Hibari sat on the roof top with his loyal Vice next to him, the sun was out and the school was empty since the day have almost ended.
"Kusakabe. Tell me what happened." Hibari voiced to the man beside him. Kusakabe looked over to the younger Hibari and gave him a questioning look.
"About the Mutt and I." Tetsuya smiled sadly and turned his gaze to the sky.
"Ah...That. You pushed to hard and he didn't have the energy to push back." That caught Hibari's attention, the Skylark tuned to the older man demanding that he continue.
"It started when he left for Italy to learn illusions. When he came back you rejected him because of his mist flames, you refused to even be in the same room since you were so disgusted. But Mitobe loves his illusions, without it he would have died a long time ago, his job is dangerous you know, it's not easy sneaking into enemies' base...He eventually got tired of chasing after you and left. He stopped trying to get close to you and made his own barrier to keep you away, he gave up."
Hibari kept quiet taking in the new information...that seemed like something he would do...He didn't think the Mutt would give up, not with everything they've been through.
"He was placed in your division, but even now the two of you never talk. Mitobe doesn't bother trying to get on your good side, your relationship is practically toxic."
Hibari stood up without another word and fled the roof top, Kusakabe let out a painful sigh and laid down on the floor, dealing with his boss was tiring and a chore. The Prefect walked out of the school and to Namimori Shrine to his secret entrance, the Vice had the decency to tell him about it, the Vongola base was stuffy and the metal walls made him feel like he was in prison, which for the record he have never been in. He stopped in front of a door with the Mutt's name on it, he did not bother knocking before enter, he made his presence know but Mitobe did not acknowledge it. The older male was on his bed wearing a T-shirt and shorts, Hibari walked over to the bed about to yank him out by the hair before he noticed the boy was asleep. Mitobe's computer was on opened to several programs that the Skylark did not recognize, surrounding him were more papers, some letters other status and statistics. Hibari pushed the papers out of the way and sat on the bed, he found it rather funny how the Herbivore still slept with his glasses on, the Prefect slipped them off gently folding them before he placed it on the nightstand.
Mitobe was still asleep bother by the minuet disturbance but stirred turning over. Kyoya brushed some dark strands out of the Illusionist's face and exit the room closing the door gently and walked away. Inside the room Mitobe hid his face in the pillow with flustered cheek, he woke up after Hibari brushed his hair, as embarrassing as it was he enjoyed those soft touches. Mitobe tightened his grip on the pillow, how could he forget the gentle side of the Skylark, he use to be so sweet when he was young. The Informant reached for his glasses again, his sight have gotten worst over the years, it was ironic since people tell him he had the eye for illusions but he can hardly see without help. The gentle touch from the Hibari he use to know sent his heart beating again, he convinced himself it was only because he was stunned but deep inside he knew that wasn't true, the Hibari he's seeing now wasn't the Hibari he knew now, they haven't drawn their weapons yet, they haven't build their fortress yet. Even so, Mitobe did not want to take the chance, after they defeat Byakuran they're heading back to their time, and that meant he'll have to go back to dealing with the cold Hibari who was in charge of him. His mind can not take that much emotional trauma.
Later that day Mitobe entered the kitchen to find that there were no food. He tried the refrigerator but there was nothing but uncooked vegetables and meet with other fruits.
"Masato?"
Mitobe turned around to see Kyoko, Haru, and Chrome. "...I can't find food..."
The girls looked at each other before turning back to Mitobe, they smiled and walked over to him. "We're boycotting!" They announced, even though Chrome was softer and more of a whisper. "What for?"
Haru grinned excitedly and explained "Since the boys won't tell us anything we decided to take a stand!"
"Will you help us?" Chrome muttered softly with a slight blush on her pale cheeks.
"...Sure why not."
And that is when he signed over his soul to the female race. They even got Reborn, Gianinni, and Futa, to join them, which was fair they did not deserve to be in the dark, especially since their life is in danger. They were as important as the fighter, and they gave Mitobe food and he was to lazy to learn how to cook and did not want to go hungry. The boys were working hard trying to clean, cook, and basically take care of themselves, they're anger only lasted a day before they forgave the boys the next day and when Kyoko went to town Tsuna caught up thinking she was in danger. The girls found out about everything, personally Mitobe felt like it put them in a safer place, it's better to know your enemy. They were playing a dangerous game and it was only a week until their confrontation with Byakuran. Mitobe was worried about the battle, he wasn't even sure that he'll be able to fight, his fighting techniques aren't made for fighting head on, they were for sneaking around and hiding, but if it came to it Mitobe would not hesitate to fight, he was really pissed off that the information he got was useless, he travel to freaking Italy to get it just to find out that the six Funeral Wreath were fake and there were another set of real ones. Monsters from the looks of it.
The door slammed open catching Mitobe's attention, he look up from his laptop and stopped typing.
"Hibari." Mitobe greeted uninterestedly and return to his work. The Prefect leaned against the door for a while before closing it and walking over to the bed, it was the same as yesterday, paper scattered all over it and the computer ever to present, Mitobe did not acknowledge the younger by but continue typing furiously. His fingers moved swiftly leaving the clanking sound of the keyboard hanging in the silent room.
"What are you doing?" Hibari asked dully looking over the older man's shoulder.
"Sending the latest information on the real six Funeral Wreath to the Vongola's allies, some informants might have something." Mitobe didn't bother explaining anything else after that and returned to work. Hibari didn't mind the silence and just sat on the edge of the bed watching the man work. Every now and then he would push up his glasses, that brought him back. Mitobe haven't changed that much to him, he was still the same dopey fourteen year old he knew, even if the Informant was taller, older, more or less maturer, he still had the same habits, it didn't take more then ten minutes for Hibari to spot those things out. He could tell Mitobe was trying to ignore him right now, this Mitobe still had that head of messy hair, wore untidy clothes, push up his glasses when he's anticipating something, he still slouch, his posture was still mediocre at best, he still prefer a bitter taste judging by the dark chocolate candy wrappers on the table on the other side of the room.
The typing stopped.
Hibari looked up to Mitobe as if asking why, but that was not necessary since the Reporter had full intention to carry on with his question anyway.
"What is your angle Hibari?"
The Prefect raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you in here?"
"I came to get some answers."
"Anything you can ask me you can ask Tetsuya."
"I need to hear you confess it."
"I have nothing to say to you Hibari, I advice you to leave and let me return to my work."
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Stop using such a formal way of speaking, you only do that when you're putting space between yourself and someone else."
"Don't talk like you know me."
"I do know you."
"YOU know the FOURTEEN years old me. We are two completely different people. I assure you."
"You're doing it again."
"I find this conversation meaningless."
"I don't."
Mitobe shut his mouth after that looking at the Prefect trying to find just exactly where he was planning to carry this little talk of theirs. The older man ran a hand through his messy hair and sighed irritatedly.
"Five minutes. That's all you get, so wrap up everything you have to say within your time constraint. I will allow you three questions."
Hibari nodded agreeing to their deal. " What happened to us?"
Mitobe was surprised by the question, he would have expected a different one but he'll answer it none the less. The Mist flame user closed his laptop setting it aside along with his other paper not caring if they wrinkled.
"Three years Hibari...Three years. I left for Italy to learn about illusions, to master illusions, of course when I left you didn't really care, but when I returned...Being an illusionist meant automatically being on your death list. You pushed too hard and I collapsed and I suppose I gave up, and that was the end of our story. And even though I am technically working under you there is nothing but a working relationship."
The Prefect stared at the older man taking in the information, it was as Kusakabe said, but hearing it from Mitobe himself made him a little shocked.
"After those three years...What was our first meeting like?"
Mitobe thought it over trying to remember the event. "Well...We met again on the roof top,and then we fought. You beat the living shit out of me and then sent me to the hospital for two weeks. I had four broken ribs, a broken arm and a black eye."
Hibari acknowledged it, that is something he would do, he had one question left. There were a lot of things he wanted to ask, but one was obvious, and it was also the most important.
"Why did you stop chasing me?" Hibari stated it bluntly and straight to the point, even demanding and arrogant.
"I got bored." Mitobe's eyes widened a bit, much much less noticeable but he shifted his weight almost too casually but Hibari didn't miss it.
"Answer truthfully. You owe me that much."
"I do not owe you anything. Also your time is over."
"I have three minutes left."
"Don't care I have work, get out."
"I don't take orders from herbivores."
"And unfortunately you're not my boss so I can do whatever I want. Get out."
"I will be your boss."
"A fucking bad one if I may add."
"Profanity is for the weak."
"You talk too much..."
"Funny how I use to tell you that."
"Time change people."
Mitobe reached over for his laptop and opened it up, he began typing again ignoring the Skylark completely. Hibari didn't move from his spot, if anything he made himself more comfortable, the Prefect leaned on the wall the bed was laid against and continue to watch the Illusionist work. Often Mitobe would reach other for a paper and looking over it before typing again or push up his glasses, other times he would hold his shoulder and move it up and down before returning to work. The two sat in silence, neither spoke a word and Mitobe didn't bother kicking the younger boy out, he mentally cursed himself for it, it showed that he still held some feelings for the past Kyoya, he preferred to look at them as two different people, that made him feel better but he didn't care at the same time.
"When are you planning to leave?" Mitobe asked plainly as he continue to type. The younger boy did not answer or move from his spot, Mitobe let out another irritated sigh and ran a hand through his hair again. This was getting difficult, especially with the sixteen year old boy refusing to leave, and frankly he had no time to waste playing troubled lovers with his past crush. Mitobe picked up a few more papers flipping through them, he had to send a report to their fellow allies and fellow informants, he finished his last paragraph and sent the emails.
"Let's go somewhere." Hibari suggested quietly was the older male closed his laptop.
"I refuse."
"You're being formal again."
"I don't need you to tell me the obvious."
"Herbivore, your constant back talking is annoying."
"I don't care what you think."
"Don't tell me you held a grudge about me calling you annoying for ten years."
"I was angry for a week, I forgave you after three, I avoided you for a month to make a point."
"Should have known you were to weak to-"
"Do not get me wrong Hibari, that was the past. You and I are nothing more then co-workers, we're not even allies. So stop pestering me."
" Kyoya..."
"Pardon?"
"Call me Kyoya."
"I refuse."
"You're being annoying Herbivore."
"You know, in all the twelve years that we have known each other, you have never call me by my name?"
"That doesn't matter."
Mitobe pushed up his glasses and gathered the papers that were scattered on his bed and placed them in a neat pile on his nightstand.
"I know it doesn't, everyone knows me as someone different anyway. Mole, Ricarso, Liam, Abel, Hayaki, Angica, but it doesn't matter because the list goes on and on..."
Silence.
Mitobe gave up and got off the bed, he left his room while rotating his injured shoulder leaving Hibari alone. The Prefect didn't bother chasing the dog down, so this was what it felt to be abandoned. Kyoya spread himself on the bed and stuffed his face in the pillow, he couldn't believe that this was starting to annoy him, the warmth of the blanket gave him no comfort and the clean smell of generic shampoo was the only thing invading his senses rather than the comforting smell of vanilla that he remembered so well. Truthfully, he was not use to his stalker being so distance and cold, Mitobe would have never miss the chance to call him by his first name, not with permission from the Skylark himself. Hibari understood some actions that his future self did, but were they the same reason? He doubt Mitobe knew why he refused to say his name. A stupid and childish reason but a reason to him none the less, in some twisted way he felt if he said Mitobe's name, the boy would leave him, just like now. Hibari felt by saying Mitobe's name he'll be severing the invisible chain he had on the boy, and he simply was not ready with loosing someone who held dedication to him for two whole years, and even if the Mitobe he knew now was cold to him and every time he opened his mouth the Skylark wanted to beat him up, Mitobe was still Mitobe and that brat was still his dog and he REFUSE to lose this easily.
"It's useless..." Mitobe warned.
"I'LL BEAT YOU TO THE EXTREME!"
"You've already lost..."
Ryohei in a fit of anger threw the chest board against the fall ruining their oh so friendly game of chest. The males were taking a small break from trying to unlock their boxes, Ryohei decided to entertain the illusionist for the time being and so far he have lost and this was their third match, each ended the exactly the same way, with the chest board and pieced thrown to the wall.
"AGAIN!"
"But Ryohe-"
"AGAIN TO THE EXTREME!"
"...Okay!"
Precisely twenty-eight minutes later the board headed to the wall again.
"I WON!"
"No I won."
"BUT IT WAS MY MOVE!"
"But I had more pieces."
"BUT OLDER MITOBE!"
"...I'm going...To...Uh...Go get food...So. Excuse me."
The sun guardian let out a loud shout demanding another round which was ignored by the older Mist Flame user. The older Ryohei had no trouble playing with him but age come with experience even though the chest board being thrown to the wall was still a normal event, it took more then about thirty minutes. Mitobe was trying to avoid his room for a while, just until the sleeping monster leaves and give him back his bed, the Mist illusionist headed to the kitchen to seethe girls hard at work, preparing food for the Guardians during their break no doubt.
"Hello ladies~" Mitobe greeted Kyoko and Haru, the two turned to him excitedly giving a small smile and a hello before returning to work.
"Are you hungry Mitobe?" Haru asked as she washed her hands with water.
"Ah~ Yes I am. Please give me food." He joked. The girls giggle cutely and Kyoko gave him three small sandwiches and a cup of lemonade.
"Thank you ladies~" Mitobe sent a playful smile before exiting the kitchen and returning to his room, he was gone for two hours, that should be enough time for the Skylark to leave right? Haha wrong, that fucker is still in there.
Mitobe opened his door and placed the plate and cup on his work table walking over to the bed, the Prefect was passed out on his bed curled up in the covers.
"...He slept in my bed with his shoes on..." Mitobe mumbled that was a pet peeve of his, also that and wearing shoes without socks...
Mitobe scratched behind his head and poked the sleeping Prefect who by instinct pulled the older man's wrist pulling him down and held the man down by sitting on his stomach and pressed a tonfa to his neck. Mitobe looked up at the boy on top of him glaring harshly, "Get the hell off me!"
"Herbivore you interrupted my sleep."
"Well excuse me, who fell asleep in MY bed?"
"Irrelevant. You woke me."
"This is my room."
Hibari didn't say anything but he did loosen the pressure on his deadly weapon allowing Mitobe to breath again, the older male cough a bit before siting up wiping away the access saliva on his lip. Hibari was sitting in Mitobe's lap and unlike the Prefect who was unfazed by it Mitobe was red with embarrassment, in a weak voice he shyly asked the younger boy to get off. Hibari tilted his head not seeing anything wrong with their current position, he use to top him all the time in a nonsexual way when fighting to pin the smaller one down. In the end he took too long and Mitobe brutally shoved Hibari off and cleared his throat awkwardly.
"That was uncalled for. Personal space..."
"You're growing to easy to fluster Herbivore."
"Fuck off."
"Profanity."
"I don't care."
Mitobe got off the bed and straightened his shirt walking over to the table and grabbed a sandwich biting into it.
"You know, you have your own room in YOUR part of the base right?"
"I am aware."
"Then get out and leave me alone."
"Blunt."
"Annoying."
"Herbivore."
"Arrogant."
"Flustered."
"Irritating."
"Stalker."
"Brat."
"Loyal."
Mitobe didn't say anything after that, loyal? Out of anything the Skylark choose to say that.
"Get out."
"Herbi-"
"GET OUT." Mitobe pointed at the door, his voice growing frustrated. Hibari didn't back down he got off the bed and step forward to the older man with an equally vicious glare.
"You need to stop avoiding your issues."
"I'm not! I'm avoiding you!"
"And what does that tell you?"
Mitobe kept quiet, Hibari pushed Mitobe against the wall and placed his hands on the Illusionist's neck holding him in place, Mitobe held Hibari's wrist lessening the pain.
"I know you more than you think Mutt, you don't think I know when you're lying? When you're bothered, your annoying habits and how you avoid your problems? You run away from them, and let me tell you, you are not hard to read."
"Heh, funny how someone once told me that too."
"Herbivore. How long do you plan to hold a grudge on me for something that I haven't even done yet?"
"You already have Hibari. We aren't from the same time...You made your point when we decided to build out walls. There are boundaries for reasons, and right now you are over stepping more than just one of them."
Hibari tightened his grip and Mitobe winced adding more pressure to the wrists holding him in place.
" Face it Hibari, you would never feel bad for what you did. You have too much pride, and frankly I have lost all motivation to play your games any further."
" I trusted that you could read me better."
"Trust is something that can easily be erased."
"How long do you plan to wallow in your self pity?"
"Until you leave me alone."
"I am not the Hibari of this time, you have no reason to be mad at me."
"I have all the reason."
"You've been avoiding me."
"Who wouldn't? I should have never bother following you that first day Hibari Kyoya."
"And why do you regret meeting me?"
"You're a cold hearted bastard who doesn't care for someone's feelings."
"You never answered my question for earlier."
"I answered many others."
"I don't need to."
Mitobe kicked Hibari in the gut sending the younger boy back and crashing to the ground. The Prefect got out his tonfas and Mitobe reached for his switchblade and drew it out. Metal clashed on metal, Mitobe defended himself while the Prefect was attacking with raw anger. Their positions were switched and Hibari was up against the wall, switchblade dangerously close to his neck and the user frowning with eyes growing with deep irritation.
"You know why I hate seeing you? You know why it annoys me to see you? Because seeing you just bring back nothing but bad memories for me. I don't care what you want to do, but stay away from me. Because every time I see you...The sixteen years old version of you...It hurts...It hurts badly...I feel like I can't breath and my head starts spinning. Do you know why? Because every time I see your face...I feel like I'm falling in love with you all over again. I can't take being rejected another time..." Mitobe dropped his knife and rested his head on Kyoya's shoulder, his hands grabbed the fabric of the Skylark's shirt desperately. His voice weak and small as he was struggling to get his words out. Hibari was actually shocked, he didn't expect this, had he ever thought Mitobe was in love with him? He didn't think about it that way, even after spending so much time together that thought never even cross his mid. The Prefect's face was red and flustered, the only confession he got was from Nori and he rejected her, he was certain he had no romantic feelings for her, but for Mitobe be wasn't even sure. He could feel his heart beating faster and he was starting to feel hot with all the heat flowing to his cheek, in all his live he have never felt so conflicted. What was he suppose to do? Wrap his arms around him? He didn't know how to comfort people, he lacked social skills, people that hung around him were all either too stupid to realize their own fate or incredibly loyal, if so, where did Mitobe fit in?
"I keep chasing you and chasing you, but you keep pushing me away...I can feel it...I can feel it right now...I feel myself falling in love with you all over again, but the worst part...Is that you aren't you...you are not the Kyoya of this time, which makes it harder. So what do you want for me to do? I can't keep chasing a bird who wants to be free and fly in the sky while I am permanently stuck on the ground... I know you'll never return my feelings...So I gave up..."
Mitobe pulled himself off the smaller boy, his face platonic and all traces of the weakness were gone from both his body language and voice as he spoke " You were probably expecting something like that right? Sorry, but to be honest, right now all you do is annoy me. So get out."
Hibari was shocked by the sudden change of personality, he was still stunned from the confession, but to top it off with the declaration of lying and being shoved out of the bedroom. He stared at the door slightly eye wide, he noticed that his shoulder was wet, there were tear stains on them, even if the Informant said that he lied...He wouldn't have cried...He cried. Hibari have never seen the boy cry, not when he got beat up, not when his parents got divorced, not when he had to move cities, not when he had to move to Italy. Not ever, this was the first time the Prefect ever even came close to seeing the Mutt showed any tears. Somehow, even if Hibari couldn't see Mitobe's face or eyes at the time, he could tell what he said was not a lie, he finally admitted something truthfully after all these years, something that mattered to the Reporter, something that actually let the Prefect see him in his weakest moment. Have he hurt the younger boy he knew so much more than he thought? He never did consider Mitobe's feelings that much, the fourteen year old dedicated his time to him, his loyalty, his trust. How many times have he accidentally hurt the younger boy without him noticing? How many time have the boy brush it aside and forgive him blindly? Hibari spared one last look at the door before leaving, he needed to clear his head and being confine in an underground base was not the place to do it.
Mitobe sank to the ground his head buried in his arms with his knees pulled to his chest. He slightly regretted telling Hibari that he was lying, he finally said something about how he felt, and the vulnerable side of him took over and smoothly lied his way out. He should have admitted how he felt, it's not like he could have done anything to change what already happened, the sixteen year old Hibari would return to the bast leaving him with his much colder future self and they would go back to being normal. Nothing would change...
Mitobe was a compulsive liar, he lies about just everything to protect himself, but it almost never work so he wondered why do I bother in the first place, but you can't take back something you say. There is so reset button, no undo button. Everything was confusing and it annoyed him, how badly did he want to tell Kyoya how he truly feel, how desperate was he to finally let the things that were bothering him off his chest? Mitobe covered his eyes with his hand and wiped away the leftover tears, he got up and walked over to his closet, inside copies of various math books ranging from linear algebra, combinatorics, differential equations, real analysis, to complex analysis. He haven't worked in any of these since his family's passing. Most of them were covered in dust while others torn and hardcovers nearly falling off. Distraction, distraction, that's what he needed, and as always, this was Masato Mitobe's way of avoiding his problems.
No one really worried about him when he missed dinner, no one really cared when he missed breakfast, but every one noticed when he didn't come out of his room after lunch, Mitobe never missed lunch. It didn't matter how much work he had to finish he showed up and eat with his friends, it didn't matter how tire he was he still showed up and no matter how half asleep he came. But when he didn't Tsuna came to check up on him to find that the door was shut and locked they tried talking to him but all they heard was the sound of pencil scribbling on paper. Gokudera volunteered to pick lock the door but Gianinni opened it using the security system for the base, they were certain he was in there but all they saw was an empty room. Yamamoto suggested that he may need sometime alone to gather his thoughts or something, understanding the Reporter's action like always.
It was the person he's least expect to come and visit, she came into the room and closed the door with a tray of food in hand. Chrome. The quiet and small girl who usually was seen alone too shy to associate with anyone else. She placed the food on the floor in front of him shyly before backing away, Mitobe had papers scattered all around him, books were piled on top of each other and most of them she couldn't even make out since the letters were fading. The male illusionist looked like he haven't had a good night sleep at all, the Informant neglected her presence and continued to work on his many math problems, the girl unobtrusively sat down next to the boy quietly not muttering a single word.
Wow! A lot of stuff happened in this chapter...I am so sorry. Mitobe confessed his feelings in a rather strange way and it will play into parts later, promise. Did I butchered anyone? I bet I killed Hibari huh...? I do not have much to say so...Review time! Hope I didn't disappoint. THIS HAVE NOT BEEN EDIT, I WILL DO IT TOMORROW BECAUSE IT'S MORNING WHERE I AM...Holy cow.
Review time~!
Dood: Well...it sort of back fired...I know how you feel, Uggg I want Mitobe to die so badly in a good way~! I hope I have meet your expectation~
Bored411:Hahaha, it sort of work and sort of didn't question is, how will he react to the younger Mitobe when they meet~ ;)
PuppetPrince: How about now? :D
Xejis: Really? I felt like I might have rushed the fight scene. But oh well, yes he does dress up like a lady...He's still pretty small so...Wooo...Go Mitobe, little cross-dresser...I think he prefers cosplay, because he's a geek. Yes! The twins are in the Mafia~ They'll have to talk about that later...Fufufu I was thinking of making another story for Leo, I have some notes for him so maybe, maybe~ Don't know if it'll be a pairing yet, but maybe he'll just be there watching. They're getting better right? I mean...he kind of confessed...maybe... That's why Mitobe needs to die, because Hibari needs to see that some people are going to be easier to kill than others compared to him. I'm a bit of a sadist too, no worries~ OvO I'm glad I haven't killed Hibari yet, though I might of have in this chapter. I agree, I'll tell you now, they'll play a big part when they get older in here~ No spoilers! O3O I loved it when I-pin gave Chrome some food and she took it and I was like TFRTYUIR KILL ME NOW SO CUTE. But I do agree~
Onepiecefan202: Did I ruin it now~? ;D Huh? Did I? Did I? I'm glad you liked it.
HalcyonNight: He knows no bound alright. Yeah Mitobe's not going to change :I He's in denial... They did talk about his feelings...slightly...and then he lied and kicked Hibari out...*FRIENDSHIP!* I'll check out your stories tomorrow! It's a bit late at night right now :) But I'll defiantly make time to read your wonderful stories especially the Ryohei one! I'm so glad you're trying! Mitobe's theme song would be about Hibari -v- They confessed...I think. oh well...You know slightly, they'll do it for real later. Definitely a mafia cat lady...that makes me laugh though...But yes! Mitobe will keep trying~ O3O He has to he has no choice. Looking forward to your story! He's totally a responsible adult, he's still a virgin...so...wow...lame...No kidding kidding. He's waiting for the right person. I really want to write his death scene~ Hnnn~! He's still slightly devoted...I think. No spoilers. But I've been brainstorming about his death lately~ No spoilers~ ;) Nori will help soon enough, she alwaaaaays do...against Mitobe's will but that's friendship. Chrome ...unsure about her pad doesn't have those squiggles but you have to be careful with your spelling...or else you might misspell, so I am never using it. Let's start off with a small Hibird hat...I put a Ryohei scene in here for you! QwQ Small but he's there!Me personally I think I would prefer a gun, I don't like fighting at close range since I'm a scardy cat, but Mitobe wouldn't have the muscles to use a chainsaw, it'll also make him slower and it would be a pain to carry one everywhere~ Fufufu I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Pcheshire:I will try to make it awesome! I promise! Wooo! I hope you enjoy this chapter ^u^
Potentialism: I love how you said slave...MITOBE IS FREE MAN! No not really...he's...in the Mafia...so...Hehe. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter~
THANK YOU FOR YOUR REVIEWS! THEY FUEL ME! we are ten away from getting 100 reviews in this story! You know what that mean? when we get to a hundred I'll give you something special~ With out ruining the plot of course but a bit of fluff in this sea of angst.