Chapter 4: Hibari Kyoya Likes Sushi

I, Kamiya Izanami, have lived in Namimori for my entire life, a fact that has well been established by now. Since I was a child, the neighbors would always boast of how great I was at navigating our town, and even came to me when they needed directions for a specific place.

However, I, the Great Navigator of Namimori as I had been deemed, had no idea where I was.

I was totally lost.

Parking the scooter I had borrowed from Takesushi on the side of the road, I pulled out the note Tsuyoshi-san had written me and re-read it, just in case I had missed something.

The entire reason I was here was to make a delivery. Though Takesushi was mainly a dine-in restaurant, there were people who received deliveries from us. Normally Tsuyoshi-san or Takeshi would've handled all the deliveries, but today he insisted I deliver to this customer... who I didn't even know the name of.

Panicking, I started to look for the name, hoping it was on the receipt or on the note itself. Just when I found it and started to read off who exactly this delivery was for, my body reacted, an action I realized happened when I was in danger.

That was when I realized why Tsuyoshi-san had sent me here.

With a blood-thirsty glint, two familiar steel-gray eyes pierced into my soul, with a single catchphrase that sent shivers down my spine: "For intruding on my property, I'll bite you to death."

Of course, I was at Hibari Kyoya's house... and currently, he had a higher interest in biting me to death than the sushi he ordered.

"H-hey! Hiba-ri! C-can we just talk-Eek! It'll only be for a sec-Hie!"

Five minutes had passed, but the adrenaline-driven skylark remained strong in his pursuit. That was bad news for me. Believe it or not, despite having "natural hitman" reflexes (as the hitman baby had put it), I certainly didn't have the stamina to keep dodging all his attacks.

He seemed to notice I was getting sluggish, because his ticked off glare started to form into an amused smirk. "You're getting herbivorous, carnivore."

...How exactly is that supposed to inspire me to keep fighting? He's doing a very poor job at selling this.

And another thing! How the hell did his voice not sound out of breath?! He swung his metal rod thingies at me with impossible speeds, and yet he managed to taunt me with a clear-cutting, frigging intimidating voice! How does his vocal cords work? ...Maybe he takes vocal lessons to become some sort of idol or something-?

FWIP!

Oop, that was close, almost got bitch-slapped, maybe I shouldn't be zoning out right now-

"H-Hibari!" I managed to catch his tonfas before I got hurt big time, and we began to have this power struggle of me keeping them in place and him trying to push them down. I offered a smile. "M-maybe you can let me explain why I intruded…? Can't I get a say on whether I deserve this punishment?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, and that's when my teenage hormones decided to realize, oh shit, this bastard's face is in very close proximity at the moment, and of course his eyes are a beautiful color as ever-

He smirked. "So you admit to your intrusion. That is plenty."

My eyes widened with terror, and my head started to spin. I am so fucked.

With terror flooding my system, I unconsciously released my grip on the rods, leading Hibari to push me to the ground. I grimaced at the impact my poor back felt, but the sight in front of me quickly made me forget the pain I experienced, considering this bastard was now pinning me to the ground.

My face exploded with heat. He stared at me intently, making me flush even more, before he did the next outrageous thing: he pressed his forehead onto mine. I began to panic and I mumbled, "H-H-H-H-Hibari w-w-w-what are you-?!"

He frowned, and got off me with an annoyed look on his face. "Hn. The baby was right. You are a herbivore right now. I will wait."

…Huh?

He sheathed(?) his tonfas, and strode towards the sushi I had left on the scooter. He grabbed his food and stalked off, his NamiChu blazer fluttering behind him like a cape, and he disappeared into the distance.

To say the least, I lay on the ground for quite a bit.

There was way too much information that I needed to process, and the enigma that was Hibari Kyoya had just assaulted me, in more ways than another.

My brain was fried. The entire ten minute encounter with Hibari Kyoya had caused my brain to lack the juices to function properly, and I needed a minute. No, an hour.

Needless to say, the one thought that consistently echoed throughout my mind was the realization that Hibari Kyoya actually ordered the sushi.

When I returned to Takesushi, many concerned gazes were directed towards me, to which I was too tired to care about at the moment. The entire scuffle had made me incredibly exhausted, both mentally and physically. Maybe I can get off work early today?

"Ciaossu! I see you met Hibari!"

I jolted, internally screaming at the baby that had magically appeared in front of me. He looked very amused. I felt dread reappear in my system as I weakly acknowledged the hitman, "Reborn…"

"Reborn-san, l told you already to leave Nami-chan out of this matte-" Tsuyoshi-san blinked at the sight of me, but rather than jokingly questioning my appearance, his gaze turned serious as he glared at Reborn. "Reborn-san! Just who exactly was the customer you made me send her to?"

I blinked. Reborn…san…?

The baby simply smirked, tilting his fedora to shadow his eyes. "Relax, Tsuyoshi. Nami has no visible injuries, so this proved my point, didn't it?"

…He told Oji-san to send me to Hibari? For what purpose…?

Oh.

Tsuyoshi-san frowned, and turned to me with concern. "Are you okay, Nami-chan? I shouldn't have sent you out, I thought this would provide you with more experience for the future, but if this is going to continue-"

"No, it's okay Oji-san."

Tsuyoshi-san blinked, and I spotted Reborn's face growing with smugness in my peripheral.

Reborn is really set on making me join the mafia.

He wanted me to know my current level of strength.

He wanted me to feel angered at the one-sided match.

And the funny thing is, it worked.

Now, if he had attempted this before we met each other, it wouldn't have been so effective. But because we met, and had that conversation, I knew that he knew my parents. And if joining the stupid mafia or whatever is what's going to give me information about my father and why the hell he decided to leave my mom and I behind in Namimori of all places, then I'll accept this stupid mafia game.

Challenge mother-friggin' accepted, you stupid baby!

"Hey, Oji-san, you have a kendo dojo, right?" I smiled at him, whose gaze immediately turned serious at the mere mention of the word "kendo". "Can you give me a few pointers?"