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: Mind the language AND the grammar too since I have no betas to re-check my writings xD!
4. Damn that catchphrase.
"What…" Kuroo had an impassive look as he stared at the paper in his hands. "…is this?"
He had woken up to a tiny pair of hands slapping him as though his "God-gifted-natural-beauty" of a face was a fucking drum. And he did NOT appreciate it. At all. He groaned and sat up only to have his drowsiness clear off instantly when his eyes met with grey ones that he knew would turn harsh and cold in the future.
Baby Kyoya who had a pacifier stuck in his mouth held a paper up to his face for him to see.
'Kuroo, I know you are very mature despite being just five years old and I am proud of you for that. Hence, I leave your little brother in your care while I shop with your aunt. Ask the maids for help if you require anything. Take good care of him, alright? ~ Love, your mother.'
"She did not." He hissed as his eyes ran through the note a couple of times more.
When he realised that no the paper was not going to vanish and no, he wouldn't wake up from this terrible nightmare since it was pretty much reality, he turned to face his charge who blinked almost innocently at him. Almost.
The older of the two pressed his forefinger against Baby Kyoya's forehead and pushed the recently turned one year old away from him. Well, he tried to but apparently his demon of a brother had the strength of a demon too 'cause he just won't fucking budge.
Baby Kyoya's eyes narrowed. It was a warning sign which Kuroo didn't bother taking it seriously and that was a fatal mistake.
"Argh! Get off me you lil fu—"
"Language!"
The two siblings paused and turned to the newest member who had just entered the room.
"He is just a child so mind your language around him, Kuroo." Sepira scolded as she drifted in with a look of disappointment clearly sketched out on her ghostly face. "Honestly, what would you do if he picked up all those words from you?"
"Why do you care?" Kuroo huffed as he shoved his brother off his chest and got out of the bed before the little monster could do anything more.
Baby Kyoya, however, seemed to have long forgotten about his brother and was instead, curiously staring at the ghost who cheerfully waved at him. The infant owlishly blinked before he responded with a hesitant wave. Almost immediately, Sepira swept down to him and patted her cheeks with her hands —which according to Kuroo was pretty silly of her to do since her hands passed right through the kid's face and that was a pretty disturbing sight— as she cooed.
Kuroo paused. "…wait. Why can he see you? I thought no one apart from me can see you unless you will them to."
"Well…" She began to explain as she settled behind the infant and wrapped her arms around him. "Children are different, you see. They can perceive and see things more clearly, something like an ability which they eventually lose when they grow up. Anything supernatural does not go as unseen by them."
The raven head gave a non-committal hum in response as he shuffled over to the bathroom. Today was the beginning of the summer holidays which meant that he won't have to attend kindergarten. It was a good thing since he didn't seem to have the energy to act all nice around a certain brat these days. He would have snapped if that very brat became unbearable. Should I just murder him?
It wasn't like Sakaguchi Kentaro had existed in his world or even played a minor role in shaping it. In fact, Kuroo would be doing the universe a favour by getting rid of the brat now. And it wasn't as though anyone would even miss the spoiled son of the CEO of some big-deal company —whose name he didn't bother to remember because they didn't manufacture chocolate.
(What? Chocolate IS life!)
But then again, it would be troublesome dealing with the aftermath if that happened.
He sighed. The summer might have, would have, and could have been an enjoyable one since the Sakaguchi brat would be out of his nose for a good long month and half…but no.
Hibari Kyoya just had to come along and spoil the fun.
Kuroo rinsed off his mouth and placed his toothbrush away. He stared at his reflection with another sigh. His raven black hair was all in a mess but damn did he still look so good. A laugh escaped his lips as he continued to stare at his bewitching appearance. Oh, the advantage he would take of it to make people grovel at his feet. Ah…and won't that be just so wonderful.
"Kuroo! Your brother is going all 'ninja' and if you don't come here right this instance he might topple off the bed and get hurt and— ack!" Sepira's panicked voice ruined his moment. "No little one, you should not—"
The boy rolled his eyes as he headed out of the bathroom. He could only hope that this would be the first and last time he would be made to watch over the baby demon, despite what his intuition was saying.
Think chocolates, just think chocolates.
"What?" Kuroo snapped.
The one year old before him was clearly not impressed with his response because he scowled before making another attempt of grabbing the bowl of snacks from his older brother's hands. When the bowl went out of his reach one more time, the child took to stubbornly sitting himself next to his brother on the bed.
"These are not meant for you, you insufferable brat." Kuroo rolled his eyes as he shoved some more potato chips into his mouth right infront of Kyoya's face on purpose. His eyes glinted with delight when his younger brother stared at him longingly and audibly swallowed his saliva. "Only I can eat it."
Baby Kyoya sniffed and scrunched his nose. "Kwuwo."
"I don't know what that's supposed to mean Kyoya."
"Kwuwo!"
"Oh? My name you say?" The older of the two scoffed. "Nope. That's not how you say it."
THWACK!
"Ouch! You little—"
"Kuroo, stop being so sadistic and feed your brother some of those potato slices." A familiar voice sighed.
"'Potato chips', Sepira." Kuroo rolled his eyes. "They're called potato chips."
The ghost cocked her head to the side as she stared at the food item in the bowl. "Do they really taste so good?"
"I don't know. Why don't you try and tell me—" He paused and faked a gasp. "—oh, I'm sorry. You're dead and a ghost AND you can't eat! Pardon my mistake, I forget some times." The boy grinned, stuffing more of the chips into his mouth and loudly crunching on them before putting on a show of licking his fingers. "But…they do taste very pleasing to the taste buds. Absolutely lovely, the flavour just melts in your mouth."
Sepira frowned and wore her favourite look of disapproval as she hovered over to the two siblings.
Baby Kyoya perked up at the sight of her and pointed at the bowl his brother's possession. "Me want!"
The woman sadly shook her head. "I'm sorry, Kyo-kun. I can't get it for you and I doubt I can convince your brother to part with it either."
"No?" The demon's eyes widened in dismay and Kuroo snorted.
"Sorry." She shook her head again.
"You heard her." The stormy bluish-grey eyed boy smirked. "You won't be able to eat this so shoo! Go away! Go back to tante and tell her I do not want to watch over you again even if it's just for an hour."
"He can't speak full sentences yet Kuroo." Sepira arched an eyebrow in amusement. "You can't believe he will be able to convey that message to your aunt now, do you?"
"I'm contended as long as he stays far away from me and does not— I said you're not getting any so stop trying to reach for the bowl!"
"Kwuwo!"
The woman simply looked towards the sky in exasperation as though wanting to know why her of all the billions and billions of dead people. She exhaled and turned to the two siblings who were busy bickering over the bowl of potato slic— chips. It's potato chips. Not slices, Sepira. Chips.
"Just feed him a piece or two." She finally said. "Then he would not pester you any further, Kuroo."
The two stopped and stared at her.
"Well…that is a good idea…" Kuroo nodded to himself before turning to his brother. "Okay, you get just one piece, you got me?"
Baby Kyoya eagerly nodded. "One pwiece."
"Nah-uh." Kuroo shook his head. "You're forgetting the magical word, Kyoya!"
"Puh…puh-wease?"
"Exactly. Alright, here you go."
Sepira smiled as she watched the one she was supposed to guide hold a chip out to his younger brother and fondly thought of how adorable the two of them were— before the stormy bluish-eyed boy grinned and decided to destroy the whole "sweet" scenario by quickly devouring the piece of potato chip himself.
Kuroo stuck his tongue out to the little demon and burst into an evil chuckle. "Kufufu…did you really think I would have fed you?"
Normally, children in Baby Kyoya's position would have dissolved into tears but that was not the case for the future Demon of Namimori for he was, well, not your average child.
CHOMP!
It only took a moment for Kuroo and Sepira to register what had just happened.
"Argh!"
"Kyo-kun! Kuroo!"
"Mmm-ff-mm!"
"Get him off me!" The ex-Mist guardian of the Vongola screamed as he tried to wrench out his hand from Baby Kyoya's mouth. Yes, the insufferable brat had just bitten him! "He's eating me! He's fucking eating me ALIVE! CANNIBAL—"
"Now, now—"
"—ti ammazzo! Vaffanculo! Pezzo di merda—"
"—Kyo-kun! Don't harm your brother—"
"—god-damned mother fucking release me this instant! Or I fucking swear I will—"
"—language Kuroo! He's just—"
"What is going on in here!?" A new voice interrupted the chaos.
Sepira immediately disappeared, probably due to being startled which wasn't really necessary since the newcomer couldn't see her. But who could blame her? She did feel quite real at times.
However, Kuroo was still stuck howling in pain and letting loose a string of colourful words in multiple languages while Baby Kyoya was busy being preoccupied in being the source of his older brother's suffering, of course.
"Kyoya!" Hibari Izanami exclaimed as she gently managed to pry her youngest away from Kuroo. "That's not a very nice thing to do."
"Oh merda." The older of the two siblings cursed as he stared in shock at the puncture marks on his hands which were now beginning to bleed, courtesy of a little demon who barely even had any teeth to begin with for fuck's sake!
"He bit me. He fuck—"
"Jeune garçon." His tante's voice interrupted him as she firmly took him by the wrist and inspected his wound. She was unfazed by his choice of words since he used them much too often around her and never seemed to bother to listen to her scoldings about it, unless of course it was accompanied with a bribe of chocolate. "Watch your language."
"Mother!" Kuroo snapped out of his momentary trance and turned to his mother, pulling away from his tante in the process and thrusting his injured hand out for her to see. "Look at this! I need to go to the hospital!"
Izanami arched an eyebrow as she shifted Kyoya in her arms so that he was comfortably resting on her hip. "Hospital?"
"Yes! He bit me! Oh my god, I need an anti-rabies shot or…or—"
"Kuroo, you should calm down." His mother shook her head. "You don't need any—"
"He bit me! I could die once I'm infected!" He cried out in anguish as he waved his hand infront of her. "See!? He could pass off as a dog and no one would—"
"Jeune garçon!" The French woman snapped as she placed a firm hand on her nephew's shoulder. "You will talk to your mother with proper respect and your brother is no dog!"
"He tried to bite me to death!"
Suddenly, his older brother's rants were turned a deaf ear to by Baby Kyoya who blinked as he ran his brother's choice of words through his mind. He couldn't understand it but by somehow, he liked the sound of the words. It just felt so perfect to his ears!
And he knew, right there and then, that those words were just meant for him and him only.
The occupants of the room abruptly hushed up when the youngest of them pointed a finger at his older brother. They wore curious looks as they wondered what the little raven head was up to. Surely, they were not aware and least expected that what they were to witness was an event that would forever change their lives, Kuroo's particularly—
"Bwite you to de-f-th."
(Hibari Kuroo's eyes comically widened as he had sudden flashbacks of memories from his past which showed a certain raven head in all his glory and tonfas, a promise of pain glinting in his steel gray eyes as his lips parted and his tongue lolled out his all-time favourite "catchphrase".)
—and that today was the day history would be made.
There was a momentary pause and then,
"Oh fuck no!"
"That's it! You are not going to eat anything remotely chocolate for the rest of your vacation!"
Alison DeLauro tucked a strand of her blond hair behind her ear with a sigh as she placed the last of the picture books back on the shelf.
The Hibari manor was quiet. Well, it was peaceful for the time being, considering the fact that little Kyoya was fast asleep since it was noon and Kuroo was currently in kindergarten since his classes had resumed today. She couldn't be more than grateful for it because she was growing tired of breaking the siblings apart whenever they got into their daily fights.
It was as though they couldn't live a day without getting into each other's nerves. Well, it was usually the older of the two who initiated every single brawl anyway. She rolled her eyes. And they all call Kuroo "mature".
The boy was extremely different from his age-group. He had funny habits a child wouldn't have and preferred to quietly read rather than play. Not to forget that he was a walking dictionary of inappropriate language whenever his mood went sour. She wondered just where the boy had learned such…words. She didn't teach them to him of course, could it be the television? One never could trust the media.
She had come to Japan five years ago in hopes of settling down in the country where her cousin lived. Izanami was the closest thing she had to a sister and she truly cared for the woman who despite being older than her by a couple of years, always treated her like a close friend. The woman was too kind and Hibari Akihito, her husband, was no less.
But Alison knew she wouldn't be able to continue living in Japan forever. She would have to move back to France one day. Her older brother, Sebastien, would marry his fiancée in the near future and when that happened, she would have to go back to their family château in order to look after their mother; and also perhaps her brother's child who would be conceived not too long after.
The woman sighed. Well, at least she already had her share of experience when it came to looking after children.
"DeLauro-san."
She turned around to face the maid who stood by the door. "Yes?"
"Tea is being served in the parlour. Izanami-sama awaits your presence."
"Tell her I'll be there soon."
"Are you alright, Kuroo-kun?" Miyo-sensei questioned as she stared at her student who had just ended his coughing fit. "Are you having a cold?"
The boy in question bit back his frown and managed to put on a smile. "No, sensei. I think it's my allergies acting up."
"You sneeze when allergies act up."
Sakaguchi Kentaro rolled his eyes as he pointed out the obvious the moment their sensei turned her back to them. "Just admit it. You caught a cold."
Ah, right. The "intelligent" little boy who always loved to butt into conversations he was clearly not involved in. Even the whole of summer didn't seem to have changed Kentaro. The kid needed to just go get a life and stop involving himself where he wasn't welcomed, and also seriously consider shifting his seat too.
To some god-forsaken corner obviously.
Like, why was he even sitting next to Kuroo if he proclaimed to hate him?
"Do you like me?" Kuroo suddenly turned to face the boy with clear amber eyes.
"W- Th- WHAT!?" Kentaro spluttered at his nemesis's unexpected question.
"I asked you whether you liked me."
"Of course not! W-What makes you think I would like someone like you?" The brat sneered after quickly recovering from his initial shock.
The Hibari shrugged as he wore an indifferent look. "Well, you've been bothering me since the very first day of kindergarten. You can't seem to leave me alone and you like to relentlessly pick on me, even though your attempts of bullying never really work of course."
"And what does that even have to do with your question!?"
"My tante said that when someone has a crush on you or likes you, especially if they are kids, they do all they can to get your attention, even to the extent of getting violent and physical since they are unaware of how to woo the one they like." Kuroo drawled as a smirk tucked up on the corners of his lips. "And that is exactly what you're doing isn't it, Kentaro? So does that mean you like me?"
Well, Alison had never said anything as such but it was a legitimate and universal fact, and also, he was growing tired of being nice to this brat in particular. Maybe he should traumatise the kid a little to get him off his life?
"Of course not!" Kentaro exclaimed as he turned an interesting shade of red. "I would never like you! And you're a boy on top of that!"
"What? Mommy been telling you all about prince and princesses, how they're only meant for each other and no one else?" The raven head smoothly asked as he leaned closer, clearly enjoying how the boy with clear amber eyes flinched at the sudden proximity. "You think boys can't like each other? Why? Can't imagine a prince and prince together, happily ever after?"
"W-Wha—"
"Don't play dumb, Kentaro." Kuroo sighed as he brought up a hand and lightly stroked the boy's cheek, smirk growing wider. "If it's a kiss you want, you can just ask me you know."
"YUCK!" The boy screeched. "Get away from me you freak!"
The illusionist could only laugh heartily as he watched the dark haired boy scramble out of his seat with his bag and stumble over to another bench. "Arrivederci, Kentaro! Come back never!"
In the end, the boy avoided him for one whole month and was never seen sitting even a feet close to Kuroo for the rest of their schooling years.
Hibari Kuroo had to say, it was a performance of permanent-trauma well inflicted on the brat by him.
Well, who could blame Kuroo for being the genius he was?
A/N:
THANKS FOR READING/GIVING THIS A TRY!
I update after every thirteen days, if you're curious to know. Next update will be scheduled for release on the 13th of December. And thank you so much to all those who bothered to favourite and follow this fanfic, you people are my joy ^^
Special thanks to my dearest reviewers CountessDraculara, Not-Gonna-Update, SugarAlien, Ever-Lethargic, AllArtAnimeLover and Erika Elencia! I love you guys! :')
Yes, Kuroo and Kyoya are like frenemies, along with the forceful bromance courtesy of Hibari Izanami who despite her appearance is scary. Thank you guys for enjoying this fanfic so far, I do hope this chapter lived up to your expectations too! ^^
Asfor the Italian words in this chapter, most of them are swear words only so I'll just leave it at that xD