. Leaning back, I resting my palms behind me in a relaxed manner that only seemed to further irritate Tsuna.
"You didn't come home last night," Tsuna murmured, not outright asking me so much as telling me the obvious.
No, I had remained at Namimori Chuu long after Byakuran left. When I could no longer stand the oppressive thoughts regarding our conversation, I came back here and it was already breaking dawn over the horizon.
"Are you seeing someone else?" Tsuna whispered, his eyes glowing amber as if daring me to lie.
I don't know whether to be shocked at the question or guilty for making Tsuna believe such a thing in the first place. I was at a crossroad here; do I tell Tsuna about Byakuran but leave our conversation out of it or do I lie? Lying would pose the risk of Tsuna meeting Byakuran and the snow-haired male spilling everything. That would blow up in my face. Exhaling a calming breath, I made my decision.
"I ran into someone who knew me a long time ago while out patrolling the far side of Namimori. We only talked," I stated, not wanting to lie to Tsuna, but definitely not telling him exactly how Byakuran knew me.
It was best no one knew. This only made Tsuna's frown deepen.
"Tsuna-nii?" Fuuta called out and I could have hugged the life out of the kid for saving me from the interrogation.
This was only a brief reprieve as I know Tsuna would corner me sometime later, but for now…I could just breathe.
"Tsunayoshi," I said his name, catching his wrist when he moved to stand.
"Later," Tsuna murmured, slipping his hand from mine and disappearing into the house.
A few seconds later, I heard the front door open and close. Closing my eyes and laying down on the patio, I sighed.
-KHR-
"If my actions alone have already changed the future, then what I know is irrelevant," I told the snow-haired male. "This is my life now, Byakuran and I plan on living it to the fullest."
"Ah, yes, the rare second chance at life," Byakuran stated, twirling around to look up at the crescent moon that had previously held my attention.
He calmly glanced over his shoulder until his lilac orbs met my steel grays.
"If I told you that this was not our first time meeting, would you believe me?"
Byakuran's question caused me to tense, my eyes narrowing in thought. There was so much I could not remember about my previous life. A majority of my memories revolved around this current world and its members. Did Byakuran know me before I because Hibari Kyoya in every sense of the word or was he fucking with me?
"You were a cloud then too," Byakuran whispered, his breath fluttering along my ear.
When did he get so close?
"If you want answers, I'll more than give them to you. Since you know me so well, Kyoya-kun, you know what I'll require upon our next meeting," Byakuran voiced, his lips curving upwards into a smile before he took his leave.
I stood there on the rooftop of Namimori Chuu for a long time thinking. Why could I not remember my life before? What does Byakuran really know about me?
"What has you so deep in thought?" Shamal huffed, blowing out a stream of smoke as he stood at the edge of the patio while leaning against a support beam. "Is it the same thing causing the tension between you and Tsuna?"
For a moment, I contemplated on ignoring the man. It was the happy laughter coming from inside between Tsuna, Masaomi, and Fuuta that had me answering civilly.
"If you had a chance to remember something about yourself that you never thought you would get back, would you?" I asked, being sure to keep my voice down to where only Shamal could hear me.
Shamal opened his mouth, but quickly closed it and stopping whatever his first response was. He took another pull of his cigarette and exhaled before answering.
"Is whatever you forgot important? Will it make a difference knowing the information as to not remember?" Shamal inquired thoughtfully, staring down at his cigarette before looking inside the home to where he could see Masaomi smiling brilliantly at whatever Tsuna was saying to him. "I think that if I could not remember something, but the lack of information lead me to where I am now, then I would gladly not remember."
I turned by head in order to watch the others as well. Tsuna was currently so happy, but I knew that once Shamal left with his lover and Fuuta was tucked into bed, those amber orbs will be looking at me with a form of hurt that I could not bear.
"What if that information is important?" I spoke without realizing it.
"Then you would not have forgotten in the first place," Shamal stated without pause, tapping out his cigarette on the bottom of his shoe before tucking the bud away to throw away later.
"What if it was not by choice?"
Shamal turned his full attention to me, his brows furrowing.
"Where are you going with this? Did something happen, Hibari-san?" Shamal asked and was that concern I heard.
"Nothing out of the ordinary," I stated, finally standing up from my lounged position.
"That says a lot and nothing at all," Shamal declared, scoffing in amusement before becoming serious again. "Did someone approach you about something?"
My eyes met his and Shamal's shoulders slouched.
"If you haven't outright said no to whatever they approached you with, then you are seriously thinking about their proposal," Shamal stated, not looking for an answer as he seemed to figure out my current plight. "And you haven't told Tsuna."
"Not yet, but soon," I told him.
"What do they want in return?" Shamal asked quietly, his eyes glancing towards the waning conversation inside before meeting my gaze once more.
"Their body weight in sweets," I informed him, knowing exactly what type of sugar monster Byakuran is.
Shamal sweat-dropped.
-KHR-
Like I knew he would as soon as he showed Shamal and Masaomi out and tucked Fuuta in bed for the night, Tsuna found me in the living room. He did not hesitate in grabbing the book from my hands and setting it face down on the coffee table. Even when he was annoyed with me, he was thoughtful; not wanting me to lose my place in the pages.
For a moment, we just stared at each other. I was not able to speak first, waiting for Tsuna to say the first word. Instead of speaking, Tsuna pushed me by my shoulders until my back was resting against the sofa back and then he straddled my thighs. Once settled, his hands ran up my neck, along the side of my face, before dipping into my ebony locks.
"By now you would be touching me back," Tsuna breathed, his amber orbs glowing.
My hands had remained at my side since he had taken my book away. I was unsure about touching Tsuna, not wanting to instigate anything while he was feeling this sense of betrayal or suspicion against me. I could not say why, but it made me feel uneasy.
"I did not think you wanted me to," I told him honestly, my gaze not wavering. "This is the first time you've touch me since early this morning."
Tsuna licked his bottom lip and understanding seemed to make his eyes glow brighter.
"I was mad," Tsuna admitted, his fingers slowly scratching the back of my head. "I waited up for you and ended up falling asleep around midnight. When I had tried calling your cell, it went straight to voicemail."
"I lost track of time—."
"You are the most meticulous person I know, Kyoya. You knew exactly what time it was, but whatever you were going through prevented you from contacting me even by text. So, please, please tell me that whatever you were doing with this other person…," Tsuna trailed off, having to take a moment to breath and relax his suddenly tight fingers in my hair.
I stayed silent, knowing Tsuna needed to get everything off of his chest at once.
"Will you at least tell me who this person is and what it was you talked about?" Tsuna asked softly, biting the inside of his cheek.
"Byakuran and he knew me before everything," I said truthfully and Tsuna knew my words were true, but I hoped he believed them despite everything he was currently feeling.
Tsuna blinked, sitting back a little and letting his hands fall from my hair to rest between us.
"This person knew you before all of the mafia stuff?" Tsuna questioned and I nodded, going with his line of thought. "So, he's a friend of the family?"
"Not quite," I voiced, definitely not considering the white-haired menace a friend of the Hibari family.
"Why are you being so difficult right now?" Tsuna murmured in slight frustration, lightly tugging at the front of my shirt. "Is this person a threat? Is that why you're being so secretive right now?"
I grabbed Tsuna's wrists, stopping his hands from dipping inside my shirt.
"Tsunayoshi, stop pressing this issue. Nothing happened between me and Byakuran; not last night and not any night before then. I apologize for causing you to worry and feel the way you are currently feeling, but there is nothing more I can say that I haven't already told you," I said firmly, before rolling us until Tsuna was laying pressed up against the couch.
I then moved away and stood up, tugging my shirt down. Running a hand down my tired face, I glanced down at him.
"I'm tired, so I'm going to take a shower and then go to sleep. Good night, Tsunayoshi," I murmured before stepping out of the room.
-KHR-
Who knew that being interrogated by your boyfriend could be so exhausting? I tilted my head back and let the hot water of the shower run over me and hopefully wash away the tension in my neck and shoulders. After standing there for five minutes, I started to wash the day away. As soon as the suds were completely gone, I cut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Drying off, I secured a towel around my waist and left the bathroom to get dressed in mine and Tsuna's room.
Something sharp pierced the side of my neck and I smacked myself out of reflex. Pulling my hand back as the area throbbed, I identified the attacker as a mosquito. I slowly looked up as a shadow shifted by the window and my vision swam. Another figure moved nearby and was that Tsuna? My eyes blurred and I felt my body sway dangerously to the side. Two pairs of arms caught me and I felt myself being lowered onto my futon.
"Are you sure about this? Once the truth serum dissipates, the affected party remembers everything asked and those involved," Shamal hissed quietly, confused on why Tsuna had requested him to do such a thing.
'Truth serum?' I wondered in confusion, the panic not setting it right yet.
"I have to be sure," Tsuna whispered, his voice sounding as if under water.
'Sure about what?' I thought numbly, my head lolling to the side.
"That he's not fucking around with someone else?" Shamal snapped, hating this.
'But I'm not,' I tried to speak, but my mouth was not cooperating with my brain.
"No," Tsuna denied immediately. "That whoever he met with last night isn't holding anything over him."
"Tsuna, this isn't the way to go about asking your lover questions," Shamal tried one more time in stopping whatever Tsuna planned before it was too late.
Were those tears in Tsuna's eyes?
'Don't cry, Tsunayoshi.'
Tsuna's shaky hands cupped my face, his thumbs soothing the flesh beneath my eyes.
"Kyoya-kun, what did Byakuran speak with you about last night?" Tsuna asked and I told him.
I told him everything.