Under a Clouded Blue
Summary:
"My ambition in life? To conquer the world because destroying the mafia is so last season and I never got around with it the last time anyway…kufufu."
In which Rokudo Mukuro is reborn into a parallel world and finds himself in the position of every other SI/OC. Did he mention Hibari Kyoya being his younger brother?
To hell with what Sepira's spirit has to say about him making sure everyone —even bloody Byakuran— plays the role they did in his previous life. But if that dead woman promises those imported chocolate bonbons from Kawahira's store— "Sure. Why not?"
Featuring the evil mastermind and guardian angel of the canon!character's fates (the hell?): Rokudo Mukuro/Hibari Kuroo.
DISCLAIMER: Let's put this real simple- I am NOT Amano Akira hence I own nothing! Except the plot and a few characters of course.
WARNING: Language and grammar!
3. The birth of misery.
Baby Kyoya was greeted with a howl.
An ear piercing one which startled him awake from his slumber.
Hibari Izanami whisked her youngest into the master bedroom while whispering soothing words to calm the crying infant; leaving her husband to deal with a still howling Kuroo as she was tired and didn't seem to have the strength to comfort both their children.
Hibari Akihito gave a deep sigh as he bent down to his son's level and took the boy by the shoulders. The man understood his son's reluctance to accompany his parents to the hospital the other day. He was also aware of the fact that it had to do with what was usually termed as "jealousy". And he had been told it was nothing to worry about.
"Now Kuroo…" Hibari Akihito began.
"Father!" The boy sniffed as he wrapped his arms around the man and buried his face on his father's chest.
The man patted the boy's head with a small smile. "Don't cry…there's no reason for you to."
"B-But!"
"Hush now. It's alright. Just because Kyoya is here does not mean that we will stop loving you." The man said and it took him a lot of effort just to say it too as he was not one who would use such…words.
He noticed his son's hesitation. "Is there something else you wanted to say?"
"There's…there's a…"
"Yes?"
Kuroo looked up and met his father's eyes with tears and the most pitiful face he could manage. "There's an orphanage in Alaska with great facilities for children and the matron there cares for every single orphan like her own child. Their contact number is 824-623-2618–"
Hibari Akihito's smile dissolved into a deadpan stare.
"–and Kyoya will grow up to be a wonderful boy only IF you ship him off to Sunflower's Home for Children."
"Kuroo."
"Yes father?" The boy batted his eyelashes with a rather hopeful look.
"I will not ask you where you attained such information but I want you to never speak of it again nor mention even a word of it to your mother." The man simply told him in a calm tone. "Have I been understood?"
Hibari Kuroo's hopeful face fell and big fat tears began to roll down his cheeks before he ran off howling.
His father sighed and shook his head.
What was he seriously going to do with the boy?
Later that evening, Kuroo stepped out of the bathroom —where he had locked himself the whole time as a form of protest to the family's new addition's arrival— because he was convinced that if he went on with an empty stomach, he would die.
Mukuro —no. Kuroo.
His name was Kuroo now. Hibari Kuroo to be exact. His old self was dead and gone. He was no longer the Mist Guardian of the Vongola Decimo or one of the greatest illusionist's in the world but rather, a soul who just HAD to be reborn as the older brother of Hibari fucking Kyoya. How the hell could this have even happened?
A parallel world of course.
He had been trying to avoid the fact of such a possibility ever since he had heard his family's name and even met the Arcobaleno Fon— who was apparently related to him by blood. But now that the Demon of Namimori "himself" had been born, such a thing was impossible.
True. He had reacted poorly and rather childishly for someone his age; as in his original age plus the four years ever since he had been reborn. Yes, he lived for a very long time and no. Why the hell would he disclose his age? And who ever said it was a crime living a childhood the way he wanted since his first one was robbed from him when he was turned into a "lab-rat" anyway?
Getting back to his current predicament—
"See?" His mother cooed. "Isn't Kyoya absolutely adorable? The two of you will get along just fine, won't you?"
Kuroo sniffed and turned his head the other way. The last thing he wanted was to be in the presence of Hibari Kyoya. He had skilfully avoided him for a whole week but…what Hibari Izanami wanted, she always got. The woman was fierce and frightening. She had even gone to the extent of blackmailing him for this!
"Kuroo." Her sweet tone had a warning in it. "Your choco–"
"Yes! He's so cute and adorable!"
Hibari Akihito, who had been watching from the entrance of the room, raised an eyebrow at his son's three-sixty degree personality switch. While Alison DeLauro who was present in the room as well —in order to take the older of the siblings away and tuck him into bed after this interaction— failed miserably in hiding her grin.
Kuroo could feel his smile twitch as he gently —struggled to— stroked his "baby brother's" cheek with all the affection he could channel. "We'll definitely get along just fine, mother."
His mother smiled in approval and ruffled his hair. "Alright, now you can take your leave."
The boy was so ready to sprint out of the room at a speed that would leave Olympic champions in shame when he suddenly felt a death grip on his arm, one that would have definitely left the strongest man in the world depressed and drawing circles in a corner. He turned his head back to face his mother with confusion etched on his delicate features.
"You forgot to give Kyoya a goodnight kiss."
Kuroo wore a deadpan look. Oh fuck no!
The first few months were bearable. Kuroo chose to stay as far as he could from his younger sibling and his parents didn't seem to mind his behaviour as they believed it to be a "passing phase" as said so by his tante. So they left him to his own devices, which was a good thing. At least.
Well, his mother did force upon him the habit of planting a "goodnight kiss" on his dearest baby brother every night before he went off to bed.
Apart from that, he did all he could to steer clear from the baby demon's path for the whole day. He was ever so thankful for the existence of kindergarten where he did not even have to spare even the slightest thought about Hibari Kyoya— though he did mind the presence of the snotty little brats that surrounded him and were well, brats.
He wordlessly stared at the kid before him who was so engrossed with the task of digging out gold.
Ugh.
"Kuroo-kun?"
His expression morphed into a shy one as he turned around to face the assistant teacher who had called for him. "Y-Yes, Miyo-sensei?"
The woman beamed at his response and he internally scoffed. What was it with the actions of children that melted the hearts of adults?
"Do you think you can help Miyo-sensei and your friends colour?"
"R-Really?" Noooo. Pick another fucking soul who would actually want to colour fruits and butterflies over and over again, for fuck's sake.
She nodded and gestured for him to join the small group settled around the low-lying round table. "Yes. Your colouring is always so lovely. We would all like to have Kuroo-kun help us, won't we children?"
"Yes, Miyo-sensei!" The group of children chorused together.
Oh well, Kuroo sighed as he got to his feet and shuffled over to them. They had asked nicely so he found no problem in having to help some snot and drool dripping brats. At least they knew how to appreciate real talent and true art. And not like it would hurt helping them anyway.
"NO!"
The Hibari internally groaned as he was roughly shoved to the floor. Not this again.
"Sakaguchi Kentaro!" Miyo-sensei screeched in horror as the little boy responsible for Kuroo's fall took a seat on top of the raven head's chest with a fierce look in his clear amber eyes.
As far as Hibari Kuroo was aware, this particular kid who had begun to pick on him since day one was nothing but a jealous little brat. Yes another one of those brats. Just that "this" one was not as ill-mannered as the rest but was a major King of Jealousy whenever it came to someone complimenting the Hibari.
Well, you couldn't blame the kid, afteral Kuroo excelled in all fields and was very beautiful too. Both in the way he carried himself and in his overall appearance. He knew this because he stared at his own reflection in the mirror for a good long five minutes every single day before heading out to kindergarten. And no, he wasn't being prejudiced or partial since he was talking about his features.
It was the plain truth.
He had raven black hair, an apparent trait of the Hibari, complete with the ivory skin tone and almost aristocratic features —which he was confident would become more prominent when he hit puberty. He could already envision himself as a heartthrob of women, and men as well, when that happened. And he couldn't seem to thank his parents enough for the good genes they had passed on to him because it would serve him well in future when he would —okay, he'd stop there for now.
But that wasn't all; in the aspects of what made him beautiful, that is. His good looks would not have been complete without his eyes. Of course, every person had eyes but here, he meant the colour of his orbs, the mesmerising shade that always automatically made him stand out from amongst his peer group.
He inherited both the colours of his parents' eyes. No, he was not a heterochromatic like in his previous life. He just meant that the even though the two colours —grey and soft blue— blended together, they were pretty much distinct at the same time. It was hard to explain unless you saw it yourself. And most people found it hard to express it even then.
Oh right, his tante Alison had said that his eyes were like a bright blue canvas on which a painter had splattered a hue of stormy-grey with his paintbrush. However, it was too poetic for Kuroo's tastes and so whenever someone asked him what the exact colour of his eyes were, he would merely tell them that they were a stormy greyish-blue. It was a simple description which was easy to grasp.
Skipping the whole talk of his God-gifted-natural-beauty (with his most sincere thanks to his parents), Kuroo greeted the boy with tousled wavy dark hair who had his arms crossed over his chest and wore an expression of superiority. "Kentaro."
"That's Sakaguchi-sama to you!"
Kuroo rolled his eyes. What was it with kids these days?
The brat made a face when his "rival" who he had turned into his seat, chose to ignore him. "You–"
He never got to complete his sentence because he was immediately swooped off Kuroo by a pair of adult hands belonging to his sensei. And from the look she wore on her face, he knew he was going to get a long and stern scolding. His frown deepened when he saw his greatest rival's smirk which was clearly directed at him, dissolve into an innocent mask as their classmates flocked around him with concern.
Kentaro couldn't seem to understand why he was the only one who saw the other's "true side". If anything, Hibari Kuroo was the personification of pure evil.
Ghosts did exist.
Them and all things supernatural and unworldly. It was as plain as the fact that the sun rises in the east. Whether one could see, feel and experience or not didn't matter. Even the Vongola Primo's generation had managed to appear two hundred years later through the Vongola rings in the form of those somewhat translucent spectres people feared. Yuni had said it was through their will, an essence of them left behind—or something of that shit— which made it all possible and argued that they were not ghosts, but Kuroo believed otherwise.
They very much had their own presence of mind and remember Daemon Spade? The Vongola Primo's Mist and the bastard who stole his body once? Yeah. That freak was one-hundred percent "ghost". Thus, that very man (who had no sense of privacy whatsoever)justified his whole view that it was the Vongola first generation's ghosts they had met; and that ghosts very much existed.
So when the woman called Sepira appeared, he wasn't surprised.
Okay fine, he did spray out the water he had been rinsing his mouth with when she did but hey! That was because she fucking suddenly popped up behind him and waved with a smile on her face when he caught sight of her in the reflection of the bathroom mirror! He ended up avoiding mirrors for a good long week after that. And he blamed his unsteady child form's emotions for it.
Yes. Apparently, his emotions were controlled by his body's age and he had little reign over them.
Oh hell. He didn't want to know the emotions he'd get hit with during "puberty".
"Rokudo Mukuro." The woman greeted him with a warm smile. (Wait. How could ghosts manage to do that? Weren't they supposed to be cold and dead?). "Or should I call you Hibari Kuroo?"
"The latter." Kuroo replied as he wiped his mouth and hands with the soft towel before turning to face her with a suspicious expression. "Who are you?"
"Sepira." She curtseyed. "At your service."
The name did not come off as a new one to him. He'd heard it before, way back in his first life. Who was she again? Ah, right. The Giglio Nero Primo and also, if he was not mistaken, a member of an ancient species that saw to the balance of the Tri-ni-set —that was before the Arcobaleno and the Vongola and Mare rings came into the picture, of course.
She had a striking resemblance to the boss of the Giglio Nero, Yuni, of his time. Complete with the huge hat and the emblem of the famiglia below her eye and the way she wore her hair. Even down to the clothes, though Sepira's was a dress that fell right below her ghostly knees.
"What are you still doing in this realm?" He cocked his head to the side as he posed his question.
Sepira's laughter was a melodious sound. "And why should I not be?"
"You're dead." Kuroo deadpanned.
She didn't even flinch or wince at his blunt response. Instead, she wore a fond look that irked him. "And so were you."
He narrowed his eyes. So she did know. But how?
"Ever wondered who brought you here and why?"
Kuroo blinked. "So you mean to say that the process of being reborn is not a usual thing for all who die?"
"If that were the case and everyone who died were reborn the way you were, the world you live in now would be devoid of new souls going through the thrills of experiencing life for the first time." Her eyes twinkled. "They would be far too intelligent for their own good. And mind you, blind intelligence pays severely."
He paused in thought.
"Well then, are you trying to imply that you are the very reason I was so graciously granted this second life in a parallel world of the one I lived in before?"
Her laughter graced his ears again.
"I suppose that's a no." Kuroo huffed; the woman's laugh was surely getting on to his nerves.
"Someone else did." Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "I am merely here to act as a guide for you."
"Guide?"
"Well, a guide of some sorts." She shrugged as she floated towards him.
Floated. Wait. Floated!? Oh— she didn't have any feet. It was a rather disturbing observation made by Kuroo.
He instinctively took a step back when she did. His back hitting against the sink as he shot her a wary look. Not his fault that his almost five year old form did not seem to like the idea of a ghost getting close to him. Kuroo could bet on the fact that his childish mind would be the cause of a case of nightmares tonight.
"And why would I require a guide…of some sorts?" He added the last bit after a short pause.
Sepira just smiled in response.
"NOOOOOO!"
The awful blood-curdling scream had both parents rush over towards the source of voice which unmistakably belonged to their first son since little Kyoya was not capable of performing such a feat at just seven months old.
Hibari Izanami, however, just paused by the door and could not seem to help but smile at the scene before her, her husband doing the same as he took a position beside her.
Kuroo had just returned home after a rather tiring day that involved his "self-proclaimed" rival. That kid seriously needed a therapy or a jealousy-management session, if something like that even existed. Hell, Kuroo was so tempted to summon his trident and spear the boy but oh well; he was never one who liked violence or chaos. And using his power on a brat like Sakaguchi Kentaro would be a total waste.
(Yes he was still a Mist flame user and the ever so talented illusionist he was before, much to his relief. The very discovery was a long tale which involved a dog, a tree and the koi pond in the back garden.)
Kuroo was supposed to take a long nap. It was his original plan since he was dead tired and needed rest. But someone just had to ruin it all.
He was greeted by the sight of Hibari Kyoya chomping on his precious pineapple plushie, soaking it entirely with his drool. And that was a very legit reason to scream like the world was ending. It was a murder scene he had walked into afteral. Who the fuck allowed the kid into his room in the first place!?
What had ensued by the time his parents arrived was a vicious tug of war between the two siblings with Kyoya's mouth firmly and stubbornly latched onto the plushie, and Kuroo doing his best to wrench out his prized possession from the demon's jaws.
"Let go!" The older of the siblings howled in an almost animalistic manner. "This. Is. My. Precious!"
Kyoya, however, did not look like he was going to obey the order any sooner. Just how the fucking hell did the demon spawn have such strength!? Kuroo was supposed to be four and several months older than him for crying out loud!
"Treat him gently." A certain ghost advised as she popped up and watched the two with concern. "He's still a baby-"
Kuroo rolled his eyes and chose to ignore her mere presence.
The toddler released his iron jaw-grip on his older brother's possession at that same moment, happily gurgling and pointing at the spot behind Kuroo, the doorway where their parents were watching from.
The ex-Mist guardian of the Vongola had clearly not seen this coming and hence, landed on his bottom without the elegance he carried about. He groaned before getting to his feet, ready to attack his younger brother but stopped when he realised his parents were just there. He huffed and stared at his favourite plushie with disdain as his mother scooped up the happy toddler into her arms.
"Well," his mother never seemed as glad as she was right now. "You adorable little two clearly seem to get along just fine."
He rolled his eyes at her comment and bit back a rude remark. He wouldn't risk losing the chocolate stash in the bottom of his wardrobe afteral. What Kuroo didn't know was that those very words his mother had just spoken would be the very ticket to his doom in the coming days.
A/N: A brief glimpse on Mukuro's daily life as a person who had been reborn…I guess xD And Sepira's appearance as well as HIBARI KYOYA! Okay. That's about it :'3
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