Under a Clouded Blue

Summary:

"My ambition in life? To conquer the world because destroying the mafia is so last season and I never got around with it the last time anyway…kufufu."

In which Rokudo Mukuro is reborn into a parallel world and finds himself in the position of every other SI/OC. Did he mention Hibari Kyoya being his younger brother?
To hell with what Sepira's spirit has to say about him making sure everyone —even bloody Byakuran— plays the role they did in his previous life. But if that dead woman promises those imported chocolate bonbons from Kawahira's store— "Sure. Why not?"

Featuring the evil mastermind and guardian angel of the canon!character's fates (the hell?): Rokudo Mukuro/Hibari Kuroo.

DISCLAIMER: Amano Akira owns it all. Except the plot and a few characters of course.

A/N: A sort of recap chapter of all the previous chapters, but everything is kinda like in Kyoya's perspective.

23. Special chapter — long overdue of all festivities special edition!

Hibari Kyoya had seen more hate than love during the first years of his birth.

People usually never remember much of their childhood, or even recall how their days were spent as a baby, but the same couldn't really be said for the little demon. One particular memory he could remember as vividly as though it was just yesterday — the sight of stormy bluish-grey eyes staring down at him with an unreadable gaze.

He had barely even been a year old at that time, still in his crib, having to stare at curiously shaped animals dancing above him to keep him entertained until he fell asleep, as he sucked on his binky.

It was a peaceful afternoon.

And that was when he had actually gotten a good glance, for the first time, of that boy with unforgettable eyes: Hibari Kuroo.

(He had only realised much later that said boy was, in fact, his own brother.)

Kyoya had been growing tired of staring at the same old dancing animals, when a head peeked into his crib. His closing steel grey eyes instantly snapped wide open as he observed the newcomer with great interest.

The two were locked in an unblinking stare down.

Hibari Kuroo wasn't a very tall kid at the age of four. He had to drag a short stool, place it before Kyoya's crib and climb up on it to look at the newest nuisance in his life. But he still wasn't tall enough, so he had to resort to standing on the tips of his toes.

Why was he even taking all the effort to do this?

Well, it was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and he had nothing to do.

"You're ugly." Kuroo said as he observed the little demon. Baby fats framed Kyoya's cheeks, giving him a very unintimidating chubby face. Even his eyes, that were supposed to be sharp and slanted, appeared to be very lovely doe-like orbs of steel grey instead. "And adopted."

Kyoya only blinked at the boy's comments while still eyeing him with an eerie concentration.

"Stop that." Kuroo furrowed his brows at the lack of reaction. "It's fuckin' creepy."

The little demon grunted as though in reply.

"Yeah, you dumb baby." Kuroo shook his head, eventually also getting bored of trying to bother his poker face of a brother. "Go to sleep."

And so with that, he hopped off the stool and placed it back where it had originally been.

Hibari Kyoya, however, was alarmed by the sudden disappearance of those stormy bluish-grey eyes. He turned his head to the side, trying to look for the unfamiliar but familiar face. However, there was a thick padding of blankets surrounding him in the crib, and blocking his view.

Hibari Kyoya's face scrunched up.

No! Where did he go!?

In the next second that followed, the binky fell out of Hibari Kyoya's mouth, and a distressed cry escaped his lips.

…

"Kuroo!"

"What!? It wasn't me! I didn't do anything, I swear!"

Kyoya had honestly tried to tell the woman, the one who always held him and fed him, that he wanted to meet that boy with those unforgettable eyes again.

But much to his dismay, despite being able to understand his every need for food or getting a diaper change, she seemed unable to understand his request this time.

"He's being so fussy lately," Hibari Izanami said as she tried to lull her youngest to sleep. "I don't get it. It was always very easy to feed him and get him to go to sleep."

"Could it be because jeune garçon—"

"I can hear you, Tante!" Kuroo exclaimed as he entered the room with an indignant look in his eyes. "I'm telling you, I didn't do anything that day. He just started crying on his own!"

"And I wasn't blaming you," Alison replied, raising her hands as though in surrender.

"But I could hear the implication in your tone!"

Izanami gave a light laugh at the little banter between her cousin and her oldest son. Before she could ask them to stop, however, she paused, and then looked down at the infant in her arms.

Kyoya had gone very silent the moment he had heard Kuroo's voice, and he was now craning his neck to stare at said boy with utmost focus. His mother was left surprised after she followed his gaze.

"Kuroo, come over here for a moment." She said, interrupting the two who had gone on to speed talking in French.

Kuroo paused, and then huffed in annoyance. "I thought you said I don't have to give Kyoya goodnight kisses anymore!"

"Kuroo," Izanami slowly repeated herself as she looked up and smiled at him, "Come here."

The boy immediately shut his mouth and hurried over to his mother, an obvious aura of reluctance hanging heavy over him. He sat down next to her and impassively stared at his brother who, on the contrary, seemed to be staring at him with a look akin to having stars in his eyes.

"What?" Kuroo snapped at the infant in annoyance.

Kyoya, in response, held out his hand towards him. His little fingers making impatient grabbing motions at Kuroo.

"What?" Now, Kuroo only looked confused. Well, he didn't have a PhD in understanding children so he could only look up at his mother, waiting for her to elaborate the little demon's actions. "What does he want?"

"A goodnight kiss."

"But he's never done that stupid hand thingy before."

Hibari Kyoya made a sound of discontentment on the discovery that his object of interest was no longer paying any attention to him.

"Kuroo, language." Izanami reminded.

"I didn't even curse!"

Izanami adjusted her hold on her son who had started wriggling in her grasp to fully turn and face Kuroo, both hands stretching out now in a demanding manner. "Look at how restless he's become."

Kuroo wrinkled his nose in distaste before leaning in to place a quick peck on the little demon's cheek. But before he could draw back, one of Kyoya's hands tightly clamped down on a lock of his soft and silky hair!

And tugged at it with full force too!

Kuroo let out an ungraceful yelp as he immediately reached out to loosen Kyoya's fist and free his hair from the little demon's iron grasp. "Fuck! Let go! It hurts!"

In Kyoya's defence, he had actually been going for Kuroo's eyes, but due to the lack of his hand-and-eye coordination, he ended up grabbing the boy's hair instead.

Izanami and tante immediately jumped to gently freeing the loudly cussing Kuroo's hair. And by the time they managed to do this, little Kyoya had started crying. Both women sent the oldest Hibari boy out of the room in an instant, believing that his 'loud cussing' was what had startled and reduced Kyoya to tears.

However, little did they realise that the Hibari Kyoya was actually frustrated that the stormy bluish-grey eyed boy had, once again, escaped from his grasp.

Kyoya, much like his older brother, had picked up crawling pretty quickly.

His parents marvelled over how fast he could manoeuvre himself through the house, crawling on the wooden floorboards and always seeming as though he were looking for something.

That something being a certain boy.

One fine day, he had finally discovered the lair of said boy.

Only to have the door slid shut right at his face the moment he had found it.

He plopped down on his buttocks and sat there, disappointment welling up inside him until he had silent tears streaming down his face while sadly staring at the shut door.

Alison found him in such a state a few moments later—

"Kuroo!"

"Gods, I didn't do anything!"

…

A few days later, Kyoya somehow managed to infiltrate the lair and happily settled himself down on the comfortable bed. He shuffled around a few times while wondering when the boy would show up. More minutes had passed by, and by then, he had taken interest in a certain stuffed toy shaped like a pineapple that the boy with unforgettable eyes seemed to favour.

In another hour, he had miraculously not fallen asleep yet, and was busy biting said stuffed toy with great vigour.

And this was the sight that Kuroo walked into before screaming in horror.

The two ensued in a vicious tug of war, Kuroo desperate to get his, now saliva coated toy, from the little demon who instead saw this as some kind of game, and happily indulged in it.

"Let go! This is. My. Precious!"

Kyoya released his iron jaw-grip on the toy at once and, with a happy gurgle, pointed at the doorway where the woman and man (his parents), stood and watched the two of them. He waved his hands enthusiastically as though to tell the woman, specifically, that he was finally interacting with the boy!

However, said boy, Hibari Kuroo, who had landed painfully on the ground, didn't seem to share the same emotions as his brother!

The boy had a strange friend.

The one who no one else could see—except for Hibari Kyoya and the boy himself. She always seemed to be floating, drifting around and about, and telling the stormy bluish-grey eyed boy off at times.

This time, she was so close to him that Kyoya actually stopped trying to get the boy's attention to stare at her.

She cheerfully waved at him.

It took him for a few seconds before he responded with the same action.

Almost immediately, she swooped down and patted his cheeks while making weird noises (cooing) at him. Kyoya wrinkled his nose in response and tried to pull back because her hands were very cold, and left quite an odd sensation on his cheeks.

"Wait, why can he see you?" The boy with stormy bluish-grey eyes asked. "I thought no one apart from me can see you, well, unless you will them to."

"Children are different, you see. They can perceive and see things more clearly, something like an ability of sorts which they eventually lose with age. Anything supernatural does not go as unseen by them."

She replied as she got behind Kyoya and wrapped her cold hands around him. The little demon obediently let her do so because the strange boy was finally paying him attention—

Or not.

Kyoya began to get restless the moment he saw the boy with stormy bluish-grey eyes turn around and head for the bathroom. He was being left alone again! No!

"Kuroo! Your brother is going all 'ninja' and if you don't come here right this instance, he might topple off the bed and get hurt, and— ack!" Sepira exclaimed in panic. "No little one, you should not—"

Hibari Kyoya finally learned the boy's name.

"Kwuwo."

"What?"

And also learned that said boy was actually his brother! Someone who would have to always be around him no matter what, so the little demon wouldn't have to worry about never seeing Kwuwo again.

Kyoya was very pleased.

"I bwite you to de-f-th."

"You already did, you little shit—"

"Jeune garçon!"

Kuroo pursed his lips with an irritated expression. He was currently grounded from eating chocolate, and anything remotely chocolate! For the rest! Of his! Summer! Vacation!

And to make matters worse, the little demon had picked up saying that stupid, dreaded, all-time favourite catchphrase of his. But that wasn't what pissed off Kuroo.

Hibari Kyoya had started repeating the catchphrase like a mantra— all because Kuroo had accidentally let it slip from his lips.

Fuck!

Kyoya liked to sit and watch as his brother would 'train' with that really tiny baby who was supposedly their uncle.

"Can me," Kyoya asked Sepira, since she was the only person seated next to him on the raised platform, "also be uncle and twain Kwuwo?"

Sepira took some time to process his words before bursting into amused laughter.

"No, Kyo-chan. Your Uncle Fon is a special person." Sepira tried her best to hold in her chuckles as she explained to the two-year old who didn't seem too happy being laughed at. "He may look your age but in actuality, he's much older than you or Kuroo. And he's got years of experience too, so he's fit to train your brother."

"Oh." Kyoya sounded disappointed, though one couldn't tell whether or not he'd understood what Sepira had just said.

"Hmm, maybe you could train alongside your brother in the future though. Wouldn't that be better?"

"Habivowa." Kyoya repeated for the nth time as he pointed at the butterfly that fluttered past them.

"No, that's a butterfly."

"Mnh."

"Habivowa!" This time, the little demon pointed at Alison who was approaching the brothers with a basket carrying their lunch in her hands.

"No, no, no, no." Kuroo groaned as he shut his ears with his hands. He turned to his tante and immediately pleaded, "Please, someone, tell him to stop repeating that fuc— that stupid word!"

Hibari Kyoya had a dream.

A dreadful one.

It had all been going fine.

He was older in that dream, and had a lot of 'friends' as one would call it. Friends whose presence he didn't really seem to mind. They were all having fun together at some party in which Kyoya had momentarily dropped by for a brief moment.

He wasn't going to stay long because he detested crowds.

And of course, because his brother didn't seem to be around either.

There was this clumsy tall blond man in it, one Kyoya felt both irritation and respect towards, who was trying to get him to stay for the party. The blond man addressed him in a very friendly manner and had his hand on Kyoya's arm.

Kyoya only shook his head, brushed off the other's touch, and told him he wanted to go home to be with his brother.

Since Kuroo wasn't at the party, it must mean he was lazing around at home or something.

But then,

"Kyoya, what do you mean?" The blond man only frowned in confusion. "You don't have a brother. Who is Kuroo anyway?"

Kyoya left after a heated argument and went searching for his brother only to realise—

There was never a Hibari Kuroo.

And he never had a brother to begin with.

…

Kyoya woke up with fear in his heart.

He slowly made his way to Kuroo's room and pushed open the door with sweaty palms. He stood there for a moment, eyes fixated on the bed where there seemed to be a sleeping lump underneath the sheets but— what if it wasn't Kuroo?

"Kuroo?" Kyoya called out, fear gripping his heart at the lack of an answer. "Kuroo?"

There was a groan that followed and then,

"Go away Kyo-chan, I'm trying to sleep here."

The little demon's stiff posture instantly relaxed on hearing that familiar voice.

Kuroo was here.

Kuroo was still his brother.

It had all just been a bad dream.

Hibari Kyoya fell into the sweetest sleep in the warm comfort of his brother's arms that night.

Kuroo had a new friend.

That amber eyed herbivore that was always around him lately. What did he say his name was again? Sakaguchi Kenta-bivore?

"Kyo-chan, don't play with your food." Kuroo's voice sounded in a tone of disapproval.

Kyoya paused and realised that the space on the table where his plate sat was now scattered with bits of rice grains. He pursed his lips before quietly flicking a few of the grains away from him—

And towards his brother's herbivore.

Now, Kentaro was not quite sure how to deal with this newfound hostility from Hibari Kuroo's little brother. Heck, he wasn't even sure what triggered it in the first place! But look, he was very sure of it.

Said little brother was also flicking the rice grains at him!

Kentaro managed a weak laugh as he tried to brush off the Kyoya's actions. "Kyoya, listen to your brother and don't play with your food—"

However, he only ended up choking on his words at the deadly glare the kid threw his way.

When Kyoya turned five on his birthday, he found the biggest bunny ever in Namimori Zoo!

He took a fierce stand before the bunny with his weapons (plastic toy tonfas) drawn out. The bunch of herbivores who had been bullying the bunny stood before him, fidgeting and nervous, not quite sure what to do next.

Or what to make of the boy dressed in a Pikachu hoodie who had suddenly popped up from behind the bushes and stolen their prey.

He shot them a fiercer glare that sent them off running in the next moment.

Hmph! Weaklings!

…

What was even cooler about the big-bunny was that—

"Look, Kuroo. The bunny can talk."

Kyoya never wanted to travel again.

He was going to hate long flights forever too because of the number of herbivores you could find inside one! The only thing that had him sit tight and put, and not attempt jumping out the window or something to free him from this misery, was his brother.

But then again, it was a shame he had been unable to accompany his brother to Aunt Alison's house here in France. He was just so done with everything and didn't have the energy to go on a long car ride.

So, he stayed in a nearby hotel with his mother to recuperate for the rest of the day.

…

Aunt Alison's house was really, really big, and old, and a curious sight.

But Kyoya didn't want to explore because he was currently staring at an even more curious sight before him.

There on the bed, in the room where his mother asked him to sit put and wait for her the moment they had arrived, was a teenager with silver hair.

Yes, silver.

Kyoya wondered if it was real or fake as he leaned in closer towards the sleeping teenager to get a better look at his hair. He was just about to reach out and tug on the hair when—

"Fuck! Have you never heard of personal space!?"

Aw. Hibari Kyoya pursed his lips in disappointment over the fact that the teenager had woken up.

The disappointment, however, was short lived because Kyoya did get to tug on the teen's silver hair to see if it was actually real much later that day.

"Fuck!" Squalo yelled.

Not because his hair had almost been ripped out of his scalp.

But because Hibari Kyoya had very firmly, and happily, bit down on his arm when he had been trying to remove the little demon's iron grip on his hair.

Aside from the silver haired teenager who was very loud and liked to curse almost every time, there was another interesting person in the house.

"He looks like he wants to bite you." Squalo snorted as he followed the little demon's gaze and found it firmly stuck on Casimir.

"He probably does." Kuroo, for once, seemed to be in agreement with the silver haired teen.

Then, Kyoya promptly got off his seat on the dining table (which greatly alarmed Squalo who was still partly traumatised over Kyoya's bite—not that he would admit it!) and walked all the way to the empty seat next to Casimir, before sitting down on it.

Wait.

It was an empty seat between Casimir and Kuroo.

"Are you herbivore?" Kyoya asked in all seriousness as he stared at Casimir.

There was a pause.

"Well, I eat meat." Casimir replied with the same level of seriousness, to seemingly amuse the kid.

Kyoya furrowed his brows as though in thought before nodding.

"Good."

As for Squalo, who had been watching the whole exchange, "What in the ever-loving fuck?"

Kyoya was rather reluctant to leave France.

He didn't want to get onto the flight and be surrounded by all those herbivores for hours again!

"What do you think will be an effective way for world domination?" Kuroo had, one day, asked Kyoya as they sat and ate lunch in his classroom.

The little demon was finally studying in the same primary school as Kuroo! He couldn't be more ecstatic over that fact. A shame, though, that he could only meet his brother during lunch time.

Kyoya seemed to be deep in thought. "You need..."

"Guns." Sakaguchi Kentaro, his brother's herbivore, piped in.

"No." Kyoya shook his head and wrinkled his nose in disapproval. This herbivore was so stupid! But he wouldn't say anything because Kuroo needed to keep the herbivore around him anyway. And also he had to be nice because, said herbivore, had gifted him a big and colourful encyclopaedia on animals! "Kuroo needs a savannah."

"A savannah?" Kuroo repeated with raised brows.

"Animals?" The dumb amber-eyed herbivore asked.

"A savannah." Kyoya sniffed while wondering if he would always have to explain things to Kentaro. "Many strong carnivores."

"Kufufu, but of course." Kuroo laughed, his eyes darkened as he considered his brother's answer. "A savannah."

"I don't know how animals are going to help you take over the world but hey— the bell's going to go off soon. Better finish off your lunch before it's too late."

When Hibari Showa died, Kyoya had been left at home under Alison's care because he was deemed still too young to attend such a family gathering as huge as his grandfather's funeral.

And because he stayed at home, he missed out on all the drama that had taken place that fateful day.

He wouldn't have known anything about it either, because he was 'too young' for such sensitive information, if not for the fact that he got the whiff of a familiar coppery smell on his brother.

"Why does Kuroo smell of blood?" Kyoya bluntly asked after his brother lifted him up and into his arms.

"Oh, there was an annoying scuffle that took place during the funeral." Kuroo replied with a nonchalant sigh. "That's why we returned quite late."

"Did you get hurt?"

"Hmm, me? Kufufufu, they're all a hundred years too early to be able to hurt me."

"Mhn."

If being at home with his aunt during his grandfather's funeral and missing out on all the fun was bad, it was even worse when Kyoya was sent away to Namimori for a few days for his own safety; and to avoid any unfortunate incident from happening to him, or his mother.

Without Kuroo being around him.

Again.

Was this going to be a sort of routine? He hoped not.

His brother had gone off to Macau for some 'family business', as his parents had put it. Kyoya didn't see why he couldn't tag along because he was family too, wasn't he?

But of course, when would he ever win an argument with those herbivores that always seemed to decide everything for him?

…

Well, the only upside of this trip was him reuniting with the big talking bunny,

"Will Kuroo-nii also come to visit?"

—which also had a little downside to it because Tsuna wouldn't stop talking about his brother.

"No." Kyoya replied for the nth time. He was tired of having to say this over and over again to the bunny. "But I'll meet him when I go back. We stay in the same house."

Of course, Kyoya couldn't help but boast of this fact.

Every time someone asked about Kuroo.

He never really realised how popular his brother seemed to be (and how very popular he would become in the coming years) with all these people.

"Oh," Tsuna nodded as he bit his lower thought while wearing a look of contemplation, "then, then can you give him a postcard from me? Oto-san sends me postcards to say hi since he works far away."

Kyoya narrowed his eyes. Postcard?

What was this herbivore contraption now?

"I'll think about it." Kyoya replied, repeating the words he often heard his own father say when someone bothersome threw him a request he couldn't out rightly refuse.

The door was slid open and Nana Sawada stepped out with a camera in her hand. She wore a beaming smile as she faced the two children who seemed to get along very easily lately.

"Tsu-kun, Kyoya-kun," she greeted them, raising the camera in her hand as she did, "come, why don't you two take a picture together?"

"A picture?" Tsuna repeated.

"Uhn, for memories sake!" Nana nodded.

"I'm, uhm," Tsuna turned to look at Kyoya, trying to gouge the raven haired boy's reaction to the suggestion, "Yacchan, do…do you want to take a picture together?"

Kyoya paused.

Then nodded, "Okay."

(Several years later, Tsuna would come across the picture and shiver in horror while recalling the time he'd actually dared to address the Demon of Namimori by such a cute nickname. Yacchan.

Of course, Kyoya didn't seem to mind how he was addressed by the fluffy haired teen anyway.

But Tsuna wasn't as courageous as he was like a mere child anymore.)

Kyoya had definitely jinxed himself when he asked whether the whole 'Kuroo not being around him' was going to be a routine.

Because not only was his brother not going to be around him, but Kuroo was now living multiple countries away from him. And the only way in which he could seem to keep in touch with his brother was either through telephone calls or using the herbivore contraption called the 'postcard'.

It was terrible alright.

Not having Kuroo around like usual felt awfully empty.

There were multiple instances wherein Kyoya would accidentally call out his name or look for him before realising that his brother wasn't around. It had happened quite often in the first month of Kuroo's absence.

Like that time when Kyoya had been sitting at the dining table and having his dinner.

His eyes fell on the fried tofu and he stretched out his chopsticks towards it while saying, "Kuroo, it's your favourite—"

Before promptly cutting himself off, drowning the atmosphere at the dinner table to an awkward silence.

It was going to be hard coping with the fact that his brother wasn't going to be around him any longer.

Kyoya missed him.

Hibari Kuroo always knew the right words to say.

No matter what the occasion, the teen would always have the right words at the tip of his tongue, whether it was to diffuse someone's anger or rile them up in a split second. A 'silver tongue', that's what Aunt Alison had once called him.

Kyoya had once tried to understand how his brother did it.

Note: tried.

But that was the first and last time he did.

So now, even when Kuroo seemed to be having the upper hand in the almost quiet conversation with the principal of Namimori Middle School, Kyoya wasn't surprised. This was the day after they had 'taken over' Namimori.

The principal was a man in his late thirties who instead looked like he was nearing fifty, what with the wrinkles on his face that came from all the stress of managing a rather infamous school in town.

The little demon couldn't quite hear the words that were being shared between the principal and his brother, but he didn't bother either.

Kyoya instead took an interest in his new 'follower', no—

"No, Kyo-chan. You call him subordinate. It sounds more professional that way."

Subordinate.

"Is there something you need?" Kusakabe Tetsuya immediately questioned on realising that the little demon's gaze was fixed on him.

Kyoya shook his head in response but continued staring anyway.

The older teen in the pompadour couldn't help but nervously tense under that gaze. After all, it was this kid who had beaten everyone to pulp; Kusakabe being the only one brave enough, amongst everyone, to follow said kid around without pissing his pants.

Since he had, of course, pledged his loyalty to him.

Could he have done something wrong to displease Hibari Kyoya?

However, Kusakabe thought too far because all that the little demon had in his mind while staring at the older teen's pompadour was — how many birds would fit into that nest of a hair?

"Kyo-chan."

Kuroo's voice snapped the little demon out of his thoughts.

"Mnh?"

"Come over here and meet your new principal." Kuroo beamed while gesturing at the man beside him who looked all but happy to meet the newest addition to his school. "Principal Ondo will be tending to your every need from this day onwards. If you want something, just talk it over with him. I'm sure he'll be very pleased to help you. Wouldn't you, Ondo-san?"

The principal flinched but still nodded furiously. "O-Of course."

"Hibari Kyoya." Kyoya simply introduced himself to the principal, not adding any more words to his introduction.

Kuroo clapped his hands. "Alright, that's about it. You'll be attending school when the summer ends. Now, let's go get ourselves some really nice sushi to eat."

The sushi place was a cosy corner in Namimori which appeared to be quite popular with people. The brothers didn't stay to eat there though and instead carried a takeout back home since Kyoya was still very bad with crowds. The last thing he would need was another case of hives while spending his precious summer with his older brother.

They also paused to pick up some chocolate bonbons from a store that looked almost rundown.

There was a man with white hair wearing silver-rimmed round glasses who greeted them. And Kyoya couldn't really make out if the man was more upset with Kuroo showing up unannounced or upset over the fact that his brother was leaving with a huge bag of chocolate bonbons.

"—and stop strolling around like a hotshot. You're going to get yourself into trouble if you continue with your uncle's little trade." The man, Kawahira (as Kuroo had called him), shook his head. "The ring I gave you can tone down your presence from the Vindi— ones you don't want to be attracting. But it won't hide you forever."

Kuroo only bid goodbye, looking like he didn't care much about what Kawahira had to say to him.

"Why does Kuroo have to hide?" Kyoya suddenly asked once they reached their ancestral home in Namimori.

"Kufufu, oh, it's nothing really." Kuroo replied. "Just Kawahira throwing a big fuss like he always does every time I take away these bonbons."

Kyoya remained quiet.

Something didn't seem right, but the little demon pushed that thought to the corner of his mind. He had more important things to do right now.

Like eat sushi with Kuroo.

…

Later that night, as the two tucked themselves to bed,

"Do you really have to leave for France again?"

Kuroo laughed. "Of course, I need to finish my education."

Kyoya wrinkled his nose in disapproval, earning him a fond ruffling of his hair from Kuroo.

"But don't worry, once I'm through with France, I'll come back to you and we can stay together for a long time."

Kyoya slowly nodded before burying himself into his brother's chest, almost squeezing the life out of the other with his iron grip in the process.

Hibari Kuroo really did know all the right words to say.

A/N:

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