Black Dog part 1

I'm just going to say to all of you who said that you have no idea where this story is going. Just to be clear I... don't know either. Sorry, it's kinda living its own life.

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Black dogs are by far the most common of the supernatural dog in northern Europe. They are found in Britain and Scandinavia.

A black dog is normally the size of a calf, with a shaggy black coat and glowing, sometimes fiery eyes. They are always solitary. Some are dangerous, and some are not: black dogs fall into various categories according to their behavior.

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If there was one thing that all resident Hibari's knew, it was that the churchyard in the outer reaches of Namimori was not their territory. It was one of the unofficial rules that had been passed on for generations since the first ones to settle down in the town. The only time some from the clan would willingly set foot inside the border of it was when another one of the clan members had lost their lives and was granted a funeral hoping to make them have a peaceful rest.

Kyoya as the only family member that never had had the chance to get on the other side the border (him being the youngest and not lived long enough for a funeral to happen yet) settled with patrolling the area around it and biting people to death that was crowding to close to a private ceremony.

The black dog that laid in front of the gates usually hold most of the herbivores away from the gatherings, but some people were stupid enough to try either way. As he patrolled around it, it pinned him with a look daring him to try to come inside. Kyoya glared right back holding its stare before it blinked and he felt himself come out of a trance. He gave the dog a last glance before he turned, walking down the road hoping to find something to take his frustration out on. It would be just fine if there was a gang waiting to be demolished.

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Fearful Black dogs

A fearful black dog normally haunts a limited area, and will seek to terrify all who enter that area and drive them away. A variant version in the north and east of England is the 'Gally-trot', a huge white dog which will only pursue those who run from it.

The fearful black dog does not always exhibit supernatural powers; sometimes it will simply sit or lie across the road, blocking the passage of anyone who comes along. If attacked it may use a supernatural power to strike the offender blind, dumb, mad or worse by glaring at them with its fiery eyes to defend itself, but if the situation develops into a stand-off the dog will vanish after a while (perhaps out of boredom). Places haunted by a fearful black dog tend to have some evil association - roadside gibbets and places where witches were burnt, for instance. According to some sources, the dogs are the spirits of those wrongly executed, while others suggest that they are the familiars of burnt witches or the spirit of the executed witches themselves.

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The dog was sitting still, almost innocently, blocking the road as it was staring at him with unnatural glowing green eyes, and its teeth bared showing stark white canines.

A warning growl could be heard as the man took a step closer, trying and failing to go unnoticed by the dog. Sweat began to gather on his forehead as the massive black dog slowly began to raise itself from its sitting position and showed him its full unearthly glory.

The man's brown hair got caught in the wind as it made the leaves around him rattle and the dust rise of the road into the air. A shiver went down his spine as he tried to turn away with his eyes still plastered to the dog.

The last thing he saw was the burnt down house at the side of the road before everything went black (whether it was the dog's fur as it threw itself on him or his later blindness, he couldn't tell).

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The third thing that was commonly accepted in the Hibari household was that if a black dog walks beside you or is seen somewhere in the town, no matter what happens you should treat it as an inanimate object and try to ignore it completely. The rule had come into existence after two of the previously clan heads had an 'unlucky encounter' with one leaving one of the two crippled and the other one blinded for life. The dog was a carnivore at best and at least an omnivore, anyone trying to treat it like a herbivore or even beginning to think about it will be shown wrong in brutal ways or leaving you crazy.

Hibari Kyoya was one of the few that could say with certainty that he had met a black dog and watch it without it attacking him, but of course, nobody would ever hear it slip from his lips. The Black dog myths were one of the few things he would sit still and listen too, other than when he would observing small (cute) animals.

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Kyoya was enjoying the quiet and peacefulness in the newly acquired Reception room. Kusakabe had made the arrangements making the room stand in the Disciplinary Committee's name, so he could finally have peace from the noisy herbivores.

The sun was on the way down outside the window and small snowflakes were falling from the sky. Hibari was snapped out of his nap by the sound of paws on the carpet in front of his desk making him straighten in his seat to look. A big black dog had somehow made it inside the room with the door still firmly locked behind it, as it made its way over to the couch in front of a small heater that was warming up the room.

It jumped gracefully up upon the couch making itself comfortable, laying down and curling into a big pile of black fluff. As Kyoya was making himself comfortable in his chair again, a lone green eye opened staring at him blankly, seemingly following his every move until Kyoya had stopped and returned the look. The dog let out a huff of air before it returned to sleep, soaking up the warmth from the heater. Heavy breathing could be heard through the room as Kyoya joined in on the napping, deciding that if the dog didn't bother him he would ignore it in return, following the third unspoken rule.

The peace was however broken a few minutes later when somebody slammed the door open, making him look up at the person standing in the door opening. The boy had dark hair as typical around here but he had height, almost hitting his head against the door opening. The boy cast a shadow inside the room as he stared at Kyoya holding a kendo shinai in his right hand.

"Hibari Kyoya! I challenge you to a fight for the right of the reception room!" The boy clearly a second year, his supposed senpai shouted at him. The teenager glared at him and Kyoya glared right back, already pissed because his nap was interrupted. The dog didn't so much as lift it's head but it's breathing had become lighter again.

"Hn, so it's a lone herbivore trying to get their habitat back from a carnivore." The other teenager bristled in rage at that, his face turning an ugly red color before he moving to attack as Kyoya lifted himself out of the chair, with his tonfas in hand. Kyoya was ready to block an oncoming attack and deal some of his own when the shinai hit the side of the sofa throwing the dog of it with a yelp. The teenager was apparently not used to fight in more closed spaces and had overestimated the wide of his swing. Kyoya watched as the dog left the room with a growl directed at the other boy making Kyoya's bad mode rise again.

"Herbivore for disturbing the peace I bite you to death."

The kendo boy didn't last a minute against the younger as he attacked with his tonfas hoping to draw blood.

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Resident black dogs

These creatures are very similar to the wandering black dogs as they can have paranormal power used to attack offenders blind, make them insane or make them dumb, except that they haunt a particular place- normally a castle, manor house or other large buildings. They have the habit of appearing at night, making their way to the fire in the great hall, kitchen or guardroom and lying down in front of it. They prefer not to be acknowledged or interfered with in any way but can react in various ways to an annoyance.

Some merely walk off or disappear and are never to be seen again. The luck of the house's owners or the character who disturbed by the dog, often take a change for the worse at this point, and a character who interferes with a resident black dog may gain the Unluckiness disadvantaged as a result.

Some resident black dogs may retaliate magically, in the same way as a wandering black dog by fixing its eyes on the offender and use its powers. This can be on the spot, or the creature might lead its tormentor outside (or away from the eyes of others) before striking. It may also vanish at this point, perhaps to seek out a more peaceful lodgings.

On a few occasions, a resident black dog which is disturbed may flee; if it is followed, it will go to a certain point in the house and disappear, and the place where it disappears will have some significance. There might be a cache of treasure in the floor or walls at that point, or it might be the spot where a prominent member of the family died. Of course, there is no way to tell if whether following a fleeing black dog will lead to a treasure or magical attack.

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Kyouya left the room leaving behind the second year unconscious on the floor hoping to find someone to clean up the mess. Just when he turned a corner he spotted a massive furball slowly padding down through the hallway. Kyoya stopped in his tracks before he slowly began to follow the dog, curious as to where it was headed and possible where it had come from.

The dog's claws clicked against the floor tiles as it walked and Hibari's steps near silent a distance behind it, as they made their way in the direction of the exit. Kyoya was enjoying the silence in the hall as most of the herbivores having left, leaving nobody but him and the dog to wander the halls.

The clicks quieted as they came closer to the main entrance, the creature was becoming more and more shadow like they neared the doors. Right as the dog finally reach the exit it turned to look at him with glowing green eyes before it walked through a coincidently open door leading outside. As he flowed the creature out into the night it was gone, leaving him alone in the cold, staring into the darkness.

Just as he was about to make his way back inside again, continuing his search to find someone to clean up the mess, the sound of a thud and a shout was heard towards the main gates. When a yelp of hurt sounded Kyoya was already moving.

Right outside the gates was four teenagers standing in a circle around a young boy that was laying on the ground covering his head. One of the teenagers had a bag in his hands and was looking through it and throwing whatever he found that wasn't interesting enough out on the ground. Suddenly a cheer of triumph was heard as the boy pulled out a wallet and taking the money from the inside.

"I guess you aren't as dame as people think Dame-Tsuna. If you a lowlife could walk around with this much money there must be something you can offer us." One of the bully's said as another one took the money from the first one's hand and began to count them.

"Ple- please give it back. It for buying flow-" the boy's voice died in his throat as the wannabe gang turned to look at him.

"Why be so selfish Dame-Tsuna? Share a little with us or else I think we might have to teach you a lesson." The boy with the money pocketed it taking a threatening step forward the cowering brunet but before he could do anything, Hibari was between them standing in the middle of the circle with his tonfas reflecting the light from the street lamps.

"For breaking School rules and disturbing the peace of Namimori High I will bite you to death." He attacked before he was finished speaking, leaving no time for his 'victims' to prepare themselves.

The teenager was beaten bloody when Hibari finally let them run away in their own limping speed, and one of them leaving a thin blood trail. Kyoya turned to look at the still cowering brunet, tossing his wallet with the money back in it to, the younger. The boy finally looked up when the wallet was lying in front of him, glancing up at Kyoya with an orange glint (fire) in his eyes before he blinked and it was gone. He wasn't sure if it was a trick of the light or it actually happened, but the brunet had caught his attention. The boy's name was Sawada something if he remembered correctly. With the unfortunate nickname of Dame-Tsuna.

"Thank you." He looked up from where he was cleaning his tonfas over to the small frame of the boy, and he froze. Not that Tsuna could tell that but Kyoya's mind went blank. That was definitely the first time someone had thanked him for beating people up. As he shook himself out of his thoughts Kyoya just turned and left, beginning to walk back to the school leaving the small herbivore in the snow to do as he pleased as long as he didn't break any rules. As Tsuna began the pack his things into his backpack again he heard Hibari's last words of 'small animal' being carried by the wind. If Kyoya had seen the blinding smile sent his way out in the corner of his eye he didn't say anything. And if people noticed that he beat more people up that had offended the boy with the gravity-defying hair on the streets nobody said a word.

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The hallway was spilling with people gathering loudly outside the classrooms, all in all being too noisy, as he should pass. His eyes narrowed as he looked over the clumps of people sparing the corridor.

"Herbivores," the chattering in front of him immediately stopped, everyone froze before turning towards him. "If you don't stop crowding I bite you to death." With those words and the sun glinting against his tonfas the hallway was set in motion again leaving it empty in seconds. Or almost empty with the exemption of two people walking out of a classroom staring at the empty hallway before walking calmly past him the shorter boy being recognized as Sawada (the boy in the snow) carefully had a hand over his own mouth definitely hoping not to make a sound.

They at least had the sense not to talk as they passed him, other than a little 'eep' escaping through the smaller boys hand as he glared at them. Hibari turned with a tsk, leaving them in turn for his duties.

"Small animal'

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Wandering black dogs

Wandering black dogs may be encountered in any rural area, normally at night. The dog is usually encountered by a lone traveler, at most, a group of two or three.

It is heading in the opposite direction of the traveler(s), and is content to ignore and be ignored. However if anyone should speak to it, try to strike it or take any other action against it, the dog will strike with a paranormal power to take the offenders sight, intelligence, make them lose their minds or worse. It can do this simply by stopping and fixing the victim with its fiery eyes, although it does not even need to do this; the effect seems to be spell-like rather than its gaze being a weapon.

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The man was walking almost gracefully, down a dark alley, the streets lights having been smashed and too little people lived here for it to be important. The moonlight was shining down from over the apartments making his gun glint and his fedora cast a shadow over his eyes.

There was blood staining his shirt and a handkerchief he was using to wipe the dark substance of his hands. His steps echoed in the dark as he walked past the abounded buildings, his sideburns bouncing a little with each step.

The man looked up from his hands when the sound of something else joining him in the dark. The shadows shifted in front of him, black fur reflecting the moonlighting giving the creature form as the sounds of claws clicking against the stones in the ground got louder as it got closer. The dog didn't as much as look at him as it walked forward, ignoring him completely. The man continued moving, walking past the dark creature making sure to have an eye on it until he turned a corner and it was out of sight. As the man left the shady part of the city leaving a dead man in his wake, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something of importance had just happened.

A scream could be heard as a dog attacked a drunk man that in his haze had kicked out after it as it had been moving past. The body was found in the morning, his corpse lying in a pool of his own blood, bloody paw prints leading away from the scene disappearing after a corner to a dead end.

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Then the day he finally could walk beyond the border of the churchyard, the place that had always been off-limits, had come. And the day came the only way it could, with death. More specifically the death of his parents, brought by people that had apparently been an old annoyance of his mother. Two graves were lying side by side with each other in the graveyard, with people clad in black surrounding them, crowding. Nobody said a word as the dirt was thrown on, only not so hidden glances shot his way but refusing to meet his eyes. Pathetic.

Most of the Hibari clan had moved away from China and their origin, almost everyone finding a place for themselves across the world. The main branch had chosen Namimori as theirs a long time ago so not many of the others had really hoped to set a foot inside the town without permission from the Head. But seeing as the Head and his wife was gone almost everyone had come to say their prayers. It surprised Kyoya how many actually bothered to come to the town to see the last of someone most hadn't seen in years, he just wished that they wouldn't act like herbivores, skittering around the edges. If only the baby carnivore had shown up, everyone would at least act decently. Kyoya might not like his supposed uncle and he would never admit it but gathering with the rest of the clan was more bearable with him around.

It figures that as soon as the ceremony had ended they all would flee only a few staying long enough to try and get him to move to someplace with 'adult supervision' as if they weren't all weaker than him. They left after he showed he could take care of himself and didn't need a crowd like a herbivore.

When finally everyone was gone and everything was done, Kyoya went home to an empty house. As he made his way inside, walking in complete darkness moving by memories of a place long-lived, he went to the training room. Closing the door behind him, he walked into the middle and sat down staring out of a window right up at the moon, that was illuminating the room.

He looked down at his hands in his lap tracing the bandages on one of them with the other and glared at it in concentrate. When nothing happened he lifted it up in front of his face and glared harder, trying to will forward the same feeling as before. Second became minutes before something finally happened.

The room was lightened up by a bright purple flame dancing across his fingertips. As Kyoya stared at the fire the green eyes i the corner disappeared again leaving a small wooden box in its place, the runes on the side reacting to the amethyst light, glowing themselves in the quiet night.

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"Ah Tsuna, before you leave can I ask for a favor?" Harry asked leaning up against a gravestone.

Tsuna looked up at Harry from his sitting position on the ground, tilting his head in confusion.

"Yeah sure, what do you need Kuro?"

Harry gave a lazy grin as he answered, "it's probably a bit much but can you ask your mother if she could make an extra bento tomorrow, so you can bring it to school with you. With hamburger steak, if she could."

"Yeah, I'm sure she would love too. She has something with making food for others." Tsuna said eagerly before he paused, "what am I going to do with it through?"

"If you could give it to Hibari Kyoya, that would be great." Harry nodded to himself.

"HEEII" Tsuna shot of the ground in shock as he titled against one of the gravestones. "Hibari Kyoya as the Hibari Kyoya that is the president of the Disciplinary Committee and is going around beating people up that break the rules, that Hibari-san?" He asked bewildered.

"Yep, that would be him. If you go to the rooftop of the school around lunchtime I'm sure you can find him." Harry said completely ignoring Tsuna's outburst.

Tsuna calmed himself a little by Harry's own calm tone and asked his next question quieter. "But why exactly would he need a bento from my mom?" Harry looked away with a sad look in his eyes letting the silence hang in the ait before he answered.

"I'm just sure he could need it right now." And that was the end of the discussion. Tsuna just nodded without saying a word and began to gather his things before he left out the gates with a goodbye. On his way home he wondered if Harry's sad expression had anything to do with the two new graves they made flowers for.

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If anyone is wondering what the second unofficial rule is, it obviously 'Namimori is theirs'.

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