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: Amano Akira owns it all. Except the plot and a few characters of course.
WARNING: Mind the language and grammar, I don't have a beta.
A/N:
Just to refresh everyone's memory, previous chapter was the end of the whole "France Arc" that mainly involved Squalo, the Hibari siblings and the creepy ass uncle Casimir— who has now taken Kuroo under his wing and is training him (kinda?) in the ways of an assassin.
Also, I hope y'all still remember Kuroo's so called "best friend" Sakaguchi Kentaro!
(Fun Fact: He's an actual Japanese actor/model I fell in love with when I first began writing this fic so I just shoved him in as a character, lmao. If you want to see how Kentaro will look like when he grows up, you can google the name and feast your eyes upon the pictures xD)
18. How to Hibari 101.
It was the late spring of the year Kuroo turned ten.
"It's already lunch break," Kentaro hummed as he absentmindedly stared at his bento lying next to Kuroo's, his mind elsewhere.
Kentaro's desk had become their permanent spot for lunch this time around.
While they could have always opted for Kuroo's, his seat was towards the door— which meant easier access for the girls from other classes to pop in during lunch and bother Mr. Popular.
"Do you think the girls managed to capture Kyo-chan again?" Kentaro asked as he sat up straight with furrowed brows.
"He'd rather die than be in the presence of any crowd." Kuroo replied, sounding distracted as his fingers fiercely tapped on the buttons of his GameBoy.
"He's taking longer than usual, you know. Aren't you worried?"
"He's my baby brother, he'll be alright."
Kuroo sighed when he accidentally K'O-ed the Pokémon he was trying to capture.
"Besides, he would never miss out on having lunch with us." He said as he slid the GameBoy into his pocket after saving his progress. "Don't worry."
As if on cue, the sounds of girls cooing could be heard for the next ten seconds before the door to their classroom slid open.
Hibari Kyoya stepped in with a displeased expression.
Why do those herbivores always behave that way!?
His features, however, brightened up on seeing his brother's welcoming smile. Kyoya immediately went over to him, his bento held tightly in his arms.
"Were you a good boy in class today?" Kuroo asked as he pulled in an extra chair and helped his brother on to it.
Kyoya nodded. "I read a new book on the food chain. Sensei helped me."
"That's a big word, Kyo-chan." Sakaguchi Kentaro said as he opened up his bento. "I'm impressed. Do you know more big words?"
The little Hibari preened at the praise, straightening his back as he too did the same. "Savanna."
Once upon a time, Sakaguchi Kentaro had been number one on Kyoya's "bite" list but lately, things had changed.
One, because his brother needed a friend or he would be sad and alone. And two, because Kentaro had given him a very big encyclopedia on animals as a gift for joining their primary school.
Ah, yes.
The highlight of the year was definitely the news of Hibari Kyoya joining the same primary school as his older brother.
It was a very hectic beginning for Kyoya. He could still remember how horrifying it was— because so many older female herbivores would come over just to pinch his cheeks when they came to know whose his little brother he was. They would even try to get him to give these weird pink and strongly scented envelopes to Kuroo!
"Hibari? Oh, you're Hibari Kuroo's younger brother!?"
"Hibari Kuroo's baby brother!"
"So you're the Kyo-chan!"
"Hello, there. Do you want something to eat?"
"You're so cute!"
Kyoya had been trapped in a corner by these ravenous herbivores— omnivores?
It was his first day, and all he wanted was to simply eat his lunch with Kuroo. Why were they trapping him!?
Just as his fingers began inching for the trusty tonfas hidden in his sleeves, a calm and familiar voice broke through the crowd.
"Kyoya. I thought you'd gotten lost."
The boy looked up to see his older brother standing in the middle of the crowd that had immediately parted like the Red Sea.
"Kuroo." Kyoya exhaled, not knowing he had been holding his breath the whole time.
He rushed and sank into the older's embrace, burying his head in his brother's chest while trying to tune out the coos that rang out around them.
"I'm sorry, ladies." Kuroo politely said as he placed hands on his brother's shoulders. "He's a little shy. I'll be taking him back with me now, please excuse is."
Kyoya had decided there and then that his brother was the King of the Jungle.
Coming back to the present…
"Kufufu, savanna is a big word." Kuroo nodded, bringing his little brother out of his reverie.
"I've been to a savanna once." Kentaro hummed as he picked a few sausages from his bento and dropped it into Kuroo's. "When I visited Africa with my father for vacation. It's a cool place."
"Kuroo, I want to go to a savanna too." Kyoya immediately put forth his request with furrowed brows.
"Not yet, Kyoya. First let's focus on you getting a little older." Kuroo patiently replied as he took one of the tamagoyaki in his bento by his chopsticks and held it up for Kentaro.
The other casually leaned in, mouth open to accept the egg.
"Then we'll go there when you know all about your precious herbivores and carnivores."
The little demon's protest died on his lips when he saw the overly cozy drama before him— of his brother feeding someone else.
And not him.
His frown only deepened. "Kuroo, feed me." Kyoya demanded.
Kuroo sighed but complied anyway. "Why are you like this?"
"I could ask my dad to have the three of us go there this summer." Kentaro generously offered.
"I'll be in France this summer." Kuroo said.
"Again?" His friend sounded disappointed.
"Unfortunately, my uncle is too fond of me." He replied. "Call it some uncle-nephew bonding time— Kyoya. Don't put your veggies aside. Tante will not be pleased if you return home without eating them."
"Only herbivores eat veggies."
"You're forgetting omnivores eat them too."
"Then how about hanging out this Sunday?" Kentaro asked.
"Uncle Fon is raising up the bar of my training regiment since I'm already ten years old." Kuroo shook his head. "My Saturdays and Sundays are now in his hands, and meant solely for training. I don't think I can do anything about that. Plus, I have a national tournament coming up."
Kentaro wore a look of awe. "You have such a busy life for a kid." He laughed as he suddenly remembered something. "Hey, remember when you were eight and told the whole class your ambition in life was world domination?"
"If you're planning to poke fun at it," Kuroo said in a flat tone, "let me tell you that it is still my ambition to take over the world."
Kentaro ended up choking on his words and wisely kept quiet.
"What do you think will be an effective way for world domination?" Kuroo asked his younger brother with a smirk.
Kyoya seemed to be deep in thought. "You need..."
"Guns." Kentaro piped in.
"No." Kyoya shook his head. "Kuroo needs a savanna."
The stormy bluish-grey eyed boy raised a brow at the unexpected (okay, maybe slightly expected too because this was the Hibari Kyoya) reply. "A savanna?"
"Animals?" Kentaro asked.
"A savanna. Many strong carnivores." Kyoya sniffed.
"Kufufu, but of course." Kuroo laughed, his eyes darkened as he considered his brother's answer. "A savanna."
"I don't know how animals are going to help you take over the world but hey— the bell's going to go off soon. Better finish off your lunch before its too late."
When Kuroo turned eleven, his grandfather (and the head/kumicho of the Hibari-gumi), Hibari Shōwa passed away.
The wake of his deceased grandfather was the fifth and the last time Kuroo ever saw the man again.
Kyoya was declared too young to attend the wake and was left at home with Tante Alison to take care of him; the rest of the family drove down to the main family house somewhere near the outskirts of Kyoto.
His death had caused quite a storm both in the underworld and the public.
After all, everyone knew the Hibari.
And Hibari Shōwa, no less.
His was a name which was as often repeated as the tales of the gods by the elderly. Some even believed he was a deity himself, while others were convinced he was a man with ancient blood of their gods running in his veins.
It was a different picture for the underworld.
A big name was dead; things would change now, alliances would be forged and broken— and most importantly, if one wanted to bring down the Hibari, this was the time for them to rise.
Not like anyone even dared to dream of doing so. Except for the young and vigorous groups who aimed too high while knowing too little.
The media was buzzing but too afraid to overstep their boundaries and pry into the affairs of the Hibari. The police, on the other hand remained in the sidelines, making sure to stay a considerable distance away from the premises while keeping check on the security.
It wasn't necessary (seeing how this wasn't one of the other yakuza groups but the Hibari), but they felt in them a sense of duty and courtesy to assist in the smooth procedure of the whole funeral ceremony.
They owed a lot to the Hibari.
Kuroo saw a few Hibari of direct blood relations from the main house among the midst of several others. It wasn't hard to find them seeing how they carried the typical Hibari features.
They nodded to him in acknowledgement while ignoring the others and keeping aloof from conversations.
His father and mother had left him to himself in the crowd as they had to attend to more important matters.
Hibari Akihito, Kuroo's father, was going to take over the position as the next kumicho.
If things didn't turn nasty and people ended up being killed, that is.
"Kuroo." A familiar voice greeted as he felt a weight rest upon his shoulders.
"Hello, Uncle Fon." Kuroo pleasantly greeted back. "How are you?"
He easily reached over to bring the Arcobaleno into his arms much to the other's distaste.
"Is this event too scary for you?" Kuroo asked innocently as he cradled his uncle in a vice-grip that couldn't be easily broken out of. "Aww, don't cry. I'm here."
He even dared to coddle him like a baby!
Fon mentally counted to ten as he took in deep breaths, his smile not wavering. He could never understand why— no, how his nephew (was the only one so far who) always irked him to the point of almost losing his cool.
"Where are your parents?" Fon asked as he adjusted himself to a more comfortable position. "And why aren't you with them?"
"They're somewhere." Kuroo shrugged. "Probably by grandfather's side."
The hall where Hibari Shōwa's coffin sat in was a big place and currently filled with a great number of people (much to Kuroo's surprise because weren't the Hibari more of a solitary people?).
"You seem very indifferent to his death."
"I've only met him four times." Kuroo replied with an amused expression. "Kufufu, why would I share in the remorse of others who knew him much longer than I had?"
Fon paused. "Fair point."
"To be frank, all I know about him is how violent of a person he was when angered." Kuroo said as he began making his way to the other end of the room. "Snubbing out the end of his cigarette in the eye of a rival when the other stepped out of the line during negotiations." He spotted his mother talking to someone he didn't seem to recognize. "Father always mentioned that whenever he came up in our conversations."
Not that he remembered everyone's names and faces, but this was a formal gathering where only the higher ups of different branches and alliances along with their few direct subordinates were to attend.
And Sepira had told him to keep an eye on his mother today.
"That is one trait I can assure you which passed down the line."
"Which part?" Fon asked.
"The part where—" Kuroo's eyes narrowed as he tossed his uncle off his arms.
The moment the stranger talking to his mother drew his hand out of his pocket, Kuroo was already on the move.
He jump kicked the unsuspecting man from behind, a hand slamming against the nerve on the neck as he smoothly turned in the air before using the unconscious body (that was forced to the ground with a sickening crack) as a landing pad.
"The part where we hate it when people take us for fools." Kuroo huffed as he bent over and picked the knife that had fallen to the floor.
Fon himself gracefully landed on his nephew's head, seeming unfazed.
"Hmm." Kuroo hummed, stepping off the body as he observed the twisted crane carved into the handle of the knife. "Isn't this from one of the allied clans?"
"Ah, so the fight for succession has already begun. A little earlier than I expected it to." Fon nodded as he took the knife into his hands. "This is from the Chinese side, yes."
"Mother, are you fine?" Kuroo turned to ask the woman who seemed to be in a minute state of shock. His father was already by her side with a furious look as the unconscious man was dragged away by security.
Things worked fast here, Kuroo thought.
"I— I am fine." Izanami regained her bearings in a few seconds as expected of a woman married into the yakuza. She shot her son a worried gaze. "Are you?"
"Fit as a fiddle." Kuroo reassured her. "Though I think you need to escape to a safer space for a while."
As if on cue, chaos suddenly erupted.
Fon shoved the Hibari couple right into the midst of security that immediately formed a wall around them before he and Kuroo dove right into the pandemonium.
"Kuroo!" Hibari Izanami screamed in horror, a hand stretched out towards her son before one of the guards blocked her view.
"Izanami." Hibari Akihito placed a firm hand on her shoulder as he shook his head. "He knows what he's doing. We need to proceed to the inner rooms."
"You can't just leave him here!" She exclaimed, eyes filled with disbelief. "He's your son!"
"He is yours too." Her husband replied with a stern look. "And he is looking at us right now to trust him as his parents."
The woman spluttered but before she could protest, they were already moving out of the hall.
While he could have joined in the fight (because no Hibari backed off from one), he had his wife by his side; a family he needed to protect.
But right now, being separated from his firstborn...
"If any harm befalls upon Kuroo," Hibari Akihito solemnly promised, "I will accept the blame upon my head and perish with the taint of a great sin."
Meanwhile, Kuroo watched in admiration as the other Hibari from the main house drew out their weapons or fought barehanded together in some form of a synchronized dance.
Flawlessly cutting through the crowd of traitors, blocking and killing without a single pause.
"Kufufu, they're scary." Kuroo whistled as he materialized a steel bat and swung it hard against the head of the man sneaking up at his uncle from the back. The man was immediately knocked out cold and definitely wouldn't be waking up again. "Maybe I should pick up baseball as a club activity. That felt like a home run."
"Focus only on your martial arts." Fon disapproved, jumping over to attack a person behind Kuroo and roughly stepping on his nephew's head on purpose as he did. "Don't let club activities meddle with your priorities."
"Oh, alright." Kuroo sounded annoyed as he kicked his next attacker in the crotch before shoving the baseball bat-turned-knife in his face when the poor man bended over in pain. "I'm sorry I forgot I'm not allowed to control my own life."
Fon momentarily paused, watching his nephew pull out the knife and stab another person without flinching.
His movements seemed a little too...practiced; like he was already used to killing.
Fon frowned.
"Have you killed before?" He got straight to the point as he landed on Kuroo's head again.
"Well," Kuroo replied with an ambiguous smirk, "I am killing now."
Fon did not like how he was unable to know what to make of his nephew's reply.
"How many of these people turned against the main house anyway?" Kuroo asked as he turned around to see the last attacker fall with a brutal snap of his neck by some elderly Hibari.
"Three outside alliances and four of the smaller branches." Fon quickly estimated.
"In a gathering of the main house." Kuroo snorted. "Kufufu, really. What were they even thinking."
"These aren't their higher ups." Fon hummed in thought. "Go find your parents. I need to round up the security and find how these small fries bypassed them."
"Who do they even want to place in the position of the head anyway?"
"Oh, that's very obvious." Fon smiled. "Has your father never told you about his half-brother?"
Uncle Fon was very picky about how Kuroo wore his hair on this day.
"Do not leave it open or in a ponytail. It will get in your way when you are fighting." He had scolded Kuroo as he took his time to braid his nephew's hair that fell a little above his waist.
"But you said there won't be any fighting today."
Kuroo had grown it out this time over the past two years, not caring if his baby brother mistook him as a girl again. He wanted his hair long because it suited him. That was it.
"And I don't want to end up looking like a photocopy of you." Kuroo retorted but stayed still as his uncle's nimble fingers quickly worked through his hair.
"With those eyes, you are far from looking like me." Fon simply replied. "Let alone a Hibari."
"Then if I don't look like a Hibari, I shouldn't have come all the way here with you in the first pla— hey, this is my hair, not yours." Kuroo grumbled when the other painfully tugged the end of his braid as he tied a red ribbon around it. "So please. Treat. It. With. Care."
"If you are so sensitive to pain," Fon seemed to ignore him as he hopped on to his shoulder, "then you are not a Hibari."
"I didn't ask for 'How to Hibari 101' classes from you, uncle." Kuroo said, wearing a sweet smile that had an edge to it.
"Come. Let us go now."
"Is there a car coming to pick us up?" Kuroo asked as he exited the posh hotel room they were to stay in for a week.
"I believe it is already waiting to take us to the residence." Fon nodded.
Kuroo straightened the wrinkles in his changshan. His uncle had picked it for him; a deep shade of red with thin gold linings of dragons imprinted on the long robe. The ends of the robe's sleeves were a clean white like the pants he wore underneath.
"This won't be very comfortable to fight in." Kuroo commented as he walked over to the lift, surrounded by guards on all sides.
His father had made sure he would have maximum protection.
"Hopefully, violence will be our last resort."
Kuroo had tagged along with his uncle Fon to Macau, the Los Angeles of Asia.
They were here (along with some of the other elderly higher ups from the Hibari) to formally meet with Hibari Kinjō —the illegitimate son of Hibari Shōwa and the reason behind Kuroo's peaceful summer plans coming to ruin— for some so called negotiations.
While his father could've come instead, the man had a handful of duties to attend to back in Kyoto. And his half-brother did not want to meet him in the first place. Rather, Hibari Kinjō had specifically asked for Kuroo to represent the main house seeing how he was now the new head's son.
(The stormy bluish-grey eyed boy began to wonder if he had some kind of a magnet that drew his uncles to have an interest in him. Honestly though, wasn't being under the watch of two uncles enough already?)
Izanami had strongly opposed the idea with an attitude that showed she was very much ready to kill. It was only after a very strong assurance from Fon that he would constantly be by Kuroo's side all round the clock along with the best guards that she let the matter to rest, albeit reluctantly.
Kuroo was not to take part in the negotiations— he was only eleven.
His role was to just "sit there and look pretty", as he had aptly phrased it to his uncle who snorted in amusement.
Kuroo knew one reason he was asked to come along was because of how popular he had become after the funeral ceremony. It wasn't everyday that a mere kid took down attackers without a single scratch on their person— even though they were a Hibari.
The story of his skills had spread like wildfire among the clan members.
So it was not a surprise that Hibari Kinjō had also caught wind of it and become curious.
"This is one creepy cycle." Kuroo muttered to himself as they got into the waiting black car.
"What is?" Fon asked.
"Uncles keeping their eyes on me."
"Your father won't be too happy to hear you addressing Kinjō as an uncle."
"Well, what am I supposed to call him then, Hibari-san?"
"Just Kinjō."
Kuroo raised his brows at the very informal manner he was told to address his uncle. "Kufufu, that is very rude."
"He is not a Hibari." Fon simply smiled as though his statement settled everything.
Kuroo didn't really understand what Fon had meant at that moment until he met Hibari Kinjō face to face. He wouldn't have even guessed this man was his father's half-brother if not for the hostile manner the group greeted each other with, and the amount of guards around him.
He did not have the ivory skin or the raven black hair. No, he was rather more yellowish with a quite common shade of brownish-black hair; however, he did not look like as ordinary as one would've expected.
And this was because of his eyes.
Sharp like any other Hibari but a bright shade of gold instead of the steel grey.
His eyes made one feel as though he was looking directly into their soul.
And those very eyes were fixed on Kuroo with rapt attention the moment he stepped into the meeting hall.
Fon had been mildly worried but brushed it off after seeing how unaffected Kuroo was under Kinjō's gaze, the boy didn't even seem to care.
"You must be Hibari Kuroo." The man spoke, acknowledging the boy first.
Kuroo gave a polite bow in greeting, tossing Fon's instructions right out the window just because he liked annoying the small man. "Good evening, Uncle Kinjō. It is a pleasure to finally meet the man I have heard much about."
"All good things I hope?" Kinjō's lips curled up in a smirk.
"I can't really assure you that." Kuroo frankly replied. "Unfortunately."
On feeling a sharp pinch to his neck (courtesy of the other uncle seated on his neck) Kuroo drew back with another bow, allowing one of the representatives he had come along with to speak.
As they were told to take their seats, Kinjō returned his attention to Kuroo. "You would feel bored listening to old men talk." He began. "I have a boy around your age who can keep you company."
"I was not aware you had a son." Fon smoothly cut into the conversation with ease, a well practiced smile on his face. "Or that you were married, as a matter of fact."
The man laughed cruelly. "Not everyone can be the eyesore to the family name like me." He gestured to the door. "But we do share the same blood. Unfortunately for me, I am his only living relative."
Kuroo turned around to look at the boy who had just stepped into the room.
"This is Xing."
A/N:
I swear I had it all figured out, this whole Hibari thingy was going to end with this chapter but then suddenly, I'm typing a fight scene and before I know it, I've already deviated from my original plan. And hence the rather long delay with my updates. Wow. This is why I don't like planning in advance sometimes.
I have no idea how the yakuza really works so if you spot some mistakes, please feel free to point it out!
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