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 as I have no betas to re-check my writing!
5. Uncle.
"Wow, it's been about four years since I last saw you and you're still as short as your name is, uncle."
Fon sighed before giving a brief nod of acknowledgement at his nephew's appearance. "Good to see that you're doing well, Kuroo."
"Did you miss me, uncle?" The raven head asked with a cheeky grin as he sauntered into the living room. His parents had summoned for him and though he had been watching a rather interesting episode of Pokémon, he immediately left the television to meet his favourite uncle.
(He clearly didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that the feeling was not mutual on Fon's part.)
"I can't say I did." The Chinese replied before shifting his attention over to the figure trailing after Kuroo. A pleasant smile stretched across his lips as he eyed the younger of the siblings. "And this must be Hibari Kyoya."
Kyoya politely greeted him with a bow. His curious glance lingered on Fon for a while before he turned over to his parents who were wearing pleased expressions. He eyed them questionably, because Kyoya was afteral, not much of a talker.
"Kyoya." Hibari Akihito nodded. "We wanted you to meet your uncle, Fon."
"I know he's really short and looks like a baby but trust me, Kyoya…" Kuroo said in a mock whisper as he turned to his younger brother with a hand over his mouth. "…he's still our uncle."
"Kuroo, dear." Izanami's sweet tone had a warning to it.
"My apologies." The said boy gasped and then bowed with a sombre expression. "I sincerely did not mean for my words to wound you —or even be heard, in the first place—, uncle. I was just mentioning facts. You have my deepest regrets for my action of apparent disrespect, judging from my mother's tone." Kuroo looked up and met Fon's eyes, a smirk slowly spreading on his lips. "Am I forgiven, uncle dear?"
The Chinese exhaled after a rather long and deep breath. "It is alright, young one. Besides, I won't want to ruin the mood of this occasion of finally meeting your younger brother by not forgiving you."
Kyoya watched cautiously as his so called "uncle" hopped off the chair with cat-like grace and approached him with a calm expression onto which a gentle smile was plastered upon.
This infant seemed so serene that the future Cloud Guardian of the Vongola Decimo couldn't help but lower his defences. Yes, defences. All because his older brother was now so fond of attacking him out of the blue ever since the day he bit him. It wasn't his fault anyway, Kuroo had been totally asking for it that one time.
"Careful uncle, he bites."
And his older brother just seemed to love telling everyone —up to the household staff, and the koi fish too— about it.
"Kuroo, why not give your uncle and brother some time together?" Alison sighed as she entered the living room with a tray of tea and light snacks. "They're meeting for the first time, I'm pretty sure Fon-san would like to get to know your younger brother well."
Kuroo frowned as he turned to his tante. "And what about me?"
"He already knows enough not to get into a conversation with you." She shot him a challenging gaze, accompanied with an arched brow that seemed to ask if he was really serious in wanting to know why his uncle seemed more comfortable with talking to little Kyoya.
"That's mean, tante."
"It's the truth, jeune garçon."
"Fine fine." Kuroo rolled his eyes and turned to head out of the room. "I'll be preoccupied with Pokémon so if you —" The raven head was cut off with a series of coughs that racked his little body. He frowned and cleared his throat once the episode of another one of those annoying coughs ended. "Like I was saying, I'll be watching Pokémon so you know where to find me if you need me for anything. Ciao."
"Is he taking his medication regularly?" Izanami directed her question over to her cousin since the boy left almost in a hurried manner, preventing anyone from commenting on his health.
"He is." Alison nodded with a frown.
"Is he suffering from an illness?" was the question raised by the Storm Arcobaleno who had been silently watching the whole time with curiosity.
"We took him to the best doctors in and around Japan, but none of them could diagnose what he was suffering from." Hibari Akihito nodded. "All the test results turned up the same with the words that he is not suffering from any aliment at all. And he did not seem to favour the idea of going abroad saying it was an unnecessary act. He has been prescribed a medication for coughs though; we're taking precautions so that his health does not fail."
"Well, that is somewhat…strange." Fon mused over his cousin's words.
Izanami sighed. "I just hope my little boy recovers soon."
Fon was to stay with them for a month.
Kuroo couldn't help the sinister smile that crept up his face when he had heard the news from his mother. It was going to be so fun. He just loved poking at the Arcobaleno, testing out various tactics just to hit a nerve and watch the Chinese turn all uncomfortable or even lose his cool-headed nature when he did.
Why was he doing that?
Frankly speaking, he had no idea either. Maybe he was just so bored of playing the role of a six year old? Or maybe, now that he was in elementary school—
His eyes darkened at the thought of his new school which he had begun attending not less than a couple of months back. Of all the other elementary schools out there in the whole of Kyoto, he just had to land up in the same one which Ken-fucking-taro had enrolled into. No, wait. Scratch that.
That brat chose the same school Kuroo was to attend.
He smirked. Of course, that was a better way to put it than rather thinking that it was a pure coincidence the two were together again or that Fate had worked its magic to weave such a situation.
"Kuroo, you're supposed to be finishing up your homework. What are you smirking for anyway?"
"Hello Sepira." He drawled without bothering to turn to face the woman who he hadn't seen for a few days already. "Where have you been? Rendezvousing with your other 'ghostly pals' in the graveyard I presume?"
The Giglio Nero Primo sighed. "Again with that ridiculous presumption of yours Kuroo, and no. I was in Italy for—"
"Italy!?" The boy whipped his head around, so fast that it would have snapped.
She nodded in response with a happy smile and a faraway look. "It has drastically changed over the years."
"You can travel places?"
"Of course I can. I am not tied down to any particular thing that prevents me from exhibiting my own freewill such as travelling around the world too if I wished to." She replied before meeting his eyes with her sky blue orbs. "I am not entirely a ghost in the first place. While the dead souls remain in a corporeal form to finish some unfinished task, I was simply brought to this world with a mission to watch over you."
Kuroo made a face. "I still don't see the difference you're trying to imply here no matter how many times you mention it."
"No matter." The woman laughed and waved her hand. "It was a nice change, going to Italy instead of Na—…touring Japan."
The boy frowned as he noticed her slip. He wasn't stupid enough not to understand what she was about to say. "What have you been visiting Namimori for?"
"You're a sharp one." Sepira chuckled as her look of surprise vanished from her clear features.
"So?"
"Well, I went to see how Giotto's descendant is faring."
"That blond idiot of the CEDEF?"
"No no." She shook her head with a soft smile as though recollecting a fond memory. "I'm talking about the son of that 'blond idiot of CEDEF'."
"Who are you talk— wait. Kyoya turned two this year, then that means—" Kuroo's eyes widened at the sudden realisation. "—this is the year Sawada Tsunayoshi is born."
"An absolutely adorable child he is." Sepira nodded. "It's amazing how he radiates so much warmth like a true sky even when he's just a mere baby. He reminds me so much of Giotto."
"He was known as Neo-Vongola Primo in my time for a reason." Kuroo mused as he wore a thoughtful look while tapping his pencil against the blank notebook infront of him. He turned to face Sepira again with furrowed brows. "And you haven't told me yet, why do you occasionally visit Italy?"
"Why can't I?"
"Sepira…I don't like it when people stall, you do know that right?"
The ghost fondly smiled. "Of course I do. Two years and I already know enough, like how your eye starts twitching when you begin losing your patience—"
"I do not." He frowned as he abruptly interrupted the woman's rant.
He was not an easy person to read.
Never was in his previous life and never will be in this one too.
"Of course." She laughed. "I went to visit my famiglia."
"Even when you're dead, probably long forgotten already and can't be seen by them?" Kuroo arched an eyebrow.
Oh yes, she was even used to his straightforwardness and lack of sympathy.
"The ring called to me." She replied with a twinkle in her eyes and a forlorn sigh. "So soft was its calling, it was hard not to respond to it every time and reminiscence the past. And yes, despite all of what you stated, I still went to visit them. It's not a crime wanting to know how one's descendents are doing now, is there?"
"The ring—"
A knock on the door interrupted his question and he huffed as he hissed out an "enter". He despised being cut off in the middle of his sentences. Who was it who wanted to meet him at nine in the middle of the night anyway?
"Jeune garcon." Alison greeted him as she entered with narrowed eyes and scanned the room, seeming to look for something. "Who were you talking to?"
"Myself. They say talking to yourself is quite beneficial to you." Kuroo shrugged with an air of nonchalance as he sent a piercing gaze over to Sepira from the corner of his eye. At his tante's look of disbelief, he rolled his eyes. "Or would you prefer it if I said that I had an imaginary friend with whom I was just having an intense conversation before you interrupted us? Does that notion favour better in this situation?"
He always had to come up with an excuse whenever someone had caught him talking to what they presumed was "thin air". And frankly, he was growing tired of all his excuses and running out of witty ones to tell as well. Though, the imaginary friend idea was not too bad of an idea. Children did have imaginary friends, afteral.
"Is there anything you so urgently wanted that you couldn't possibly wait for the morning to confront me, tante?"
"Your parents have assigned you to be tutored." She replied. "I just came to tell you about it beforehand so that you don't throw one of your tantrums that end up breaking Chinaware and creating a mess of the parlour, in front of our guest."
"Tutored?" Kuroo furrowed his brows. "And why, of all things would they want to have me tutored? I don't require any teachers to help me with my studies—"
"Martial arts."
"What?"
"You will be tutored, no, trained by your uncle in martial arts." Alison elaborated as she watched in amusement the colour slowly drain from the boy's face. "Starting tomorrow, seeing that it's a Saturday and a holiday for you."
"Martial arts!?" He spluttered. "They want me to learn martial arts!?"
"I don't like repeating myself jeune garcon."
"B-But—why?"
"Self-defence."
"No, I get that whole part." Kuroo waved it off. "What I'm having a really hard time trying to comprehend right now is why of all people is Uncle Fon —my now so called tutor— for this?"
"Well, he's most skilled." She simply raised a brow. "And—"
"He's a baby." He interjected, despite knowing the truth behind the Arcobaleno, and that the Chinese had once been —still was?— the world's greatest martial artist before being cursed into an infant all to secure the balance of the Tri-ni-set.
Of course, his parents had also never disclosed anything personal or remotely related to Fon's…predicament, so this was not an overly unexpected reaction from him. Obviously.
Alison paused, probably being unable to come up with a proper answer that wouldn't raise more questions. She sighed. "Get some sleep. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."
"Hey hey! You haven't answered me yet!"
Kuroo shook his head and turned back to his notebook after his tante had shut the door and told him that he'd receive answers tomorrow. A smirk slipped onto his lips as he twirled the eraser tipped pencil in his fingers. Thoughts of his conversation with Sepira were tucked far behind his mind as he ran a couple of schemes through his brain. "Tomorrow is going to be really fun."
"I hope you're not planning on troubling your uncle, Kuroo."
T'ai chi ch'uan.
Kuroo was not really in the mood to be impressed by the fact that he was being taught by one of the greatest martial artist to have existed in the world. Rather, his attention was solely focused on the pain from stretching his little body in ways he had clearly been unaware could be possible, in the past few days. Damn the muscle fatigue. And fucking damn his uncle who simply waved it off saying that he would grow used to it eventually and he would face no pain later on.
Couldn't the man understand how painful it was for a kid to bear the after effects of sudden and prolonged stretching? God, he felt like he had just run a marathon from one end of the world to the other.
Hell, he couldn't even walk properly to class! Let alone his room after training was done for the day.
And yeah, wasn't tai chi supposed to do with health and not fucking pain?
"Those stretching exercises are another branch of martial arts." Fon simply replied with that infuriatingly calm smile of his.
"I thought you said we would be focusing on t'ai chi ch'uan." The raven head deadpanned.
"Which we are." The Storm Arcobaleno calmly replied. "But it doesn't mean we can't focus on other forms of martial arts too."
Kuroo pulled himself off the ground where he'd just finished an exercise which involved him to execute a split —and a pretty damned smoothly executed one on his part indeed despite it being a just few days since he picked it up. Who could blame him for being such perfection?
The body of children were so flexible unlike that of adults, much easier to manipulate and bend to one's own freewill, hence the pain from overexertion of his muscles.
"Alright. Now today being a Saturday, we will be doing something new."
"Last time you said that, you just taught me how to breathe which —for your information— was something I grew up doing all along with every other living creature on the planet who takes in oxygen and exhales carbon dioxide, and also the main reason why I'm still alive because people who don't breathe are usually six feet under the ground."
Fon just ignored another one of the boy's rants as he sat crossed leg on the carpet grass. "Take your position."
Kuroo huffed and did as he was told. "Now what?"
"Take your position." The Chinese repeated even with his eyes shut.
The boy rolled his eyes before closing them, straightening his back and placing his hands as he usually did when it came to another one of those meditation exercises which was mainly to do with well…breathing.
"Today we focus on unveiling the secrets of your qi."
"Spiritual energy?"
"Life force."
"Oookay?"
"Focus." Fon said sharply. "Focus, and find it."
"What? You expect me to find my life force? My fucking soul?"
SMACK!
"Geez, that was very unnecessary!" Kuroo grumbled. "Fine, I'm focusing."
He breathed in and slowly exhaled, clearing his mind of all thoughts in the process. One of the main things when it came to meditation was not getting distracted and having a clear mind. A very difficult thing to do in the beginning since one ended up remembering even the most irrelevant things in life while trying not to think of anything.
Like how there was a possibility of dying if one consumed too much chocolate.
Well, shit.
Inhale. Exhale.
Kuroo felt at peace and calm, like a weight being taken off his shoulders as he eventually steadied his breathing to a slow pace.
"Everyone has a life force which commonly ranges from a variety of seven attributes."
Is he talking about dying will flames?
"Like the electrifying lightening, the raging storm, the bright sun, the drifting cloud, the calming rain, the deceiving mist—" (Kuroo held back his snort at the mist's description. Couldn't they find another adjective apart from the word 'deceiving'? Apparently not.) "—and the harmony of the sky.
You can have a number of the common different elements flowing inside you, but there is only one which you will discover is your main element."
The deceiving mist.
"Now, look into yourself and find out your element. It will of course take time since it is usually dormant in most people who have no knowledge or intention to make use of it. However, when you search and reach out for it, it will respond to you and accept your control over it."
Kuroo was lost to time as he explored the inside of himself. It almost felt like forever before suddenly, he felt a sensation weave through his whole being as his mind brushed upon something rather unusual within him. And what a pleasantly new sensation it was. He knew what it was like, embracing his own flames and using it from all those past years of experience, but this?
He couldn't seem to find the right words to express this.
Tendrils of calming indigo waved lazily from what looked like a core that he could…not exactly see but well, see. It was difficult to explain, call it viewing the core with the help of his inner eye perhaps?
It was very interesting, seeing as how he had never really come across such sights of his core back when he was Rokudo Mukuro.
And such an enticing and beautiful colour it was.
But there was something funny about it.
A nagging sensation —call it his intuition, yes, not only Sawada Tsunayoshi had that— told him that the core was supposed to be in the shape of an orb and definitely not have loose tendrils waving about, making it seem as though his flames were…oh fuck. They were leaking out!
Retreat! His mind screamed at him.
Reaching out for it right now as instructed did not seem like a good idea at all. It would only cause more of his flames to drain out of him at a faster rate. Why was this happening!? Did it have to do with him accessing his flames at the fragile age of two? Fuck, he knew it was a bad idea but he didn't think it would have been that bad of an idea. Come on, Fon was —as of now— a two year old too for fuck's sake!
He had just used his flames out of emergency at that time to prevent himself from falling into the clutches of death again. And that too because of that dog!
But it was so…seductive.
He couldn't ignore the call, couldn't control the curiosity of child's body he was in.
He felt himself reaching out for that warm feeling that promised peace.
So deceiving.
So intoxicating.
So…like home.
And well, he knew he was fucked.
Fon sensed something was wrong the moment he felt a whiplash of uncontrolled energy hit him.
His eyes immediately flew open and with horror, took in the sight of his nephew convulsing and coughing out blood rather violently. This wasn't supposed to happen. What the hell went wrong!? Could it be that the boy had found his qi already!? But that was absurd!
Kuroo was still just an inexperienced child!
This exercise was only meant for the boy to attain another level of concentration before he actually discovered his qi within himself. And that was supposed to be only after a year or two.
He wasted no time in knocking out the boy who seemed to be trapped within his own mind when Kuroo did not respond to Fon's calls to snap out of the state of meditation that was clearly worsening his situation by the second. The boy needed to be attended to, and he needed to be attended to now.
And he needed someone to help, to assist him.
"Izanami!"
A/N: Well…was that as climactic as I hoped for it to be?
And woohoo! Tsuna is born! Like finally xD
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