I first would like to thank all those who have read and reviewed to this story. Each of your kind words have made me very happy. I also appriciate the bit of critiques as well, as they help me realize I should go over things before I send them out for others to read. Its just very difficult since my spell check has been removed...

I hope you will enjoy this chapter as well.

It would be a cold day in Hell before Hibari Kyouya would shed a tear for Sawada Tsunayoshi.

He, enforcer of Discipline and Order in Namimori, would not belittle himself as quickly as the others had. The pitiful way that Storm Guardian was laying out in the rain, most likely trying to drown himself over the recent events. That Yamamoto Takeshi, who was always smiling like a fool, now sat crying. Crying, where anyone could see him. That Chrome Dokuro looked much like a drowned rat, her hysterical sobs and wails gratted on the Cloud Guardian's nerves as she was carted back to her room by those mutts she called partners. He had always hated her kind.

Hibari would not let himself act like the rest. He felt nothing over the sudden loss, though his stomach and lungs did feel tight in a way he hadn't been bothered by before. This problem didn't seem like something deserving of his main focus at the moment, not when that Rokudo Mukurou had decided to pick a fight as a reaction to his obvious denile.

"He's dead."

Oddly enough he'd felt his body push forward more recklessly then it would usually. His brain wasn't giving calculated orders, and his aim was fueled more by an instictual rush then rehersed movement.

Rokudo also seemed to have decided on a ring-flame-only battle, rather then pulling out that rediculous trident. And Hibari didn't really care, in the heat of things, the way his body threw itself forward with abandon, that he wasn't armed with his loyal tonfas.

It was a strange, unnatural feeling. It creeped over his skin the more prolonged this fight was going. He was getting injured at the same rate that he himself was injuring, but his nerves welcomed the dull sting of a future bruise, a splitting welt, or an over extended ligiment. His normal blatant stubborness of getting struck down at all was reflected into opposition, and he rejected safe distance.

His body burned. Burned in a way he'd never known before, and he rejected that, too. It was a numbing sensation, the rush of endorophins after the pain receptors alerted the brain of harm.

But Hibari had been hurt worse then the wounds the now down-and-out Illusionist had given him. He saw no reason to be experiancing any of the sensations that lingered through him now.

Tsunayoshi may be dead, but he was Hibari Kyouya, and that had nothing to do with him.

Breathing heavily through his mouth, the Reigning Disciplinary Commitee Chairmen turned away from the sight of Rokudo's resigned body slumped on the shattered staircase, those mismatched eyes half-lidded and glaring. Hibari's pattent leather shoes stepped over the rubble, shattered vases and broken antique fruniture, not pausing to give the Rain Guardian a second glance on his way back out the door.

The falling torrent outside had yet to cease, but Hibari ignored it on his way down the grand front steps. He just barely flickered his eyes down to the silver haired nuscance of a man who had apparently decided on letting himself get washed out into the Mediterranean sea.

"You'd better not pick a fight with anyone, Hibari-yarou!"

"Tch. Say's the un-nuetered lap dog."

"Oi oi, please stop fighting you two. Hiiie! Hibari-san, put those away!!"

Hibari huffed a short breath, pulling out his cell phone and pressing in the speed dial for Kusakabe. The conversation was short, hardly worthy of the deffinition.

"Kusakabe. I'm at Sawada's mansion. Send the car."

"Hai, Kyou-san."

He held the inactive phone in his hand, the plastic casing saving it from the falling rain. He frowned in distate at the bloodied finger prints smeared across the buttons. It annoyed him, that the others had been too busy gathering around someone who was well past saving while he had to use his own blood covered hands to dial up the medical unit.

He was rather pleased about how many Millifiore he'd gotten to bite to death, though. Pitty the Dandilion of a man and the red-head in the thick glasses had managed to run off before they could get into the room. He wanted to finish them off most of all.

Really, Hibari mused, standing in the rain as his car came past the main gates at the end of the drive, what did the other's expect? Tsunayoshi was just the type of person to act as he had. He'd no one to blame but himself for what he got. Hibari hadn't wanted protection, and he hadn't asked for it when it was forced upon him.

Without waiting for his assistant to open it for him, Hibari pulled open the passengers side door and sat himself down on the leather seat. Kusakabe Tetsuya had to take a few moments to readjust after seeing his boss in such a 'disheveled' state.

Hibari paused in the middle of removing his suit jacket to give the Yakuza-looking man a pointed look.

"Drive, Kusakabe, or have you forgotten how since you pulled in?" he asked retorically. Tetsuya stuttered a 'Yes, Kyou-san' and shifted into gear, driving down the long front entrance of the Vongola Estate, windsheild-wipers dancing back and forth rhythmaticaly.

Hibari sat back in his seat, his cloths wet and uncomfortable. He felt exaughsted and sunken in, like an autum leaf that is stepped on and torn.

"Kyou-san... you're bleeding..!" Kusakabe stated, his voice concerned and startled. Hibari followed the man's eyes, keeping a pasive expression directed at the smears of dark red up his arms and across his torso.

"It's not mine." He answered, switching his icy grey gaze out the window to the dull, rain slicked Italian countryside. Kusakabe sighed, having a life's worth of knowledge that if it wasnt Kyouya's, it could be anyone's blood. This relieving thought in mind, he resumed driving with a more placid aura.

Hibari sat his chin in his palm, elbow on the small ledge by the window. With his hands so close to his face, he could smell clearly the familiar metalic scent of dried blood, like too many pennies rubbed over the skin; the staining scent of copper and iron.

"It's Sawada Tsunayoshi's..." he found himself whispering.

Kusakabe took in a shocked lungful of air, his hands gripping the steering wheel while he looked back and forth between Hibari and the road.

"Sa-Sawada's...?!"

Hibari said nothing more, letting his assistant gape and speak of things he himself could not associate with. It had only just occured to him, that the blod on his cloths and hands was that of the Herbivore who had defeated him less then a few times in mock-fights (what he younger man had been told were mock fights).

"Mou, Hibari-san! D-don't get so serious! We're just practicing! Hibari-saaaan!"

Hibari had never in his life 'just practiced' with anyone. He wondered when the next oppertunity would come up in Tsunayoshi's scheduel to have another...

His finger twitched against his cheek as he recalled the circumstances. Often times, when young children were told that someone they had know had died, they would not seem to properly understand, and would ask later where that person had gone and when they would be coming back.

Hibari Kyouya had never been a child, and he wasn't planning on starting now.

"...It's just, this is really something I hadn't expected." Kusakabe ended after being ignored for a good twenty minutes of shocked rambling. Hibari sighed, yawning into his hand and pushing back against the headrest.

"Ah, Kyou-san..." Tetsuya proded after a few silent miles. Hibari made a soft grunt in response.

"What... what will you do now..?"

Steel grey eyes opened a fraction, enough that Hibari was able to see the rain crashing against the windsheild and sweeping up over the top of the roof.

"Hibari-san... I, I guess I should thank you."

"What do I need your thanks for, Tsunayoshi."

"Well... even though you seem to hate everything about it, you accepted becoming one of my Guardians, right? So, thanks..."

The answer wasn't immeadiate, it took Hibari a good half-dozen more miles of Italian road before he came up with an answer.

"Travle. I want to figure out the Ring Boxes." he replied, closing his eyes again. Kusakabe glanced at his Boss, brows furrowed.

"...But, what about... They'll be holding a funeral, right?" he asked. Hibari's shoulders shifted against the back of the seat, as if trying to make himself more comfortable.

"I wont be gathering around with all those people for the sake of something I dont care about." he stated.

"But Kyou-sa-"

"I want to bite them all to death..." Hibari interupted, eyes now fixed directly into his associate's dark eyes. "The Millifiore. They are a group I cannot let do as they please without a care for the rules... I plan on killing every last one of them."

Kusakabe swallowed, teeth grinding on the small stick between his lips.

"But, the Vongola rings were destroyed, the research came back that they're getting the Mare rings and coming up with new boxes..." he reasoned. Hibari relaxed back into his seat, eyes going back to the darting scenery.

"Seeing as how I'm the only one with an ounce of sense anymore, I will think of something. I'll figure out how to get the Vongola Rings back..." he muttered.

Tetsuya remained in bewildered silence for the rest of the drive, much to the prefrence of his Boss. Hibari just stared out the window, occasionaly shifting in his seat as his damp clothes became itchy and uncomfortable. The blood on his button-up blouse was starting to harden and rub annoyingly against his abdomen.

He felt sick, that pressure tight in his stomach and lungs was threatening to tie around his throat . It wouldnt do for this illness to progress any further then it had, so with that in mind he felt it best to get some rest lest it consume him as it had the others.

The only regret Hibari had, when he looked the younger version of Sawada Tsunayoshi over, was that he'd had a hand in bringing such an annoying creature back.

That 'Gamma' had made short work of the other two, and now there was Tsuna flanking Lal Mirch looking just as foolishly in awe as he had been so many times before. It was irritating, but there was a slight release in the tight coils that had pleagued the Cloud Guardian's body since that night.

Once Kusakabe arrived on the scene (another person Tsuna seemed completely shocked to see), he had the two unconcious Rain and Storm Guardians gathered up, and quickly left the scene.

The entrance Hibari used to get into the hideout was cast in classic Japanese style, and it was a a little amusing that the young Tsunayoshi was agahst at his future-self's choice. True, the Him of the Future had had all the fusuma and tatami rooms installed, but he had done it only because Hibari wouldnt stay there otherwise. Though he'd said later, red from apparent embarresment, that he'd done it because he just gotten back from a stay in Italy and wanted to surround himself in all things Japanese.

Some time later, Hibari felt the itch to speak to the younger Mafia Don privately. He didn't particularily want anyone else to be in the room at the time, and he didn't really know what he would say, if anything, but regardless, the urging was still there. Yet just as he'd begun to confront the meek little teen, nearly everyone in the complex started gathering around, and whatever urge to speak to the Vongola he'd had, Hibari was quick to replace it with the urge of bitting him to death.

It was a wonderful oppertunity though, when the Baby put him in charge of training the little Herbivore. Hibari took more satisfaction then he fully understood, watching that boy get himself out of the Needle Sphere cage. It was like a great breath of clean, pure air, when they began the intense sparring training.

Each dodge and blow made Hibari that much more relieved for some unknown reason. He couldnt put the blame on lack of action, he'd been fighting frequently since he came back to Japan. The more likely reason was that it was Tsunayoshi he was fighting now. The sparring partner he'd been deprived of for longer then he'd cared for.

When Tsunayoshi seemed too weak to fight him near the level he had as an adult, Hibari would stop and not waste his time on him, going back to his room to drink his tea alone (though that damn boxing imbicile seemed to have come back and was bothering him from time to time).

Away from the teenager or not, Sawada Tsunayoshi would not leave Hibari's thoughts. He was constantly thinking of the next fight. The next training session. Then next oppertunity to be in the same room as him.

When finaly the day arrived that the Millifiore attacked, Hibari Kyouya's cronic sickness had left him, and he was able to bite with his sharpest teeth.

Well, I wrote this in what I feel would have been Hibari's real perspective. He's really, really not a mushy guy who'd cry for anyone, I dont think. He's harsh and probably denies any form of emotion, except maybe being 'pissed the hell off'.

It was difficult, and I wish I could have made him a bit more gushy, but it really didn't seem in-character when I wrote it that way.

A note, Reborn will have his own chapter, for those wondering. I'm just not sure when it will be written and after who he'll come in. I still have Chrome, Ryouhei, and Gokudera. I think I'll write a Dino one too. If there is anyone else you'd like to be described, please tell me (please dont say Kyouko or Haru though, I just can't. I'm sorry. Kyouko esspecially).

Oya, oya, Happy Holloween (it just happens to be that day here lol)