Shards of a Broken Mirror.
A/N: Sorry for the slow updates. I do weekly updates for my other 2 stories so this one kind of gets pushed back. Also, it's for fun and I mostly only write it when I get an idea. But I hope you like it. :) The plot is actually 'starting' now, well getting into more of it now.
I don't specify on Hibari's job because well.. to me it doesn't matter. If it bugs you well.. You can give me a suggestion. I think he should be along the lines of some detective, lawyer- thing. But uh, you can use your imagination. :D
Also, the visions of the little girl- if you're wondering, Hibari should be AROUND the same age as he is now.
CHAPTER 4
Hibari yawned as he entered the coffee shop, something he would only ever go to in the morning, greeted by a bell hung above the door and the bitter smell of coffee. He enjoyed the drinks here and because it was normally unpopulated in this area, he wouldn't have to deal with crowds.
He found himself going here quite often, mostly when he needed something to keep him awake to finish his job. Mostly when the paperwork was piling- Which happens more often than not.
All was normal, vacant except.. He found something rather strange in the corner of his eyes.
He narrowed his eyes to focus on the figure in the corner to make sure he wasn't imagining things. Not like Hibari Kyoya would.
There in the corner, sat the girl from the jewelry shop night. At least she seemed to be dressed slightly more appropriate to weather. She was in a thin beige trench coat, sleeves rolled up mid way at her elbow. White v-neck, black pants, tall leather brown boots. Her light pink hair was tied into a high ponytail behind her back and her attention was fixated outside the window, elbow propped up on the table with her palm holding up her chin.
Her eyes slowly shifted over to where he stood, no shock appeared on her face whatsoever. She regarded him calmly before a small smile appeared. Is this some strange coincidence?
He glanced away and walked over to the counter, ordering the usual, an espresso macchiato along with a blueberry muffin that he sometimes felt like getting. Hibari found a seat at his usual table in the back after paying for his order. In a short moment, the usual waitress came out and placed his coffee down carefully after the muffin. "Good morning, Hibari-san," she greeted. She was tall, blonde, blue eyed.
"Hn."
She smiled before returning to the back, used to his usual demeanor.
His fingers barely touched the white mug when something encountered his vision. He glanced up to meet a warm smile and even warmer eyes.
"Hello," the girl spoke. "May I sit?"
Though something told him she would sit regardless of what he said.
"Do whatever you want," he mumbled. She nodded and sat down with her coffee or rather… hot chocolate? She also placed down her English vanilla bean scones. She watched him as he picked up the cup to his lips, about to take a cautious sip. He suddenly felt a bit of annoyance prickling at him; he didn't like being watched. But then he looked down and paused. He forgot something.
He saw the flicker of her hand, stretching out in front of him. In her palm were two packets of sugar. "Need it?"
He mumbled inaudible words before taking it from her hand, ripping it and pouring them into his coffee. Luckily, he always used specifically two.
"Is there something that you want?" he asked bluntly, looking up at her through his lashes.
"No," she shook her head before bringing the mug up to her lips.
"You dress lightly," he said, deadpan.
She raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Ah. I don't get too cold," was her only reply. He scoffed but it was none of his business. He supposed he understood.. somewhat. He was dressed in a thin gray sweater under his dark gray trenchcoat and black pants. He had a black scarf wrapped around him several times but he felt like maybe he should've worn another layer. Though anyways, it wasn't too much of a difference. Unlike her.
It was probably some kind of woman, fashion thing. He would never understand why people would go so far as to look nice. Even if it means potentially freezing to death. Especially those little high schoolers in those skirts, like how does their knee high socks even make up for the warmth of pants?
"Did your...girlfriend like the gift?" she asked after chewing her scone.
"I suppose," he answered. The girl nodded slowly and he realized he still didn't know her name. She didn't ask either. Perhaps she didn't care but then again, why is she even sitting in front of him? Plus, he's never seen her here before and he's here quite often. And the comfortable town is quite small.
The town is quite small, he repeated to himself. Why hasn't he seen her before? And he was a pretty watchful person. Perhaps she just moved here. He regarded her intently yet deep in thought. He found her staring back at him, her calm expression not faltering despite the intimidation he's known to have on people.
He continues sipping on his coffee, the book long forgotten. Finally, she takes her eyes off of him and looks out the window.
And that was it.
That was all until he finished his coffee and his muffin.
He started gathering his mess, evidently ready to leave. She shifted slightly, parting her lips as in vain attempt to say anything. He got up, pushing his chair into the table. He had no reason to part her a good bye because they were nothing more than strangers. So he turned around.
"See you," he heard her say. He didn't glance back, didn't give her another word.
Didn't have to.
Hibari groaned, fingers brushing through his raven hair in frustration. He glanced over to the stack of papers at the corner of his desk. There just seemed to be more and more lately, giving him less and less time to himself- or to Nagi.
Almost as if she read his thoughts, he heard light knocks on his office door.
"Come in," he called out.
The door opened to reveal the indigo haired girl, meekly poking her head in. "Are you busy, Kyoya?"
He was. "I'm on a break," he answered instead. It didn't matter if he was busy, he'll make time for her- no matter what.
She took a step in, holding a tray of tea. "I brought this for you," she smiled as she walked closer.
"Hn," he smirked. Hibari didn't thank people but, well. That was close enough. It was just tea after all. But he appreciated her thoughtfulness, it was one of those things about Nagi that he was.. fond to have.
Nagi set the tray on top of his desk carefully and poured some tea into a cup for him, the aroma of green tea enveloped him and he felt himself relaxing already. Though the sight of her did the job alone.
He picked up the cup with two hands, taking a cautious small sip. Not too hot. So he drank a bit more.
Nagi walked behind him, placing her hands on his shoulder. Before he could question her, she started massaging him.
"Wao," he said, actually amused.
"Y-You're always so h-hardworking so.." she muttered.
"I don't mind," he reassured her, knowing she was scared he didn't like it. But he did.
The moment she started, he could already feel all tension leaving him. He relaxed into her massage, closing his eyes temporarily.
But after a few minutes, he felt like it was enough. Hibari placed a hand on hers, tugging her over to him. He stood up in front of her and placed a hand onto her waist, pulling her close to him. Her face was already turning red and he always enjoyed her flustered expression. With one hand gripping her chin, he tilted her head up and claimed her lips.
Mm.
This was better 'relaxation' than the massage, though he liked that too.
They pulled apart for air; she was lightly panting, her face dusted with pink.
"Kyoya.. I don't want to distract you from work," she smiled timidly, her small hand pressed against his chest.
Work? He didn't like the sound of that. He much rather spend his time… with 'distraction'.
But she was right. He leaned back in, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. One last one. He tilted her head up again, giving her another kiss.
Before stepping away. "The deadline is soon," he murmured.
She nodded understandingly. "I'll make dinner so come down whenever you want," she smiled.
"Hn."
She walked towards the door and he sat down, ready to get back to work. "Oh!" he heard her say. He looked up, waiting for her to speak.
"Sorry Kyoya, do you happen to have a digital camera?"
"Digital camera?" He paused to think. He did have one, he was sure. But when was the last time he used it? Or seen it? "I'd have to check. What for?"
"Kyoko-chan and Haru-chan wants to take pictures for memories! ...But none of them have a camera," she smiled awkwardly as if already expecting his answer.
"Such troublesome herbivores. It they want it, they should have it," he frowned.
"Don't worry, Kyoya. I'll-"
"If I can't find one, I'll buy you one."
"N-no! It's okay, I can afford my own," she smiled.
But he was going to buy it for her anyways. "I'll check first," he said.
She nodded. "Thank you, Kyoya. Sorry for the trouble."
"Hn."
He'd do anything for her. Looking for a camera is no big deal, neither is buying one.
So he looked. And he looked.
Where is that damn thing? He was running out of places to search and patience to draw from. When was the last time he used it?
Ah- it must be when he was taking pictures if Hibird... Though that seems way too long ago, back in middle school. Perhaps it was in a box somewhere. But he already checked most of the storage room.
Could it be in his office? Though that would be unlikely. He shouldn't have used it recently enough for it to be in there but, it shouldn't hurt to check. Just in case.
So he did. He rummaged through his desk drawers anyways. Nothing there. He walked over to the cabinets, rummaging through the contents. And then on the last one, there it was.
Black, rectangular digital camera. He flipped it around until he found the power button. He should at least transfer the bird pictures onto a drive or something so that Chrome wouldn't .. Laugh.
The camera started up, focusing on the sight of the cabinet before him. Hibari pressed the button to access the previously taken pictures- and almost dropped the camera.
"Hibariiinn," she whined, kicking her tiny feet up in the air as she laid on the sofa.
"You ought to be more concerned about what you're wearing," he stated from where he sat behind his desk.
Now that stopped her. She puffed her cheeks as she sat up quickly, pulling her dress lower to her knees. "PERVERT PEDOBARI!" She yelled, red faced.
He sighed. "Look here, you-" and he reacted quick enough to catch a pillow flying towards his face.
"How dare you try and sneak a peak at a maiden!" She yelled.
"You're seven."
"I'm- who ever said I was seven?!" She exclaimed.
"Then how old are you?"
"Two hundred and fifty!" She shouted proudly, suddenly standing up on the couch. He continued to stare at her, so she sat back down meekly. "Seven and a half," she mumbled quietly.
He sighed. Does it even matter? Hibari decided to ignore her and return back his paperwork.
"Hibarinn-" oh so he still had that. "Let's- OW!" she yelped as it hit her square on the face, falling onto her back against the sofa as the pillow landed on her lap. "Hey!" She fumed but said nothing more.
So Hibari took the opportunity, rare that she was quiet for once, and continued working. Reading and signing. Signing and reading.
An hour had passed until he heard something other than the only scribbling of his pen- a light, barely audible snore. He glanced up to see the girl clutching her black cat plush, silly looking thing. Though perhaps he shouldn't think of it that way. After all, it was named "Hibarin II'.
Looking at that sight in front of him.. the finally-quiet, innocent-when-sleeping, tolerable-when-not-awake but-then-again-not-SO-bad girl seemed almost…. Well. Hibari never really had anything against children to begin with.
And after all this time, nearly a month now, he guess- Hibird's life on the line- that she might have grown on him. Just a bit.
Since he had no idea where she came from- or almost anything about her. He couldn't help but question, when would she leave? Or would she ever leave? Though almost everything about this was unrealistic. The way she showed up, how she stayed, how she avoided every one of his questions- But whatever.
He wouldn't care as long as it doesn't turn out to be a troublesome mess. Although the thought of her leaving kind of made him imagine how quiet this house would be, even though peaceful would be great- but he can't seem to remember how that was.
Hibari sighed, opening the drawer to his desk. He picked up the rectangular digital camera, the one he just found his morning when he was scavenging through his storage room for an old folder.
He hadn't used the camera in a while, the last few were pictures of his precious Hibird. But as he stood up, towering over the sleeping figure- her mouth slightly open, a bit of drool on the corner. She looked ridiculous. A ridiculous little girl.
He raised the camera over her. Surely this picture would embarrass her in the future and he could use it- for well, purposes. So he positioned it over her and pressed the button. He almost caught his lips twitching upwards when he reviewed the picture, satisfied with the results.
Hibari's eyes widened, hand almost shaking- That is if he was a herbivore- But this. This was...unexplainable. Illogical.
Other than the fact that he got the 'vision' right on the spot, making his head spin. It was no longer just 'dreams' of when he fell asleep. This-
What he saw, held in his hand, was a picture of the sleeping little girl. On his camera. That meant...
What does it mean?
Reviews are appreciated and helpful. ^_^
Any ideas on what this means?
Though there are no clues, I'm curious/excited as to see what your opinions are. :o