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Chapter 11

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Age 14

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"Ah… Senpai…?" Yamamoto tentatively prodded.

"Hn?" I grunted around a mouthful of noodles, glancing up to meet the eyes of the fidgeting male.

"Erm…" He swallowed, glancing to the right and seeming to make himself bigger as he leaned forward. "They're looking again…" He mumbled, placing down his chopsticks and picking up his bowl to sip the broth in way of making himself look casual.

"I know," I replied nonchalantly, shifting slightly to make myself more comfortable. The action made the edge of my skirt ride up some more, and I completely ignored the whistles trailing through the cafeteria doors.

Yamamoto shuffled in his seat some more, blushing slightly and looking highly uncomfortable. And a little mad, if the way his eyebrows were furrowed was anything to go by. "Senpai, don't you think you should start wearing your spandex again? I don't like the way the upperclassmen are staring at you..."

I blinked in surprise at the younger male, caught off-guard at his defensiveness. It was sweet, and I appreciated the gesture, but—

"I extremely can't," I answered honestly, placing down the ramen bowl to speak properly, "Kyōya was re-reading the rulebook the other day, and he noticed that my extreme spandex were against school rules," I rolled my eyes; I was more than positive he knew that already, and only recently he decided to act on it, the little shit, "so he made me take them off."

Yamamoto frowned, looking contemplative. "But can't Hibari-senpai overlook it? He seems to… I mean, towards you he must feel..." I raised an eyebrow, curious as Yamamoto struggled to label our relationship and highly amused at his attempt. Finally, with a huff of frustration, he blurted, "Hibari-senpai cares for you." And then he seemed to rethink it, "Right…?"

I shrugged, dutifully ignoring the annoyance in my chest at the question and the self-doubt that usually accompanied it. "I would like to extremely think so," I said, beginning to clean up the mess I made, "but you can never tell with him. I extremely obviously do," I stood, Yamamoto doing the same, "but whether he'll let me off the hook because he cares about me or get annoyed at letting it go on for so long, we won't know when it comes to him."

I threw my trash away, brushing any residue from my palms and fixing my "appropriate" uniform (what bullshit). "Which is why..." I continued, catching sight of the third-years who had been eyeing my legs all of lunch break. I smiled prettily and winked, making sure to tilt my head appropriately and flutter my eyelashes at the right angle as I looked away. They hooted as Yamamoto and I walked away, the finger I had through the boy's belt loop (and an appropriate frown for him) the only thing keeping him from confronting the older crowd. "I'll make Kyōya extremely regret it."

Three days later Hibari Kyōya threw Sasagawa Ryōhei's infamous mid-thigh spandex she normally wore under her skirt at her face with a deadly scowl.

Sasagawa Ryōhei managed to control an extreme grin from splitting her face.

(and the upperclassmen ended up in the hospital—)


Hibari Souma is leader of Japan's most powerful yakuza, just as the Vongola are the most powerful mafia famiglia in all of Italy. His influence is so large, that there lies several branches of members all throughout Japan (Namimori's branch, coincidently, houses the Momokyokai, a sort of training base before they are spread out to the rest of the country—hence, the peach symbolism).

Leilei Suzume was younger sister to the Leilei brothers (a love-child, yes, but still wholeheartedly loved and proud bearer of the preceded name), a pair of siblings with subtle Japanese and Chinese heritage, yet loyal devotion to China's mafia (which, unsurprisingly, they are the face of). So it is no surprise when, the face of Japan and the face of China ('s sister, no matter her "tarnished" blood) are then predicted to marry.

Arranged marriages were not uncommon, but what was uncommon, was Hibari Souma's avid eagerness in Chinese mafia politics after the birth of his son, and heir, which led to multiple voyages overseas for various amounts of time (averaging to years).

It is still a mystery as to why Hibari Souma chose this alternative over raising his son, especially after his wife passed away, but sources (his right-hand man) say that his son establishing a reputation for himself in Namimori, without his help, is what he was aiming for (a sort of test for inheritance purposes).

(Which is complete bullshit in the author's opinion)

And so, Hibari Kyōya, with two freeloaders in [his] home, and a scrawny mouse he somehow got the heart to take in (this scrawny mouse managed to quickly overtake Hibari Kyōya in height and weight in less than a year, something he was not happy to witness, and thus lead to several beatings labelled as trainings to said mouse), has managed to become the most feared (and respected) person in Namimori.

His father still does not deem this adequate.


Watanabe Katashi was a young lawyer praised for genius and who did his job silently and efficiently. He was plain looking, if only slightly handsome, and always kept his head bowed and eyes averted whenever he came over.

His attitude, although polite and rightfully submissive, was beginning to annoy me.

Maybe... it had something do with him having killed my father…

Either way, I didn't bother listening to what he was saying. I knew it had something to do with the records he tampered with to get officials off of our ass for living with Kyōya, despite both of our parents being dead (well, Kyōya's father was overseas, but he was basically dead to us). And I think he mentioned something about Kyōya's Disciplinary Committee. Whatever the case, I focused all of my attention on rebandaging my hands as he reported what I deemed nonsense to my childhood friend.

"Hn." Kyōya grunted, and the sound took me out of my reverie. I shifted, and stood a little straighter, taking the sound as my cue to translate.

"That's extremely good. Thanks for stopping by, Watanabe-san." The man flinched at the sound of my voice, which didn't surprise me (anymore, anyways).

"H-Hai…" He muttered, beginning to gather his papers. He was nervous and his hands were shaking. I watched him curiously, almost fascinated at how this man significantly older than me can flinch under the mere sound of my voice.

"Ne, Watanabe-san?"

He jumped almost violently, scattering his papers everywhere and apologizing profusely and scrambling around to pick them up while wiping his brow with a handkerchief—

"Tell me about Extreme Boxing." He paused briefly, as if caught off guard by my question. He frowned slightly, thinking briefly before finally speaking, "Kurokawa-san," he began, unbuckling his satchel, "is taking very good care of your," he hesitated, an action that didn't escape my attention, "late father's establishment." He breathed in a rush and hurrying his movements, managing to mumble something similar to, He's renamed it Kurokawa's Fitness, before raising his voice enough for us to hear. "And even if that were not the case, Hibari-sama has made sure—" He choked audibly, having caught Kyōya's shut-the-fuck-up-or-I'll-bite-you-to-death glare.

I blinked in confusion, then tried really hard not to grin at the implications; my lips pressed together to keep them from twitching. Kyōya, although scary and egotistical and prideful, had managed to secure one of the places I (well, we) have come to treasure greatly (or at least, care about).

I turned to him, and he busied himself finishing the cup of tea I had made earlier. It was always difficult to show affection (or even appreciation) to someone of his character, but I found being completely honest about my feelings (which is what I did most of the time, the little shit) seemed to do the trick. At least to a certain degree.

"Kyōya," He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and I took that quick second to grin. Wholeheartedly and full of all of the warmth and feeling I held for this boy who didn't give a shit about other people, who found it difficult to care yet always took care of his own

I shot forward and kissed him on the cheek.

There was that small moment where time stood completely still, where it hovered and remained...

When it awoke, all hell broke lose.

"I'll bite you to death!"

I ran. Laughing.

I don't know when or how, but I had come to terms with my father's death. It was an accident (I couldn't blame Watanabe Katashi for his sabotaged brakes) and (although he had died rather young, in my opinion) he had lived a rather successful life. Thinking of him made me sad (obviously), but I only remembered happy memories. I only let myself remember happy memories, I should say. Because if I ever remembered that it was my own stupidity that caused him to sprint to me that day, the vague ache in my chest turned into a stone so deep and dense it could only be washed away by Kyōko or Kyōya.

Kagome Hina on the other hand…

"Ow ow ow! Kyōya! I give! I give!" I begged with tears in my eyes, "I'm extremely sorry—" No I wasn't. "I take it back!" I extremely don't.

His eyes narrowed in suspicion, taking his time (all the while, I suffered, the little shit) to contemplate releasing the arm he twisted behind my back. I guess the twitching of my lips wasn't helping, but honestly, Kyōya's exaggerated reactions to everything always make me laugh.

"Tadaima!"

"Ojama shimasu."

"Ah, Kyōko. Okaeri." I managed to turn my head towards the door, Kyōko and Hana taking off their shoes at the entrance. They both looked up and gave different reactions to the display before them.

"Ah, are you playing with Hibari-san again, Onēchan?" Kyōko smiled obliviously with flowers blooming in the background.

"I didn't see, anything." Hana sighed, looking away and immediately heading towards Kyōko's room without a glance back.

I watched Hana's departure before turning to her best friend, "Totally." I answered my little sister, even using a deadpanned expression for added effect.

She laughed, believing me completely (I seriously need to fix that, someday, maybe). "I'll get started on dinner after I finish my homework with Hana-chan. Hibari-san." She bowed slightly towards our patron, giving a sweet smile before departing.

Hibari grunted in acknowledgment, the most interaction the two ever go through (when he isn't helping her with her homework that is, or when she asks him what he wants for dinner, or—okay, moot point).

"Ne, Kyōya," I started, having to look at the boy sitting on my back from the corner of my eye, "I know you're an extreme sadist and everything, but you need to buy me dinner first if we're going to be doing any foreplay."

He stared at me for a moment, trying to process the entirety of my sentence. When he did, an almost scandalized blush rose to his face, his lips parting in surprise.

It was an endearing look on his face, and it made me grin. It reminded me of how young he actually was, and it was kind of funny to see the great Hibari Kyōya, the Demon of Namimori, was so sensitive to sexual jokes.

"Ow ow ow ow! I'm sorry Kyōya! I didn't meanHoly fucking shit—!"

Hold up, where's Watanabe-san?


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