Spring Winds;
Omake.

A/N: This is the Valentines' day special. They're all pretty fluffy. Nothing too big. From whatever request I got, I kind of filled in the missing details and bent it my way. Sorry if it didn't turn out exactly like you imagined it. Even though I probably don't have to, just reminding you that NOTHING here affects the actual story line in any way. This was just for fun! So uh, hope you guys enjoy. Have a good Valentines day, or just day in general. :)
Centered italics = questions / interview kind of thing. From me.
Also for the children's names, don't mind it too much. As for the girls, they are named after flowers like the rest of women in Sakura's family.

And no more fillers. I've been working on the next chapter, it should be out soon!

Reminder: My new story, Shards of a Broken Mirror is up so please check it out if you're interested!

How would Sakura react to an OOC Hibari? All nice and smiley LOL. And what would she prefer?!

"If Hibari was OOC, would you like to meet him?"

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe you'd like him?"

I frowned. "Out of character? Different how?"

"Well you'll see. Come on in!"

I parted my lips, a question formed at my mouth. But it was interrupted by the oncoming footsteps. Hibari walked up to me, stoic expression. Same old uniform, slightly messy hair, gray eyes. I raised an eyebrow.

"Sakura," he called my name. My name. For once my name wasn't herbivore. I felt my eyes widened as I stared at him. Not to mention the shiver that ran up my spine from hearing it.

"What."

"Sakura, I've missed you," he smiled. HE SMILED. And he missed me?

Oh my god. This was… disgusting. "Who the heck are you?" I glared.

He feigned a hurt expression. "You're being mean."

"Oh god. Stop talking, please stop," I backed away.

He put his hand out. I looked up from that to his pout. He was pouting.

Who was this man and what did he do to Hibari? Oh this is such a terrible joke. He's still pouting. Like a little puppy. I mean it is kind of c-

Hibari is not a little puppy. I took a few steps back.

"Won't you hug me? Like before?" He smiled softly, pulling me onto his arm for a gentle embrace. So he has Hibari's scent. But okay that's it.

This was too weird. I pushed him away softly. I turned around and attempted to run away. Attempted. Because not before long, I slammed into something. Or rather someone.

"Herbivore. For not watching where you are going-"

Oh. The frown, the glaring, the furrowed eyebrows.

This was Hibari. THIS is Hibari.

"Hibari!" I called ever so happily. He raised an eyebrow and whatever his face looked like after that, I did not know. My arms flung around this man's neck.

"What-"

"Hibari, threaten to beat me up."

"Herbivore, you've definitely lost it. But I'll grant you your death wish and bite you to death. Especially since…" he pushed me away at arm's length. "You're clinging onto me. If you get close to me again I'll- What are you smiling at?" he frowned deeper. Wow, this was so right. I never realized how strange it'd be if Hibari was nice. It wasn't like I liked Hibari's personality but I definitely liked him this way.

I laughed and shook my head. "Nothing."

Sakura being 6 years older than Hibari. Knew him when he was a child until he's older, when maybe...feelings?

"Kyoya," I called out. I started to feel the worry rise up in me. "Kyoya, where are you?" I frowned, checking the living room. But no little black haired kid. "KYOYA," I yelled.

I walked around the house until I noticed the back door slightly open. I ran outside and found the seven year old sitting on the patio, swinging his legs back and forth. I exhaled out of relief. "Kyoya, my god. You scared me. What are you doing?" I walked over to him and sat down beside him. He had a book in his hand.

He looked up at me with a frown. "So noisy."

Oh, this little brat. I don't get paid enough for this. "What are you reading?" I tried. But as a middle schooler, this baby sitting job gets decent money.

He watched me for a moment before closing the book, showing the cover. "It's about herbivores and carnivores."

"...Ah… That's quite the book. Where did you get that?" I asked.

"School book sale," he grumbled. "You herbivore." Oh god. This kid was definitely going to grow up to be antisocial and mean.

"Herbivore? What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're weak." And most likely, a bully.

"Oh? Oh ho ho. You little-" I balled my hand into a fist and pretended to punch his head lightly.

He glared up at me with a pout. He could be pretty cute, to be honest. "And what does that make you, hm?" I questioned with a teasing grin.

"A carnivore, obviously." He stood up with his large book and walked inside.

"Kyo- Ugh." This kid just does whatever he wants. I followed him quickly, found him in the living room. His short little form trying to tuck the book back into the shelf much taller than him. "Need help?"

He turned around, glaring at me. "No, you old lady."

Old lady?! "Fine then, do it yourself." I stood there, watching him struggle. I sighed. Stubborn little kid. Then again, I was stubborn too.

That was when the mess started to unfold. He was tiptoed and swayed, knocking into the book case. Fuck.

"Shit, Kyoya!" I yelled as I hovered over him, the books hitting my back one by one. But that wasn't my huge concern.

I shut my eyes. The sound of glass breaking.

I opened it slowly and saw that the vase landed beside us. I let go of the breath I didn't realize I was holding. I released the kid to see that he was stunned and that there was a tear brimming at the corner of his gray eyes. "Are you okay?" I smiled gently, brushing the tear out of his eyes.

He made a hmph noise and turned away quickly. "Thanks," he mumbled ever so quietly.

I nodded and pulled him in for a hug. That pout was irresistible. "I'm glad you're okay, you little punk."

{ ... }

I groaned as the sun beat down on me. It was not a day to be wearing mostly black but I just came out of work so I was dressed in a black blazer, white button up, black pencil skirt, brown tights. Geez. The heat was getting to me. Not to mention I was late enough not to go go without breakfast. Busy enough to not have had lunch. Procrastinated enough to not eat dinner yesterday night. I just transferred to this branch, back to this town. There was a lot on my plate. Basically I was starving. Overheating. Hungry. And exhausted.

And I'm starting to get dizzy. I took a step down onto the sidewalk, making my way to the kid's house. I had to check up on him after all-

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

I turned my head around to the honking noise but my eyes widened. Truck. Shit.

It was too late.

I shut my eyes. I hit something hard, knocking a groan out of me.

"Are you stupid?!" I looked up slowly at the deep voice, meeting a pair of grim gray eyes. I blinked out of my dreariness, feeling the tears form at my near death experience. What would have happened to me if he wasn't here? If I wasn't in his arms now? The ones that became sturdier, stronger throughout the years.

"Kyoya," I smiled up at him. It earned me a scoff. He was in a beige blazer over his uniform. Thinner black hair, matured gray eyes. "I'm okay, thanks for asking," I joked. But I had a feeling deep down, he cared. He never showed much emotions anyways.

"Glad you're okay, you old lady," he purposely spoke of such irony, dripping with sarcasm. It made me chuckle slightly despite the fact that I was still shaken up.

"It's your job, right? Since I'm a weak herbivore, you ought to protect me as a carnivore."

"I think you have something wrong there. It's my job to bite you to death," he smirked. "And I was just repaying a debt."

I rolled my eyes sarcastically and ruffled his unkempt black hair. "I missed you, you little punk."

He frowned at the action and words. "I'd say you're the little one." He gripped my shoulder and held me out with extended arms. I smiled at the truth. He was taller than me now despite the unchangeable fact that I was older than him by six years. He should be eighteen now. I haven't seen him in about three years.

"Still, I'd say you're as careless as ever," he grumbled, looking over my head towards the street in disapproval. He didn't bother to glance at me when he spoke again, "No herbivore is ever going to be able to take care of a mess like you."

I felt my eyes widen slightly, my lips parted. Is this some form of affection? Some Hibari Kyoya way of trying to admit to something? "I know," I settled with. "I'll be counting on you," I grinned, tilting my head so I could see his face. He turned to look at me, an unreadable expression. And he scoffed. That was it. But that was how it's been all this time, something that grew on me. Something that lead me back to this town.

Sakura meeting TYL Hibari! Oh. And add TYL Sakura, and Hibari too? Somehow? Maybe a new bazooka invention? XD

There was a loud noise from the other side of the room and I halted, my fingers curled up, knuckles against the door.

"Hibari?" No response. "I'm coming in," I warned before opening the door and entering.

There was no Hibari. Instead there was someone, a man? His back was against me but after I closed the door, he turned around to face me.

My breath was caught in my throat.

"Hn," he smirked. "Sakura."

I gasped. Sakura, he said. This man knew my name. This….. incredibly stunning man, I admitted. I blinked out of my confusion and asked, "Who are you?"

Something lit in his eyes and he took a few steps closer to me. A bit wary, I backed out. "Are you scared of me?" That voice.

I lightly hit the door behind me. I was about to reply but there was nothing I could say. And something about those piercing gray eyes stunned me. And everything else.

Those eyes.

He was dressed in a dark purple dress shirt, black tie, black blazer, black slacks. His unkempt black hair, his sharp features. He looked so mature and….. good looking. Oh dear. There was something wrong with me. Plus this man should be around his twenties. God.

I seemed to lost all ability to do anything but gape at this man now standing before me. Snared and entranced by those eyes. Goodness.

"Breathe, Sakura," he smirked and I felt myself straighten up instinctively. He extended his arm past the side of my head, palm smacking lightly against the wooden door. I glanced away, unable to take the close proximity. We were too close and he was… he was too much.

This scent.

The other hand was brought up quickly, gripping my chin. I gasped and I started to wonder how many shades of red I turned. It must have been quite some because he looked pretty satisfied with teasing me as he tilted my face up.

"Hn." He leaned in closer and I could have sworn my heart was about to jump out of my chest. It was hammering viciously against the walls. Oh, this is so bad for my health. "Are you sure you don't know who I am?" he challenged. His breath tickled me.

"S-Stop," I stuttered in a whisper, obviously flustered. Hand on his chest, attempting to push him back lightly.

Then another loud noise came from behind us. The man let go of my chin but his arm was still extended out. He turned his head over to the cloud of pink smoke. Then there was a sound of heeled footsteps before the person was visible.

A woman. "Kyoya," she called out. Long pink hair, light brown eyes. White button up blouse, black bow, black blazer, black pencil skirt, high heels. Not to mention, she could pass as my sister. "Stop teasing me, will you?" her lightly pink glossed lips formed a smirk as she walked over to us.

"Hn," he returned her smirk. "You followed me?"

She shrugged. "Let's go back, you're suffocating the poor thing."

Suffocating? Well- Well yeah.

I heard him scoff before he let go, walking up to her with one hand in his pocket. God. I think I just found another weakness.

I felt myself let go of a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I relaxed and took a few steps away from the door. I'm pathetic. What was that about?

The two of them jumped out the window and I didn't even bat an eyelash. There were way too many strange occurrences happening. Right on cue, the door opened up. Hibari walked in and as he found me, his whole set of negative facial expressions appeared.

"Herbivore. What are you doing in my office without my permission? I'll bite you to death." I found myself way more conscious about his eyes, I could barely look into them. I was still incredibly flustered. And embarrassed. I pursed my lips as I remembered the close proximity of that man. The one that looked like him. This punk.

"Hibari…. Hibari, you idiot!" I yelled at his shocked expression as I ran out of the room, lightly ramming into his shoulder on my way out.

Sakura married to Takeshi! Has to be cute. Oh, and children. And a cat named Dibbles (A/N: it died so it wasn't mentioned.)

It was around ten o'clock. I walked out of the bathroom after I showered and changed, still having a towel over my head. I attempted to dry my hair with the towel, ruffling it. My hair was short now so it was a lot easier to take care of and I didn't have to spend twenty minutes brushing it. I had on one of his light blue button ups, clearly too long for me so it reached past mid thigh.

I strolled out of the bedroom; my destination was the kitchen. I was craving some tea. That was when I saw the very familiar back of black spiky hair, the broad shoulders visible from over the couch in the living room. I walked over and threw my arms around him, leaning my head over to the side of his.

"Hey," he greeted with a grin, turning his head to face me.

"Takeshi," I smiled. "You're back."

"Yeah," he replied. He smiled softly as his hand snaked up to my hair, running his fingers through the short strands. "Hm. I miss your long hair," he mumbled.

"I do too," I admitted quietly. Around almost ten years ago, I cut my hair short. To my shoulders to be exact. I must have removed about over twenty inches.

"Then-"

"It's okay. It's convenient like this," I smiled and he nodded slowly. "Plus, the kids would pull my hair," I frowned. I stood up straight and put my hands onto his shoulders. "Shall I give you a massage?"

He hummed. "That'd be nice."

I proceeded to give him a massage, hoping to relax him. He was always working so hard. Coming home so tired, so late. I frowned at the thought. He deserved more relaxation, a less demanding job.

After a few minutes, he chuckled softly and pulled my arm, leading me over to him.I walked over the side of the couch and sat down beside him. His nose nuzzled my hair and I rested my head into the crook of his neck. "I've missed you," I said, my hand snaking into his much larger one which was placed on his lap.

"I missed you too," he mumbled as our fingers entwined, giving my hand a squeeze.

I leaned back and tilted my head up, smiling at him. He returned the favor and pressed his forehead against mine.

But we pulled apart. There was a creak in the wood. I turned around to the doorway to see my little girl and boy holding hand in hand.

"Shion. Shiro," I stood up and walked over to them and knelt down. "What's wrong?"

"Shiro had a nightmare," she explained. He sniffled. I patted his black hair and smiled at him. I looked up at Takeshi.

He smiled gently as he walked over, picking up the little boy. His hands under the boy's armpits, lifting him up to the ceiling. He chuckled as he spun him around. "How about daddy tell you a story instead?"

He giggled from the excitement and the playful act. "Story!"

Shion walked over and tugged on Takeshi's pants. "I want to hear a story too. The one about the princess and the prince," she smiled.

"Of course. That's my favorite too," he chuckled and looked over at me with a goofy grin.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes jokingly. Takeshi always told them a story of a "princess" and a "prince". But it was really just our story.

But that's okay. It was sweet that way and it made me smile. Because I got to hear his side of it, his interpretation. The way he fell in love. Not like it differed much from mine anyways.

Perhaps there was too much flowers, rainbows, and sunshine. Oh and horses. But I suppose it really was magical, all together.

I want to see Hibari as a father! And ofc with Sakura LOL Also what she thinks?

"What do you think Hibari would be like if he was a father?"

"W-what kinda question is that?" I pursed my lips. "Uh... Protective, I think. And he would definitely teach them unnecessary things," I nodded in approval at my own thought. "Violent things," I mumbled more to myself.

"And what would the children be like?"

"...Mostly obedient? And violent... And they would probably turn rebellious at some point," I frowned.

"And what if you were the mother?"

"What."

It was a warm sunny day, a peaceful one in the Hibari household. My eyes were closed as my head rested against his slender neck. He was reading a book out on the patio and I enjoyed just being by his side. These were the types of days I valued most, pretty rare due to his busy work schedule. I was immersed in the tranquil noises coming from shishi-odoshi and the chimes of Hibird when….

A storm emerged.

"MOM, TELL HIM," the light gray eyes she inherited from her father glared at me for help. But it was all in vain. She ruffled her red hair in annoyance.

I shrugged with a smile. "I can't do anything about it, sorry. You know how your dad is." I was a terrible mother who admit to watching the amusing scene unfold in front of her eyes. I was idly turning around the symbol of commitment on my ring finger.

She gaped at me unbelievably and turned back to her futile attempts. He was watching her with a small frown, his arms folded under the yukata sleeves. "No means no. Plus, he's a herbivore."

"What does that even mean?!" She gestured, waved around the air with frustration. "Father, you can't just keep me from having a boyfriend for my ENTIRE LIFE."

He raised an eyebrow. "Yes I can."

Oh sweetie, he really could.

"FATHER- UGHHHHHHHH. YOU'RE SO UNREASONABLE!" She yelled, storming out of the room with the slam of a door. "TONFA HOLDING WEIRDO."

"Tsubaki-" I called out. But it was too late. Tonfa holding weirdo. He is, isn't he?

She hardly defied her father but when she did, she was incredibly stubborn about it. And I had a hard time from which of she got that from. Probably both.

He sighed and ran his slender fingers through his unkempt black hair. "She gets her insults from you," he grumbled. I am offended. My insults were great. This bird taming meanie.

I laughed softly as I walked over to him, placing my hand on his chest. "It's okay, if it makes you feel better... you're a handsome tonfa holding weirdo," I offered with a playful grin.

He scoffed but ended with a smirk. "Wao," he said sarcastically.

I suppose it's time for me to try in place of my poor daughter. "Aren't you being too strict?"

"I refuse. She's going to get herself hurt and then she's going to turn into a herbivore." He was very protective. The type of father that would not trust his daughter to any fellow until the day he died. Completely unreasonable but I loved that about him.

"You mean she's going to be sad," I corrected. He frowned at me. "She has to learn on her own."

"No."

He was always so stubborn and strict with it came to our child- Okay, well he was like that in general. But that's why I already saw it coming. Plus it made him five times cuter that way. In a weird way. I felt bad for our child though.

"You want her to be alone for the rest of her life?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I don't mind." He stared at me with a deadpan expression, mind unwavering. Oh how I love those gray eyes. I'm so glad our child inherited it.

"Tsubaki. In love, longing, waiting." His eyes furrowed in distaste. "Her name, I mean. A camellia. It's in her name."

"You're the one that named her," he grumbled.

I smiled, suppressing a laugh. True. "And you're the one that taught her."

"What about it?"

"Kyoya."

"He's weak."

"Kyoya, everyone's weak compared to you," I smiled and tiptoed, pecking him on the cheek. He scoffed and glanced away in silent agreement. "And that means she can kick his ass. You taught her well."

He smirked at that comment.

"Plus, she's sixteen."

"She's sixteen," he repeated with equal emphasis. Both of us for different reasons.

"I'm going to tell her she can go on that date," I said as I pulled away. His lips parted.

He already had his way with one of our children, Kyosuke, who was a bully at his middle school. The thought just makes me sigh. Kyoya taught him way too well. Not to mention he was a mini little Kyoya, except with my light brown eyes. A shame, I'd say.

"I said-"

"Come out for dinner later. I'll be making your favorite, hamburger steak," I bribed, placing a hand on his cheek. He frowned at being interrupted.

"Oy-"

"I was glad I took the risk of getting hurt," I grinned as him before turning around, walking out of the room. It really was risky. The inexpressive Hibari, refusing to be anything but impassive. But there was something about him. Till this day, it is hard to describe. All I can say is that I never regretted taking this risk, for this man. Because there weren't simple smiles, words, actions. There didn't need to be. He had his own way and I'm okay with it. Loved it along with every part of him that makes him who he was. Plus, he has always protected me and now, I can trust that he'll protect my children.

"I wasn't weak," I heard a small mumble before I shut the door. I rolled my eyes despite the smile.

Hmm. How about vampire Sakura falling in love with human Takeshi? The rest is up to you hehe.

Cold. Everything was cool to my touch. I knew not of warmth, never experienced such a thing.

I lived my life in complete solitary, above the town on a hill. Far away from everyone else. Much, much far away. I resided in an old gothic styled mansion. I was so isolated and the fact that I did everything to keep people away, they started making rumors about me.

Saying it was haunted by ghosts. Rude, that wasn't true.

Saying there was some witch. Disgusting, they irked me.

Saying I was a vampire. But at least they were right about that one.

I was a vampire. I've been walking or flying among the Earth for about two hundred years. And in these two hundred years, I am disgusted by humans. I hated them, they probably hated me too. They think I'm out for their distasteful blood but they couldn't be more wrong. I'm not interested in something so unsanitary and I didn't need it either.

I never visit town unless for some desperate dire reason. No one dared to go up here most of the time. Sometimes I would get some stupid kids who make some stupid bet. But I would scare them off.

And then there was him.

This goofy, smiling dumb kid that comes almost once or more a week now. Ever since he managed to catch a glimpse of me during an act of carelessness. I was standing at the window, in a spot where no one normally caught. But he was sharper. He saw me and I ducked after that.

Every week he would come. So much that I started to memorize his face, the spiky black hair, and the gentle brown eyes. He tossed pebbles at my window as if this was some pathetic Romeo and Juliet romance. He didn't seem to get it. I would not show up. Well, I would hide behind the curtains but he was persistent. He kept coming back.

It had been a month now. I tried my best to scare him off but nothing seemed to ward him away. Perhaps all he had was that goofy grin, no brain. Today, I had enough. I had a migraine and I wasn't about to deal with a bunch of pebbles flung at my window. Today, I appeared at the front door at the same time he always showed up. 6 o'clock in the evening, when the sun was set. To me, that was the ideal time anyways. Not that it should matter.

His eyes widened as he saw me, he was practically gaping. I'm starting to think he regretted ever trying to mess with me. That my appearance alone was going to send him running. Perhaps I should've just showed him my face instead of all those tactics.

But instead, his airhead broke through with another goofy grin. All smiles when he spoke up, "You finally show me your face again."

I scoffed, my arms crossed at my chest. "Regret it already?" It had been a century since a human has last seen me.

"No. You're beautiful," he smiled as if he didn't just say something embarrassing. I'm pretty sure my pale complexion gained a bit of color from his comment. I wanted to shy away, wished I wore something more than this plain black maxi dress.

"Go away, kid. Or you'll get hurt."

He hummed in thought but then shook his head. "I want to be your friend," he held out his hand.

I raised my eyebrow. "You don't know what you're dealing with."

He smiled at me but his expression grew serious. "I don't care."

And from then on, I knew from those determined brown eyes that I would not be able to shake him off. And from then on, he started visiting more frequently. More days, almost every day. He stayed longer. He actually came inside. He pestered me. Said unnecessary things.

He brought in warmth. One that I started to associate with those goofy smiles. He was like a ray of sunshine in which was in my nature to hate. But there was something about him. And suddenly the sun didn't seem so bad.