A/N: Here is yet another chapter! It's time to focus more on the kids and their antics. I especially love Nuvola because she is so much like her father; barely gives a shit about anything. Or maybe that's Hayato's influence… he is her godfather after all. Oh, did you not know that? Well, now you know! XD
I decided not to make Tsuna a full-blown hermaphrodite. I'm not sure if you fans are ready for that yet. So I'll just go with Tsuna having only male genitals (for the sexy times of course, LOL) but he has the organs capable of sustaining life. Let's not get technical on the how's and why's, just accept that he can get pregnant. However I'll still write about how he got that way, yeah?
As you can see, the title of the story has changed. Why? Well, I thought the new title connected with Beautiful Monster better (I'm not even sure why I named that story Beautiful Monster…) and because I might have some future plans for this… Not long-term of course, but just a little something that you're going to have to wait for. :3
Anyway, chapter title has nothing to do with the anime of the same name. That anime kinda creeps me out… and it's het. I don't like het…
Happy readings!
It was the first day of school after the summer holidays. Namimori Middle School was teeming with students, all of whom looked crestfallen that their vacation had already ended. No more vacation meant no more trips to the beach or water and amusement parks. No more lazing about in bed playing video games and no more sleeping late and not waking up until noon. Now, everyone had to wake up early, study, do homework and projects, endure boring lectures, and all that usual school stuff.
How exciting (note the sarcasm).
A few minutes before the first period bell rang, a student strutted onto campus. He looked like the stereotypical bad boy with bleached spiked hair, piercings, and a messily worn school uniform. He slouched into the school, leering at the girls and their short skirts and glaring at any guy who made eye contact with him. This guy was the new transfer student, Jun Fubuki, and he definitely looked like trouble.
This was the fourth school that Fubuki had transferred to in his middle school life. Obviously that meant he was not the ideal student. He barely ever attended class, always picked fights, and never did his schoolwork. And he was actually proud of it, thinking that school was a waste of time.
However today, on the first day at his new school, he was going to show everyone just who was going to run the place. He was going to make everyone fear his name.
Lost in his fantasies of school takeovers, Fubuki didn't notice the freshman in his path and, inevitably, they bumped harshly into each other. The freshman stuttered out an apology, but Fubuki only glared down at the now frightened boy.
"Watch where ya' going ya' shrimp!" Fubuki growled, causing the freshman to cower.
"S-S-Sorry! I'm sorry, senpai!"
"Well sorry ain't enough! I'm going to have to teach ya' a lesson, ya' little fucker!"
Fubuki grabbed the freshman's collar and lifted him off the ground, smirking at the frightened boy. There was already a small crowd of worried students surrounding them and Fubuki could already feel the fear emitting from them. He could feel the anticipation and apprehension in the air as he curled his hand into a fist, tensed it, and quickly brought it forward in a punch…
All of a sudden a thin chain shot out from nowhere and wrapped around his wrist, stopping his punch from making contact to the cringing boy's face. A collective gasp rippled through the air and the students in the vicinity froze in their places, apprehension seizing them.
"You are causing a disturbance," a low yet feminine voice rang out. "That alone is punishable with detention. Not only that, piercings that are not limited to the ears and wearing the school uniform improperly are against school rules."
Gritting his teeth, Fubuki dropped the freshman and turned around, wanting to see who had the gall to disturb him when he was busy. He followed the trail of the chain still wrapped around his wrist and saw that it was held by a girl with dark brown hair and narrow blue-grey eyes. She was wearing the school's summer uniform, black stockings instead of the usual knee-high socks, and settled on her shoulders was a black blazer with a red armband that read "discipline" pinned on the left arm. The other students were giving her a wide berth and they looked afraid of her, even more than the newly transferred punk making a scene.
"Just who the fuck are ya'?" Fubuki hissed out.
The girl's eyes flashed and her lips quirked up in a smirk. "My name is Nuvola Sawada-Hibari and I am the Discipline Committee Head Prefect. It is my duty to keep the discipline in this school and you, Jun Fubuki, are in great need of disciplining."
Fubuki glared at the girl. How dare that little snob try to stop him! He was going to show her just who was boss around here! Discipline Committee, as if! They never got anything done and were just full of snobby little brats who think they can push others around!
(Note the irony in that sentence.)
"How do ya' know my name, brat?" Fubuki growled out, subtly tugging on the chain to see if he could get loose. Surprisingly it was still wrapped tight around his wrist and it looked like he wouldn't be able to get free with just one hand.
"I am the Head Prefect," Nuvola stated calmly, though the smirk never left her face. "I know everything about everyone in this school. That includes you as well, Jun Fubuki. And if you don't cease and desist, I will be forced to bite you to death."
That caused Fubuki to laugh loudly. "Bite me to death? Ya' have got to kidding me! That is the stupidest thing I have ever–!"
The sentence was barely out of his mouth before Fubuki was pulled forward by the chain on his wrist and a knee made painful contact with his stomach. He let out a grunt as he doubled over in pain, but it wasn't over yet. The knee came back three, four, five times before a foot made its way to his face and he was kicked away with a sickening crunch. As he rolled across the ground and came to rest on his aching stomach, Fubuki vaguely noticed that the chain had released its hold on his wrist. Well, that was something at least…
Looking unimpressed, Nuvola approached the new meat's still form, placing a foot on the punk's bleached head. "Listen well, herbivore," she hissed, the students around her flinching at the tone and they watched as she ground her foot onto the poor transferee's head. "Here in this school, I am law. Break the rules and I break your fragile little face. No one messes with my school and gets away with it. And if you try to get away, I will find you, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Remember that, mincemeat, because if you don't… well, then we're going to have a problem on our hands won't we?"
Satisfied with her little speech, Nuvola stomped on Fubuki's head hard enough to crack through the concrete beneath them and officially knock the punk out. She'll have her crew take the punk to the infirmary later and clean up the little mess she made before it stains the ground, but first…
"What are you all standing around for?" she half-yelled out at the student body, startling them. "Get to class!"
The students obeyed her and hurriedly made their way to the school building under Nuvola's watchful eye. The freshman who Fubuki had been picking on earlier bashfully approached Nuvola, his hands fiddling together in nervousness.
"U-Uh, um, Hibari-san?" he said, his face reddening at Nuvola's inquisitive look, and then he bowed low. "Th-Thank you very much for saving me!"
Nuvola stared at the bowing freshman for a moment, before she smirked. "Get to class herbivore," she said. To others it would seem she was disregarding the young student's gratitude, but that wasn't her intention. The look in her eyes showed that she accepted the younger student's thanks.
The freshman blushed a deeper shade of red and he nodded his head before bowing again and trotting towards the school building. Nuvola watched him go and then turned towards the gate, needing to close it once the bell rings.
Ah, a new day, a new punk to beat into submission. Life at Namimori Middle School was good…
It was the second day of the new school term and at Namimori Elementary School, a young boy with chocolate brown hair and wide brown eyes was having a little trouble balancing books in his thin arms. The other school kids around him weren't of much help, since they were busy actually having lunch instead of having to return books to the library on the teacher's request. Sometimes, Cielo thought he was too nice for his own good.
"Cielo!"
Hearing his name being called out, Cielo paused and turned around, seeing his best friend running towards him. Cielo couldn't help but blush slightly at Alma's bright smile and cute face. Alma looked so much like a girl that it sometimes confused even the Family. However just because he looked like a girl didn't mean he was weak; Alma had been trained in the Shigure Souen Ryu style by Takeshi and he knew his way around bombs and dynamite thanks to his adoptive father, Hayato. He might be cheerful and friendly all the time, but piss him off and it was likely you'd get blown into space or sliced apart by a sharp blade.
"Ah, Alma-kun," Cielo said, smiling as his friend approached him. "Is there anything you need?"
Alma shook his head, his braided black hair swaying behind him. "No, I just wanted to have lunch with you. Though it looks like you're busy…"
Cielo sighed. "Yeah, the teacher asked me to return some books to the library. It's kind of a hassle."
Alma laughed. "You just can't say no, can you Cielo?"
"I can so say no, but only to my family. It's everyone else I can't say no to…"
Shaking his head and chuckling, Alma reached out and took a couple books form Cielo's arms to lighten the load. "Here, I'll help you. You look like you need it."
Cielo let out a sigh of relief. "You're a lifesaver Alma-kun. I'll buy you a choco-bread later, okay?"
"I'll hold you onto that."
The two then continued their trek to the library, idly chatting about things ten-year-olds would. They quickly returned the books to the library and made their way to the school store to buy their lunch. There Cielo bought the choco-bread that he promised Alma and got something for himself too. They then returned to their classroom, rejoining their noisy classmates.
"Cielo-kun! Alma-kun!"
The boys' classmate and another childhood friend of theirs, Yuki Watanabe, waved at them from her seat in the middle of a group of girls. Yuki was the daughter of their Aunt Kyoko Watanabe nee Sasagawa. She looked just like her mother with her short strawberry blond hair, if just a shade darker, but her eyes were brown like her father's. Kyoko and Tsuna were still very good friends even after so many years and their children were the same, though only one thing was a tad different,
Instead of Cielo having a crush on Yuki, like his Touchan before him, it was the other way around.
"Ah, Yuki-chan," Cielo said with a smile as he and Alma walked over to her and her friends. He didn't notice Yuki's blush or Alma's sudden narrowing of eyes. Yes, he was that oblivious. "What can we do for you?"
"A-Ano, why don't you have lunch with us?" Yuki said, smiling through her flushing face.
"Sure, why not?"
Cielo took a seat next to Yuki and Alma, who had curiously fallen quiet, took a seat next to him. The rest of lunch passed with light chatter between Cielo and the girls, especially with Yuki who took any chance she could to brush up against her childhood friend. Alma, however, looked like he was ready to blow the whole school to smithereens.
"Alma-kun, is something the matter?" Cielo asked when he noticed his friend's tenseness. "Did you get the wrong kind of milk again? Honestly, you should be careful about your allergy…"
Alma blinked rapidly, trying to focus through his haze of… something that made him very tense around Yuki. "Ah, no Cielo, I'm fine!" he exclaimed, waving his hands about. "Just got lost in my thoughts! Because of that… uh… math test! Yeah. You know I hate math, so it's going to be a bother to study for it!"
Cielo stared as Alma laughed just a little bit too loudly. He seemed a bit suspicious but accepted the lie with a nod of his head. "Yeah, math is really hard," he said, biting into his melon bread. "I almost didn't finish my worksheet over the summer."
"We should study after school, Cielo-kun!" Yuki spoke up, looking very enthusiastic. "You can help me with history. I know you're good at that."
As Cielo flushed with the compliment, Alma glared at Yuki from beneath his bangs. To tell the truth, he never really liked the girl. She was just too… perky. All cute smiles and flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes that made him want to scoop them out with a spork. Some would say that he was being hypocritical, seeing as his dad (Takeshi, not Hayato) was the same. However Alma would insist that his dad and Yuki were vastly different. Mostly because his dad was a top assassin who can tear you down with a dark smile while Yuki just looked as fake as celebrity faces.
Alma made an effort to hide his ire and join in on the conversation that was taking place before him. Like hell he was going to leave that fake perky girl with his best friend.
Fubuki was furious.
It was the third day of school and again he had been sent to the infirmary after getting his ass kicked by the Head Prefect. He had tried, again and again, since his first day, to make Nuvola Sawada-Hibari fall to her knees before him. However, as much as he was reluctant to admit it, Nuvola was much stronger than he was. Even he could see that. Still, it didn't stop him from trying.
Yes he was just that stupid- er, determined. He was just that determined.
Fubuki stalked through the school hallways, intent on finding a target to take his anger out on. However he could find no one roaming about and that frustrated him until he realized that classes must have started. That only served to frustrate him more though because that meant that he had no one to take his frustrations out on.
With a scowl that could make babies cry, Fubuki stomped up to the school rooftop. He found that it was the perfect place to get privacy as long as he staked claim on it. If someone else was already there, he'd just kick their asses and throw them off the roof.
Or, well, through the door at least. He may be a delinquent but Fubuki wasn't a killer.
Yet… maybe…
Grumbling about "fucking chain-wielding chicks" Fubuki pushed open the door to the school roof and stepped over the threshold, breathing in the fresh air of the outside. He so did hate to be inside a stuffy classroom with boring teachers and idiotic classmates. Surely no one would bother him on the roof.
At least he thought that until he heard a soft, singing voice, accompanied by a higher-pitched voice that seemed to belong to a songbird (damn talented songbird that is, able to actually sing the lyrics). The girl (because it was obviously a girl singing) had a nice voice, low and tilting and easy on the ears. She was singing the school song with the songbird and though Fubuki had no love for school songs (or school in general) he had to admit that it sounded nice.
Wondering just who the girl was (and whether if she would react to a little bit of flirting) Fubuki walked around the rooftop, looking for her. The place was empty though and just as Fubuki thought he was probably hallucinating because of his injuries from his latest fight, the singing stopped and a voice spoke up.
"The rooftop is off limits to students, herbivore."
Fubuki froze. He knew that voice, even though he had only been acquainted with it for a short time. Turning around, he narrowed his eyes when Nuvola jumped down from where she was sitting next to the water tower. A yellow songbird was nestled in her hair, idly combing through the strands that weren't tied back. Now Fubuki may he dense but he wasn't an idiot. He could put two and two together to get four.
"Ya' the one who was singing?" Doesn't mean he had tact though.
Nuvola raised an eyebrow and ignored what he said. "You're also skipping class herbivore. Do you want a repeat of being bitten to death? You sure seem fond of it."
Fubuki's eyes, if possible, narrowed even further. The comment rankled him and the reminder of his multiple humiliations at the hands of this girl made him angry. He gnashed his teeth and growled, trying to look intimidating and scare Nuvola, but she just looked unimpressed.
"I don't care if ya' a girl," he growled as he got into an attack position. "I'm going to kick ya' ass to kingdom come!"
Nuvola yawned. "If you can," she said, looking bored.
Fubuki took that as his cue to attack. He rushed forward, swinging his fists and attempting to bash them into Nuvola's face. However he missed entirely, only punching through air as Nuvola dodged lazily. Snarling like some sort of rabid dog, Fubuki tried again and again to land a hit on the Head Prefect, but his efforts were futile. Nuvola kept on dodging quite easily, even yawning in the middle of one. That only served to rile Fubuki up further.
"Stay… still… damnit!" he yelled in between punches.
"Why would I?" Nuvola asked rhetorically as she ducked under another punch. Seeing her chance, she swung out a leg and hit the back of Fubuki's knees, causing him to fall with a yelp. "Your fighting style is unrefined. I'm guessing you learned from the streets, but I've seen ten year olds, with more finesse than you, who've beaten grown men with firearms." She kicked the delinquent in the back, causing him to fall face first into the ground.
Fubuki attempted to get up, but was stopped when he felt the prefect's foot on his back, the heel pressing harshly against his spine. "I don't need ya' fucking critique," he spat, turning his head enough to glare up at Nuvola.
The young girl just smirked down at him. "Maybe not, but perhaps you'll agree to a deal."
"Fuck ya' and ya'-!"
"Remember I know all about you Jun Fubuki and that include things about your mother."
That shut Fubuki up, his eyes widening in surprise. In his long years of being a delinquent, he was careful not to let anyone know about his mother's condition. No, he wasn't some misunderstood guy; he enjoyed bullying other kids and picking fights and skipping class. And he didn't sit by his mother's bedside everyday for a heart-to-heart. No, he wasn't a good son either and his mother would always nag him about his tendencies and generally worry about him, which annoyed the fuck out of him.
However Fubuki still loved his mother, no matter her condition or her own vices or her constant nagging. And he'll be damned if anything were to happen to her.
"My deal is simple," Nuvola spoke, snapping Fubuki out of his thoughts. "I'll arrange for your mother to have the best medical attention there is and in exchange you're going to join the Discipline Committee, working directly under me."
Fubuki's eyes went wide in shock. Him? A delinquent? Joining the Discipline Committee? "Ya' have got to be fucking with me," he said, still quite shocked.
"Mm, sorry, you're not my type," Nuvola replied, her smirk growing wider. "However I am quite serious about my deal."
"What's in it for me?" Fubuki asked with narrowed eyes. As much as he didn't want to join a group with the word "discipline" in the name, he couldn't pass up the chance for his mother to have better medical care than she has now, which wasn't a lot.
"The chance of 'disciplining' other delinquents," Nuvola started. "An easy ticket out of class, if I say so. The chance to refine your fighting style, to grow stronger." Nuvola paused, and then leaned closer to Fubuki. "You have potential, Jun Fubuki, and I'll be damned if that potential of yours was wasted away on petty little bullying games. I can make you great and if you join my little family not only will you grow stronger but you'll also enjoy the many perks of associating with a family like mine."
Nuvola could see that the bleached-haired delinquent was thinking over her proposal, if the way his eyes kept flitting about was anything to go by. There were many reasons why this new student interested her, but she wasn't going to admit them anytime soon. Maybe when Fubuki grew stronger and passed her expectations she'll inform him of her thoughts. Maybe…
"Why don't I let you think this over?" Nuvola said a bit mockingly as she moved off of Fubuki. "I expect an answer by the end of the week. Now, get to class or I'll bite you to death."
Not really knowing what else to do, Fubuki obeyed and left the rooftop with a smug Nuvola smirking at his back.
"Pass the ball!"
"Over here! I'm open!"
"Quick, steal it!"
"Hurry, hurry!"
Cielo was bent over with his hands on his knees in the middle of the basketball court, sweat dotting his face and neck and panting heavily. He watched the other players on the far side of the court trying to get a hand on the ball and looking like they were doing a miserable job of it too. It was a little expected though, seeing as they were all only ten years old and some had yet to fully grasp their motor skills.
For Primo's sake, who the heck thought it was a good idea to have PE class in the morning, on a Thursday! I wonder if I can ask Chichiue to bite that person to death…
"Cielo! Heads up!"
The aforementioned boy straightened just in time to catch the basketball that was thrown in his direction. For a split second he had no idea what to do, but then a member from the opposite team was upon him, mouth set in a large grin.
"I've got you now," he said, hands set to grab the orange ball that Cielo held.
On reflex, Cielo's eyes went wide and watery and his lips puckered up in a pout. The other boy's steps faltered, absolutely at a lost in what to do when faced with such an innocent look. He felt as if hurting the boy in front him was like kicking a puppy, kitten, and baby at the same time and that was so not cool.
Unfortunately for the other boy, Cielo's innocent look quickly turned into a mischievous grin and he dodged around his opponent to pass the ball to his team member, who then shot the ball straight into the net. Cheers rang out after that and Cielo turned his now innocent eyes back to his opponent, who was sputtering unattractively.
"B-B-But that wasn't fair!" the other boy said, pointing a finger at Cielo.
"What wasn't fair?" Cielo asked, blinking innocently and looking like he had no idea what the other boy was talking about. Said other boy just gaped and Cielo turned towards the locker rooms where the rest of the class was now headed. He suppressed the smirk that threatened to appear on his face.
He may be the splitting image of his Touchan, but he was still a Hibari.
It was lunchtime at Namimori Middle School on a Friday and once again Nuvola was up at the rooftop, staring at the clouds as Hibirdie (child of Hibird the Second. Hibird the First sadly passed away after twenty years of service) fluttered around her head, chirping cutely.
So far the day had been peaceful. Well, not really if one were to take in account the incident earlier that morning when a group of delinquents from another school challenged her to a fight (and lost), but the rest of the morning was smooth. Nuvola didn't even have to go discipline anyone for she had her minions to take out any weaklings. Not that any delinquents were particularly challenging for her. Like her Chichiue before her, Nuvola only patrolled when she wanted to and left the rest to her Committee. Anything they couldn't handle she would.
So, anyway, there was Nuvola, relaxing on the rooftop yet scowling at the sun. It was fortunate she was laying down in the shadow of the water tower, but she still didn't like the sun all that much. It made her too hot and sweaty and made everything too bright. She liked nice, cool, cloudy days with the chance of rain. That was her favorite kind of weather, even though to others it would seem depressing.
Nuvola was snapped out of her thoughts of the sun and weather when she heard the rooftop door open and close. Wondering who had the gall to come up to the forbidden rooftop – especially when everyone knew that it was her favorite place to hang around – Nuvola sat up and looked over the edge of the rectangle of concrete that held the water tower and door. She was a little surprised to see the freshman she had allegedly saved earlier that week. And it seemed like he was looking for something…
"The rooftop is off limits to students," she said, jumping down to land right behind the freshman. Said freshman was visibly startled at her appearance, his eyes so wide Nuvola wondered if his eyeballs would pop out of his sockets.
"S-Sorry Hibari-san," he said, his cheeks flushing. "I know it's off limits, but it's the only other place I knew I'd find you."
Nuvola raised an eyebrow. "You were looking for me?" At the freshman's nod, she asked, "Why?"
The younger student fidgeted slightly. "Ah, I wanted to show you my appreciation for saving me earlier this week, so…" He held up a bento box that he had been holding behind his back and opened the lid. Inside was a colorful array of onigiri that were made to look like farm animals. There was a pink one for a pig, a yellow one for a chick, and a dark red one for a cow, just to name a few. It was adorable in hindsight, but a little sad seeing as the one who had to eat them was thirteen year old boy.
"You don't need to thank me," Nuvola said, feeling just a little off-balanced by the situation. No one had ever thanked her for her actions, aside from her family and close friends. Like her Chichiue before her, she was feared by the population, though that was partly due to her name and who her Chichiue was. The other part was due to her surujin.
Also, did the guy really wait five days for a thank you? Granted he seemed like the shy, indecisive type, but still!
The freshman shook his head. "I want to," he said simply, causing Nuvola's eyes to widen slightly.
She remembered her parents being like this; her Chichiue unable to understand any why her Touchan wanted to thank him and her Touchan replying with a simple "because I want to" as if it should be obvious. It brought quite the warm feeling in her stomach (no, she wasn't cold-hearted thank you very much) and she found it difficult to repress a smile.
"Fine, since you insist," she said, reaching to take a pig onigiri from the bento box and taking a bite. Surprisingly it wasn't half bad.
The freshman smiled happily and it made Nuvola wonder if that was how her Touchan acted at that age. "Oh, by the way Hibari-san, my name is Ritsu Otowa," he said with a slight bow.
"I know," Nuvola said which caused the freshman – Ritsu – to look up her in surprise.
"How did you know?" he asked.
"I know everyone in this school, Ritsu Otowa." Nuvola smirked and bit into her onigiri again. "I know everyone…"
That Friday afternoon, after school had ended, Cielo and Alma – along with four of their classmates named Sakura, Misaki, Hiro and Takato – were gathered in the living room of the Sawada-Hibari household. They had books, notebooks, and pencils scattered on the low table, a testament to their efforts of studying, and they were busy discussing what they were going to do for their history project.
Aside from the housekeeper – Nuriya-san – who kept the cover house built on top of the Vongola underground base spick and span, the children were there alone. The Family was no doubt in the base discussing something while Nuvola had not come home yet. Cielo was, at the very least, grateful for the reprieve from his family. He knew they could be a bit too much for ordinary people like his classmates.
"Ne Cielo-kun," said Takato, idly tapping his pencil on a page of his notebook. "Do you have any snacks around here? I'm getting hungry."
Sakura reached over to smack Takato on the back of the head. "Don't be rude!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing.
"What's so rude about asking for food?" Takato complained, rubbing the spot where Sakura hit him.
Misaki rolled her eyes. "You're such an idiot Takato," she said, exasperation evident in her tone of voice.
Before Takato could retort Hiro spoke up. "Hey now, let's not get into an argument," he said placatingly. "We're guests in this house, remember?"
Sakura, Misaki, and Takato looked properly placated by Hiro's words, which made Cielo laugh. For him it felt so nice to spend some time around normal kids. Sure he did love his family and family friends, but sometimes he needed a break from their crazy antics and the danger of being in the mafia.
"Aww, Cielo-kun, quit laughing at us!" Takato whined, but he had a glint in his eyes that showed that he was only teasing.
"I can't help it," Cielo said, still chuckling. "You're just so funny." Alma laughed his agreement. "Anyway, I'll go ask Nuriya-san for some snacks okay?"
As soon as Cielo disappeared through the doorway that led to the hallway Sakura and Misaki put their heads together and began to gossip.
"I never would have guessed Cielo-kun would be rich!" Sakura gushed, her eyes traveling over the large room they were sitting in. It wasn't lavishly decorated but the furniture and the sparse decorations that the room did have were obviously expensive. Not to mention that the house was beautiful and seemed to be of European architecture (not that the kids knew that).
"Yeah, he doesn't seem like the typical rich kid," Misaki said with a nod.
"Don't underestimate my best friend," Alma spoke up, his eyes narrowing a bit. "Just because his family's wealthy doesn't mean he isn't just an ordinary kid."
Both Sakura and Misaki nodded though they didn't really look convinced of Alma's words. After all, rich kids really were a bit different than "normal" kids, at least in their opinion. Some might not be snobby or spoiled, but there was still an air around them that separated them from non-wealthy kids.
"So, how long have you known Cielo-kun?" Hiro asked Alma, genuinely curious but also deliberately changing the subject away from Cielo's social status.
"About three years," Alma answered as he leaned his chin on his hand. "My parents are childhood friends of his Touchan's, so we're real close."
"What do his parents do?" Misaki asked.
Alma hesitated. He couldn't possibly say that Cielo's Touchan was the boss of the most powerful mafia family in the world and his Chichiue was most possibly the most fearsome man in the mafia. Alma also couldn't say that his own parents were part of the mafia and were powerful and infamous in their own right. His classmates would either be very afraid of him and Cielo or think that he was only joking.
"Eh, they own a lot of businesses all over the world," Alma said with a shrug, faking nonchalance with ease. At least he didn't lie. The Vongola family really did own a lot of businesses all over the world. Some of them just weren't legal…
Before the others could ask more questions, Cielo returned, carrying a three-tiered tray of sweets while a middle-aged woman with graying hair followed him, carrying a tray that held a pitcher of lemonade and six glasses filled with ice.
"Thank you Nuriya-san," Cielo said as he and the woman placed the trays on the table once the others made room for it.
"It's no problem at all Bocchan," Nuriya-san said with a smile and bow. She bowed to the other children as well before leaving the room. Sakura, Misaki, and Takato were staring at Cielo in near awe (it was so cool to hear one of their classmates being called Bocchan!) while Hiro and Alma just rolled their eyes at their friends' reactions.
Soon the children continued their study session, sipping from their glasses, nibbling on sweets, or chatting in between. It was not half an hour later when a door was heard opening and closing and footsteps echoed through the hallway outside. Soon someone else entered the room and the children, aside from Cielo and Alma, stiffened as the temperature seemed to drop several degrees.
"Cielo," Kyouya said as his icy eyes swept over the group of studying children. Cielo and Alma were the only two who didn't flinch in fear at the man's intimidating look.
"H-Hello Chichiue," Cielo said nervously. The reactions of his classmates didn't go unnoticed by him and he really didn't blame them. His Chichiue really was quite scary. "Are you done with work?"
Kyouya grunted noncommittally, his narrow eyes still on the four children he did not know. It was obvious to him that they were Cielo's classmates (they were wearing the Namimori Elementary School uniform after all, though two didn't wear them properly), but he did not like strangers to be in his house, despite the fact that he rarely even slept in that house. He made a note to investigate the children's families to make sure his son wasn't in any danger from them. One never knew where to find an enemy…
"Kyouya, stop blocking the doorway."
The scowling Cloud Guardian was gently pushed aside and another man, one that made the temperature go up again, stepped into the room. The other children felt quite at peace in the man's presence though they were surprised that a scary man like Kyouya seemed to have been tamed by him. Or at least Sakura, Misaki, Hiro, and Takato were surprised. Naturally Cielo and Alma were used to their dynamic relationship.
"Ah, Cielo, Alma, you're home," Tsuna said with a smile. He walked up to his son, dropped a kiss on that spiky head of hair, and reached over to ruffle Alma's hair as well. Both boys smiled at him and when Tsuna directed his bright smile to the other children he got tentative smiles back. "And it seems you brought friends too. Are you studying hard, son?"
"Yes Touchan," Cielo said, a blush staining his cheeks. Trust his Touchan to diffuse a tense situation and balance out his Chichiue's intimidating presence. It was like the sun rising after a long and cold winter night.
"Good boy," Tsuna said fondly, ruffling his son's hair. "Is your sister home by any chance?"
"No, not yet."
"Ah. Well tell her that I want to see her once she gets home, okay?"
Cielo nodded at his Touchan's request and, after a final smile, Tsuna left the children to their studying, Kyouya following him after one last narrow-eyed glance around. Once the two men were gone, Sakura, Misaki, Takato, and Hiro all slumped over, looking exhausted.
"Man Cielo-kun, that guy was scary!" Takato exclaimed. No one disagreed with him.
"Yeah, Chichiue's like that," Cielo said with a nervous laugh. "You kind of get used to though… sort of…"
Shaking off her fear, Sakura said, "So you have two father's Cielo-kun?"
Cielo nodded, looking unconcerned about their possible disgust for something that was completely normal for him. "Yeah, they've been together for a long time," he said, absently nibbling on a strawberry tart. "Touchan told me that he has known Chichiue since they were kids, though they didn't become friends until they were in middle school-," Cielo refrained from telling his classmates that his Touchan and Chichiue weren't actually friends at all back then. At least not in the conventional sense, "-and they only became lovers when they were about twenty or something."
Sakura and Misaki both sighed once he finished. "That sounds romantic," Sakura said with a dreamy smile.
Takato rolled his eyes and muttered something about girls before he asked, "So, are you adopted or something?"
Alma sniggered a little at the question while Cielo stammered a bit, not sure on how to answer such a question. The others laughed at his reaction though they were certainly curious if Cielo was adopted, even though he looked very much like his Touchan. Fortunately for Cielo, he was saved from answering the question when the front door was heard opening and closing and a voice rang out through the house.
"I'm home!"
Cielo took five seconds to curse loudly in his head before he turned to his classmates, who were looking curiously at the doorway. He opened his mouth to say something, most probably to warn them about his sister (because to him, she definitely came with a warning label) but he was too late. Nuvola casually strolled into the living room, blazer hanging from her shoulders and followed by a sour-looking blond and a nervous-looking younger boy with brown hair and hazel eyes.
"Oh, looks like little Cici and Alma brought guests," the older girl smirked at the group sitting around the low table. The other children could see how much she resembled Cielo's Chichiue, but she didn't have the same intense aura. Nevertheless, they felt that they should be wary around her at the very least.
"Welcome home Oneesan," Cielo said, hoping that she would leave soon and not embarrass him in front of his classmates. "Ah, Touchan wants to see you."
To Cielo's surprise, instead of sighing in resignation at the summons, Nuvola actually looked rather satisfied with herself. Usually she got annoyed whenever she was called by her parents (unless it was for training), but now she looked like her plans were going smoothly.
"What are you planning?" the young mafia heir blurted out, feeling more than just a little fearful for himself and his friends.
"Nothing against you, dear brother," Nuvola said with a smile. She stalked forward and grabbed a lemon bar from the snack tray. "Just a little business between father and daughter, hm?" She nibbled on her treat as she turned to walk out of the room. "Have fun with your studying, Cici."
Cielo felt some relief when he realized that his sister wasn't going to torture him in front of his friends… at least for now. He did wonder why those two other boys were with her. Knowing his sister, she had plans for them though what those plans were Cielo couldn't even guess.
"Hey, Cielo."
Said boy turned back to his friends and he was a little surprised to see looks of awe on his classmate's faces. "What?"
Both Sakura and Misaki surged toward him, their eyes sparkling. "You didn't tell us that your sister was Hibari-san!" they cried, causing Cielo to jerk back, his eyes wide.
"W-Well, you didn't ask?" he said tentatively. He refrained from telling them that it would seem just a bit obvious, seeing as his last name was Sawada-Hibari.
Both girls calmed a little and they sat back down on their cushions, eyes shining. "I remember first seeing Hibari-san," Sakura said with a dreamy sigh. "She was beating up these guys who were bullying a poor old man. Oh, she was so elegant and graceful with her fighting, like those girl martial artists in movies!"
"Yeah," Misaki said, also sighing dreamily. "My Neechan kept on saying that Hibari-san was really scary, but I saw her talking to a cute little yellow bird one day and she didn't seem scary at all." Misaki looked at Cielo. "I kinda wish she was my sister. She sounds like such a role model! Not like mine, who never does anything with me."
Cielo's eye began twitching and, beside him, Alma was bent over the table, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Even Takato and Hiro looked quite interested in his sister, if the light blushes on their faces were anything to go by.
The only thing that Cielo could think was, Those poor, ignorant souls…
A/N: Yay, chapter's done! Hope you liked it. Man, I'm making way too many OCs. At least not all the kids are going to be part of Cielo's own family. They're just there. Like background people. Fubuki and Ritsu on the other hand… well, Nuvola needs some minions, that's all. XD
Oh, I discovered an anime called Uta no Prince-sama! I know that it was released last year and that it was based on a dating game but I don't care! Six gorgeous guys singing and dancing and becoming a boy band? Count me in! I'm already addicted to the song Maji 1000% Love. I totally want to learn that dance! XD
*Bite to Death/Herbivores – Yup, I decided not to give Nuvola a unique catchphrase. One, because it'd be a little too repetitive (since my Kiyomi OC also has a catchphrase) and two, instead of making her own name in Namimori she's continuing the Hibari tradition of being a disciplinarian and biting people to death. You might even say she idolizes her father but she doesn't really. She just has a strong sense of tradition.
*Hibari-san – I can't have people say Sawada-Hibari-san! The name Hibari strikes fear into the hearts of Namimori citizens. The name Sawada-Hibari just makes them confused, LOL.
*Alma's Allergy – Yes, he is lactose intolerant… Why? I dunno I just felt like making him that way. Character quirks ftw! XD
*The Basketball Game – The scene where Cielo acted all pouty so that he could get the ball was a scene I got from Nabari no Ou (I haven't seen the anime but I have read a couple manga chapters). I loved that scene. :3
*Rectangle of concrete – I'm no architect so I have no idea what this thing is called or even if it has an actual name. :/
*Ritsu Otowa – Modeled after young Onodera Ritsu of Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi. Because he's adorable and older Ritsu is voiced by Kondo Takashi-sama. Imagine that! Hibari voicing an uke! XDDD *is bitten to death*
*Bocchan – Young master. I always think of Ciel Phantomhive when I hear that… And sexy Sebastian too. XD
Check out my 1827 Tumblr! It's clouds-and-skies on tumblr :3