I hate my writing…

One last update before my exams, I'm so screwed.

Chapter 6

Crevice

Kurara found a apple scented candle while cleaning out the storage in the evening, and thought it would be nice to use while waiting for Hibari to arrive. She never used candles before, to her they were gifts that equated to insults or junk meant for storage keeping, but since there was nothing better to do while she sat in the corridor, lonely and afraid in the dark, she decided to light it with a box of matches she found lying around. The wick flickered with a brilliant flame, and the sweet scent of apples calmed Kurara down. It was a pretty sight, the orange light glowing on her skin, she could stare at it all day. No one would notice if she kept it.

Her shoulder was much better now, luckily it wasn't dislocated or broken but bruised. It was purple and in pretty bad shape, but a couple of painkillers and a bag of ice was all she needed. Kurara's mental scar however, would stick with her for life. Mukuro had stolen her first kiss and as much as she hated it there was nothing she could do. Kurara could pretend it never happened, but fact was fact. It still bothered her – what Mukuro had tried to do – but now was the time to forget everything and enjoy what she had been looking forward to for days. Maybe after the night she would feel better.

She heard footsteps coming towards her, and immediately she got up. The flame from her candle revealed a weary looking Hibari with his Ibanez in his hand. He teetered passed her without saying a word and unlocked the door.

"Hibari you don't look too well," Kurara said.

"Mind your own business," he starkly replied, slamming the door behind him.

Kurara waited outside while Hibari set up the amplifier and so on, she wasn't too familiar with the mechanics. When he was done, the blinds were pulled up for Kurara to see. He opened the window briefly and instructed her, "If a hear a peep from you there won't be a second chance."

"Okay." It was shut in her face. Kurara put her candle down and leaned against the windowsill. She saw a camera on a tripod with a red light flashing on and off as Hibari sat himself down. It felt like a dream being able to see her idol, her precious person make the music that had kept her alive all these years. She never thought Mori would turn out to be a academic genius as well as a musical genius.

Hibari made the first strum, followed by a series of slow but graceful movements. His fingers moved up and down the strings with moderation. At first it seemed like you average guitarist, but as he picked up the pace, the whole world had turned upside down. Kurara could not believe her eyes, every stroke was coming from a person she had never seen before. The way he played was exactly how she pictured it, a beautiful man pouring his heart and soul into his music.

Then with a sudden burst of energy, the tempo skyrocketed to a maximum, the plucks let out a sharp and brassy tune. Hibari's expression turned almost lustful as he powered through the notes, it made her heart pound, and she wanted more. The strumming, plucking, shredding all became a blur to her, until all she could see was the sway of Hibari's figure as he leaned forward. For a moment her head felt fuzzy, and her knees threatened to buckle. Kurara was drowning in bliss, if only the world could see this, thousands of women would be clutching their chests with desire, thousands of men would be green with envy. Kurara couldn't rid this wonderful, hot feeling.

The pace was picking up again, and sweat was devouring Hibari whole, but it only made his skin shine against the light like a perfect sculpture. It made him even more handsome than he was, and Kurara could not help but feel out of his league. When he played, it was like he was chasing something, redeeming himself. The tragic tune tugged against Kurara's heartstrings, she was completely drawn into his song.

Then he abruptly stopped, and fell off his chair. He dropped his guitar and buried his head in his hands as an excruciating pain shot through his head. Kurara snapped out of it and burst through the door. She scrambled to his level and reached her hands out to help him.

"Don't touch me," he snarled, stumbling to get up.

"You don't look too good, I'll help you up!" Kurara tried to help again, but he slapped her hands away.

"I can manage myself."

"But—"

"Just leave me alone, I'm fine." Hibari mustered all his remaining strength to stand up, but just as he did, his conscience gave in to exhaustion and he collapsed again. Kurara caught him in her arms, but she could barely hold his weight.

"Jesus…why are men so heavy?" Kurara kind of slowly crab walked to the side and plopped Hibari gently against the wall. She waved her hand in front of his face to make sure he really was unconscious, Hibari looked dreadful, heat was radiating from his body, and his hair was all over the place (he still looked gorgeous). Kurara felt his forehead. "He's on fire oh gosh, what do I do?"

She searched her pocket for her phone, and considered calling the ambulance, but then wouldn't she have to explain to them that Hibari had been playing an electric guitar? He would murder her afterwards. Then what should she do? She couldn't just leave him here. Kurara scrolled through her almost-empty contacts list and saw the first number labelled "Bianchi". Well, she was the only person in this entire town she could rely on, and at least the chances of her blowing Hibari's secret would be low. She made the call.

Bianchi picked up after the third ring.

…..

…..

…..

"He's fine, just fatigued," Bianchi said, holding up a thermometer, "he probably came to the infirmary this evening for a Panadol."

"How do you know?" Kurara asked, still trying to take in the fact Hibari (otherwise known as Mori) was lying on her only bed (a floor mattress) and most likely staying for the night.

"Hibari has been coming for Panadols for weeks now, ever since highschoolers from all over the country decided to clog up the applications list for psychology. He's probably been pulling all-nighters looking through resume after resume, and now on top of that, he keeps playing his guitar every night which drains a lot of energy. What an incredible guy."

"Why doesn't the rest of the staff do it?"

"It's not as easy as you think, especially with all that pressure on his department, it being the university's number one area after all. It must be very frustrating knowing ninety percent of the new applicants are enthusiastic fan girls that probably won't take the course seriously anyway," Bianchi began packing her medical supplies away, she paused to look at Kurara who was still staring at Hibari in awe. "What were you thinking Kurara, associating yourself with Hibari Kyoya? I thought I told you to stay away from him?"

"I never intended to I-I swear!"

"I don't even know how he'll react when he wakes up in your flat, he has the biggest ego on the entire campus, actually probably the entire country. This will hurt his pride you know."

"I couldn't just leave him there could I?" Kurara scowled at her, she couldn't believe she was getting lectured for doing the right thing.

"I'm sorry Kurara," Bianchi chuckled, and poked between the younger woman's furrowed brows. "Say, I can't believe he's the real deal, how did you find out anyway?"

"What?"

"Mori, I can't believe of all people, this discipline-obsessed grouch is that guitar hunk!"

"Hibari is amazing! If only you'd seen him—" Kurara shut up. She'd forgotten if Hibari found out Bianchi knew his big secret, and on top of that he was already going to blow a fuse for staying the night at Kurara's house, he would tie her to the back of his car and speed down the highway while she died a slow and painful death. Kurara shuddered.

"Where will you sleep?"

"I'll figure something out."

"Well I hope you know what you're doing, I'll pretend none of this ever happened."

"I owe you one."

Bianchi smiled, she picked up her things and got up.

"Hey Bianchi…" Kurara asked before she left. Bianchi stopped in her tracks. "What did…Mukuro do to you?"

"Nothing." She left without another word. Kurara watched from her window as Bianchi got in her car and drove off, almost hastily. It drove her mad, not knowing the full extent of Mukuro's torturous nature, but she could understand if it was too traumatizing for Bianchi. Still, she was curious, especially after the way she reacted.

Kurara lay on the floor that night. She had only one spare blanket and a cushion to use, so it was extremely uncomfortable. Aside from that, she couldn't fall asleep with a guy lying across the room from her, especially an attractive guy she was deeply in love with (so she told herself). Kurara couldn't help it, she virtually stared at him all night, his gentle breathing and occasional movements, she was being a real creeper. She still couldn't believe her dreams were unfolding so quickly, if only he could love her back faster, then everything would be perfect. The assault she had witnessed from Mukuro has evaporated from the back of her head, it was like it never even happened.

Only at 3 in the morning, did Kurara eventually fall asleep. She dreamed about the day Hibari finally returned her feelings. He turned from jerk to loving boyfriend, just like that, and he cherished her more than anything. In fact, her dream went as far as them marrying, having children and living happily ever after. Little did she know, it was the most wrong and absurd dream she could ever have. It was a foolish dream by a foolish girl that couldn't face reality.

Hibari on the other hand, was reliving a memory in his dream.

"Hey Hibari, you play really well, why don't you post it on the internet?"

"Don't be stupid."

"I'm serious, you'll be super popular, and you never know your popularity might land you Miss Perfect!"

"No."

"Come on, you even have your own fan club in school you know. I don't understand how an incomprehensible jerk like you ended up so popular with the ladies. I guess looks are everything these days, but I would never date you, no offence."

"If you're done you can leave now, I'm busy."

"Why haven't you dated any of your fan girls anyway? There are tonnes of pretty girls that are after you."

"Unlike you, my priorities don't fall in the superficial category, I have better things to do."

"Like what? Beating people up and then enforcing discipline while secretly practicing the electric guitar like it's something to be ashamed of? Seriously you need a life."

"Think what you want, I act on my own accord."

"Hmph."

"….."

"Hey Hibari?"

"…"

"We're friends right?"

"Hardly."

"That's good enough."

"…"

"Hibari?"

"What now? You're beginning to annoy me."

"I want you to meet someone, the guy I've started dating."

"I'd rather not, I have no interest in your trivial affairs, now leave me alone before I bite you to death."

"Wait, his name is Dino."

Hibari awoke at approximately nine in the morning on a Saturday. It was his day off, but he wasn't at home or any place familiar. He scrutinised his surroundings: unpacked boxes, no furniture, an untouched kitchen, a useless herbivore with outrageous peach hair lying on the ground a few metres from him. He was still wearing the clothes he wore for all his videos and he felt groggy in the head. Beside him was his guitar and a candle that looked like it belonged to the university. Hibari got up and walked over to the sleeping idiot. He felt like kicking her, but even a jerk as big as himself had no intention of hitting a woman, but in this case, could he even call this thing a woman? Kurara was rolled into the fetal position with her blanket wrapped around her like a sushi roll. Hibari made the choice to kick her awake.