My Storm, My Cloud, My Sun, My Sky
Summary: Reborn met Fon, they became Arcobaleno and went separate ways, not seeing each other for years. Kyoya was born, Fon had to leave to protect his family and they didn't see each other for years. Tsuna met Reborn, the adventure starts. Hibari met Reborn, craziness starts. Dino met Kyoya, Fon returns and secrets are revealed. Better than it sounds, I promise! D18, RF, LalCol possible others.
There were eyes on him.
A specific pair of eyes that he's come to associate with a persistent orange fire that he didn't want mingling with his own purple Flames, that he kept rejecting over and over again, but never went away, not really.
A pair of eyes he did not want on his person in the way he was sensing them. If these eyes were not looking upon him in fear, respect and obedience of his rules, then the owner of these eyes will soon be finding himself bitten to death if he continues annoying Kyoya further. Because-
"I may have an uterus, Sawada Tsunayoshi, but that does not make me any weaker than I have been before you learned of this fact. If you do not stop staring at me," he said menacingly, whipping out his tonfa seemingly out of nowhere, a true death glare settling over his face because he was sick and tired of the herbivore's gawking. "I will bite you to death."
"Hiiee! I'm sorry, Hibari-san, I didn't mean to-"
"Just stop it already, herbivore. I have no time or patience for your idiocy." With that, Kyoya walked away, continuing on his patrol through the streets of Namimori, hoping that the eyes will not follow.
Apparently spending too much time under the Baby's tutelage obliterated all self preservation instincts, because not only did the eyes follow, so did their owner. Hibari felt he was at his snapping point, which was actually a lot harder to achieve than one might think. He was related to Fon, the calmest Storm in the history of Storms, though that calm was mostly deceptive of the man's true terrifying nature when he decides to unleash it. Either way, the point was that Kyoya actually had a lot more patience and zen than he let others believe. He simply didn't bother with it most of the time, because he thought it useless to wait something out if you can deal with it on your own. Not the gentlest approach, sure, but he had only ever cared to be gentle towards animals and his family.
"I'm really sorry for bothering you, Hibari-san, but I just thought ... I mean, you fought with us against Mukuro and then again against the Varia ... And you're now my Guardian ... I thought we should ... You know, talk," the little animal struggled through, but Kyoya wasn't really listening, instead planning how and where he could best ditch the younger teen on the route he was taking today.
It's been over a week since the 'celebration' and the Arcobaleno were still in town, save that Aria of Giglio Nero since she had a famiglia to boss Varia had finally gotten out of the hospital but the Monkey King refused to leave the country as he was fascinated with the Arcobaleno and was trying to challenge them all to a fight, especially the Baby since the two shared their favored type of weapon. Only the Baby was too busy being all but glued to Fon's side, which was as amusing as it was sickening because they were nearly one of those lovey-dovey couples Kyoya couldn't stand and, as if insult to injury, he had to put up with it every day because the Arcobaleno had actually moved in with him and his 'uncle'.
And with the Arcobaleno Mist came the Varia.
Kyoya was a Cloud through and through but suddenly his house was full of two groups of very noisy people that seemed to have decided to throw a competition to see who can drive the youngest skylark insane first. Kyoya had actually resorted to dragging Bucking Horse and his men into the compound as well, just so the blond can try and at least tamper down the Shark's screaming because Lal Mirch, bless her soul, was trying to deal with the blond soldier's. Fon wasn't much help, too distracted by his hitman as he was, and the Baby seemed to be enjoying the chaos while he cuddled up with the martial artist, which only made Kyoya suppress a twitch in annoyance.
The Varia knife Storm was annoying him in particular, the 'prince genius' following him down the halls, taunting him about their fight as though Kyoya hadn't been seconds away from spilling his brains at least twice in the Sky Match. The Monkey King would at times shoo him off, only to take up his place, throwing insults left and right like rice at a wedding in hopes of getting Kyoya to fight him again, but the Cloud was not interested.
The second Xanxus had resorted to using Flames against an ordinary attack, Kyoya had lost most of the interest. Yes, the Monkey King had looked impressive when fighting the fluffy Vongola Sky, but Kyoya wasn't overly impressed. Xanxus was strong, but he was just a child at heart with daddy issues and Kyoya had enough of his own that he didn't need someone else's.
Though perhaps it was actually uncle issues? He's still looking into that, because while he's almost one hundred percent sure about his actual relation with Fon now, even the Hibari needed two people to make a new life. And the man that could not be bothered to take care of him properly had definitely not been one of the people involved in the process which thank the Trinisette. He had ... suspicions he'd need to test out, but he wasn't sure there'd be a way with so many people living in his house.
Well, to the Baby's credit, he stayed some nights at the Sawada residence so he can continue his spartan training on the future Vongola boss and Lal Mirch often left the house for hours because Sawada Iemitsu was having a breakdown over just how little information CEDEF actually had on the Hibari. Bucking Horse must have mentioned their old alliance or maybe it finally occurred to the man to do a more thorough background check on his son's 'Guardian'. Kyoya didn't care. He had his own worries and problems and annoyances, most of whom either lived in his house against his wishes or went to the same school as him.
If he heard the umbrella herbivore or Gokudera Hayato yell/scold/threaten him just one more time because of his treatment of their precious bosses, he will lose it.
He even gets the feeling that Leon will happily turn into the most powerful anti-tank rifle or doomsday bazooka for him if it comes to it as long as Kyoya doesn't aim at the Baby, which is unlikely because he's the last one to have any common sense in that group of uninvited morons inhabiting his and Fon's house. Which is really sad, because the Baby encourages the chaos as long as it doesn't affect his cuddling with Fon.
(Who knew the world's greatest hitman would be a cuddler? Because apparently that's the case. Kyoya really doesn't know what to do with that information. It seems a bit surreal.)
As he approaches an appropriate place to disappear, he realizes that Sawada Tsunayoshi was still talking. There were less stuttered and stumbled words in the mess leaving his mouth and he even sounded a bit more confident considering he had been talking for who knows how long without getting bitten to death. Kyoya was tempted to whirl around and change that fact when he spotted the perfect exit. He blamed his newfound mastery of the escape arts on the Varia. The sanest of the bunch was their Rain swordsman, which really irritated him and no, he wasn't counting the Mist because the hooded former baby was an Arcobaleno first and foremost. Though he can't put all the blame at those herbivores' feet. The green haired herbivore has also been trying, futilely for now, to capture him, probably so he can run mad scientist experiments on the 'Hibari condition'.
Kyoya wonders only for a second why he didn't turn his attention to Fon before he realizes it either hadn't connected that the Storm would be the same or Verde wasn't nearly as suicidal as one may think, even if it's in the name of science and sating his own curiosity. The Baby's made it real clear that he won't suffer fools who dare interrupt him when he gets in the mood to snuggle.
Sawada is clearly deeply focused in his one-sided conversation that he almost doesn't notice at all when Kyoya suddenly vaults up the parked car, uses it as a stepping stone to reach the fence and then jumps up right onto the roof. He could have done it without the two other steps - he has done things like this before, after all - with ease, but he's found that people are, for some reason, always slower to react if he does it like this. True enough, the herbivore is left gawking at him as Kyoya takes a few steps as a running leap and jumps from that house's roof to the next one like a ninja. He's five houses away when Sawada gets himself together and chases after him.
Kyoya takes another leap and jumps over the street to the parallel row of houses and then another before taking a few turns and losing the Sky. He has no need for a shadow that is not Kusakabe or Hibird. Not even Bucking Horse gets to do it without his explicit permission and the blond knows it.
As if summoned by his thoughts, the second Kyoya jumps back down to street level, a red Ferrari pulls up beside him, an incredulous but ridiculously happy Italian revealed as the tinted windows roll down. "Hey, Kyoya, weren't you going to patrol the other way today? Did you make a detour to bite someone to death?"
It still stunned him a bit with how accepting and adaptable the Don was regarding his admittedly strange behavioral patterns that rather stick out when compared to the rest of society, even in the mafia.
Then again, Dino had spent many years with the Baby and the Baby was even weirder than Kyoya was.
"I had an annoying fly to get rid of. Now shove over. I want to get to Nami-chuu. I've grown bored."
Dino didn't protest, instead just made enough space that Kyoya can climb over him into the tiny space behind the seats - because it was a sports car, not meant for more than two people and thus had no back seats, but given it was the Bucking Horse's favorite car, usually Kyoya or Romario, depending on if they started off together or if the two were picking up the teen, ended up having to sit on the makeshift seat made of dozens of pillows - and settle so his legs don't interfere with the blond's driving. It might be undignified and not the most comfortable seating, but Kyoya had manners - Fon had spent a few years beating them into his head, sometimes a bit literally when Kyoya had needed it - and Romario was not exactly the youngest man around. He wouldn't force the man out of the passenger seat just so he can get a crank in his back and then they'd both have to suffer the Don's annoying fussing.
Romario had, of course, protested this the first few times, before it became clear that a makeshift seat would have to be arranged in the back of the tiny car, but no one could ever out-stubborn Kyoya. Even Fon had given that up as a lost cause at some point and just found ways to go around it.
"What are you two even doing here?" He always made sure to leave someone reasonable at the house lest the herbivores do something crazy and the last Hibari compound gets burned to the ground. Yes, Kyoya had had his Disciplinary Committee digitize the old archives, but he'd also like to keep the originals so he doesn't have to go through dozens of security encryptions just to read a single sentence.
"We had some business to take care of, but then Reborn called and said he wants us all to meet at the school gates because he has a planned group activity or something that he wants everyone to take part in. And since he's got Xanxus, Lal and Colonello backing him up on this, I imagine no one will protest lest more chaos is unleashed."
Kyoya was very tempted to reach over, swerve the steering wheel and just end all three of their misery because he just knew this was going to end badly. "Why didn't that smiling carnivore and the Shark Rain rein those two in?" He made no comment on the other two Arcobaleno involved in the mess. Mostly because those two can only be corralled by each other and if they're both involved in the mess, then they were as excited as Monkey King and possibly the Baby.
"I don't think Fon actually knows," Cavallone admitted, casting a glance at Kyoya before returning his eyes to the road as they sped to Namimori Middle School. "Not yet, anyway. And Squalo seemed pumped about it when I called him to check if I should simply pick you up and jump on the first plane to Italy to avoid the disaster. Because Reborn sounded eager. And that can never mean anything good, not for us mere mortals."
"Do you know what the Baby is up to?" He asked, still eyeing the wheel. It's been a long month, okay? A long year, really, because while things have never been ideal, they sure as hell had been a lot more peaceful and reasonable before the hitman had come to Namimori.
"No clue, but I do know that, whatever it is, it's happening tonight because he told me to clear up my schedule. Ah, we're here," Bucking Horse said as he slowed to a smooth stop in front of the gates of Kyoya's beloved school. Because he'd been warned beforehand, Hibari was not at all surprised to see his 'fellow Guardians' already waiting there and with the Baby and the Blond Rain, no less. At least none of the Monkey King's lackeys were there, because Kyoya was already very close to murdering them all as it was. If they so much as stirred a single particle of dust in his school right now, he'd kill them all indiscriminately. Fon would get over the Baby's death, he was sure of it.
And Kawahira could whine about his Arcobaleno all he wants. Two wouldn't be too hard to replace.
"Chaos, Hibari, Dino," greeted the hitman when they got out, raising an eyebrow when he saw the number of passengers that the sports car surely shouldn't accommodate. "That can't be according to safety rules."
"It's better than letting Bucking Horse try to drive without any of his men around. I'm not particularly suicidal."
"Same goes for not letting you behind the wheel, oh uncute student of mine," drawled the blond and Kyoya sent him a flat, if slightly irritated look.
"You've never even seen me drive, so your accusations are unbiased."
"I've seen how you ride a motorcycle."
"If you would care to remember correctly the entire situation, it was a chase, I was speeding as much as I was to get away from you and back to my school before you idiotic herbivores destroyed it completely and I never crashed or even came close to crashing, unlike you and that was with your subordinates around."
"Burn," sing-songed the Baby and Romario, both seeming rather amused, the Arcobaleno wickedly so.
"Maa maa, you two sound like an old married couple," Yamamoto Takeshi commented with a chuckle and Kyoya whipped out his tonfa faster than he could blink, the spikes out and the cool metal against the Rain's throat before anyone else could even begin to react. Well, except for the Baby and the blond Arcobaleno, of course, but the fedora wearing man seemed to be having too much fun to interfere and the soldier was not about to get involved in a Guardian set's internal business if he hadn't been invited into it since he actually knew standard mafia conduct. He wasn't Vongola or allied to it, so he had no reason to stick his nose into their business or interactions.
That didn't mean he couldn't get his own kicks out of their drama, of course, which is one of the many reasons that Kyoya preferred the Corrupted Rain over the blond one.
"They'll never get there if Haneuma doesn't get in a car with his beau behind the wheel, kora."
"Where is Dame-Tsuna, Hibari?" Thankfully, the Baby asked before the prefect reached his breaking point and either kicks everyone but his 'uncle' out of his house or actually starts the bloodiest massacre in remembered history. And while he appreciated the interruption, he would have preferred a different topic. "He said he was going to walk with you."
"Who knows," was all he said, but moments later Sawada Tsunayoshi himself ran up to them, doubling over as he panted for breath, obviously having run all the way to the school from where Kyoya had ditched him. He was contemplating if he should literally leave him in a ditch should the brunet try something so annoyingly herbivorous again when the Baby cleared his throat to get everyone's attention, not even caring that the little animal sounded like he was drawing his last breath.
"Right, now that everyone's here, I am pleased to inform you that, tonight, we will be having a Vongola Style Paintball Competition." Gokudera Hayato, Bucking Horse and even Romario seem to perk up quite a bit at this. The brunet herbivore pales as he forces himself to at least look up so he can face certain doom head on - which was at least somewhat admirable, even if he was herbivorously accepting of his doomed fate - while the baseball herbivore chuckled, a glint entering his eyes, one Kyoya recognized from many sports matches as the idiot's competitive, serious side that actually almost made Kyoya acknowledge him as a part-time carnivore. Only almost, but that's still better than what most people get in a lifetime.
"Vongola Style Paintball Competition?" Echoes their boxing club's captain, sounding as confused as he was about everything not involving boxing.
Kyoya was already tempted to just turn around and make a run for it, so to speak. But he was, damn him, curious and it's not like he gets to fight people, even if it's mock fighting, every day, at least not the 'strong' ones. He can stick around long enough to at least hear the Baby out, out of respect if nothing else.
"It comes like a sort of training simulation," Dino explained. "Everyone is invited into a free for all match and the last one standing gets a huge prize for winning!"
Now that sounds more like it. The free for all, not the prize. Kyoya cares very little for prizes.
"But why do something like this? Aren't there already enough other Vongola Style competitions with great prizes? Why paintball?"
"That's a very stupid question with a very obvious answer, Dame-Tsuna," admonishes the spartan tutor, tsking at the herbivore. "The most standardized weapon in the mafia is a gun. A gun, Dame-Tsuna, because even an idiot can shoot a gun and occasionally hit something. It's an important life lesson for your future as Vongola Decimo."
"But I don't want to be a mafia boss!"
"Don't complain, kora!" Snapped Colonello, getting fired up. "Every man must know how to handle a gun so he can call himself a man, kora! If I hear one more word of complain from you on this matter, I will personally drag you back to the whirlpool back at Mafia Land and throw you in myself, kora!"
"Hieee!"
"Doesn't this sound great, Juudaime? We can win a great big prize!" The bomber Storm said, getting hyped as well. "Every year's a different prize, but that's because the prize is customized for the winner!"
"So if I were to win, would I get, say, a golden baseball bat?"
"You're thinking way too small, you baseball-brain!"
"Who's participating?" Kyoya asks before they can get off track and he's stuck even longer with these nincompoops.
The Baby smirked, tipping his hat enough that only his lips were really visible, the rest of his face hidden by either the fedora or the shadow it cast. "I'm not sure how many will answer the invitation, but you're all invited, as well as Kyoko, Haru, Bianchi, Fuuta, Iemitsu, Shamal, the stupid cow and I-Pin." Kyoya wondered for a moment if the hitman was a masochist, because Fon was against guns - mostly because their clan preferred more traditional weapons and because of almost all of them being Flame Active for the majority of their lives, they didn't need much more - and yet he was involving the martial artist's student without consulting him on it first. Or, well, he guessed he already had that answer because the Baby was involving Kyoya without telling Fon first. That promises to be interesting. "I've, of course, invited the Varia-"
"What!? Those bastards!? But Reborn-san, they've-"
"They're still Vongola," Reborn cut in, making Gokudera Hayato shut up. "They've got every right to participate and it will be a good opportunity for you to hash things out in a non violent manner and as such create a better chance for future good interactions. The Varia will always be Vongola, for all that they are independent. You can't be at odds with them, not when they are the first line of defense should the family ever be attacked." The silver haired herbivore deflated and deferred to the Baby's decision. "Besides, you can't even be sure that they'll participate."
Kyoya snorted at that. Right, as if the Monkey King would pass up a chance to shoot at things.
"Dino and his men are all invited, of course." The blond in question nodded. The smirk returned full force, making Sawada and Cavallone wary while Kyoya felt a small spike of adrenaline shoot through him. "As are, of course, the Arcobaleno." Now even the blond Rain was smirking, excited.
"I'm in," Kyoya said, because this was not an opportunity to pass up. It may not be the type of fight he'd wish to have with the Baby, but he'll take it anyway. He's been waiting for a chance like this for a year. He's not picky.
"Just meet us in the old abandoned shoe factory on the west side of town at eight tonight, kora. The dress code is pure white so we can see even the smallest traces of paint so no one can cheat, kora. You'll all get a short tutorial on how to use a gun and a chance to practice; the game begins at exactly nine p. m., kora," instructed the blond Rain, arms akimbo, studying them all with challenging, excited blue eyes. "The Competition ends when there's only one person left in pristine white."
"A single hit means you're dead. It's a free for all, so that means no teaming up, no matter how much you want to or don't want to shoot at certain people. You'll each get the same rifles and a handgun each and enough ammo to last an hour of constant shooting. You can, of course, steal other people's weapons or ammo. Also, a warning," the black eyes were gleaming with glee that was almost sadistic. "The guns all have the same strength as a real gun behind them, so you'd better be careful. It can't kill you, but it will hurt like hell or could get you seriously injured. You'll have protective goggles, but that's it. Try not to permanently maim each other, okay?"
"No, not okay! You can't just go and decide these things for yourself!" Sawada Tsunayoshi fell into a rant that no one was really listening to, everyone already making plans for tonight.
Kyoya felt his fingers twitching, his blood pumping, his heart almost dancing in his chest as adrenaline surged and he hat to refrain from demanding they start now.
The Baby looked over as though sensing his excitement and met his eyes, a promise in there that sent thrills down his spine.
Oh, this was going to be fun.