Hibari barely got any sleep that night, seeing as Mukuro fell asleep almost instantly next to him. He was never really comfortable with people invading his personal bubble and yet here was his worst enemy right beside him, arms wrapped around his waist as if he were a pillow. With a yawn, he pushed the other's face away from him and tried to get up. "Move, herbivore."
Mukuro yawned as well and sat up. "Good morning, Kyouya," he said with a smile. "Good thing it's a weekend, huh." He pointed at the digital clock on Hibari's nightstand, which read 10:46am. "We would have been incredibly late by now."
The prefect chose to ignore him and made his way to his dresser. He picked out a few clothes and pulled his towel off the chair where it hung. "I'm taking a bath," he said sternly. "By the time I get back, I expect this room to be clean."
"So demanding," Mukuro pouted but nonetheless stood up to fix the bed. "A please would have been nice, Kyouya," he said over his shoulder as he folded the blanket. "Should I expect a thank you from you when you come back or are you going to try to kill me with your toothbrush next?" he asked sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.
Hibari threw a random book at Mukuro's head. He was satisfied when it collided. "Stop whining," he deadpanned and finally left for the bathroom.
He should probably be a little nicer to Mukuro, he thought. Since apparently, in this universe, they were best friends and Mukuro hasn't actually done anything to him (aside from being incredibly unintentionally infuriating). He glanced at the pictures hanging on the wall as he made his way to the bathroom and was slightly surprised to see that some of them were of him and Mukuro. There was even one picture with Mukuro, Chrome and him and he was smiling. He promptly turned the picture around and entered the bathroom for his bath.
Finally putting away the last few books, Mukuro sighed. Kyouya had always been quiet and blunt and sometimes a little bit insensitive but the other Kyouya was downright mean. "Attempted murder!" he whispered to himself harshly, throwing his hands up in the air in agitation. "Twice!"
He sighed. Even if the other Kyouya was a jerk, he was still, in a sense, Kyouya. Being his best friend and all, he felt obliged to help him even if it meant several attempts on his life. He was nice like that. What was the worst he could do anyway, right? He wouldn't actually attempt his life…. Would he? It was a disturbing thought to entertain and he decided to drop it before he imagined himself bathed in his own blood and Hibari grinning down at him like a mad man.
Oops, too late.
That was a horrible mental image. He grimaced.
Mukuro sat on the bed and picked up a picture frame that, thankfully, wasn't destroyed by Hibari. He stared at it, smiling at the memories it elicited. It was of him and Kyouya, skeptical looks on their faces. It was a candid shot that was taken during one of the first few days of their high school lives. A lopsided smirk grew on his face and he nodded; he was definitely going to help get his best friend back, no matter what the cost.
"I'm surprised you did well," a monotonous voice called, catching the hetochromatic eyed boy's attention. "The room I mean," Hibari added at the confused look that enveloped Mukuro's face, looking around the room as he dried his hair with his towel with one had as the other worked to zip up his pants. He thought it was kind of funny seeing that caught off guard look on Mukuro's face and he decided to keep count of how many times this Mukuro would make it.
"Is that a thank you?" Mukuro sing-songed, placing the picture back down and stood up. He placed his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrows at Hibari. "Have you thought about what we're going to do now?" he asked, sauntering towards the other boy before snatching the towel away from his grasp. "I mean, its not like there are a lot people out there who know about alternate universes and the likes. Actually, I do believe society considers the those types of people as as nut jobs."
Hibari glared at Mukuro for stealing his towel and sat down on his bed. "I know of someone," he said and frowned, sitting on the chair of his study desk and cracked his knuckles "but it will be tedious to look for him." In all honesty, he'd rather not talk to the man he had in mind but if he wanted to get back home, he's going to have to deal with him. How bad could it possibly be, he wondered to himself.
Mukuro had his hand on the doorknob, a change of clothes in his possession. "Well, its better than nothing, right?" he replied with a shrug. "So I'm supposing that we're leaving as soon as possible to look for this person, yes?"
The prefect's brow furrowed in confusion. "We?" he asked, incredulously with a frown. "I don't need your help," he huffed as he looked for a pair of socks. "As soon as you're done with your bath, I expect you to leave my house," he said and pointed a scolding finger at the other. "As soon as possible," he added as an after thought. He didn't need someone tagging along with him and making side comments about how silly he's being or whatever it was Mukuro liked to talk about. He could live without that, thank you very much.
"Kufufufu, you're funny, Kyouya," Mukuro replied, sticking his tongue out playfully at the other.
He barely dodged the pencil case that was aimed at his head. He scowled at Hibari. "It's not like I'm coming with you because I want to help you," he retaliated. "I'm doing it to help this world's Kyouya. Don't be so conceited," he finished, an irked tone lacing his words, and finally left the room.
It was then that Hibari decided that he'd like to keep count of all the different emotions this Mukuro would show him, because it was rare to see so many different expressions on his face when the man he knew usually wore an ignorant smirk of indifference or amusement. The expressions will be kept locked away in his head to amuse himself when he was feeling particularly displeased with one thing or another.
Though that thought brought a small grin to him, Hibari decided that Mukuro was probably in some way incredibly annoying in every universe that existed; it was a multi-universal constant, he was sure. He put on his shirt, pulled his socks on and left his room for the kitchen.
The aroma of freshly cooked rice with dried fish and miso soup wafted through his nose and he sat down at the table. His usually empty kitchen (more appropriately, his kitchen from his universe was usually empty) was now decorated with pretty and fragile china pieces that looked like they came from different parts of the world. They probably were. His eyes wandered to the figure cooking at the stove and he heard a tune that his mother used to sing to him all the time.
In a way, it was nostalgic. It was as if the life from his childhood days was handed back to him on a silver platter (minus Mukuro being his best friend, of course. The idea was still intangible to him). The seemingly normal atmosphere was nice because it had an air of contentedness but it was also disturbing. He wasn't used to the normalcy of the regular life anymore; he has long since forgotten what it is to be a part of the norm.
"Good morning, Kyou-chan," his mother greeted him warmly, giving him a kiss on the forehead as she placed down a steaming bowl of miso soup in front of him, next to the rest of his breakfast that had already been laid out before him. "Did you sleep well?" she asked, occupying the seat across him and pulling a cup of coffee to her lips that was presumably laid out previously for herself.
He gave a silent thank you before picking up the pair of chopsticks in front of him and nodded his head slowly. "Somewhat," he replied and began eating his meal. Though it was uncomfortable having a body cuddled up against him, he had to admit to himself that the warmth that it provided was highly welcomed. He'd never claim that out loud though.
Mukuro walked in with a towel draped around his shoulders, looking almost ready to head out. "Good morning, mama," he greeted Hibari's mother with a smile before taking his seat beside Hibari prefect. "It smells lovely in here!" he complimented. He turned his attention to the boy beside him and patted his head lightly in an almost fond manner.
Hibari nearly choked on his food at the other boy's greeting and was quick to grab a glass of water to clear his throat; as if things couldn't get any more awkward than it already was. His worst enemy was now calling his mother 'mama' so freely. It was extremely unnerving but he decided to keep his disturbed thoughts to himself, if only for the sake of his mother's sanity. No point in dragging her into the messed up world that is the life of Hibari Kyouya.
"Is something wrong, Kyouya?" his mother asked, filling his glass with water once more. She reached across the table to brush his bangs away from his eyes and gently cupped his face in her hand briefly before pulling back to look at her son with concern.
He cleared his throat and continued to eat. "Wrong pipe," he murmured in reply. He glared pointedly at Mukuro's innocent and questioning look and repressed the urge to stab him with his chopsticks. The though was very tempting.
Mukuro tilted his head to the side but directed his attention to Hibari's mother as she stood up and placed a meal in front of him. He thanked her and began to eat as well. "So, Kyouya," he started, poking at his food a bit, "what are our plans for today?"
The prefect's lips were set to a tight line. He didn't know how to address the question in his mother's presence and stuck with glaring daggers at the other boy. If he could, though, he would have punched Mukuro's face and tell him to leave him alone and never come back before promptly beating him to half to death.
Mukuro chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. He had the strangest feeling that Hibari was thinking of the many different ways he could kill him and it left him slightly worried for his well being. "Kyouya, if you keep glaring like that, your face might freeze and I'll never see your smiling face again," he teased.
Hibari bared his teeth and growled in reply. "Shut up you vexing pineapple," he hissed. It was childish to be calling him names but he was just really irritated at the moment and he thought that maybe sensibility could wait for just a few seconds. He calmed down slightly after that outburst and let out a huff, saying "I'll tolerate you for now but irk me once more and I will bite you to death."
"That isn't fair, Kyouya! You are annoyed at everything!" complained Mukuro with a pout. "Mama, talk some sense into your son!" he called out to Hibari's mother who had gone into the other room to continue her chores. A muffled, teasing scold met them and Mukuro giggled a bit.
"Stop doing that!" he hissed, pointing his chopsticks threateningly at other boy. "It's getting far too annoying!" and highly disturbing, he thought. He rose from his chair, meal unfinished, and stomped out of the kitchen, fuming and frustrated.
There were so many ways that he could kill him. He'd use a blunt object if he had to but then said object would be ruined and stained with blood. He couldn't risk that, especially with his mother around watching. Though he already had an elaborate plan hatching in his mind and he stared quite contentedly at the baseball bat lying in the corner of the living room. "As soon as mother leaves," he thinks to himself and promptly plops down on the couch with a huff.
Mukuro raised a questioning eyebrow at Hibari's actions and stood up to join him on the couch. The glare that was directed at him made him feel a little bit guilty. Hugging Hibari from behind and over the backrest, he nuzzled his face into the prefect's hair. "Oh, Kyouya, don't be mad," he cooed gently. "I was just teasing."
"I'm giving you five seconds to let go of me before I bite your fingers off," he snarled.
Mukuro chuckled and ignored the threat. "You don't mean that," he whispered into the other's ear. "I'm sorry," he apologized with a smile. He yelped in surprise when he indeed felt teeth sinking into his fingers and immediately withdrew his arms away from Hibari. "Kyouya, you jerk!" he shook his hand vigorously in an attempt to null the pain and when he realized that he was bleeding, he promptly stuck his fingers in his mouth.
Hibari grinned at his small victory. "I warned you," he huffed, satisfied. Though he did cause the other boy pain, it was not enough to quell the angry feelings of resentment and hate that he harbored against him. No, only his imminent and slow death would completely satisfy him.
Despite the physical harassment that he had to endure ever since yesterday night, Mukuro still sat down next to his 'friend' and sent him a glare, his lower lip jutting out in annoyance. "What are you, five?" he questioned impatiently, eyeing both Hibari and his bleeding fingers. "You broke through the skin!" he exclaimed, raising up his fingers to Hibari's eye level to show the damage he had caused.
The prefect merely shrugged, seemingly not amused by the other boy's inconvenience. He picked up the television remote that sat on the arm of the couch and turned on the t.v. "Finish your food," he instructed, nodding his head once at the direction of the kitchen where Mukuro's unfinished meal sat, growing cold.
Mukuro sent one more glare at Hibari before flicking the other boy's forehead with his (undamaged) index finger, and went back into the kitchen with much muttered annoyed complaints. "He doesn't say please, death threats at every turn and now he even bites me!" he complained, sending a glare at Hibari who sat very contentedly on the couch.
Though he hated to admit it, he needed Mukuro's assistance for two reasons: one, he wasn't exactly a people person and he didn't like talking much anyway. Two, Mukuro was, he had to admit, quite charismatic despite his annoying attitude.
The thing about Mukuro Rokudo, Hibari thought to himself, is that the other could become anything he so desired. After all, the other boy is an illusionist; he was a master of lies and deception. "If you're done with whatever it is you are doing, we're leaving" he said bluntly, quickly surfing through several t.v. Channels before deciding that there was nothing worth watching. He stood up and made his way to the coat wrack only to discover that his Namimori Disciplinary Committee jacket was not in its usual place.
Mukuro joined him, fingers neatly covered in bandages, and pulled a jacket off the wrack. "Well, Kyouya?" he asked, slipping his arms into the sleeves of his jacket, being mindful of his still throbbing fingers. "Are we leaving or what?" he added, pulling off a second jacket from the wrack to wrap around Hibari's shoulders. "You haven't even told me who could help us yet."
Hibari stared pointedly at Mukuro. "Where is my Namimori jacket?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest much like a child would when his favorite toy was missing.
The other boy raised an eyebrow. "Oya, you mean a disciplinary jacket?" he asked, making his way to the front door to pull on his shoes. "I know you like black jackets and all but you're not even in the committee," he informed the other, pulling a pair of black leather gloves on.
Something cracked inside Hibari's head.
"What?" he asked, quietly, slowly, hands balling into fists as he tried to keep calm.
Mukuro blinked at Hibari's reaction and gently ushered the prefect (well, he's not a prefect in this universe, apparently) out the house, hoping that he wouldn't have to die today. "It's in the wash?" he tried to lie, hoping that Hibari would buy the blatant statement.
"Don't you dare lie to me, Rokudo" Hibari snarled, jerking away from Mukuro's touch to glare at everything that came across his path. "Where. The fuck. Is. My jacket?" he growled, stomping his feet with each step he took. He was too annoyed at everything at the moment that he didn't care if he was acting like a spoiled child.
Mukuro could barely keep in his chuckle and tried his best not to smile before elaborating. "Kyouya," he started with a placid tone, "the Kyouya of this universe is just a normal high school student going to Nami-high." He gave Hibari a concerned look before continuing. "Does it. . . does it disturb you that your other self isn't . . . exactly like you?"
"Yes," Hibari replied sharply. "Just as you are disturbed by your other self because he is a sadistic and manipulative bastard," he retorted with a frown as they walked down the street with no particular destination in mind. He needed time to think of a plan, and he was sure that he wasn't going to get any ideas in his home, due to the fact that none other than Mukuro has invaded his personal space and it was giving him the feeling of claustrophobia. At least outside he could put a decent amount of space in between him and the illusionist. A few hundred meters sounded just about right.
"C'mon, Kyouya! Wait up!" Mukuro called, immediately catching up with Hibari despite his quickened pace.
Curse him. Curse him and his long legs.