`Silver Snow

Chapter Three

Everything of the Snow

The Future – Ten Years Later

Miyuki nearly collapsed onto the cold, dull grey floor after they had busted through the Vongola bases' doors. Her hand was firmly pressed against the wall, supporting her petite structure, allowing her to catch a few gasps of air.

"What the hell was that?" Gokudera Hayato's yell echoed. Miyuki had already decided she didn't like this man. He was so noisy, irritating and senseless. The profile of Gokudera Hayato that she had received flashed past her mind once again. Name: Gokudera Hayato; Age: 15; Birthplace: Italy; Characteristics: Easily noticeable, liked by fellow classmates. She wanted to roll her eyes in disgust. Liked by fellow classmates? If that was the case, then she'd be a goddess who everyone loved.

"Strauss Mosca." Lal Mirch commented bluntly, "Another one of Millefiore's dogs. Those scoundrels just don't have the freaking guts to fight fair." Her opinion of Lal Mirch, however, was undecided. She seemed like a person with great gusto and a hard front, but then again, she'd met many people who were cold and stoic before. That… Hibari Kyoya looked like one of those people too. You're like that too. Her inner voice reminded her, but she pushed the thought away.

"Huh? What? Strauss Mosca? Millefiore? What are all those?" Sawada Tsunayoshi's clueless and frightened voice trembled. Name: Sawada Tsunayoshi; Age: 15; Age: Japan; Characteristics: nicknamed as "Dame-Tsuna" for his clumsiness. Miyuki wondered if this boy was really fifteen, he looked so scared of the whole world itself like he thought there would never be people who had bad intentions. What would happen if he had—

"Ah, I see that all of you have made it back safely." A high pitched, baby-sounding voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He landed softly on top of a table and his eyes seemed to move around, searching for something.

"Reborn! Why are you here too?" Reborn's appearance only seemed to make Sawada Tsunayoshi even more confused.

Reborn ignored his comment and his gaze flickered to Miyuki herself. He narrowed his eyes and pointed his gun at Miyuki.

Her eyes widened as she backed away cautiously and the cool feeling of the ring on her chest was suddenly made more obvious to her. Miyuki knew that this "baby" was dangerous – the holder of the yellow pacifier, the strongest of the Acrobaleno, Reborn.

Just then, with somehow perfect timing, Hibari Kyoya walked into the base, wiping the blood off of his face with a sleeve nonchalantly. A smirk was worn on his face, however, and he looked like some kind of predator who was very, very satisfied with killing its prey.

"What are you doing?" His cold and stoic mask did not change one bit, but his heightened tone was a warning – Hibari Kyoya was angry, and if that anger was not dealt with properly, he would explode, the members of Vongola knew that.

Reborn was still fixed in his original position, staring intently at Miyuki, watching out for her next move. Miyuki was staring back at him too, tense and nervous. She knew he had found out. Found out about everything.

"I asked you, what are you doing." There seemed to be this dark, scary aura emitting from him as he walked closer, deliberately slowly, towards the Acrobaleno.

Sawada Tsunayoshi seemed to crouch in fear with every step the Cloud Guardian took – he knew that it definitely was not a joke when Hibari was angry. Past experience had told him better. He shuddered at the thought.

Just at that moment when Hibari Kyoya looked as if he was going to crack, Reborn put down his gun and shot a quick glance to Hibari, "I'll trust you on this, Hibari Kyoya. But if Miyuki Estella De Luca ever makes a suspicious move, I'm afraid I won't be able to cover for her anymore." With that, the "baby" hopped off the table and walked away briskly.

Her nerves were still bundled up tightly after he left, her tense position not relaxing.

"What was that all about?" Gokudera Hayato's haste comment broke the silence once again.

But no one answered, and the next thing Hibari Kyoya did was to grab Miyuki's stiff hand, and drag her along to somewhere else.

Lal Mirch turned to Sawada Tsunayoshi and Gokudera Hayato and began, "well then, I guess it's about time I briefed you brats about the wonderful situation the Vongola is in right now."

"Kusakabe." Hibari acknowledged his most trusted acquaintance (after all, Hibari Kyoya was not the one to call people his 'friends').

"Hibari-san. Welcome home." He bowed and greeted the Cloud Guardian respectfully. Then he noticed the blank-faced girl standing behind him. "…Miyu-san? No wait, the younger version of Miyu-san… What's—"

"Not now, Kusakabe." He simply said as he continued leading the girl into a room. He didn't have the time – he had too many questions to ask, and too many questions to answer.

"You." He pointed to her, then towards a cushioned, velvet chair. "Sit."

He took his seat opposite Miyuki. "Why… are you here?"

"I don't know. I was hit by something on the head while I was following Sawada Tsunayoshi and Gokudera Hayato and I ended up there in that spot of the forest…"

The ten-year bazooka? But if that was the case, not only Miyuki, but also the other two herbivores should be gone by now. It was only supposed to last for five minutes.

"Hn." He gave his standard reply, at which she seemed to twitch. Hibari was smiling in his heart, even though he wouldn't admit it even if he died. He knew she had always hated his one-syllable replies. It brought back memories – a lot of memories…

"Nee, Hibari-san, how much do you know about me?"

He sighed at that question. All the memories didn't stop flooding into his mind, a silent reminder.

"Everything."

She seemed confused at that answer – after all, how could a person she apparently just met know everything about her? "Then… you know about my identity too?"

He remained silent at that question. He couldn't take it, but he wouldn't let it show either. It had been so long, so long that this person had appeared in front of him. And just when he thought he had "gotten over" her. Oh who was he kidding? He didn't even know if he wanted to laugh, cry or get angry at himself anymore. He wondered how a girl was able to mess his life up so much.

"Miyuki Estella De Luca, I know that you're the eighth Guardian of Snow, I know that you like to be called 'Miyu', that you treasure your middle name because it was given to you by your only sister, and that you hate your last name because everyone discriminates you because of it. I know that you love the feeling of snow on your face, and that you like the smell of sakura. You're really good at art, but you can't do sports at all. You don't like the taste of button mushroom because you think it tastes like coins, and that you have a birthmark in the shape of a butterfly on your back… Miyu… I know… everything."

And as he said that, Hibari Kyoya stood up and turned to face the crystal black sky. He couldn't look at her now. Because he couldn't, wouldn't let her see his mask breaking down into nothing. He cleared his throat and spoke with his back facing a stunned Miyuki, "we should stop here, Kusakabe will bring you to your room. You'll be staying in my quarters. It'll help to protect your identity… at least for now. Goodnight, Miyuki."

That only left a really confused Miyuki and a clueless Kusakabe walking towards her new room.

"Ne… Miyu-san, my name is Kusakabe, and I'm sort of like Hibari-san's right-hand man. I was really close with you before—ah and yes, why are you here now?" Kusakabe's words sounded truthful, so Miyuki decided to reply him, "I hit by something on the head and came here."

"I see… it was probably the ten-year bazooka then."

"The ten-year bazooka?"

"It causes your present self and the you from ten years later to do a switch – which means that you're currently in the future, ten years later."

Realisation dawned on her. So that's why this world was so confusing. She didn't even know that something like the ten-year bazooka could've existed. So in this world… Hibari Kyoya knew everything about her. What was their relationship? Could the her ten years later have been a part of the Vongola? There were so many questions to ask that she didn't know where to start.

"I suppose you know my true identity too then, Kusakabe-san?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then, onegai, please tell me everything about this world."

Kusakabe-san raised an eyebrow at her, but gave in and began to tell the story of whatever that had happened in the past ten years.

"…"

Only a dead, scary silence was present after Miyuki had heard of the terrible plight of the world now. What...? The Vongola was almost completely destroyed? That Vongola? Known for being one of the strongest Mafia families in the world? Impossible. "Then, was I a part of Vongola?"

"Yes, yes you were. The Vongola had already recognized you as a part of their family, as the long-lost Snow Guardian of Vongola."

Miyuki frowned at the first sentence of his reply. I was? Did that mean that she had stopped being a guardian of Vongola or something? She was just about to question him again when he started off first, "Well then, oyasuminasai, Miyu-san. Rest well as life in this world is a fast-paced one." He said as they arrived at the end of a corridor.

"Oyasuminasai." She smiled softly. But as she closed the door, she saw Kusakabe mouthing something she couldn't catch.

Because you're so precious to Hibari that if he loses you again, he'll lose himself.

Well, Hibari was mostly back to his cold, stoic self the next morning.

"You. You're exactly 5 minutes late for breakfast." He gave her a cold, hard stare when she had entered the dining room.

"I'm sorry." She said, her voice cracking slightly from morning sinus again. Her hair was poking out in all the wrong directions and her clothes were messily put on. She look like she'd just been hit by a truck.

A vein popped on Hibari's head. "I'm going to give you ten minutes, to go back to your room, wash your face, comb your hair, straighten out your clothes and come back here, neat and proper for a morning breakfast."

Miyuki stared blankly at him. That was all just a joke, wasn't it?

"Fifteen minutes… please?"

"Now."

Miyuki nodded and scrambled out of the room, nearly tripping over herself in the process.

Somehow, she managed to meet the time limit anyway.

"Now, hurry up and finish your breakfast, we have a busy schedule today." Hibari slid a piece of paper towards her.

Her expression looked as if she had just received a one-hundred-million dollar cheque. Only that in return she'd have to pay two-hundred-million.

Oh great.

Hibari watched as Miyuki scattered off to get ready for their next programme for the day: training. Oh she was going to enjoy this. A taste of Hibari's personal training, on the second day that she's came to this fateful world.

But he couldn't help but muse at the other side of the usually calm, collected and charming Miyuki. She had a clumsy side too, which he found very entertaining, even though she was always sensible and logical. Always thinking of the consequences of her actions, the impact on which it will cause to herself, but most importantly, her loved ones.

And so, what was he thinking on that day? Why couldn't he have been as sensible as Miyuki? What could have possibly overcome him to make that kind of mistake?

What did I do?

-End of Chapter Three.

Chapter Three.1 – Omake

Everything

(NOTE: You should note that these things didn't really happen during the story. It's just for my own amusement – and probably yours too.)

"Miyuki Estella De Luca, I know that you're the eighth Guardian of Snow, I know that you like to be called 'Miyu', that you treasure your middle name because it was given to you by your only sister, and that you hate your last name because everyone discriminates you because of it. I know that you love the feeling of snow on your face, and that you like the smell of Sakura. You're really good at art, but you can't do sports at all. You don't like the taste of button mushroom because you think it tastes like coins, and that you have a birthmark in the shape of a butterfly on your back… Miyu… I know… everything." Hibari paused for a while.

"And so I've always been wondering, why do you like Sakura out of all the types of flowers possible? What about rose, or sunflower, or marigold. Anything is better than Sakura! I really hate Sakura!"

"But I—"

"What do you mean by button mushrooms taste like coins? Have you actually even eaten a coin? Why did you eat it? What's wrong with you!"

Author's Note.

Hello! It's been a longlonglong time since I've updated heehee.

This chapter started from serious, to cute, to sad, then to humourous. Heehee. Honestly, I'm sort of a romance freak so I'm like holding back all the romancey thoughts flying across my mind 'cause if I write them now it'll be too fast. Yes, I know you're waiting for the good romancey parts to come, 'cause I'm waiting for them too T.T

Oh and I really wanna thank omgpink for giving me the advice heehee. It's really constructive and helpful ^^. Well, I hope you can see the changes in this chapter and well, enjoy the chappie! (:

I'll probably include Omakes for each chapter now, which are really very random and written for fun, they might be OOC, Mary-Sue or stuff, but that's what makes Omake's funny LOL. I'll be writing some serious ones also I guess.

Kay, thanks. Remember to R&R darlings! (: