Author Ramblings: Bonjour! This is K here, and I hope you like this fic that came to me very randomly. Thanks to 'Stigmatized' by The Calling. XD

This is a speculative fiction, that is, I'll try to construct Hibari's other 'sides' by using what traits were given by Akira Amano. Hate me if you don't like what arose from my construction, I'm open to flaming. And to AI, there's a note for you in the end of this chap.

WARNING: The author's excessive use of imagination will mind-rape you. XD I-pin has no specific age here; just don't imagine a version of her that is younger than fifteen. I think it's slight AU, I think… :D and it's rated M… but for now it's not.

We Live Our Lives on Different Sides

~ Surreal or Not? ~

Hibari Kyoya does not like crowds, and many had tried to think of reasons as to why. But if he was asked would he tell us the truth? Of course we'd get bitten to death first then never find out. Yet there are so many sides of Hibari Kyoya that we do not know, and we really would like to see what kind of personality he has given a chance for him to be truly him…

A nineteen-year old, raven-haired lad made his way through town, and people dispersed every time he was to pass their way. Such authority did the boy exude that the townsfolk did not dare cross his path; they were afraid that they will be beaten to death if they did and they treasured their lives too much to die in his hands.

Nevertheless, he continued to walk with his eyes on the ground, not thinking of looking into their eyes, though sometimes he did and gazing into their orbs, he saw a lot of emotions—fear, sadness, joy and a lot more he could not fathom as to why they cling to such sentiments.

He went on, until he arrived at his own home, nobody else was there, and he lived a solitary life. Maybe he had parents but he didn't want to be with them, they were absurd or they simply didn't care. So he unlocked the door and went in, thinking of just lying in bed and do nothing for the rest of the day, and locked the door before he forgot.

He felt weakness overcome him; he snarled at its effects, his limbs were getting weaker and his eyesight was blurring, and he felt that he touched the floor. His vision went back after a few moments, and he was glad that it did.

He decided that he just needed to rest, so he turned to his room yet a visage of another person on his bed made him whip out his destructive tonfa.

He approached cautiously, closed in and saw that the figure was a girl. He poked her with the other end of the said weapon yet she did not respond. He looked around, for he was sure that there was no other way to get inside his apartment but through the front door. He had nothing that would be important so he decided that there is nothing more than the mad prank.

Lowering his guard, he collapsed his tonfa and put it back on his belt. At that time, he looked at the girl that lay on his bed; her face held quite beautiful features and it was pleasing to his eyes. He reached out a hand to shake the girl and wake her up to get her out of his apartment. His hand touched her skin, it was soft and it was as smooth as fine Chinese porcelain and upon touching it, he felt a rather weird static electricity that felt good to the senses.

He pulled back his hand abruptly, 'What the heck was that?' Needles seemed to prick his palm in every direction.

The girl finally awoke but he did not remember shaking her, he just touched her. She stood up, braids of hair flowed on her back. He laid his eyes on hers, and found brown ones staring directly at him and it was quite unnerving because she seemed to be dissecting him just by looking. His patience ran out, and grabbed the girl's neck with a vice-like grip, then began interrogating her,

"How did you get in here?" he said as his hold got tighter.

"I don't know…" she spoke yet he asked again only to get a similar response. If you think of it, how the damn heck did she get there and she did not know? She must be lying. Or maybe she was telling the truth. He let go, and she choked on air that was flooding her lungs. After her breathing normalized, he grabbed her arm and pulled her out of his apartment and left her out in the cold…

He woke up, and found that he had dozed off. His hunger awoke him from his slumber and he went directly to the fridge to scavenge any leftovers but there was none, he scowled. He trudged through his apartment and to the door, opened it and went outside and almost jumped out of his skin when he saw the girl still there by his doorstep.

He recomposed himself as the girl turned to look at him, her lips had turned quite blue and she was shivering. What amazed him is that the female did not even have a look of pleading in her, but he knew that the girl needed warmth. He sighed, and signaled the girl to stand up as he opened the door. The girl noticed his order and obeyed and dusted herself, then followed him into his house.

He found her a jacket and a muffler. Handing it to her, he was shocked that she held his hand instead of taking the articles of clothing. There it was again, the familiar static electricity that he felt a while ago. It took him a few moments to realize what she was doing, and prompted to slap her hand away.

"Don't crowd me," he growled at the young girl who simply looked at him. It pissed him off, naturally other people would have been afraid but this girl had no emotion in her. It felt as if he was being reflected and it terrorized him. Weird as it was, he tried to find out what was wrong with his unwanted guest.

"Can you talk?" he began.

"Yes, I can." The girl answered back.

"Good." He reassured. "You said you don't remember how you got in here, is there something else you can remember?" He said while picking up the jacket and the muffler then giving it to her. He anticipated that if he gave it to her the way he did before she will do what she did again, so he bothered himself by putting the jacket on her shoulders and wrapping the muffler around her neck

"I can't remember anything," she said sadly, and he felt sympathizing but he's not a herbivore to do that. So he sat across her from the table and continued,

"Even your name?" then he gazed into her eyes, and the girl made him feel really unusual. After he gets the information he wants, he was going to kill her for sure.

There was a long silence before she could answer, "My name's I-pin." The expression in her eyes changed into that of delight then she asked quickly, "What is yours?"

"None of your business," he asked dismissing their conversation, then told her that she can keep the jacket as he took her out of his apartment and he needed to nourish his stomach with food. "Go." He ordered as he locked the door behind him, they now stand outside where chilly winds graced their skin.

"What is your name?" she asked again.

He was growing tired of the girl so he walked past her, yet he heard her footsteps following him. He turned with a fist to hit her and to teach her a lesson of not bothering him, but she blocked it immediately. He smirked, the girl just keeps on surprising him, so he tried another hit then another until the both of them were sparring. 'I'll forget about killing you.' He thought as he enjoyed the exchange of blows.

The fact that I-pin was strong was something he could reconsider but every time they touched, the familiar current was there. It's not that it was electrocuting and it gave him a different kind of sensation but he just keeps on dismissing it.

Anyway, he stopped on attacking as he was growing hungrier by the moment. He turned to continue on his way to the nearest convenience store. She followed him as expected, and it made him smirk for she was like a small animal that followed its master wherever the latter went. A reward for a good pet would be nice.

"Hibari Kyoya," he said and he heard her reply with a confused sound, so he repeated "That's my name, Hibari Kyoya."

"Hibari-san is a very nice name." she said while wrapping a hand on the hem of the jacket he wore. People saw the act, as they were walking in town, and the others felt sorry for the girl who trailed the boy named Hibari, because she was going to be bitten to death for crowding him. He looked over his shoulder and gave the girl a deadly glare, and by that she learned that any contact other than physical hits was forbidden.

Hibari returned to his apartment with food at hand, and he has gotten tired of the girl that followed him like a tail. He went inside but then didn't feel her follow so he turned to see the girl having doubts of entering his apartment. "What's wrong?" He asked; it was ironic, he wanted the girl to enter but he also wanted her to disappear from his sight. It was really strange.

"I can't enter Hibari-san's house. He does not like it when I am inside."

He heard her speak with a very small voice, with her hands playing with a muffler's end. He sneered as the girl had learned two of the things that make him tick. Really, what else can she learn after a day of being with him?

He gestured for her to come inside and found the girl was very reluctant to follow. It was pissing him off and even though his face always sported a scowl, the girl saw a minute difference, and noticed that he was getting irritated. She quickly stepped inside then closed the door with a look on her face that said 'Please don't be angry at me! I won't do it again!'

That's another thing to memorize. Really, the girl made him interested in many different ways. He had never been excited about something that was not related to fighting and/or strength. What other things can he learn just by being with her for a day?

They ate; sometimes had small talk and he saw that she understood things very fast. He thought of having her as a subordinate, and noted that it would be fun since she was willing to follow his every command and be there at his beck and call. Aside from that, a personal toy wouldn't be so bad. He is a man after all, and new stimuli are well appreciated as long as they are not related to emotions…

Nightfall came, the most likely time in the day that he would sleep comfortably, and the girl still stayed with him. He had told her to go countless times, though not verbally, but the girl insisted that she didn't know where to go if she did leave. It was fine for him too, she wasn't the type who crowds (she learned that it was forbidden earlier in the day) and that she was quiet as well, busied herself by playing with the small canary that he kept as a pet.

His yawn made her look at his direction. Watching him closely as he made his way to bed, she followed up to the door and peeked at what he was doing. Hibari was taking off his jacket and his shirt that time, baring the scars that he acquired from relentless brawls. Then he felt a hand touch his back and the current returned; it seemed to connect the both of them. He didn't move nor order her to go away for the contact paralyzed him.

"Do you enjoy getting hurt?" I-pin asked whilst feeling each scar that adorned his back, for it looked like it was some kind of painting on a canvas. He did not answer her question, so she spoke further, "You can't explain it? Then, do you enjoy hurting others?"

He snapped around and caught her wrist then prepared to crush it, his grip was slowly tightening. "Let me enjoy breaking you apart." Yes, he was able to gather enough strength to move, but it was difficult to keep it at that. He gazed at her totality, petite and she looked fragile, but all the same it was lovely. Yet he won't simply forgive her trespassing.

She was going too far; just because he let her touch him, she can pry him open. However she smiled and he saw his eyes reflected in hers, along with the emotions it contained. "Why? Why do you hide behind that shell?" Innocent was she but he knew every person must hide something inside of them. She's not an exception.

He pulled her closer and he, being sexually repressed, pressed his body against hers then whispered near her ear, "Do you want to know? I'll give you a clue."

She whimpered as he bit her neck's base, prompting her to resist. She tried her best to get away but his arms that were locked around her body made escape impossible.

"Are you afraid?" he asked yet her struggle died down. "Hn"

Her hand was placed on his chest directly over his heart, accidentally. Then she asked, "Is this… a real heart?" She was fascinated and put both of her hands together trying to feel its beat, she has forgotten what Hibari was about to do to her.

It was a very trivial thing, and it frustrated him as to why her actions were like that. He knew that even though he didn't have feelings, he still needed a heart to live. Doesn't she have that organ?

Unsatisfied as she was, she placed an ear over his chest then closed her eyes to listen to its rhythm. There it was again, that familiar sensation that he has been feeling every time he came into contact with her. His mind reeled at its strengthened attack, all of his senses were dying out and he was getting weaker. But he did not let go, it was too pleasurable to detach his self.

"No more…" he hissed while looking at the ceiling. He felt her hands hold his face and he wanted to swat her off but he can't take his arms away from her body. "What are you, a witch?" he accused.

She pulled his face down to meet him eye to eye, "I am I-pin." Her fascination now fell to his lips, so she moved closer and to his surprise, he leaned forward as well until their lips caught each other for a real kiss. Then and there he felt the urge to ravage her lips and her whole body. Whatever the heck was going on, he was having heavenly bliss that he had never felt before in his entire life…

He woke up rather violently and found himself on the floor. He looked around and found that he was in his apartment, near the front door. Standing up, he dashed towards his living room, and found no one. Next, he busted into his room, still no one was there. He was dumbstruck for a moment.

He felt his hunger and his stomach grumbled; déjà vu brought him back to Earth. He pushed himself to look outside, opened the door to peek at his doorstep but the girl wasn't there. Was it all just a dream?

"Just a dream," he said, fairly disappointed for he can't remember her name when he can almost see his dream crystal-clear.

End.

Random Ending Thoughts: Hm, I think I like how I wrote this one, for me it's professionally done. Correct me if I'm wrong though. D:

This will be a mini-series under the Random Thoughts for now, and I really like it! I've been thinking of this for a while now. Those who want this as an independent and separate story, just tell me.

Hibari awakes from a vivid and lucid dream, and is disoriented for a bit. Just like him, have you ever woken up in your sleep but you were still inside your dream? Then you wake up for the second time and relieved to find that you're back in the reality of the world? It's a strange phenomenon, and scary too!

Please leave a review for me to read.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Katekyo Hitman Reborn!"

*A note for AI (the anonymous reviewer): About the last chapter, I-pin told Hibari that she hated him because he left for Italy and didn't even say if he's coming back or what. Hibari replied that it was better that way (that I-pin hated him) since he knows that the Chinese loves him after all he has done to her. But as Bianchi said, love is the strongest force in this world, so she'd rather love him more than the way she hates him. It's just an argument that follows from Machiavelli's statement "It's better to be hated than to be loved if not both." It is of the form "If you're both loved and hated, then you'd rather be loved than to be hated." I'm not making anything clear, am I?

Aside from that, I also wanted it to imply that she's telling Hibari to try and feel something, and have emotions to become human.

A paradox:

~ If God can do anything, can he create a boulder so heavy he can't lift it? ~