Author Rambling: Can anybody tell me where HaruxHibari came from? I'm just depressed, but I love HibarixIpin nonetheless. And I'm having a serious attack of "Hibari complex" I don't have anything more to say, only that others are making my favorite characters gay. Poor Hibari and Firion… But what if they're really gay?... My God…
I do not own "Katekyo Hitman Reborn!" No way in history!
We Live Our Lives on Different Sides
~Emotion, Not Fatigue, Opens the Path to Her~
Obstinate was he and that was why he was strong. Even if he knew that he would lose by fighting, he would still fight because at the end of the loss he still learned something. Even in his dreams he fought but he knew one thing, he was the victor after.
Hibari continued to work until all that was the tower of paper beside him was restacked neatly on the opposite side.
Many times had Kusakabe checked up on him and each time the man came in, the look of disbelief was plastered on his face. The vice president swore that if he saw his superior working for the last time that he came inside the office, he'd call for exorcists to fend off the malicious spirit possessing the poor lad. Yet when he came in, no one was there, only a clean table where the paperwork stood finished…
It was the time for Hibari's usual afternoon catnaps, but he wasn't sleepy to his disappointment. He wanted to prove the girl how much of a victor he was and so that he can destroy the image of the Mist Guardian and put him out of his dreams permanently. His bed didn't cooperate though, proving quite uncomfortable at the meantime, and no matter how he shifted under the sheets he couldn't get the tug of sleepiness which, he thought, would bring to reality his imminent win against his subconscious mind…
Days and nights had passed by, and however tiring they were, he never had lucid dreams of sheer insanity, neither did he remember anything from his period of slumber. No dreams, no nothing! And those days turned into weeks and he had realized that his sleep that lacked dreams somehow soaked up a fraction of his energy that led to shortened endurance. For example, every time he lied down, slept, then awoke, his rest felt as if it only took mere fifteen minutes when in reality it took seven or eight hours!
Not only that, but his work needed energy and the troubles thrown in with the package made his exhaustion worse. He was in a very tiresome predicament yet he just couldn't ignore the silent whispers of curiosity in his head.
And so, Hibari deliberately took a stroll outside of the base, in the streets of Namimori, hoping to get away from everything even for a while. ("I'm not running away", he said, "just taking a break. Besides, fleeing ain't my thing." XD)
Calm was the day, and blotched were the skies with a few clouds, brightening his mood.
Clip, clop, was the sound that his soles made with the concrete street on which he treaded, following its trail which meandered through the town. Chirp, chirp was the sound of the birds as they perched on the trees that populated the area and a certain yellow, fuzzy one landed on the prefect's head and nestled itself with ebony hair.
"Hibari!" it chirped twice then fell silent, it knew well how to behave around its master. Furthermore, people wouldn't mistake Hibird as a crowding factor and that it was incapable of completely distracting the anti-hero and the anti-hero was glad.
On his way, he saw familiar faces and had remembered that he had classes that day, as if he cared at all. But, a few minutes later he found himself in the school grounds, alone, staring at the large buildings, and he noted that the herbivores were more active, energetic was an understatement, than before.
Something was different in the atmosphere as he sat down at the back of the room right before his supposed-third class started, and a rowdy group of females caused a very tight scowl to appear on his face. What was going on?
Time passed fairly slowly, probably because Hibari's presence made the professor stutter and panic. The bird atop the lad's head didn't contribute positively…
Anyway, there was nothing else to do in school after class, so the prefect decided to saunter out of the classroom so that he could go home (if he had a home, that is). Reaching the door, the bird launched off from his hair, its chirping faded slowly as it flew farther and farther from him.
What's more, the people in the halls gave way to him, like he was a king, and passed by with their own gossips and murmurs to which he wouldn't give a damn. Hibari went on and crossed paths with some of the guardians once in a while, namely the Storm and the Rain who were apparently surrounded by many female herbivores.
Gokudera ignored him for which Hibari was thankful.
Yamamoto, on the other hand, waved at him and he simply gave a glance and a nod of his head, all without stopping in his tracks, while the former grinned happily at the proper yet half-hearted reaction of the Cloud Guardian. "At least he was trying," Yamamoto would reason.
Finally, he was back to the quiet sidewalks of Namimori which he enjoyed the most. Clip, clop was the sound of his soles that danced with the road yet there was another set of feet that joined in the cadence; tap, tap, was its sound.
The prefect turned, the fabric of his jacket swayed along with his motion, and that was when he saw a young girl in a red Chinese dress. "Hibari-san," she called to him with a voice as soft as the chirping of birds and her hands clutched something similar to those that the herbivores had before. She stopped before him with eyes full of determination.
Sweat ran down her cheeks and her chest rose up and down in a fast rhythm, his observation made him realize that he had forgotten an important thing, which the girl reminded him quickly.
"Today is the fourteenth…" Hibari muttered, his glare did not falter even as he crouched to her level, wiping away a drop of sweat that sat on her slightly red cheek; red from shyness or tiredness, he didn't know.
The box that she held, she finally handed it to him and he took it gratefully. "Really, what a nuisance you are," Hibari said as his frown tightened more causing the little girl to flinch and to wring her own hands tightly. Running around town just to find me… He used that time to place the chocolates inside his jacket's inner pocket and spared the girl, who had a pitiful expression, a glance, and the expression she had was quite enjoyable (damn, what a sadist). But kissing the girl on her cheek resulted to a much better colored-face.
"That was a joke," Warm breath feathered across her face as he retracted from their proximity yet his face betrayed whatever he tried to imply. He smirked as the look of horror, terror and surprise crossed the little girl's face that which turned red like a tomato. And his smirk turned to a small and sincere smile; she always had a knack at making him soft, though he swore that nobody should have seen that and he would kill otherwise.
I-pin couldn't take it anymore; she had to run away or else she will explode near him and she wouldn't want that to happen. No, no! She brushed against him as she wanted to flee from his eyes and he would just look over his shoulder to see her disappear on the next corner. He would walk away after that and he would hear a loud boom from the distance and then feel the ground shake. "Hm."
The two of them had been unknowingly celebrating Valentines Day in a similar manner every year for four years and I-pin would always run away from him, her braids playing with the wind, though the kiss was a whole different event. Hibari would always enjoy the dark chocolate she gave him…
Tatami were under his socks, sliding doors were behind him, and the scent of incense emanated from the walls from both his sides, those were what his Namimori's shrine had. No matter how he pushed the thought aside, the said structure gave him the comfortable vibes of a real home. Yes, a real home…
Scents didn't often wake him from his sleep but abrupt changes did, and the sudden disappearance of the smoky scent of incense stirred him, being replaced by pines. The absence of the hard floor boards and her voice made his eyes to shoot open.
"Hello," the girl, who he hastily recalled to be I-pin, welcomed him with a feathery kiss on his brow. "It's been a while, hasn't it Hibari?"
Pine trees towered around the opening where he lay, with a shimmering lake on the treeless edge of the earth. Lolling to his side to feel I-pin's thigh soft against his cheek, the natural majesty seemed to overwhelm his instincts, "Where is this?" a question he posed as he continued to rest his weary head on the girl's lap.
I-pin kept silent for a few seconds as she put her gaze in the direction the young lad was staring off to. "This is the sanctuary that you asked me," and she merely got a glare from the corner of his eyes, which was interrupted by some form of fog that appeared not too far from them. From it emerged the image of another boy around Hibari's age, his boyish chortle was undeniable his and his alone. "Hi I-pin!" Yamamoto waved at the girl who was then currently freed from the Cloud's weight, as the latter rose from his position to his feet.
She followed suit and the Rain rather claimed her in his arms. Nevertheless, Yamamoto's hands that cupped her face caught Hibari's attention, and the former's words interested him to no end, "Where have you been? I was worried that you left me permanently…" the younger lad trailed off as the happiness in his features softened.
Their relative peace was broken by a shriek that came from the bushes, and it prompted Yamamoto to pose as a shield for I-pin while Hibari didn't really care for he knew who owned such a voice and such a girly scream, there was no other but Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Tsuna huffed and puffed as he reached the opening, and it appeared that he was being chased by something by the way he looked over his shoulder, frightened in fact. Pleadingly, his honey orbs searched for the concern of his friends and found lots of it and he started babbling incoherently.
"Shut up, Tsunayoshi," The cold prefect ordered and the boy quickly obeyed, terrified by the dark aura that his senior was releasing.
It was a good thing that the Rain Guardian was there and it was all the assurance Tsuna needed. "Let's not get into fights," Yamamoto said as he encouraged his boss to tell him what happened yet the Vongole dared not to speak. "We're not gonna get anywhere like this…" a light-hearted chuckle escaped his lips and it was infectious enough for I-pin to join in.
To Hibari Kyoya's dismay, another loud scream was heard from the same bushes, "Tenth!" Gokudera's voice boomed through the air, scaring the birds, and one such creature flew past the serious Cloud Guardian, ruffling his hair but not his demeanor. As the other boy got closer, Hibari's lips curled down more.
The Storm Guardian finally reached them, and inspected Tsuna at the very instant he did so. "Good, you're not hurt."
"What happened by the way?" I-pin quickly interjected Gokudera's supposed ranting. Instead of getting an answer, a Storm brewed because of Yamamoto being there with Tsuna, and Gokudera started to throw insults randomly.
It made Hibari wince inwardly and he was quick on devising a plan to escape such humiliation of being with a herd of herbivores, stupid herbivores. A few steps led him easily to the edge of the lake; his reflection was clear on its undisturbed surface and he met eye to eye with his copy. Another step forward and he was to fall into the body of water, only to be pulled by the collar and back to the grassy clearing on his back.
His plan failed thanks to Mukuro. "As if I'm going to let you leave this place," the illusionist stated as a matter of fact. Then he eyed the others, "And what is this about?" he spoke tersely, starting a monologue. "Why is the jealous one here? You thought that the baseball nut was going to steal your boss from you, huh?"
The person in question was supposed to retaliate with his own words but the Mist Guardian quickly shifted to another person, "And you," he pointed at Tsuna, "I thought I told you to go die so that the Vongole family will be mine." A smile was exchanged for the trembling of the brown-haired boy, the pleasure mainly on Mukuro's side.
He then turned to the final person whom he was going to insult, "So that's why Gokudera was here…" but the insult never came. Swiveling in Hibari's general direction, who did not try to move after seeing that it was futile, Mukuro started to ramble once again with his peculiar laugh as a start.
"My, my, this is very interesting." He said as he walked around a dizzy prefect for he brought up an illusion of a Sakura Spring another time. "What happened to you? Suddenly being so… emotional,"
The debilitated one looked at the others who only stared back at him, as if mocking him. "What are you getting at?" he hissed as pain grew stronger in his head.
"Surely you know what I speak of," the illusionist grabbed Hibari by the hair, pulling his head for his eyes to gaze at the facade of the only female that was with them. "Her," abusive gifts in the form of attacks were given to him unrelentingly, until Rokudo paused to heave a sigh of victory, giving a person in the audience her cue, "Are you done?" Her soft voice pissed the Mist Guardian and was about to bring another attack against the Cloud. "You cannot break him and you know that," but he went on only to be seized by the Rain.
As I-pin came closer, Hibari started to try and grab her, his body failed him miserably but his spirit was still alive. "I'm here," she caught him and wrapped her arms around the limp young man. The other two mysteriously disappeared and Mukuro followed them after he saw a very appalling scene roll in front of him.
Hibari groaned, his sore body taking its toll on him. "Are you still here to laugh at me, Rain Guardian?" he asked as he kept a tight grip on I-pin's clothes, yet the other boy just smiled and thanked him. Though his face had swollen, the prefect was able to make a stunned look.
"It's because of you that I'm here," Yamamoto's smile grew into a big grin. "I'll look forward to next time," and he disappeared just like the others had done so.
Seeing that there was no one else to engage a conversation with, Hibari let go of I-pin to sit by his own strength and faced her. "You sure put a lot of faith in me," he closed his eyes and let a groan escape his lips, pain evident by the furrowing of his brows. It happened yet again…
"I-is there something that I can do to make you feel better?" she asked then flung her hand over mouth, "I will stay quiet."
"Hm." Steely eyes revealed themselves as he looked at her, almost completely still and quiet. "You're that girl," and she returned his gaze with hers that was questioning, "You're that Chinese girl who explodes."
She laughed; yes she did, too bad that he couldn't move. "No," she smiled and was slowly disappearing and before she did, she placed a hand over his swollen eye ever so slightly, "We are two different entities," the last of her existence flowed with the wind and her final words rang through his ears, "I wish we were…"
"Why?" a question that was left to hang in the air, with the last remains of the current that ran through both of their bodies.
This is really half-assed, and I think the last part of the chapter sucked. I don't know if Rokudo Mukuro was talkative but I remembered in the anime that he was monologing (?) when he first used the sakura against Hibari. Oh well, please report OOC characters in your reviews, don't forget the criticisms!
"Those who are weak rely on their dreams to get by their own lives."