Shards of a Broken Mirror.
A/N: Sorry it took awhile for me to upload. I work on Spring Winds three times more than I work on this story. But I hope you like it. It has a bit more, I don't know.. Intimacy? Because they are 20 something. It's a bit weird for me to write and I'm not sure that I'm doing it correctly but... That's okay. It's not really the focus so.. :o Also I'm not going to be too specific with time so I hope you'll catch it if Hibari ever does mention it. If not, it shouldn't matter too much. And the visions/dreams aren't exactly in order, just due to connections.
Anyways I would like to tell you that there might a big plot twist later on? It'd be pretty shocking / big if you're not being too imaginative about it. Don't get too crazy but do have an open mind, please. :) I'm debating on how much to hint at it but to be honest, since it's still third person limited.. If Hibari is going to be shocked, chances are you will probably be too.
CHAPTER TWO
"Kyoya, how come you don't live in the mansion anymore?" Nagi questioned.
He looked up from his novel and placed it down, bent open where he left off. "It's too suffocating. I prefer the Japanese home."
"You're living in the backyard of the mansion," she laughed softly.
Well it was pretty true. He didn't like the mansion, it was too western. So instead he had a smaller Japanese home built in the back of it. It was strange, it was having two cultures clashing in one property. Then again, no one really got to see it anyways. He didn't allow guests to come over unless they had business. The mansion was still nicely kept by the staff and he did stay in there whenever he felt like it. But mostly, it was for work and research.
Nagi sat down beside him. "What are you reading?" She asked.
"I'm not reading anything anymore," he said and wrapped his arm behind her waist, pulling her in. Even after all this time, she still developed a light pink blush whenever they were close together. He pressed his face closer into hers, their lips only inches away. He could feel her breath on him. He smirked at her flushed expression; he loved teasing her.
"K-Kyoya," she whispered. He also liked the sound of his name from her voice. The only person to call him Kyoya. He snaked his hand up her neck, cupped her cheeks, and placed a short peck on her parted lips.
"Hmm," he smirked, watching her expression before sitting back away from her. "Are you hungry?"
"N-No. Not yet," she answered. "Are you?"
"No. I think I'll finish reading a bit. Did you want to do anything?" he offered.
She shook her head with a smile. "I'm okay with just sitting here while you read."
He raised an eyebrow but nodded anyways. "Suit yourself."
"Hibariiiiin," she tugged on the ends his black blazer.
"Rin?" He looked down at her.
"I thought it might sound cute," she giggled before twirling, her white dress fanning all around her. He ignored her and sat down, continuing to look through the files. "What are you reading?" She tiptoed up and poked her head up under his arm.
"I'm not reading anything anymore," he grunted as he put the papers down. "What do you want?"
"Food," she looked up at him.
"I don't have food for you."
"Is it because you're a vampire?"
He scoffed. "Go home to where you belong."
"Mmmmmmm…." she thought as she plopped down onto the floor. "I belong here," she concluded.
"Suit yourself," Hibari said before taking off.
"W-wait!" She called out. She got up quickly and trailed after him like a baby duckling after its mother.
He stirred as a hand caressed his raven locks. "Ah. Sorry Kyoya, did I wake you?" her familiar voice whispered. He lazily opened one eye and turned his head towards the ceiling, but instead he saw the face of his beloved and her gentle smile.
"Hmm. No," he yawned and sat up slowly, careful not to bump into her chin. "Did I fall asleep while reading?"
She giggled softly with a hand over her mouth. "Yes. You looked peaceful...and cute."
He ruffled his hair when the dreams finally hit him. Instinctively, he closed his eyes to get a better grasp of the scene. Hibari felt the corner of his mouth dipped in annoyance. He couldn't find a source, a good reason as to why those dreams keep appearing. It wasn't like he immersed himself in fictional books or watched pointless television shows. Where were these all coming from, he wondered.
"Nagi."
"Y-Yes?" she had a tendency to blush lightly everytime he called her by that name. He turned to look at his lover, who was sitting on the tatami mat with her black blazer, white dress shirt, tie, and black pencil skirt. She was in the work clothes.
"Have you seen a…" he started feeling ridiculous for asking. "Pink haired little girl around?"
She seemed puzzled at his questions but she put a finger up to her cheek in thought, looking up at the ceiling. "Hm….." she hummed as she tried to recall.
"Nevermind. It doesn't matter," he said as he got up.
"Sorry, Kyoya. I don't think so," she watched him as he stood up. "Where are you going to go?"
"Back into the mansion."
She widened her eyes. "You are?"
"Hn. I feel like doing some work in my office."
She nodded slowly. "O-Okay. W-Will I see you...for dinner?" she asked sheepishly and he gave her a small smile. Hibari walked closer to her and placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair before leaving. She took it as a yes.
He changed into a dark purple dress shirt and black pants before entering the mansion. It seemed strange to wear a yukata outside of his Japanese home. He walked into the house he never really bothered to inhabit. He had people from the Foundation work in there when they were in Japan but other than that, it was unused. Hibari would hire workers to come in and clean up the place at least once a week but that was all.
He walked up the red velvet stairs into the second story hallway of scarlet walls. He navigated himself to the end where his office was. He preferred doing work in here because he wouldn't get too comfortable and become lost in his peace. The corner of Hibari's mouth dipped into a small frown when he remembered another portion of his dream, now slowly recollecting in his mind.
...
She watched patiently as he sat in his leather chair, scribbling who knows what onto the pieces of paper. The little girl occupied herself in the layout of the room and the paintings on the blood red walls.
"Are the walls red… like blood?!" She squealed, her eyes sparkled. Hibari raised his head up to look at her before placing the pen down onto the table. He examined the little girl in front of him who couldn't be any older than seven.
"Where are your parents?" He tried again. There was no way Hibari was going to take care of a little brat, she would only get in his way.
"Mmmm…" she thought for awhile. "Iono."
...
He searched through the place as if he barely ever frequented his office. Although he did. He comes at least a few days every week. He did his paper work no where else. But Hibari kept rummaging through his stuff as if there was something to find. As if his dreams were something more than just...dreams.
But they occurred often. Why? What had offsetted such a thing? It barely started too. They weren't there before. He never met such a pink haired little girl before. Never really met a pink haired girl, period.
He opened his drawers, rummaged around. Hoping to find like… a stupid drawing or a damned crayon. And now he just felt crazy. For once he felt pretty stupid too. Hibari slumped down onto the leather chair. What is he even doing, he wondered.
What way is there to fix this? It wasn't like they were nightmares. It just bugged him. They happened often, they appear with some sort of connection. But from what? He wondered who he could see. Who could give him answers? The idiot shameful excuse of a doctor, Shamal, came into his mind. But Hibari Kyoya doesn't need help from anyone. And he doesn't know the meaning of giving up. He'll find out himself without anyone's interference.
"Tada~" the girl jumped up from where she was sitting, paper proudly in her hands. She shoved it in front of his face. There was a blob of pink, assumingly her. And something much taller, a blob of black, assumingly him. It was a bunch of circles together. The pink one had long hair and a little flower in the corner, a smug little grin which matched perfectly with this little girl. He, assumingly, on the other hand had treacherous looking hair. Like a mop out of control.
"What's that?" he frowned, pointing to the pointy triangles at where his angry mouth was.
"Fangs," she replied happy. He almost regret asking to be enlightened. "Since you're a vampire."
He sighed. "And that?" he pointed to the wings behind the blob of pink.
"Wings," she giggled. "Since I'm a fairy."
"Fairy?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Didn't you know?" she stared at him.
"No. Are all fairies annoying?"
"Hmph," she puffed her cheeks and threw the crayon at him. He caught it easily which seems to have upsetted her anymore. He poked her cheek with a finger and the air let out in a puff. "Hey," she whined. The girl seems to have put something into thought before speaking next. "Hang up my masterpiece. Hm….. Right there," she pointed at the wall behind him with a grin.
"No. I reserved a spot for it ...right here," he held up the waste bin for her.
She glared at him before angrily waddling over to his desk, opening the drawer. "Fine then at least keep it in here," she said before sliding the paper in anyways and closing it. "So now when you're doing work, you can look at it and feel much better!" She giggled.
{ ... }
"Kyoya," she grabbed his hand. Her thin eyebrows furrowing. He didn't like that expression on her. It didn't suit her one bit.
"What is it?" he mumbled. Why was she looking at him like that?
"Are you sure…" she muttered. "Are you sure I'm… okay?"
"What do you mean?" he raised an eyebrow.
She squeezed his hand. "...I mean… I can't give you a family…"
His lips parted. Part of him felt annoyed but the rest felt bad. He didn't like how she had to worry about such a thing. He shook his head. "I don't need one," he grumbled.
"But Kyoya," she frowned. Nagi looked so pained. He can tell that she was on the verge of tears. He has to say something.
"I only need…" he cleared his throat, glancing away. He's matured enough. He has to say something. "I only need you."
Hibari turned to look at her. She seemed shocked at his words but her composure was regained and a warm smile plastered on her face. But there were still those annoying tears. "Kyoya," she whispered before flinging her arms around his neck. "I love you, Kyoya," she muttered.
Although, he still couldn't get himself to say such words yet. One at a time was all Hibari could handle. So he settled with a "hn," as he wiped away those pesky droplets but he trust that she knew him well enough. And she should.
It was a silent form of agreement.
"Oy, how long are you going to stay here?" He glared.
"Iono what you're talking about," she stared back with some sort of fake innocence.
"Go home already. Your parents must be worried." And I'm getting sick of you, he thought to himself.
"I don't know where or who that would be," she pouted. "Plus, if I leave, you'd miss me!" the pink haired grinned goofily.
Hibari gave up for today as well and got up, leaving the room. As expected, she tailed him closely. "Ne, Hibarin."
His eye twitched but he answered anyways. "What?"
"Why do you live in this big house all alone? Except for that one weird butler, Kusa-... Kusakrab."
He smirked at the mispronunciation. "I don't like people."
"You like me."
"Look, kid-" he started.
"Ah. I've decided!" Cutting him off, not caring what he was saying like usual. She did the same gesture she did on the first night. She pounded a fist against her bare palm. "We'll start a family, together!" The girl giggled and gave him a twirl.
"No." There was no point reasoning with this kid. Hibari had no idea who taught her and how she grew up that way but it wasn't like she wasn't going to answer.
"Playing hard to get, huh?" She knudged him with a funny face.
"Kyoya, I'll be out tonight," she called out. Towel still on her head. He found himself humming. She fidgeted under his gaze and he could tell she was starting to feel uncomfortable only wearing the long dress shirt. His dress shirt.
His hand was cupped under his chin, holding his head up, elbow propped onto the arm of the chair. "Hm? Already?" he smirked as he stood up. Her face grew flushed as he walked up to her slowly. "And what are you doing tonight?" He purposely dragged out his voice to tease her.
"H-Haru-chan and K-Kyoko-chan want to… h-have a s-sleepover," she stuttered. He let his smile show for a moment, brushing her wet hair, trailing down to her chin. He gripped it and leaned in, placing a short kiss on her lips.
"Hn. Is that so?" He smirked.
She was completely flustered and he found her even more amusing that way.
"I-I'm going to go g-gather my things," she mumbled before quickly heading to the closet. Hm. That dress shirt was distracting. He made himself turn around and head into the shower though. He had things to do if she was out tonight. His fingers quickly unbuttoned his dark purple button up.
He glanced at the date on the calendar in the bathroom, stationed on the lavender walls. The 3rd of december. Nagi's birthday was in two days. December 5th. And he still had no idea what to get her. He never did these kinds of things.
Then again, she was the only exception.
He quickly hit one on his phone's speed dial once he got out of the shower. In one ring, the phone was picked up. Better be one ring.
"Kyo-san," Kusakabe answered.
"Testu. Get the car ready in 10 minutes."
"Y-Yes, Kyo-san," Kusakabe replied. Hibari ended the call and shut the phone with a snap, placing it into his pants pocket.
He pulled the towel off his shoulders and buttoned up the dark gray dress shirt, all but the top one. He rolled the sleeves up about halfway and took one quick glance into the mirror. Not that he cared. Hibari picked up the silver watch from the dresser and fastened it onto his wrist, giving it a good turn to make sure it was tight.
He made his way outside the house and found Kusakabe in the car with the engine running. Hibari opened the passenger door and slid in, closing the door behind him.
"Good evening, Kyo-san," Kusakabe greeted. "Where to today?"
"The mall," Hibari grumbled.
"The-" Kusakabe seemed to have been surprised but Hibari will let it go this time. not like it didn't annoy him though. It was an unusual request afterall. "Yes, Kyo-san," was all Kusakabe said before he drove off.
The two men exited the black car after Kusakabe parked on the fifth floor of the parking structure. They walked silently towards the door, Kusakabe at a safe distance behind him. They were greeted right away when they entered by ladies who worked at the cosmetics and perfume sections.
Would Nagi like perfume? But he wouldn't know what kind of scent she would like either. Plus Hibari liked the way she smelled.
If he bothered to care, he would be able to notice the much obvious way the annoying herbivorous women were watching him. And the even more irritating whispers as he walked by.
"Are you looking for a present for Chrome-san?" Kusakabe asked from behind him.
"Hn," was the only noise he made. But his second in command should be able to understand.
"Is there anything you have in mind?" The man asked.
"No," Hibari replied. He sighed. What would Nagi want? What would any woman want? Apparently a popular answer would be jewelry. He frowned. He knew nothing about jewelry, or any gift for the matter.
He stopped in front of the popular scent section. He assumed most of these were some brand names. But what did he know about brand names?
He picked the first one up, a heart shaped bottle. To him, it was tacky. But maybe women found it charming. He unscrewed the cap and leaned in to take in the smell. Ugh.
"This smells like old ladies," Hibari frowned. Not like he smelled old ladies but… It just… seemed too strong. And distasteful. Not like he had anything against old ladies, well at least not the quiet ones. The grumpy ones he would show no mercy.
Kusakabe nodded, handing him another bottle, this was in an hourglass-like shape. The contents apparently a yellowish color. "How about this one?"
Hibari uncapped the bottle and took a huge whiff. Ugh. He wrinkled his nose and held the bottle away from him, quickly sealing it with the cap. "NO."
Not this one either.
Definitely not that one. Ugh.
Who made these, he wondered. He ought to bite some of these people to death. Perhaps one of the more particular sensory organs were not functioning very well.
God. Maybe perfume was a bad idea afterall. Nagi smelled perfectly fine.
From the corner of his eye, he caught something pink blurring near his vision. He turned quickly but barely enough to catch the remaining strands of pink passing by the corner of the aisle. He shoved the bottle to Kusakabe quickly and darted after it instinctively.
However, when Hibari turned the corner, there was no one there. He felt the corners of his mouth drip into a frown. Just what was he doing? He was being ridiculous, overly sensitive to that tint of red.
He sighed and ruffled his black hair, still slightly cool from the shower earlier. Hibari looked ahead to see glass cases filled with watches. Watches, hm.
"Kyo-san?" Kusakabe caught up to him as Hibari walked over to the cases. Maybe he'll get Nagi a watch. He liked having one so maybe she would too.
He scanned the selections and noticed the one he has. Did he buy it here? For some reason, he couldn't really remember. If someone asked, he'd say he had it for a long time. But for how long? His memory must be getting worse. A bad sign, he'd think.
Then, something caught his attention. He frowned. Hell no. He glanced away from the white leather watch, gold rimmed with gold cherry blossoms in the center in the background of a light yellow. The hand of the watch in some form of a branch. Distasteful. And especially not for Nagi. Not after that bastard.
Instead, his eyes roamed to a much fitting watch. The wrist was also consisted of white leather but instead the rim was silver. In the middle was a silver lotus flower in front of a white background. This was perfect. Lotuses reminded him of Nagi and she seemed to be fond of that flower as well.
Hibari searched for one of the ladies and called them over. Trying not notice the way she beamed brightly or the way her chestnut eyes glinted with something she should really put away when working. The light brunette bounced over to his spot as quickly as possible, and as happily.
"Finding everything okay, sir?" she grinned, watching him ever so delightedly.
"Yes," he mumbled. "I would like that one," he tapped his finger on the glass above the watch.
"Sure! That's one of our most popular ones," she opened up the case with a key and gently pulled up the watch. The woman handed it to him, brushing against his hand in a way he was sure was purposeful. Woman, he threatened from inside his mind.
"That's a very nice choice, Kyo-san," Kusakabe complimented from behind him. Not like Hibari needed it. He was going to get it anyways.
"If you're interested in looking at others, I recommend the cherry blo-"
"No," he cut her off. She seems taken aback when his eyes met hers again. This time she seemed to be more careful with her behavior. He handed the watch for her. "I'll get this one. And if you can wrap it, that'd be great."
"Y-Yes, sir. Right away, sir," she muttered before locking up the case. "Then if you'll p-please step this way to the register," she extended a hand out, gesturing towards the other side.
He nodded before walking over there. She seems to be fumbling a bit more now. Perhaps he shouldn't have glared at her, it wasn't making the progress very effective.
"That'll be 15000 yen please," she punched in a few buttons. He pulled a credit card out of his black leather wallet and held it to up between his index and middle finger. "P-Please swipe it here," she pushed forward a machine. He swiped it quickly and followed the instructions.
The girl seems to have waited impatiently for the recipe to come up, slightly fidgeting. She tore it off right when it came up and handed it to him along with a neatly wrapped box done by her coworker. "H-Have a good day!"
He nodded once before turning around and leaving, Kusakabe on his trail.
{ 2 days later }
They had their time with her. Some herbivorous birthday dinner. He hoped she didn't mind too much that he chose not to come but he'll make it up to her now.
"Happy Birthday, Nagi," he spoke as he sat down next to her, careful not to sit on the ends of her white dress. Hibari gave her a smile before placing a kiss on her cheek. Gently, Hibari put the small box on her empty fragile hands. Not small enough to be mistaken though.
He smiled intriguingly as her cheeks grew in pinker shades. "Thank you, Kyoya," she smiled. "May I open it?"
He nodded once and she pulled on the red ribbon, unraveling the fabric. Nagi unwrapped it so carefully Hibari was getting a bit impatient to see her reaction. She opened the polkadotted wrapper so nicely that it was in one piece by the time she was done. She held the black box and pulled up the lid. Gasping as she saw it.
"Kyoya," she said affectionately. He was satisfied after seeing the grin on her face. A success, he'd say. He took the watch from her and picked up her hand. She watched as he placed the watch on, fastening it for her. "It's beautiful," she whispered.
Hibari raised her hand up to his lips, placing a short kiss on the back of her hand. That seems to have made her more flushed than before. He smirked at her reaction and pressed his mouth against hers. A longing kiss. A deeper one. A more passionate one. She snaked her hands behind his neck and he found a comfortable place for his behind her head, pulling her in closer. The two came up for accursed air.
Hibari leaned in to the side of her head. "Happy Birthday," he whispered against her ears. She shuddered under his touch, grabbing the crook of his arm. He smirked as he kissed her jaw, trailing them down to her neck as he brushed away her indigo hair. Nagi gasped as he paused just to bite down softly on her flesh.
"K-Kyoya," she whispered breathlessly, her hands moving up to his raven black hair. Her delicate fingers tangling in his locks. He liked that feeling, he decided. He wondered whether it was instinctively or purposely but Nagi tilted her head, granting him a much better angle.
Nagi was his, and everyone should know it. He must've bit a tad too hard, enough for him to draw a metallic taste. Her skin both smelled and tasted wonderful. He could just drink up her scent and everything of her. She was so sweet. Today. Today should be okay. Today was special. And the way she sounded encouraged him. She seems to want it too.
Fuck, an inner voice hissed. There was a painful slice through his head, a pang, causing him to wince. A headache now. Of all times?
"K-Kyoya?" she whispered.
Hibari suddenly felt a hostile presence in the room. He was now alert, the cloudiness of his lust quickly dispelling. When his eyes darted up, a cold chill ran down his spine and he shuddered. He met the haunting eyes of-