TIMESKIP!188659 & 2795 SHORT-STORY - AFTERMATH ISSUES

Suggested by: Mikurinlenkagamine

Topic: Jealousy over Hibari | Theme: Fluff / Humour / 2795

Timeline: Future Canon | Age Gap: +1~2 years (suggested by Kiku Nakamura)

SLAAAM. The door of the Disciplinary Committee Office slams furiously open.

"Noisy..." Hibari clicks his tongue with annoyance, barely sparing a blasé glance for the one still standing at the door.

"Ahiii? G-Gokudera-san...?" Haru reacts, her tone both surprised and concerned at seeing him panting heavily from having run back from the other end of the town.

"Huf huf... the 10th is...? Those g-guys...?" Gokudera glances at Hibari while holding onto the door frame to keep his balance, his physical condition looking quite bad after the different fights he has gone through that afternoon.

"If you mean the challengers, I warned Sawada that I'd be wiping them away if he weren't going to do it himself. They were a threat to the discipline in Namimori." Hibari coolly answers, completely unruffled by his own threatening words and sitting composedly on the sofa with arms crossed in front of his chest, "But I didn't call you here to crowd around. Just do me the favour of picking 'that' up already and leave."

And Hibari gives a knowing glance to 'that' which happens to be sitting in the second sofa in front of him.

"Hibari-san..." Haru pouts shyly, a little annoyed to be called 'that' but not daring to voice her complaint... at least not when she is clinging uneasily to his jacket wrapped around her nude shoulders.

GRAB. Gokudera's dumbfounded eyes barely make contact with the topless silhouette that Haru is precipitately lifted from the sofa by his hands and placed on his back piggy-back style in an instant.

Less than a second later, dynamite is pulled out of his vest, lit up and directed at Hibari.

"YOU DAMN...! What did you do to her?!" Gokudera roars angrily, sparks of resentment flying around him as he glares at Hibari.

"Ooh? The nerves you have to pull these things out in my office... Fine. If you seem so eager, let me bite you to death." Hibari smirks shadowingly while pulling out his tonfas and taking the stance in front of Gokudera.

"W-Wait, WAIT YOU STUPIDS! Don't fight! Misunderstanding-desu! Hibari-san helped me! He was the one who protected me! So don't fight him!" Haru's voice interrupts loudly into the surrounding chaos, freezing Gokudera on his feet and making Hibari click his tongue with a slightly annoyed sigh.

Gokudera's green eyes widen as he tries to process what he has just heard.

That damn Hibari... protected her...

An acidic bitter taste spreads between Gokudera's clenched teeth at the thought.

Damn... How could that happen...

~FLASHBACK~ A COUPLE HOURS BEFORE

"If you dare touch her again, I swear on the name of the Vongola that you'll regret it." Tsuna in hyper-dying-will mode was staring down at his opponents, Kyoko now safe behind him after he had saved her from the hands of the enemy.

"T-Tsuna-kun, they got Haru-chan too and, sob sob..." Kyoko was trying her best to stop trembling but was unable to stop clinging to his shoulder, shaken by the rough treatment of the group of yakuzas who had ambushed them during shopping to lure the Vongola Guardians out for a fight.

"I'll get her back. I'll get everyone back, so everything is fine. You're safe now. You have to trust me." Tsuna had coolly answered, his gloved hand coming to rest on top of Kyoko's hand to calm her.

"... I trust you." Kyoko had smiled while swallowing back her dwelling tears, her fingers coming to play for a brief second with Tsuna's before gently pushing his hand away to let him get ready for the fight, not a single tear left in her trusting eyes.

"Sawada." A distant silhouette on a roof edge had interrupted the show-down and called for everyone's attention.

"Hibari-san." Tsuna's eyes had narrowed.

"I already asked for you to take care of this kind of mess. They are a threat to the discipline in Namimori." Hibari had quietly stated with cold glances for the group of enemies.

"I haven't forgotten." Tsuna had nodded seriously and confidently.

"Hmmm. Then I suppose it would be no hassle to help you look for that missing herbivore of your little crowd while you do your job." Hibari had finally sighed after a couple seconds of poised reflexion.

SWIISH. And he had lightly jumped off the roof, swooping down two yakuzas with a twirl of tonfas while landing with agility, before serenely turning heels and walking away, the pans of his jacket fluttering side and side of his shoulders.

"B-Boss, which one?"

"F***, the Vongola brat is more important! Everyone on him!" A myriad of guns were pointed at Tsuna and Kyoko, ready for fire.

"As if..." Tsuna's eyes were burning of orange-gold while his fingers were taking the shape of a square.

Meanwhile, at some distance of the main fight:

"I said let gooooo!" Haru was shouting while struggling under the grip of another group of yakuzas.

"Tsk, this damn little b*tch! She sure can run for a brat!"

"Gnnh, don't underestimate a gymnast!" Haru had thundered while stepping on her holder's foot, pinning both heels in his stomach and throwing her entire body in a front salto loop, her feet thoroughly stepping all over her oppressor before landing safely on the ground again, her jacket all tangled by the stunt away from her arms and around the yakuzas wrists again.

"C-CATCH HER!"

"Kyaah!" But one among them was faster than her, and Haru could only hush a painful scream when he had clenched his fingers in her shirt, dragging her backwards.

Haru had fought back and struggled like crazy, but it had only caused the yakuza to pull on the fabric of her blouse more and more.

RIIIIIP. SNAAAP.

"C-crap..." The yakuzas themselves didn't know what to do when the buttons of Haru's blouse and the hook of her underwear surrendered first in the struggle.

"Kyaaa!" Haru's reaction was much more violent though, and she kicked everything and everyone around while trying to cover herself with her arms and hands.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAAAM.

A second later when she had reopened her eyes, all her assailants were knocked out into a neat pile of beaten corpses on the ground.

"Sigh..." Hibari was standing composedly besides the pile of defeated yakuzas, only one of his tonfas out and his other hand was heading for his own shoulder.

FLAAP. The black jacket adorned by the armband of Namimori's Disciplinary Committee had fluttered in the air like a feathery cloud before landing down onto Haru's shoulders, and before she could raise her eyes towards him, Hibari had already dismissed the matter and was walking away while recovering Hibird on his finger.

"A-ah! Wait for Haru! Wait-desu!"

~END OF FLASHBACK~

Gokudera's frown deepens as he lowers his dynamite and put it away mechanically, lost in thoughts.

That damn Hibari not only assisted the 10th but also protected that Stupid Woman... Just how, why, what has he been doing himself at that time... Just how could he let a little decoy group lure him away from the most important things like that... Not like the Baseball Nut and that Turf Head had seen through it either but how could he just... uselessly... be away...

Gokudera's fist clenches of frustration while his other hand keeps on supporting Haru piggy-back.

"Damn... I'm so useless..." He screeches between his teeth at being unable to vent it out on Hibari anymore.

"Ano, Gokudera-san... Can you let Haru down...? Or can we go already...? Haru would like to put clothes on, you know... Embarrassing-desu..." Haru bends over to mutter to his ear after a couple seconds of uneasy silence.

Gokudera's thoughts freeze instantly.

Clothes...

DOKI. His face turns gradually bright scarlet at remembering nothing but nude skin under Hibari's jacket... and that this nude skin is actually now pressed against his back.

A loose black sleeve of Hibari's uniform vest crosses Gokudera's field of vision, and he suddenly feels pissed to no end at the thought, never minding the usual hormones issue...

"J-j-just tie these closed already, you Stupid Woman!"

"A-ahiii? But Hibari-san said not to crease his jacket."

"Th-th-then just put it on correctly and close the buttons, and..."

"But Hibari-san said not to give weird folds to his jacket."

"TAKE THAT DAMN JACKET OFF, THEN!"

"Ahiii?! N-no way! Embarrassing-desu, pervert-desu!"

Gokudera has snapped and pulled Haru to face his way, much to his demise when he becomes unable to meet her eyes at having a large quantity of skin showing under them between the two sides of Hibari's jacket.

"Haru will just have to wash it carefully before giving it back to Hibari-san, so..."

Why that damn Hibari again...

POF. A furious stubborn scowl later and his own dark red sweater has passed off his shoulders and is dug onto Haru's head wilfully.

"Ahi...?" Haru wonders puzzlingly as the warm hoodie replace the black vest that flutters down to the floor.

"And don't you dare say you prefer that damn guy's jacket, humph..." Gokudera averts his eyes with a blush while helping her roll the oversized sleeves until her wrists.

"A...hi..." Haru blushes despite herself, unable to feel at ease in the soft-yet-smelly jumper for some unknown reason.

At some distance, amidst Hibird's chirming, Hibari is playing with a tonfa, a cold vein bumping on his temple while inwardly counting down until ten, the last ten seconds he's granting the two intruders lost in their own world to scram before he makes them pay for taking so little care of his belongings on top of swarming around for so long.