What does it mean to win a battle? Does it mean you managed to beat you opponent? Dose it mean you learned something valuable? Does it mean you realize how weak you are? Does it mean your opponent now look up to you? Or does it mean fighting until your last breath to defeat someone you know you can't touch? Winning a battle does not only apply to one of these, but all of it and if that was the case, was fighting worth it? Was it worth the pain and blood shed, the injuries and heartache?
It simply was not fair to poor little Lambo, he risked his life fighting for a ring that he barely even recognize, he barely knew what it was, and yet that tiny little cow earned more respect from Mitobe in one night than anyone he have ever met in his whole life.
The usual group of friends showed up at the school as planned, the weather was gloomy and rain fell from the sky as lightning flashed ferociously in the clouded sky. The fight for the lightning ring was going to be held on top of the roof, the place was covered in lighting poles, which connected to the ground and had metal conductors formed around them like webs. Mitobe kept quiet most of the time, the sudden change in atmosphere and ran made his head hurt reminding the Reporter that his injuries were not yet fully healed. The booming of lighting and sudden flashes sent him in a haze of irritation and annoyance.
No one really expected the five year old to fight, he could have back off and simply forfeit, the Reporter wasn't sure if the little boy actually even knew what was going on. Be it nativity or courage disguised as playful demure, the five year old was a head of his time. They gave Lambo an encouraging shout as they gathered in a circle, even Tsuna reminded the boy he didn't have to do it, but the cow only picked his nose and claimed he can't die because he is invincible. Lambo was more than happy to go into battle, he even gave them a smile marched towards the metal conductors fearlessly. As he touch it, a bolt of lightning cam down and hit the metal conductor, Levi jumped off the ground to doge it but Lambo took the blow head on. A loud gasp and whispers of concern passed through their little group as Lambo stood up and burst into tears complaining about the pain, which Mitobe thought was slightly amusing since a normal person would have died. After Reborn's brief explanation about the five year old's eletrrtico cuoio, everyone was amazed, he was able to conduct lightning and shoot it out of his feet into the floor allowing it to pass right through him harmlessly, but it seemed like it haven't reached it's full potential yet.
The Varia looked indifferent, but their lightning guardian looked highly offended to hear that a five year old who cried not too long ago was better suited as a guardian than him, the mustached man ran at Lambo with a killing intent using one of his sharp umbrellas as a sword of sort. It sent Lambo back and the boy cried again pulling a purple bazooka out of his mysterious hair. He jumped into it and in front of them was a fifteen year old Lambo, unlike a dramatic entrance where he was ready to fight, he as eating dumplings as the smoke disappeared, his lazy poster was mocking and indifferent, he seemed to grown into a cool adult in the past ten years, the first time Mitobe saw him was at his birthday party, too bad they couldn't go back to that happy time right now.
The fifteen year old Lambo took out his horns and placed the on his head calling the lightning from heaven to heed his call. Levi was not impressed, more over, Mitobe might have even guess he was threatened. his umbrellas flown off his back and into the sky around the battle field, they gathered up the lightning as t fell from the sky and aimed towards the older Lambo. His body shook and a painful cry could be heard before the boy cried as he did when he was younger, Gokudera told him to stop crying and Tsuna yelled at him to run away, but before the thought could even reach the mind of the cow, the sharp end of the umbrella shot at him, piercing his shoulder painfully as his opponent threw down some threats, he was seemed unaffected by the new wound and grabbed the Bazooka which was abandoned aside him, aiming for his head, he shot himself again sending him ten more years into the future.
Once the smoke cleared, a man stood before them, he wasn't the lazy male form earlier, he was much more mature and alluring, there was a dangerous air around him, slightly threatening but it seemed calm and wise at the same time. The sense of power the man had was almost overpowering, his hair was in small braids and the most recognizable part of him was either his brown coat with stitches on them, or his low ad lazy voice.
Levi attacked him with his umbrellas once more time, they flew up into the sky and unfolded calling the lightning toward them, but the twenty-five year old Hitman seemed unimpressed and stayed where he was, the bolt of lightnings hit Lambo directly and a painful groan was heard before all the lightning seemed to explode away from the man, and he shot it from his hand back to the ground, it ran down the building and shattered all the windows. Mitobe was impressed, he was, but he could not help but wonder what the skylark would do if he saw this now, luckily, he'll be in another city by then.
The twenty five year old picked up his old Thunder Set with a sense of nostalgic running through him, it's been a while since he saw these, they were always his favorite. He hooked them onto his had and called forth the lightning, it obeyed and crashed towards it's caller in a blazing light, Lambo charged at Levi with such rage and confident that everyone thought that they might actually get out of this without casualty on their side, but in a puff of smoke, Lambo appeared, not the fifteen year old Lambo, but the five year old Lambo, the same five year old that was a cry baby, the same five year old that haven't seen true bloodshed, the five year old, who would not get out of this fight unscathed.
Once the older Lambo was gone, lightning hit him and immediately knocked him out roasting the five year old. Before he had time to recover, Levi kicked Lambo over and over again before sending him to the other side of the fighting zone, worried Tsuna ran towards the boy ignoring the comments about being disqualify obviously deeming his friend more valuable than any position in a mafia that he didn't even want to inherit or some stupid ring that he didn't want in the first place.
As Levi was about to deliver the final blow, the ground shook and the conductors fell catching everyone's attention. Tsuna was in his Dying Will Mode, he sported the same flame on his head, but his eyes the most gentle shade of orange Mitobe ever seen, it left him in wonder, like the color of the sunrise welcoming a new day or the sunset announcing that the day was over. Burning passionately as it radiate around him, a warm and welcoming aura that held a slight threat to it as he said in a confident and deep voice that the Reporter did not recognize belong to his usually clumsy and shy friend. "If I have to watch mu precious comrade die with my own eyes, I wouldn't be able to atone for it. No matter how many times I die."
A bold declaration from the boy mad everyone surprise if not more impressed. His hands were adorn with gloves with a large X on it, which made sense because he was the tenth generation boss of the Vongola even though he denied the position many times before.
Tsuna's flames grew brighter and bigger as he melted the metal conductor, it dripped on to the ground and the boy declared verbally that he did not care for the Vongola rings or being the next boss of the Vongola, bu the would fight if his friends got involved. That left the Varia surprised and shocked, it was showed clearly on their faces. Mitobe thought it was quiet heroic, he was not aware the brunet had his side to him, or rather he just haven't seen it. As Tsuna's flame begin to fade out and his orange eyes turned back to their original honey brown, a booming voice commanded him to shut up before he was blown away by a gust of light. The boy skidded across the floor and onto the other side of the building, while Yamamoto and Gokudera turned towards Tsuna shouting his name loudly, Mitobe turned to the source of the attack.
Horrifying and rage, that's what Mitobe saw in the man, more than Hibari, more than Squalo. Blood red eyed and a scared face, he was about to shoot Tsuna again but the pink hair girl got in the way, she asked him to calm down and and he shot her instead. Ruthless, merciless...A form that said he was looked down by no one and he was supreme and superior, a confidence and anger Mitobe have never experience before, and he was an angsty teenager.
In the end, they had to forfeit both the thunder ring and the sky ring, even though Tsuna did not enter the battle area. If that was not bad enough, it turned out something happened to the current boss, Tsuna's father was shocked and demanded answers, but the leader of the Vongola only scoff at him and let out a laugh, he insisted that the match continue, and if he won the throne to the Vongola was his, even Mitobe had doubts of their victory right now. These people did not know of mercy and compassion. How ever, if they lost, then they would have everything precious to them ripped away, the next match would be tomorrow night, and the storm guardians will fight against each other. Mitobe looked over to Gokudera, he looked slightly concern but anger decorated his face covering all signs of his concern. The Varia's storm guardian let out a strange laugh bearing his teeth. His blond hair covered his eyes making it harder for Mitobe to guess what was going through his mind, his posture was lanky and carefree, Gokudera felt like he as being mocked and clenched his fist.
Tsuna ran towards Lambo which triggered his friends to follow in pursuit, but Mitobe stayed where he was eying their opponent. His eyes hardened, they masked their body language well, either that or they really were arrogant and confident, though they had every reason to be, they were the best assassin after all.
"Ushishishi~ What's the peasant looking at~?" Mitobe's gaze turned to the blond with the crown in his hair and raised an eyebrow.
"Answer the Prince~" Mitobe kept his mouth shut, partially out of fear, partially because he had nothing to say.
"Mu~ Bel, don't bother, he's not even a guardian." The small baby said. Mammon if he remembered correctly, he was having a difficult remembering their names, it was strange and foreign, Language was an academic weak point of his after all. Lambo ended up in the hospital and everyone headed home, Mitobe had to call the taxi since the train station already closed up, and he still had school tomorrow. The boy paid his due and got out of the vehicle before heading up to his apartment. He was concern about Lambo, but it seemed all he can do is hope that the five year old made it out alive, he wouldn't know what to do if Misaki was in that situation, he'd probably blow up someone's house and then cry about it.
Gokudera's fight is tomorrow, and Mitobe saw his worried, he wasn't as confidence as he should be, Gokudera was a strong person, he was skilled and smart, but Mitobe wasn't sure how he would do against those crazy assassins. Malissa greeted him at the door, he was later than he usually was and she looked like she was waiting for him.
"Welcome back." Malissa smiled and moved out of the way to let him in, the boy removed his shoes and blazer as he headed to his room to change into more comfortable clothes. He locked the door and picked out his usual pajamas, consisting of shorts and loose T-shirts. Mitobe walked out of his room to get something to eat sense he haven't gotten dinner yet. Malissa greeted him with another smile and placed some freshly cooked ramen on the table.
"Thanks." Mitobe said quietly as he took a seat at the table and began eating, the blonde woman sat in the chair across from him keeping him company.
"Where's dad?"
"Ah, long day, he's already asleep."
"Mmm okay."
The Reporter began slurping on his noodles again, he wasn't in the mood to talk much but he appreciated the comfort. Malissa stood up and got him a glass of water and placed his medication next to it, when he was done eating he took his medicine and drowned it down with water.
"You're late again." The blonde began.
"Sorry..."
"What's going on with you lately? You're barely at home anymore. Is something wrong?"
"No."
"You know you can talk to me right?"
"Yeah, i know. I just...have my own stuff to deal with."
"Is it a girl?"
"No."
"School? Do you need tutoring?"
"It's nothing like that."
"Then what's wrong? You know I found blood on your clothes the other day."
"I fell and scrapped myself."
"...It was spattered on there."
"I ran into a gang."
"What?! Did you not think to call the police?!"
"Calm down, it's not mine. I took...self defense."
"Mitobe..."
"I know, I know, sorry. I'll be more careful."
"That's not it."
"Then what?"
"Why are you always covered in bandages? Do you get in that many fights?"
"I don't pick them."
"That's not what I'm asking, are you being bullied?"
"No."
Malissa gave up, it was obvious that she wasn't going to get an answer soon anyway. Maybe he needed some space, he was a growing teenager, it was a phase where one wanted to be independent, she can understand that, she went on one herself, but she was concern with his health, the constant bruises, and cuts, he's always covered in bandages, and then the broken arm and the incident where he had to go to the hospital because he hit his head. She knew that this city had a gang problem, but it was never his bad, maybe it was something else, he was taking defense classes, but she never met the instructor...
Gokudera was late, the guardians excluding the cloud and mist were already there with Mitobe, but the star of today's show was late. The air was tense as they waited nervously for the Bomber to show up, he was suppose to fight to day, and if he didn't show up at eleven, it was an automatic disqualification. One minute left before time was up, and the silver hair Bomber showed up in a smoke created by his explosion all geared up and ready to go. The match would be the entire third floor inside the building with hurricane turbines everywhere, and slowly as tie run out, each room would explode, and if a winner is not decided, both would die.
The Reporter cast a nervous gaze to the silver hair Bomber, but he scoffed it off and tell him to worry about him getting out alive and giving him a good beating for doubting him. That confidence made Mitobe feel slightly better, but he was still conflicted. As always, they gave a cheer for the member fighting before sending him off, Gokudera refused at first but Tsuna convinced him otherwise. The remaining members were sent back into confine space with TV monitors showing them the situations, the two storm guardians greeted each other and Bel, as he learned previously from the small baby similar to Reborn, patted Gokudera on the shoulder before giving his abnormal laugh and walked away, immediately as the battle started, Gokudera made the first move and threw his dynamites, aloud explosion busted through the room, but as the smoke cleared, it was Gokudera who had the disadvantage, knives surrounded him in a circle, but he manage to jump out of the way before the sharp weapons could do him any harm.
Gokudera gave a fierce glare and threw his triple bombs, Bel looked like he suspected it and calmly took a step back and gave a smile, before the bombs could explode, the wind turbine that was introduced from earlier blew a gust of wind and blew Gokudera's weapon away. Gokudera quickly dodge a surprise attack from the machine before it blew the door next to him open and many desks along with it destroying the window. Bel threw more knives, everyone expected it to be blew away but it flew directly through the wind in a complicated pattern and straight to Gokudera. To avoid it he jumped back but fell through a window and into a classroom, the half Italian seemed frustrated, before he could react, a knife flew past him cutting his cheek. There was a reason why everyone called that crazy blond maniac a genius, but Tsuna had faith in Gokudera, they went through a lot of stuff together, so if it cam down t it, the brunet would rather loose a ring than a friend, but there wasn't a chance that their little group will get out unscathed, they already took enough damage as it is, but along with Xanxus' threat, Tsunayoshi have already decided to get stronger to protect his friends.
Belphegor was still in the hall, but the monitor showed Gokudera's dynamite being cut, which left the question wondering in the air of why? A few more knives were sent his way and the right hand man was stabbed a few more times, the bandages around his chest, probably covering his previous injuries was dirtied with his blood. Gokudera fled into another classroom and the knives seemed to hit something, a loud gasp and "Gokudera!" could be heard, everyone's heart was beating faster and they were constipated as they watch the certain fate of death bestow on their friend.
The figure fell through the window and crashed on the floor to be revealed as a model of the human body. Gokudera showed up not too late after holding a thing wire that was wrapped around the dummy. A relieved sigh filled the room and Mitobe grasped the fabric of his uniform nervously, the Bomber finally found out the trick, he was certainly more clever than the Reporter, and for once Mitobe would gladly take an insult to his intelligence from the boy.
Gokudera threw some of his bombs, but unlike the other times, this time small rockets boosted them forward, the so call Prince took the blow head on, as the smoke cleared it showed the Varia's storm guardian bloody and bruised. With out warning, the blond burst out laughing violently clutching his head as the blood drip down. Belphegor ran towards Gokudera at a immensely fast pace, he threw his knives, Gokudera dodged it and yet he still gain some cuts, as the Prince got too close, Gokudera threw a small dynamite between them, but gained some injuries as well as his opponent.
Time was running out, both of the guardians were gravely injured and the wind turbine were going to explode in six minutes. The silver hair Bomber ran into the library and hid behind a bookcase,as Belphegor enter he threw some bombs but the blond retaliated with his oddly shaped knives. Gokudera was surrounded by wires and his movement were being restraint, one move and he could cut himself, it seemed the Prince planned this rather well. Shamal explained what was going on since he saw the confused faces of the kids, knives and wires, those were the weapons of the Varia's storm guardian, dangerous alone but together were even more deadly. It combined both trapping your opponent and leaving him defenseless.
Gokudera threw some of his dynamite unraveling the strands of wires and attacked relentlessly. It backfired on him however, his enemy used the blast of the bombs to boost himself as he ran towards Gokudera, the silver hair Bomber sent more bombs his way blowing the boy into the wall with a painful crash. The wind turbine have already exploded and there was only so much time left, the boy walked over to his fallen opponent and with only three minutes remaining he had to finish this quick. Gokudera leaned down to snatch the ring off the blond's neck but the Prince grabbed the Bomber's ring that hung around his neck on a silver chain.
The fight was no longer professional, it was desperate and needy but it was understandable, there was about three minutes left, and for the Varia, loosing means being shot down, no matter how powerful you are, once you're no longer useful to the boss you were garbage, and that boss didn't even bother to show up. One by one the hurricane turbines were slowly reaching the library.
"Hand over the ring to the enemy and withdraw Hayato!" Shamal commanded, undeniably his student's life was more important than any ring, they still had enough people left, they could still win, they had Yamamoto, the mist guardian and Hibari. They could always count on Hibari, that guy had legendary will power after all.
Shamal was not able to convince his student, he was too hot headed but he sure listened after Tsuna scolded him. It was heart touching, his speech. He asked why Hayato was even fighting, and that was enough for the Bomber to realize he was fighting for his friends, and if he died, they could share anymore moment together anymore. Mitobe have been seeing a lot of Tsuna's hidden sides lately, his opinion of the boy was starting to be reform, it was never bad to begin with he knew Tsuna was kind and sweet, but courageous was never one of his implication, it was refreshing, but Tsuna was Tsuna and he adored the spiky hair boy all the same.
As the last turbine blew up, it destroyed the library, Tsuna slumped onto the floor, while everyone looked down at their feet trying to keep calm, the Reporter kept his eyes on the monitors hoping by some miracles that the silver hair boy turn to it giving a bright smile and a thumbs up telling everyone he's okay, but even better he stumbled out of the smoke and fell to the floor mumbling a long apology about loosing, but no one cared, they were all happy to see that their friend came out alive. The two Cervello showed their faces and declared the next fight would be for the rain ring, Yamamoto looked like he could go right now, he was ready.
Mitobe gave Gokudera his jacket since the boy was battered and his shirt was shredded and bloodied, the Bomber refused by the Reporter insisted and frankly Gokudera was too tired to put up with Mitobe's shit and took it. A lower Varia member crashed on the floor and a certain Prefect followed afterward holding his tonfa up threateningly, knowing the boy, he was going to murder someone for the state of the school...
"What do you think you're doing in my school?" Hibari asked turning to Tsuna's group, Mitobe smiled and waved while sweating nervously. Levi tried to attack him but Hibari swiftly dodged and moved behind the larger man, he seemed to be interested in the Varia as guesses, at this point Mitobe was very tempted to make a documentary about the Skylark.
"VOIII! So, how my times should I slash you open?!" Squalo shouted as he brought up his sword, the Prefect glanced over and smile, it was bloody thirsty but a smile all the same.
"cute..." Mitobe muttered, he saw Basil give him a weird look but his grin only grew.
"Hn...Are you next?" Kyoya asked the white hair man.
"Please stop this, if guardians enter into unregulated brawls outside the official Ring Battle they will be disqualify!" A Cervello warned, Hibari didn't look like he was going to back down so Yamamoto stepped in with a bright smile on his face and calmly talked to the Prefect.
"Ma~ Ma~ Calm down Hibari, I know you're angry but-" The swordsman was cut off by Hibari. "You're in the way, do no stand in front of me." Hiabri was about to hit Yamamoto with his weapon but the baseball player was faster and easily maneuvered behind the Prefect and grabbed his tonfa at an angle where it can't hurt him.
"Long hair is my opponent, please be patient a little longer..." Yamamoto smiled and Hibari glared at him snatching his weapon away and suddenly spiked grew for the metal.
"If you're going to get in the way, I don't care who you are. I'll bite you to death." The Prefect proclaimed.
"Oh crap! I made him mad." The once confident baseball player flinched.
"Hiieee! Hibari! Please wait a moment!" Tsuna begged, before things could get messy, Reborn jumped in and stood proudly in front of the taller teen with his casual smile. "Caiossu, Hibari!"
"The baby? Sorry but I'm busy at the moment."
"Did he just say sorry?" Mitobe thought unbelievably.
"Although it's fine if you let loose here, you might lose an even greater chance to enjoy yourself. It's not immediately possible, but you might get to fight against Rokudo Mukuro in the near future again." Reborn explained.
Mitobe remembered that name well, since he had to cover up a story and the man seemed like he was an interesting character, even more pleasing, he can cast illusions which made Mitobe very curious.
"Hn...really?" The Prefect said thoughtfully "All the damages to the school building must be prepare." He looked at the Cervello.
"Yes, we the Cervello will be responsible for that." One of them replied.
Hibari turned his back to Yamamoto and advised him " Don't lose to the loud one over there before my turn."
As he Prefect turn to leave, he turned to Mitobe and gave him a cold glare, the Reporter his behind Basil slightly letting out a nervous laugh.
"Come on mutt." The Prefect commanded, Mitobe looked around apprehensively looking for help, but before he could reply a no, the Skylark grabbed the back of his shirt dragging him out of the room painfully as he choked out an excuse about having to go home.
"Kyoya!Ack! I have to go home, it's already too lat-"
"Shut up Herbivore, I'm hungry."
"But...It's past eleven, all the shops are closed..."
"Are you defying me Herbivore?"
"...Kyoya, I really need to get home." Mitobe pulled on his shirt and unbutton a few buttons so it would not choke him as much.
"Hn..."
Mitobe didn't say anything but trudged behind docilely knowing there was no point in resisting. "Kyoya, can you stop pulling?"
Maybe he was still annoyed about having his arm broken, or maybe being treated like a literal item that can be transport so easily, but he didn't enjoy being thrown around so easily. The Prefect let go of the boy and Mitobe straightened his shirt leaving it out and not tucked neatly as always, he buttoned the first two that he opened earlier and loosen his tie. His movement made Vanilla spill in the air as he caught up to the Prefect, he let out a cute little sneeze and one thought ran to Mitobe's mind that he would probably die if Hibari heard. "Karma, Bitch."
"Kyoya...where are you taking me? The shops are closed...the convenience store store might be open..."
"You talk too much."
"That's because you don't talk enough."
Mitobe sent a text to Malissa telling her he'll be over at his mother's since it's so late, but that most likely won't happen. Hibari looked over at Mitobe and once the message was sent it took the phone and stuffed it into his pocket and continue walking.
"Oi...That's rude. I need it back."
"No."
Mitobe sighed, this was the second time he's done this, though the Reporter was grateful that the great Kyoya wanted to with him. WAIT. A. FUCKING. MINUTE. Kyoya wanted to eat with him,and if he wants to eat with him that means they're friends right?! right?! Mitobe's face was starting to turn red a small weak smile made it's way to his face that he tried to cover.
"Alright...You got this. You got this." He repeated over and over in his head.
"Herbivore go get food."
Mitobe snapped out of his thoughts and bumped into Hibari's back embarrassingly before he stumbled over to the door of the convenience store. He returned ten minutes later with two bags and the two headed back to the park that they ate Takoyaki in on the same bench, this time Mitobe sat on the floor so the incident before won't repeat itself. The stars shone brightly, like tiny little fireflies embodied in the dark night sky, as beautiful as it was, he much preferred the shade of the sunrise or sunset, that beautiful orange color that seem to stretch forever in the sky until the sun disappear over the horizon. The Reporter looked up to the sky while drinking his sweetened milk having already finished his sandwich. Astronomy never really interested him that much, it was all too complicated, universes and galaxies...stars and planets...Mitobe yawned, he couldn't tell what time it was since his phone was taken away from him, but it must be past twelve. Their meeting was quiet which was fine since the switchblade user didn't feel like talking, but should he even be here right now? He should be with Gokudera in the hospital and checking up on Lambo again, not sitting here calmly with the Prefect. Frankly, he was too frighten to leave, he's been training this entire week with Dino, and he was alive barely any scratch or bruising on him at all unlike Mitobe who was constantly covered in them.
Mitobe turned to the Prefect unable to say anything, what was he suppose to say? How was your training? Obviously good since he came back unscathed. Why did you call me out here? No...too forward, he doubt that the Prefect missed him. What to do...For once he didn't have anything to say.
"Kyoya...Are we friends?" The Reporter's eyes never left the sky, clear and dark with bright twinkling blemishes.
"Why do you keep asking that question?"
"Why do you keep calling me out?"
"I don't need to answer to you."
"Then it's the same for the both of us isn't it?"
"Hn."
What was the point of it anyway...Was there a reward to staying this long with the Prefect? Not that Mitobe knew, he was too starting to doubt his loyalty. There wasn't anything other than a one sided crush, that's it, a one sided love that Mitobe cling to even though it's already fallen to the ground a long time ago. The Reporter felt his tie being pulled up and let out a painful cry as he felt like he was being hanged, he got up from his spot on the ground and the prefect managed to drag him onto the bench. Mitobe loosen his tie again and raised an eyebrow waiting for an explanation but only got silence in return. He sighed and sipped his milk.
"Are you trying to say sorry about the broken arm thing?" Mitobe questioned jokingly, but when the Prefect turned his head away he knew he hit the nail on the head.
"Are you serious? Come on, you can't seriously feel bad about it. You beat me on a regular basis right Kyoya? Haha...Kyoya?"
The Prefect was quiet and returned his gaze to the stars. Was he being shy? He's actually feeling sorry, the though made Mitobe wanted to laugh but decided to let it slip.
"Come on, it only took me one week to get over it~."
"I'm not mad~."
"Kyoya...~"
"Come on...!"
"Are you ignoring me?"
"Can I go home?"
"Ky~o~ya~!"
Mitobe let out a breath and leaned back on the chair, the sudden movement filled the air with vanilla making Hibari sneeze once again. Mitobe let out a laugh and handed him a napkin from the bag. The Prefect snatched it and held it to his nose and wiped his fingers to get rid of the food crumbs from earlier before throwing it in the bag.
The rest of the night was quiet, Mitobe didn't fall asleep and he was sure that it was at least one in the morning, his eyes were drooping and he fell over a few times but quickly jolt awake when he began drifting. Hibari on the other hand was still awake since he was use to sleeping when he want, he looked over to the Reporter beside him who was stuck in the middle of sleep and being awake. Pathetic.
"If you want to sleep just sleep and stop being so indecisive."
"I'm fine..."
"Hn...You're being annoying."
"Everything I do annoy you Kyoya..."
"Then why does it matter what you do?"
"And if I wake up to a broken arm?"
"...Shut up...I'll bite you to death."
Mitobe gave him a questionable look, Hibari was expecting the usual line of "I'll lick you" but this time the boy simply held his wrist up to the Prefect's mouth and with a monotone voice and a platonic expression he calmly said "Bite it." was he challenging the Prefect or just being sarcastic?
Hibari gave him a look that insulted his intelligence and hit on on the base of his neck putting him out of commission and unconscious. He laid the boy against the chair and the weight of the Reporter made him fall against the Skylark softly. Hibari looked over at the smaller boy, his hair in it's same messy state and glasses that now fit perfectly, Hibari used his free arm and removed the spectacles and put it next to the boy. The Skylark pressed a palm on his head, he wasn't sick, yet he felt queasy and warm, he leaned against the head of hair next to him finding it surprisingly comfortable. He closed his eyes softly and his breathing evened out before he finally slipped into a light sleep. Irritating as the Stalker dog was, the past two years was not for naught, when he first met the boy he was a brat with an annoying mouth who stalked him and never knew when to shut up, but over the months he adapted. Hibari didn't feel lonely, he never did, he did not need people to make him feel complete, he was perfectly fine by himself, and yet he didn't mind having a mutt stalking him. Though the thought of having someone who's dedicated their loyalty to you was a pleasing thought. He didn't have to prove himself to anyone, and it seemed Masato Mitobe was perfectly fine with it, how long until he disappear Hibari wondered. He was looking forward to fighting the boy when he gets stronger. Was be beginning to grow fond of him?
Hello everyone~! I hope the small moments in that last few paragraphs made up for the lame fight scenes ^^' Fear not, it's not going to happen in the next chapter, I just needed to place the setting and have Mitobe enter the scene so we know where he was, but now that Hibari is back, he'll have more screen time. I finally have some of Hibari's thoughts in there, I always see him being a man of action rather than words...At least he's sorry for breaking Mitobe's arm...right? Mitobe's so cool about it...he's totally not nervous at all...Not...At..All...
I'm lying
Review times~! Yay! Thank you for being understanding about me being late by the way.
PuppetPrince: Yes! Woot! Finally got to it, but the real fun is in the future arc~ :D
HalcyonNight: WAAHHHH~! Long review! PRAISE YOU! Thank you for taking your time to right that... -/- Short bows are pretty cool, and that style of attacking sounds really epic *O* Haha~ That was a random name from a generator since I couldn't decide...I can not wait for Mitobe to meet Mukuro and Chrome, it shall be . If I don't mess up~ And yes that would happen, but only after Mitobe's mist flame have been discovered. Haha~ Yes, dogs are man's best friend, I have a dog too~ OuO But now Mitobe is starting to question his dedication...and Hibari would have sadly, but I didn't want Mitobe to be dead so soon XD. If Mitobe ran to the Shimon I can see him slowly crawling back to Hibari after about a month, give or take. I'm glad you like the story, that makes me very happy to continue writing, and flames have not yet been revealed other than Sky and other wise the Dying will, but as for using in battle, not yet if I remember correctly, I think either way of spelling Kyoya/Kyouya is fine, I guess depends on where you read it or watch it, I was considering Sun flames at first and I saw Mitobe sulking because he really wanted Mist when the flames came out, but Mist fit better with his style of fighting since he is more fluent rather than harshly, sun flames user tend to attack with their body, meaning a type of martial art or so, and storm would mean Mitobe needs to be stronger than he is and much more reliant on power rather than swiftness. I see speed as his strong point since he's trying to get faster. I hope you aren't too disappointed by my decission. I'm glad you like it and hope you continue to stick around(if you want) I tend to update once a day if nothing comes up, I hope this chapter was to your expectation. I love your review by the way~
Pineapple Fairy King: I'm so sorry he's not real...I'm nothing like him so...You know...sorry...
Redthorn13: Well~ He is a little suicidal, he does stalk Hibari...I don't like insects either, I will run and hope they don't chase me.
Bored411: I'm glad you like it! Welcome to the review section XD Haha, well it's hid fault he's not Mukuro...nnnngg~ Mukuro, is a fine fine man...They'll meet eventually.
Someone: + Awesome, because you need that in your name~! O3O Thank you for correcting me, I changed it! That sound like a splendid idea, but I really don't know too much about him other than he's a certain someone whom I won't name since some people may not have read the manga yet, but maybe they can be ramen buddy in the future~ Thank you for your review! OuO
Xejis: Welcome back~! Transition lenses are awesome, very very useful~ I hope you enjoyed the little Varia fight, it took forever, but I made a fluff moment at the end to make up for it! OvO I don't like bug either ones that fly is the death of me, he had protection gears so it's fine~! Hmm~ Mitobe meeting with Mukuro/ Chrome is a secret~ I won't tell no mater how much I adore you, you have to wait! *sweats nervously*
Onepiecefan202: Mitobe is a sad sad little man, you're better, he have a death wish. I'm glad you're enjoying it so far~
As always! Thank you for the reviews, following and favorites! And Welcome to the new people who joined us in this strange story, I thank you. QwQ
And remember!
REVIEWS X MOTIVATION= FLUFFY + CHAPTERS!
This have been a formula by Mitobe.