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!
7. The family business.
"I no wuff you, Kwuwo."
"I never asked you to 'woof' me, Kyo-chan. You are afteral, clearly, not a dog."
"Now boys, you are not going to start this in here." Alison interrupted the two as she placed the basket of fruits on the table by Kuroo's bedside. "We do not need the both of you yelling in the hospital's premises. Have I been understood?"
"Yessir." Kuroo rolled his eyes as he plucked out an apple from the basket.
Yes. He was in the hospital recovering from "exhaustion", as his mother had termed it.
It had almost been a week since he had woken up with fucking needles sticking out of his chest (acupuncture —his uncle had said, but to Kuroo it was attempted murder, and hey, both words started with the alphabet 'a' too!) while lying on a hospital bed because apparently, his father didn't want to take chances even though he was fully aware that Fon took care of everything. No offense to Uncle Fon, though the chibi was probably sulking away in a corner despite that calm smile and nod of his head saying, yes, he understood his cousin's reasons for putting Kuroo in the hospital.
He just had a day or two more before he would be discharged and made to resume his classes, in the elementary school he attended of course. Until then, he was stuck in this room of white, trapped in the bed and forbidden to venture out of the room —he had tried to once and only ended up face to face with two hunky men in black suits who ushered him right back in, saying that his father would not allow it. They were security of course; his father's obsession with safety was extreme.
At least the room he was in had an attached bathroom to it.
"Kufufu, I appreciate the whole visiting me out of concern, but honestly, does the family's resident dog really have to tag along too?"
"Kuroo." Alison sighed in exasperation as she shoved an apple in the path of Baby Kyoya's mouth which had been moving fast to clamp down on Kuroo's arm. "And Kyoya, don't make me take away both of your treats and ground the two of you."
The raven head with steel-grey orbs backed away behind his aunt with a glare aimed at his brother while grumpily nibbling on the apple.
"Where's father?" The older of the two siblings questioned as he too bit into the red fruit in his hand. "Another business meeting?"
"Yes. He'll come by in the evening. Or tomorrow."
"I've been curious tante, what exactly is this business that father does?" Kuroo tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing at the way his tante froze for a brief second at his question.
"It's just…family business, Kuroo. You'll learn all about it when you're old enough."
"Is it something illegal? Is that why it's such a big secret and the house is rigged up with so much security measures?"
"You watch too much television, jeune garçon. Just know that your father is a businessman, and let that be it. And like I said, you'll understand more when you're older." The woman huffed before moving to adjust his loose hospital robe which was sliding down a shoulder. "So stop asking questions and go to sleep."
"I already slept enough—"
"Can I seweep too?" Baby Kyoya asked, handing his half eaten apple to his aunt as he rubbed his eyes with the other hand. "I feeling seweepy."
"Yes take him home. I'm not gonna share my bed with him. Bye, and don't forget to bring back sushi for dinner. The hospital food sucks."
"Language." She sighed again before picking up his younger sibling. "Alright. See you later then, Kuroo. Sleep well."
His next visitors, to his unpleasant surprise, were his classmates from the elementary school he attended. And yes, that meant that even Sakaguchi Kentaro was amongst them. Of course, he appreciated their visit and if he had been an actual six-year old, he would have been driven to tears out of gratitude. But the thing is…he wasn't.
Miya-sensei beamed at him before leading his classmates into a song which they had prepared especially for his recovery.
Oh god, he probably needed to drop by the ENT ward after this to check whether or not he'd just busted his eardrums. They sounded like a host of banshees. But he still had to put on a watery smile and a very, very emotional expression to show how touched he was.
And hey, they even brought presents for him!
Most likely because of the fact that he was "friends" with everyone in his class —excluding a certain someone— and they all adored him. Such was the life of a popular boy by the name Hibari Kuroo.
"You can read this Kuroo-kun." A girl with a large bow smiled shyly as she handed him a book on fairytales. "My mother always reads them aloud to me when I'm not feeling well and I get better after hearing the stories. I hope you recover soon enough."
"Thank you, Ayumi-chan." He smiled at her as he placed the book next to his pillow. "I'll make sure to read it, and maybe if I learn the stories, I can be the one to read them out to you someday and make you feel better when you're not feeling well."
She blushed with an awestruck look before shuffling over to the back of the room.
"Chocolates." A familiar voice announced as the owner dumped a paper-bag full of Kuroo's heaven right onto his lap. "They're imported."
For the first time in his life, Kuroo did not hate his self-proclaimed rival. And it would likely remain that way…until the chocolate ran out of course. His surprise must have shown on his face because Kentaro shifted on his feet, feeling very uncomfortable and awkward at the same time.
"This has been the greatest get-well soon present anyone has given me so far." Kuroo looked up and met the other's hazel brown orbs which widened a fraction at his confession. And he wasn't even lying, seeing that no one else had brought him chocolates, not even his family members since his mother had placed a ban on his intake of the brown delight. "Thank you, Kentaro."
The other spluttered before saying it was nothing and disappearing out of his room. It seemed like he was the last one since after that the rest bid him goodbye before filing out of the hospital room.
Kuroo sighed as he sank back down onto his bed.
Now it was back to an eternity of silence.
He just couldn't wait to be discharged.
Kuroo had picked up a new hobby over the next few months.
He termed it as "Discovering the Family Business".
It came up because there was nothing interesting going on in his life at the moment, and also because everyone was just so tight lipped about it that his curiosity had reached its peak. Hell, even Sepira refused to indulge the secret to him because she believed that it was better if his family told him themselves or he found out about it on his own. This only ended up making him more curious.
Besides, if anything, his tante's reactions were so priceless every time he mentioned some random occupation bordering on the lines of "illegal", it totally made his hobby worth it.
Today, he found himself sitting on Baby Kyoya's bed, reading a book while the other entertained himself with cautiously poking a teddy bear as though it would come to life any moment soon.
Don't mistake it. He wasn't on "brotherly-love" terms with the future Demon of Namimori. This was all because his mother had enforced a new rule that ran somewhere along the lines of making him spend about two hours with his little brother every single day in order to have them "get along" with each other. It was terrible during the first few days but the two siblings somehow managed to tolerate the other's presence as time went on.
"Kyo-chan," Kuroo began, fully aware that his tante was listening into their conversation from the next room where she was reading a book. He knew because he could see her through the open door and so far, she hadn't turned a page in the last ten minutes. "What do you think father does?"
"Ha-bi-vowa." The two year old replied instantly, not breaking his attention from where he was prodding the toy. "Papa…ha-bi-vowa."
The older of the two sighed at his brother's about favourite word, first that stupid phrase and now the silly status Baby Kyoya proudly labelled everyone with.
Hibari Kuroo felt the shame from the fact that he couldn't save the world and his little brother from those two dreaded "listen-to-this-my-vocabulary-has-increased!" phases in the little demon's life.
He could still remember the shock that coursed through him when he had returned from classes one day only to find out that the chibi Vongola's Strongest Guardian had picked up those words from his tante.
"Kufufu, like the one who's in charge of a slaughter house? Just that it's a slaughter house meant for humans and not cattle, and it's where organs are harvested for sale in the black market?"
Baby Kyoya actuially paused in his insistent poking before turning to Kuroo and then slowly nodding. "Uhn. Slaw-tah."
Not a second later…
"Jeune garcon!"
"Kyo-chan started it first!"
He sat on the dining table, drinking his cup of milk and scrunching up his face in disgust as he watched the way his little brother attacked his breakfast. There were pieces of rice all over the younger's face and Baby Kyoya didn't seem to be bothered by it, and instead proceeded to swallow a whole piece of fatty-tuna.
"Is that even healthy for him?" Kuroo turned to his tante who was enjoying her cup of tea. "For all I know, he could choke on it and die."
And we won't want him dying now because if he did, what the fuck would happen to the Vongola!?
"He won't." She dismissed as she reached out to wipe away the rice sticking onto Baby Kyoya's face. "So don't worry about it and finish up your breakfast quickly, you will be late for your classes if you don't hurry."
Kuroo shrugged as he brought his cup up to his lips. "Not my fault if he does end up dying. I'll just say, 'I told you so' when the time comes."
Alison shot him a reprimanding look.
There was a brief pause before the raven head decided to bring up his favourite topic of discussion, seeing that neither of his parents were around at the moment. "So…"
He inwardly smirked when he saw his tante stiffen. He didn't understand how but she always seemed to know when he was about to bring up the topic of the so called "family business".
"…a drug lord?"
"HIBARI KUROO! Where on earth did you learn such a word!?"
Baby Kyoya simply shook his head as he watched his older brother scamper out of the dining room with his aunt hot on his heels. "Ha-bi-vowas."
"Oya? Tante! There's a bento filled with kidneys in the fridge, is father really an organ dealer in the black market!? Is that why he has a lot of bodygua—"
"There's no such bento in the fridge, jeune garçon!"
"…did you just check to confirm it?" *cue dramatic gasp* "Have you no faith in my father!?"
…
"Aha! He's a human trafficker, isn't he? I always wondered why I usually hear screams of pleadings coming from the storehouse next to our hous—"
"Jeune garçon, we have no storehouse in the Hibari manor's compound."
…
"Kufufu, I can't imagine him as one but they say never judge a book by its cover so…is father an assassin? Perhaps a hitman? Is that why he has tons of money?"
"That's it! No television for this month!"
"Aww, come on! Pokémon Jhoto's ending this week!"
…
"An informant?"
"…"
…
"How about a secret underground doctor?"
"Your father did not take up any medical courses for his education, jeune garçon."
"Are you saying my father's not intelligent enough?"
In the end, all it took was a man clutching on to his bleeding side who had forced his way into the compound while mumbling incoherent words about needing to "see the oyabun urgently" before promptly collapsing unconscious at Kuroo's feet as the boy had stepped out of the manor —to get going to school— for him to finally come to know what the whole "family business" was.
The raven arched an eyebrow as he eyed the tattoos peeking out from beneath the unconscious man's collar before his gaze trailed over to the man's hand as though searching for—
"Oya, and here we have a half-amputated pinkie." He smirked. "Also, body tattoos…check."
His previous guesses hadn't been too far from this. He had had an inkling suspicion that this might have also been the Hibari "family business", but never voiced it out since he didn't have enough proof. Not like he even had proof for his other guesses in the first place. But now, the evidence was right before him!
And likely bleeding to death from a gun-shot wound at the same time.
He turned to his tante who looked very pale and frozen in her spot right behind Kuroo. Poor woman. The raven had seen far more gruesome sights in his previous lifetime —hell he'd also been the reason for so many such gruesome sights ever since he was nine— so this wasn't anything like a big deal for him.
By then, the guards stationed around the compound had rushed over, hauling the man away and into the manor. The faster they attended to him, the better because Kuroo knew how such wounds could claim lives when not seen to properly. Not that he cared anyway.
"Kufufu, so…" He began with a smug smile as his stormy-blue orbs met his tante's dread-filled blue ones. "The yakuza?"
"He just wore a smirk the whole time as though there wasn't a dying person in front of him in the first place!" Alison exclaimed in distress.
"Well," began Hibari Akihito as he mused over his wife's cousin's words. "…that just proves that he is a true Hibari. We do not falter at the sight of such petty little issues. We stand strong and hold our ground through all circumstances."
The French woman stared at the head of the Hibari with a clearly horrified look. "He's a six year old!"
"Turning seven soon."
"Izanami! You don't have any say in this? It's your son we're talking about! His reaction is not a normal one, because most children would either panic or cry but— He. Just. Smirked!"
"Alison. We all know that my boy is very mature for someone his age. I say it's nothing to worry about. If anything, we now know that he is very brave and now, that is something to be proud of."
Alison huffed and shook her head in disbelief before plopping down on a nearby sofa feeling rather faint. She muttered under her breath as she massaged her temples. "Japanese."
"Dear, are you going to talk to Kuroo about the family business once he comes home?" Hibari Izanami asked as she placed a gentle hand on her husband's arm.
"It seems like I should." The man nodded. "We won't want him staying in the dark for so long."
"And will you introduce him to the kumicho as well?"
"Perhaps this winter. Afteral, father seems quite keen to meet our sons."
…
"Don't drag Hibari Kyoya into this too!"
A/N: I'M BACK! And feeling like a zombie after all those late night cramming sessions during the examination (=.=)v And yes, this is a short chapter to mark my return from my war with my books :v
The Hibari are yakuza. I bet it wasn't much of a surprise since there are plenty fics out there that say the same :'D
Oyabuns are like the sub-bosses who come below the Kumicho, i.e. the boss of the entire organisation. Well, at least that's the conclusion I came to after my short research on the yakuza. Do feel free to correct me if I'm wrong xD
And for those of you who think Kuroo's meeting the kumicho, i.e., his grandfather in the next chapter, I'm sorry but no. I'll be speeding up with his life in the upcoming chapters and covering some mini-arcs along the way as well instead cause I am very, very eager to start canon xD
As for the reviews, heartfelt thanks to TheSilverHunt3r, milpld, SugarAlien, D C JoKeR H S, Neko1290, Slytherson, almakarma18, Avezevin and OrangeCandles for all your precious reviews! T^T
milpld: It's too early to judge :'3 There are many ways he can conquer the world, just wait…and keep reading xD
SugarAlien: I think you mistook the colour of his mist flames for the Flames of Hades, I haven't mentioned its colour yet xD And the cloud flames are carried out through the main family of Hibari clan, well that's how I view it. Anyway, I love your reviews, thank you so much for always taking your time to review ^^
D C JoKeR H S: I would like to personally thank you because dayum, you gave me an idea for a possible future arc!
almakarma18: Interesting review, yes there will be an arc where he gets kidnapped but not exactly in that manner, as for the whole Kokuyo Arc, you'll just have to wait and see xD
And finally OrangeCandles, I can't believe someone actually recommended this fic to you. A big thank you to whoever that person was and to you as well because your review left me smiling for a whole day (TwT)b
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