Reincarnation Chapter Five KHR

Welcome back, everybody, thank you for taking the time to read this ^^ this is the last chapter of the story! There's only so much you can write about two people dying through history and getting reincarnated again…but I hope you'll enjoy this last part of the story. I can promise you right now that nobody's dying~ don't you worry. Because as we all know, some people are just meant to be.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! KHR belongs to the genius who created it. Any events or characters related to anybody living or dead are entirely coincidental.

Enjoy!

Japan, Modern Day

Tsuna sprinted as fast as he could down the street, a piece of toast clamped in his mouth, struggling into his jacket along the way. He couldn't believe he'd forgotten to set his alarm again. 'Why did that always happen?' Tsuna grumbled, chewing quickly. Sometimes it felt as though fate was trying to ruin his life or something.

He scrambled over a fence in his shortcut towards school. The bell had already rung, so the floors were deserted as the brunette practically flew down the hallway. Staggering into class, he cried out, "I apologize for being late!"

There was a deafening silence. Tsuna panted and looked around. The teacher stared at him, mouth open. The rest of the class had their eyes bugged out as though he'd grown an extra head. Tsuna groaned out loud.

He'd gotten the wrong classroom.

Again.

Hibari Kyoya strolled down the hall, humming absent-mindedly to himself as he flipped through a pamphlet titled 5th Annual Tokyo Art Exhibition. It was in town this weekend, and hopefully he'd find the time between his duties to go. The raven had a rather secretive passion for viewing masterpieces painted long ago, though admittedly, he'd never really told anyone about it. Not that anyone who found out would dare expose him in a negative way, anyway.

He pushed opened the door to the disciplinary room, and to his surprise, the principal and a teacher was sitting in the room with a nervous looking brunette. Hibari raised an eyebrow and promptly snapped the door shut behind him.

"What are you herbivores doing here?" He asked, frowning. The principal jumped a little and stood up quickly, coughing. The teacher grabbed the brunette's arm and made him stand up too.

"Ah, Hibari-san. This here is Sawada Tsunayoshi. He's been arriving late for class for the past week, and because of that, his grades are suffering accordingly. We'd hoped that a detention or so would solve this problem…if you may."

Hibari scowled, on the verge of telling those useless herbivores to solve their own problems and that late students with bad grades hardly concerned him, but then he saw the younger boy's face.

For the first time in his life, Hibari Kyoya actually blushed.

Tsuna sat, shaking like a leaf. He was currently sitting in the library after school, book bag caught in a death grip in his thin fingers, waiting for certain death. In the name of Hibari Kyoya.

He'd never thought the school prefect would actually say yes about giving him detention. He'd been thinking more along the lines of getting beaten to pulp by those rumored tonfas and left to die on the floor of the disciplinary room. Those dark, bottomless onyx eyes had practically pierced through him, and then Hibari was shrugging and telling him to meet him in the library after school, and that was all.

Tsuna looked around, worried. He didn't want to be beaten up for something as stupid as Hibari thinking he didn't come. Where was the prefect?

"Looking for someone?"

Tsuna shrieked and spun around, clutching his bookbag to his chest. Hibari stood behind him, looking bemused and a little offended at the brunette's reaction.

"What's wrong with you?"

Tsuna flushed with embarrassment. "N-nothing, Hibari-kun…you just startled me." Hibari studied him a little, then shrugged again and said, "Your teachers said you're failing. What subjects are they?"

Tsuna's blushed deepened to a tomato red. "I…I…all of them." He said miserably, and hung his head. Hibari raised an eyebrow at the little brunette, then sighed and suddenly reached over to pull Tsuna's bag out of his hands. Unknown to the prefect, the shorter of the two had wound his hands so tightly around his bag that his wrists were caught in the straps, and with Hibari's sudden tug, Tsuna went sailing right into his chest.

Tsuna's eyes widened in shock as he fell against the fearsome school prefect, his chocolate brown orbs staring right into the dark pair above him. Was it his imagination…or did Hibari looked surprised and flustered, just like himself?

Reality came smacking into Tsuna as he realized that he was currently leaning against the Disciplinary Head's chest.

Damn.

"I'm sorry!" Tsuna shrieked in a high pitched voice again, probably breaking glass somewhere. He stumbled back, leaving his bag hanging in Hibari's arms. The raven stared at Tsuna for a moment, then opened his bookbag and fumbled through it. Tsuna stood, confused. Why wasn't Hibari flying at him in fury now? He knew the prefect hated people invading his space.

Hibari, meanwhile, had managed to fish the brunette's crumpled timetable out of his bag and was looking through it. Then, the raven tapped the sheet and said in amusement, "You've got history first. Let's get started on that, alright?"

Tsuna watched with his mouth hanging open as Hibari put his bag and timetable down on the table and walked over to the shelves. The poor brunette had been living off those terrifying stories of Hibari passed down to him by his upperclassmen for virtually a year now. But looking at the prefect now, he didn't seem so bad. Scary, yes. Strange, yes. Picky about space, definatly. But at least Tsuna wasn't another dead body on the floor yet. Could Hibari Kyoya be possibly…likeable?

Hibari's face poked out from between the shelves. "You know, I could make you clean out the whole gym if you'd prefer to stand around rather than study and catch up on your work, omnivore."

Tsuna squeaked and dived for the reference books.

Ten minutes later, the prefect and student were sitting at the table with a pile of thick volumes on world history surrounding them. Tsuna carefully stacked the books on Medieval Times next to the Spanish Historical Guides, and opened his binder for his homework. Hibari flipped through a thick paperback on the Second World War, a pair of glasses perched on his nose. Tsuna would never say it aloud, but it made the normally fierce looking prefect quite cute.

"Uhm…so my teacher listed a couple of time periods he wanted us to review for the test next week." Tsuna said meekly. He leaned in, tapping the first word written there. "Ancient Rome."

Hibari closed the book and set it down heavily on the chair and glanced over to where Tsuna was sitting. "There's a book on that right next to you." Tsuna grabbed the complicated looking thing, blowing a layer of dust off it while he did. Hibari slid his glasses off, nodding at Tsuna. "Well, you learn best right from the source. Read it aloud, so I know you're actually reading. No skiving off on lessons." He smirked a little at Tsuna's adorable pout.

Tsuna flipped through the first chapter and carefully read, "Conspiracy was a very common thing among the Romans. Empires that were once powerful and dominating fell to the merciless betrayals and backstabbers, who were often people involved in the Emperor's own private advisors themselves. Here are the records written by a scribe who witnessed the murder of one of Rome's most infamous rulers, who, like so many others, fell to the hands of a man he had once considered a brother."

Tsuna looked up, pale. The scribe had watched the Emperor get killed? That must've been terrible! Tsuna looked up, and to his terror, saw a look up anger and rage on Hibari's face. The raven scowled at the book and said heatedly, "I have no tolerance for traitors. It's…an act…lower…than low."

Tsuna hastily shut the book and said, "Well, maybe we should cover another topic first." He sweatdropped a little a he pulled the assignment sheet closer to him again. "Uhh, next is…Old England!"

Hibari frowned again, but passed a hardcover over to Tsuna with the title England's Past. Tsuna opened the book once again, and started reading: "Old family feuds are often passed down by many generations, like the way heirlooms or character traits are done so. Between the most old and noble families of Old England, the greatest conflicts are generally between those who remain loyal to their Queen and those who feel that the monarchy has worn itself out. One of the bloodiest disputes of all time was staged between two ancient families, which resulted in the complete and utter defeat of one of the most pure bloodlines loyal to the royal family of all. The Monarchy was soon replaced by a more democratic society."

Tsuna finished the paragraph and looked up, hoping that Hibari had calmed down. The prefect did look subdued, but his expression was one of disappointment and resentment. Tsuna blinked with worry. "Hibari-kun? Is something wrong?"

Hibari only shrugged and said softly, "The entire family died in the service of the Queen. In the end, the royal line was replaced completely. Their sacrifice was rather…wasted, don't you think?" Tsuna bit his lip. He hadn't thought of that. "I suppose you're right." He replied. Hibari coughed and said quickly, "What else is on your list there?"

Tsuna consulted his sheet. "The Civil War." Hibari mumbled something and moved yet another stack of books before passing a volume titled American's Historical Battles over to the brunette, who cracked the book open and started reading once more: "One of the most significant battles ever fought in America was none other than the Civil War, a fight between the Northern and Southern parts of the United States of America in their conflict against slavery. The war raged on for many years, harsh and unyielding. In the end, the North claimed victory and abolished slavery, but to the cost of many lives. One story of the tragic death of one of the North's bravest Colonels was recorded in detail by an unknown civil war nurse in their diary, which fully captured the hopelessness and loss of losing one's leader and friend."

Hibari sat, arms crossed, a slight crease in his forehead. Why was history always about somebody dying? Especially the leaders, like the Civil War Colonel or that Roman Emperor. Suddenly, he felt soft fingers touch his forehead, and he jerked back out of reflex, despite the fact that the touch felt soothing rather than threatening.

"What…what are you doing?" He asked, staring at Tsuna. The brunette looked at him, trying to smile weakly, but was highly unsuccessful due to the monstrous tears running down his face.

"S-sorry, Hibari-kun, y-you shouldn't frown l-like that so much, i-it'll give you wrinkles." Tsuna hiccupped, crying over the story, and at that moment, Hibari discovered that there would always be a first for everything. He had just found that hiccup cute. Throwing those thoughts quickly out of his mind, the prefect cleared his throat and said, "Uh, I'll read the last part of your assignment." He peered over at the paper. The Late 1800's. Reaching over the books on Viking invasions, he picked up the reference guide called Dawn of a New Century. Stealing a quick look at Tsuna, he thought, 'This might take his mind off that Civil War chapter." Opening to the first page, he cleared his throat and began reading:

"By the late 1800's, towns had slowly began turning into cities. New developments were being created at an outstanding speed, such as the use of trains and railroads, a new government system despite the Monarchy's continued existence, and recreational activities such as sports or the arts. Here we have samples of paintings created by a streetside artist, which was a common thing back then as it is now."

Hibari flipped the page, and he felt his breath hitch in his throat. There, in front of him, were the images of several paintings made with watercolours, pastels, oil paints, and even charcoal. Hibari traced his fingers over them, heart pounding fast in his chest. He could almost feel the artist's brushes in the smooth paper, running over the canvas, weaving out the beautiful painting, as though he had once stood beside the painter, watching them paint. He could see Tsuna staring at the pictures, eyes wide, captivated. Hibari reluctantly turned the page to finish the paragraph:

"These paintings were donated to a museum by one of the last remaining noble families. The story of the painter is that of a tragic one; while creating the masterpieces, they met and fell in love with the last heir of the noble family. However, the heir's fiancé/fiancée grew jealous of the painter, and in the end, shot them in cold blood and murdered the talented street artist. To this day, the mysterious painter's identity remains unknown."

Hibari looked up. If he had thought this story would cheer Tsuna up, he was, quite regrettably, wrong. Tsuna was clutching his bookbag again, tears streaming down his face, expression similar to a teenage girl's after watching The Titanic or something. The brunette wiped his eyes, shaking silently. Hibari sat, awkward, unsure of what to do. Fortunately, Tsuna spoke, his words punctuated by slight hiccups and sniffles.

"It's…it's so sad…why…why did all t-these p-people have to d-die? The E-emperor, the nobleman, the C-colonel, the a-artist." He started crying ever harder. "These people, t-there must have b-been somebody w-waiting for them t-to come back. F-from the war. From the s-streets. Anywhere! W-why…" he wiped his eyes tearfully and whispered his last question, "Just…why?"

Tsuna didn't know why all those stories were affecting him so badly. They were crushing him on the inside, to hear about all these things that happened. He felt stupid, for crying like a girl. "I'm sorry." He said softly. "I didn't mean to go off like that." Hibari pulled a tissue out of his pocket, and quietly handed it over.

"Just don't go crying on the books. I'll put them back. You should probably go home today."

Tsuna looked up, clutching the soft material tightly in his hand. "Oh, no, I'll help."

He jumped up to help, but in his haste, tripped over a stack of reference material on the floor. Tsuna flailed his arms wildly, trying to regain his balance. The floor flew up to him, but even as Tsuna braced for impact, he never hit the floor. Warmth suddenly enveloped him, and Tsuna found himself clutching onto Hibari's arms, which were secured tightly around him.

For a moment they both stood there. Tsuna inhaled shakily, then, mustering up his courage, said softly, "Hibari-kun…?" Hibari didn't answer for a moment, choosing instead to quietly hold the brunette close to him.

"Is it just me, Tsuna? Or are you getting this feeling too?"

Tsuna felt his breath hitch. His voice shook slightly as he answered, "This feeling…like we've known each other forever?"

Hibari's hold tightened slightly around him. "So I'm not going crazy here." He said with a small smile. Tsuna wriggled a little in his hold so he could turn around to face the prefect. Never before had the brunette ever seen someone so beautiful.

"Well, you know what they say," he joked. "Falling in love is a crazy thing to do."

Hibari chose that precise moment to lean in, and the moment their lips met, they knew it was real. They couldn't explain it, and they doubt they ever could, but it didn't really matter. Fate had a strange way of dealing its cards sometimes. But even is if the hand is bad, if you persevere, eventually, things just might go the way as planned. It might take days. Years. Centuries even. They might appear as a different person each time. The Romans. Englishmen. Americans fighting in a war. A simple artist whose brush made masterpieces.

But that didn't matter now, either.

Because Sawada Tsuna and Hibari Kyoya were together at last.

Just the way there were meant to be from the very beginning.

End

So this is the end! I'm aware that I practically ruined Hibari's character –dies- but put it this way. The man has been waiting for a near nineteen centuries just to be with the one he loves. He's entitled to act a little out of character.

Thank you all very much for sticking with me until the end of my fist fanfiction! I'll be writing plenty more, so perhaps it'll suit your taste, and hopefully, create more readers. Working hard now. Comments are much appreciated! Thank you once again.

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