-Cleaning After Their Mess-

There are a lot of things that Hibari Kyoya hates aside from herbivores and crowds. In fact, he could list all of it and fill up ten pages of legal-sized paper on both sides and still have more to write. Especially now that he has not one, but three kids in their teens all fighting for the coveted title of being his heir. If anything, their usual rumbles for supremacy was admirable but it sometimes gets out of hand. And he's the one who has to clean up after their mess. After all, a single omnivore would eventually get hurt by energetic carnivores who lose their sanity at the simplest provocation from one another.

Getting old is also in the list of dislikes. Kyoya was already in his fifties and boy do his kids start to get stronger. A long time ago their kicks, punches and bites were nothing but play to him. But now, a stray punch could break his bones and possibly leave him unrepairable forever. Although he's been kept in shape thanks to being the Cloud and having a young wife who is extremely athletic, the excessive life of being an old oyabun hasn't gotten to him. Yet.

So there he is again, parting his twins after a bloody fight. Fujio, who usually wore a smile on his face, was the one who always provoked his older brother into fighting just so he could prove that he was better. Kirio, on the other hand, was practically sneering and hissing like an angry lion at his younger twin for trying to usurp the authority given to him as the eldest child. By their fighting, the twins shared many cuts and bruises and maybe one of them had a short sword lodged into his shoulder, bleeding him out.

Kyoya looks at his more injured son, the one who had a short sword to his shoulder, "Fujio," and the boy stiffens quickly and gives him a look of fear mixed with anger. Kyoya then looks at the other, who had not only caught a severe cut to his cheek but also a great length of his hair had scattered all over the place, "Kirio," yet the boy merely avoids his eyes and looks down in shame. Now, what was supposed to happen again, the father had no idea; he wasn't one for making up.

"Fujio, your speed and agility shouldn't have let Kirio's swords to even touch you." As he began reprimanding the boys, I-pin and Orihime, their only daughter, had slid into the room with a basin of hot water and clean cloths. "Kirio, your strength and skill should have been enough to knock your brother out if you tried. Your swords weren't necessary." He thought about it momentarily, if it was really worth it trying to make these two makeup... No, it wasn't. Forcing them so only leads to more explosive and bloody fights, often pulling in civilians for hostages. Maybe his kids had been watching too much tv or plain just watched him and I-pin do usual stuff to be that aggressive. Maybe I-pin was right into pulling out of the Mafia sometime in her life. Maybe their kids could use it, too.

A sigh escaped his lips and all his three kids looked up at him with concern. All were eager to jump at him and ask what was wrong, he knew, and he wouldn't want to break the tension, lest Kirio and Fujio got away with it. All the while his heart swelled with joy just knowing how his kids are concerned for him. Being taken care of wasn't that bad.

Kyoya's stern gaze returned and Kirio was ashamed. "I'm sorry, Father. I should've been in control." And no matter how much his sister had wiped away at his gaping wound with the hot, and possibly salted, water, it never elicited any twitch from him. Kyoya expected as much.

I-pin's sweet laughter unwinds their eldest, "Control is an illusion, sweetie," as she looked at the wound Fujio received. The short sword went through and removing it would cause more blood loss. I-pin bit her lip. Control wasn't really in her grasp when she could see her boy already paling at the loss of blood. Ushering him up onto his feet, I-pin lets Kyoya help them both. Now that I-pin was able to look at her husband, he wasn't spared of the carnage either, having so many cuts on his arms. It must have been from trying to restrain the volatile Fujio.

"Kyo-san?" I-pin called as Kyoya heaved Fujio towards Kusakabe, who in turn hauls the kid towards their personal medics. There was peace in Namimori and they have a family but never did I-pin think that it was more painful to see her children fight each other to the death. Her man turns to look at her, eyes passive yet his lips were pulled into a taut line. It seems the scolding is still not over.

Kyoya calls his eldest child again, who was calm throughout the ordeal. "Were you this calm when you fought Fujio? I'm glad to know that you wanted your brother to regard you as somebody who's out of his league but trying to cut him into a million pieces won't get to his thick head."

"And let him kill me?" Kirio certainly wasn't happy. "I tried not to. But he asked for it."

"You know your brother's hate for being two minutes late."

"That rhymes," and his son casually pointed out the unintended. Sometimes, Kyoya couldn't decide which of the twins had weirder tendencies.

"Don't kill you brother. He has a use, even for you. Now get yourself patched up." With that, the patriarch was about to leave the bloody room but was stopped by a firm hold on his elbow. Her soft hands were unmistakable, "What is it, I-pin?"

"You," and I-pin pulled him to face her, his tired eyes searching for something in hers, her hands trailing up to his neck, and he snaked his arms around her waist, "Did a great job at handling the kids." With a kiss they disgusted their other children. Then she jabs a finger against his chest, "And YOU need to get patched up!"

His taut lips suddenly grew into a serpentine smirk, lustful thoughts obvious in his face, "I could certainly use that."

"Ugh! Don't show it to us! You herbivores!" Their youngest had a very deep scowl and the couple only laughed, well, mostly I-pin. Soon, they part except for their hands and Kyoya leads her out. But before they could leave the two disgruntled kids, I-pin waves at them goodbye, "We'll have to fix your hair later, okay? Don't go out. Somebody might make fun of you."

"Right," Kirio nods. His prized mane was shaved right of the fringes and now his ear is showing; his look that mirrored his father's when he was young was turned into an unsightly mop. He sighed "A year, maybe…" as he checked how short the cut side was; it could pass as a school-required cut.

Kirio was about to leave when his sister pulled at his sleeve, "Clean this up," Orihime gestures at the bloody stains that is almost everywhere. Kirio simply snorts at her.

"Tatyana!" The eldest did not even raise his voice to that of a holler but a young girl almost the age of his sister comes up to him in a flash, "That was quick. Please clean this for me," and leaves after petting both the girls.

"Ugh, what a douche prince!" Orihime sticks out her tongue and helps the servant girl clean up. "Dad should clean up their mess!"

Like he was waiting to hear those exact words, Kirio returned with only his head peeking through the gap of the shoji, "If it's you, he'd do it. Ask nicely. And ladylike."

The two girls didn't know if he was joking or not, what with that overly flat tone and straight face.

-Skylark Family-

After all these years, Kyoya is still learning a lot of things by being around the kids and I-pin would usually tell him "It's nice that we're learning more from them than they are on us." And all of the effort he puts into it usually gets rewarded by some hot night.

Thanks for reading this far. Yeah, maybe I should do a more daddy-things chapter where Kyoya is with babies. That would be fun. Just imagine the horror on his face.

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