Same Difference.

A/N: First of all, I apologize. ;_; It's been like 2-3 weeks since I uploaded and it's not even a great chapter. :c I scrapped like two chapters, both of like 4k words around because I didn't like how it turned out or it's not time yet. I ended up putting in the section I took out from chapter one (for my early readers) and placing it here. Sigh.
The thing is that I can't write unless I imagine the scenes or so, if the idea comes to me, so I take awhile longer. But I'm on summer break now so perhaps I'll be uploading faster. c:

Thank you to all the favorites and follows ^_^ And of course the reviewers from previous chapters, and the ones from last chapter (Mari Clair Roemajji Celts, xela521, CallMeCrazy4You, Potentialism, InLuvWithCandy, belladu57, and two guests)!

Guest replies:
First guest-san: I liked the library scene too. It seemed kinda.. tranquil LOL. I had it completely imagined when I wrote it though I guess it was a bit OOC. I find it fun using Kyona to tease Kyoya HAHA.
Second guest-san (and I believe everyone should read this too): "Kyona is a little bit too OOC i think. Her personality is not like kyoya. I couldn't think her as his copy."

I'm not saying any of this to attack you in any way, guest-san. I just want to everyone to read this while I'm at it.
I'm just clarifying that Kyona is an OC even if she is Kyoya in another world, hence labeled fem(OC)!hibari. Yes, I agree with you that she's "a little too OOC" and that even sometimes, I can't see her as a copy. But also, I didn't mean for her to simply be a copy. She is Kyoya but she is not exactly Kyoya. And the summary might have not been clear though I'm limited on characters and the author's note in the first chapter should have cleared it up.
I've had some deep talks with my friends and the conclusion is, if we were raised by different people or even under different circumstances, we would not truly be the same person. If I had stricter parents, scarier, or even stingier ones. It'd all affect me in some way.
Kyona and Kyoya lost their dad early at the same time (clarified this chapter!). Kyoya, in this story, lost his mom at an early age. Which means Kyoya lost guidance earlier therefore perhaps more extreme (if on a scale between his cannon personality and "OOC"ness). Kyona had her mother longer for some more years. Which means Kyona was raised to be less extreme, for her mother's sake and had adapted some of her personality given the amount of time they spent together.
Not to mention, I honestly don't think the relationship would progress at all if they're exactly the same. And if you guys have read TYL!Hibari x Hibari fic, you would see in most of them that they're different as well, due to progression of character development. :)
None of this selfcest, world transferring thing is realistic in any way. But I do want the reasoning behind things to at least kind of make sense, if you get what I mean.
Though I do like for her to be more like Kyoya. If you can give me some advice, that would be great. C:

CHAPTER 3

Summer had been overly warm, yet more of a comforting warmth than one of suffocation.
Memories of the short break was one that blurred along with the heat waves, not having been entirely too eventful.
Days had passed under a hardworking sun, some on the Hibari porch looking out into their tranquil Japanese garden, while some were spent on the familiar rooftop.
Aside from patrolling school like they did all throughout break, the both of them supposed there were two things worth noting.

One was...

POV: Third Person (Limited) ; Hibari Kyona

Sunlight fought to filter through the shoji of her room as morning rose in Summer heat. The birds chirped heartily outside, almost as constant as the shishi-odoshi in the backyard.

Hitori..

She tossed and rolled, agitated feet kicking down the futon. It was too hot. Ugh. Groaning, Kyona opened her eyes to a familiar ceiling and sat up slowly, stretching and turning in the process. Hn..

Even after a month or so, it always took her an extra minute of looking around her room to realize that this was not where she belonged. Her arm reached up to pull the hair tie from her locks, allowing it to cascade down from the high ponytail it was subjected to while she was asleep.

After standing up and making her way to the shoji, she opened it to peer outside. Her lips dipped into a frown. Hitori... of course, was not here. At least not yet.

She sighed for a moment, letting her chest fall in a feeling she wasn't sure of. Relaxation? Exhaustion? Defeat? Not defeat but, the acceptance of realization..?

The sound of a sliding shoji brought her attention to the left where her counterpart just took a step outside. The ends of his raven hair had water trickling down to his shoulders and back, having just taken a shower. Kyoya let out a yawn as he stretched with his arms above his head and the sleeves of his black yukata slid down.

After the short moment, their eyes met and instead of frowning like she expected, he merely shifted his attention to the sky. Kyona hummed for a moment before taking the necessary steps to position herself in front of him, shortly scanning him up and down.

"What?" He murmured. Ah, there was the frown.

"I need one of those," she stated after realizing. Since summer barely started and this was not of her world, Kyona didn't have a yukata to sleep in. And it was too hot in regular pajamas. "Have an extra?"

The male's lips parted as if to speak but she didn't care. No need to wait for his answer. Instead she was already walking away towards the shower without another word.

Surely he had more. She had more in her world anyway. A few, though they were all black and simply looked the same. The girl didn't wear much variety unless her mother (used) to constantly urged (forced) her to.

After a few days of fighting over the shower and thus arriving at school later than usual, the two had unspokenly agreed on the concept of 'first come first serve'. Though it took disciplining of the second in command for giving them a suggestion and trying to persuade them not to fight. But whatever.

It was more effective, more or less, so they didn't complain after- just grumbling, frowning, glaring, and the urge to knock the door down. But the last part faded after some time.

The pair usually finished at the same time anyway, ended up coincidentally being at the same pace while walking to school. But not walking together. There was no point in that. He deemed it herbivorous and she found it to be unnecessary.

Plus, they walked a few feet apart.

...

The moment she stepped out of the shower, she finally noticed that her lavender towel was absent since it was recently thrown into the laundry. Originally hers was black but in order to differentiate, she didn't mind the tints and shades of purples. Speaking of black…Frowning, her eyes flitted over to the one on the rack. Hn.

Well. They were the same person, therefore a towel should not matter. At least in her opinion. Kyona might have gauged the scale of which his reaction would be, from little to extreme, but she simply didn't care. So she dried herself and wrapped it around her body. No point in putting her pajamas if she was going to find a yukata from Kyoya's drawer.

Her next decision was to casually step inside Kyoya's room, taking note that the guy was still outside. Bird watching or maybe even skinning people alive for all she cared. Kyona's only objective was the yukata.

The girl had barely reached the drawer when Kyoya spoke up, already behind her. "You're in a towel."

"And you're in a yukata," she replied with no effort, still rummaging through his dresser.

"My towel."

Kyona paused in annoyance before straightening up and turning around to meet the eyes directly at her line of sight, a shade that mirrored hers exactly. "Yes."

"And what do you think you're doing?"

"I think I'm finding a yukata to wear. Unless you like seeing your female self in a towel," Kyona teased halfheartedly, already getting back to her original goal.

His lips arched into a remarkable frown that she happened to witness upon throwing a look over her shoulder. "You have a habit of taking and going through things that aren't yours."

"They are mine. In a sense." Everything about his features told her that he was beyond tired of that reason. The glint in his eyes, the firm set of his jaw. She supposed that if this situation was vise versa, Kyona would have loved to kick his ass to another dimension.

But this was the situation, so she didn't care. Wasn't her problem (a hundred percent specifically), so why should she?

She was ruffling still through the contents when he snatched her hand roughly, slamming her against the nearest wall. If she wasn't holding the towel up, she would have punched him. If she weren't entertained by this, she would have kneed him where it hurt him more than it'd hurt her.

His steel blue eyes bored into her own as he pinned her there, one leg between hers. She eyed his features. The mirror on his dresser reflected the two of them. They had the same nose, perhaps even the same mouth. His features were a bit sharper and her eyes were a tad bigger.

"You really do look more like father," she stated casually upon studying his features. If even her chromosomes were different, surely a few genes were different as well.

"And you look like an eyesore."

She smirked. "Are you having fun insulting yourself?"

His eye twitched slightly along with the downward curving of his mouth.

She realized this would never get old. She already came to terms that insulting him would be insulting herself, but it seemed like he was having a difficult time. "Wao. I must say as a guy, I don't look so bad." A tease...half, at least. Or..

He scoffed though the female could tell it was his turn to scan her features. Kyona caught the way his eyes trailed down the water that trailed down her chin and the line of path after that. Her lips twitched to curve into a smirk but she didn't allow it. As he analyzed her, Kyona realized from the emotions from his eyes that for a different reason, he did not see her as himself. And for that moment, she let herself wonder how that made her feel.

"What are you doing anyways?" She frowned. "Are you trying to kiss me or are you going to let me change?" It was supposed to be a sneer, still sounded like one, but.. Kyona was starting to be warily unsure which one she rather him do. She cursed teenage hormones for the first option-

No. She changed her mind. She wanted him to move, and she wanted to put on clothes- !

He leaned in so swiftly, she hated herself for pathetically sucking in a deep breath and holding it. His warm breath was on her, tickling, as he spoke. "You don't get to give me options. But I'll allow you to change," he smirked with a glint of mischief in those eyes. The smirk was an inch away from hers.

Perhaps she had to admit the scent of his near breath was making it only a very slightly tad harder for her to make clear decisions- No. Wise decisions, she corrected.

Kyoya pulled away and if he thought he had her with that weak display- he was wrong. He still didn't fully understand. They were the same in most aspects after all.

And, he wasn't going to win.

Her hand quickly wound up to the back of his head and roughly pushed his head towards her, closing the distance between their lips.

He wasn't kidding when he said he'd bite her to death, she realized. He bit down on her bottom lip as he slammed her harshly against the wall yet again and she arched her back up in instinct due to the short pain. Kyona mentally cursed herself when she gasped from having their air knocked out of her, letting a foreign thing enter her mouth (still, in a certain sense).

But fine. If it's a fight he wants, it's a fight he'll get, she declared inside her mind (couldn't have verbally said it unless she really wanted to). It wasn't a fight any of them were used to, and it was messy. Though they didn't care. They supposed if they had to admit, it wasn't so bad.

It had a metallic taste. One they happened to be used to at least. A mixture of a metallic taste, passion, some heat perhaps- but most of all, the thirst for dominance.

Kyona wasn't going to let him win. Oh no, she hated to lose as much as she figured he would. And if he seemed to be enjoying this- no, entertained by this like she was then..

She grabbed the back of his collars and yanked him back, ripping him away from her with a force that never intended to be kind. The male prefect's eyes shot open, full of malicious intent as he glared and growled lowly at her.

Kyona shoved him away roughly, denying him of what he seemed to have been interested in was her way of winning. The both of them trying their best to not pant, doing their best to level their breathing though they were undeniably breathless and in need of an accursed necessity.

She pursed her bleeding lip, one he was biting on not too long ago. She could tell he almost gave into the urge, in what he labeled as the craving for a fight and not anything else because she felt the same. But hunger cues distracted her and she had started to lose interest in her silly curiosity. And she had a school to patrol.

Plus, she got what she came for, her hands gripping the soft fabric that she finally found.

"I'm going to make food. I'll make you some too- for the yukata." She didn't leave 'debts' unpaid, and she rather do it as soon as possible. The female expected her counterpart to be the same. Hibari Kyoya didn't stop her anyway, only a low grunt under his breath.

So Hibari Kyona had shuffled past him, though bumping into his shoulder purposely, with her goal in her arms as if nothing too big had just happened.

Because nothing did.

The other occurrence was on a usual peaceful afternoon given that no one wanted to be at school while it was out of session.
One out of the many they happened to be sharing together during that break.
One that they supposed was a new worthwhile piece of discovery, yet one that they couldn't escape even if they tried.

Her eyes roamed the vicinity she could, of the peaceful and beloved town under her. It was especially hot with the sun beating down on the rooftop during the afternoon, but there were to be no complaints. Who else would watch the school if she didn't? Or him?

Her attention turned around to the male dressed in a slightly loose light gray v-neck and black shorts, as opposed to her black blouse and shorter denim shorts. He was lying down in the shade, dozing off in his usual afternoon catnaps.

'If you wake me up, I will bite you to death' he warned earlier. As if he could. Sometimes she still found herself questioning why Hibari Kyoya even bothered to threaten her.

There was time to do a lot of things since she supposed people valued some of their life to not trespass school grounds when they weren't supposed to. Well, all but the idiotic crowd that surrounds Sawada Tsunayoshi. Earlier in the week, the two of them found the nuissance chasing after some crazy kid with an afro. But whatever. That was taken care of and in her counterpart's choice of words, were thoroughly 'bitten to death'- disciplined. They haven't seen those kids since.

She frowned momentarily up at the sun, as much as she could look at anyway, before walking over to the same area. There was really only one part that blessed with shade and so she had limited selections. For a second, she thought he might have woken up since he started speaking but..

"I'll..bite you to..death.." he murmured softly in his sleep before his eyebrows furrowed, turning to his side and snuggling to the arm under his head.

"Hn," she hummed for a moment. If he spoke and moved in his sleep, that meant she probably did too. Interesting. Her eyes swept from his closed lids, those medium length thin eyelashes, down the arch of his tall nose, and... to.. Ridiculous.

Kyona sat down before easing herself onto the ground and laid on her back, staring up into the infinite blue sky. Her hand lazily stretched out to the sky, gazing up at it through the space between her stretched out fingers before sighing and putting a forearm over her eyes. Drifting off into the comfortable darkness...

She smiled down happily at the flowers in her little hand. Daisies that she plucked from the grass. Mother would be happy! Maybe mother would put it in one of those pretty vases on that really tall shelf.

The little girl nodded in satisfaction before standing up and almost ran back to the house in excitement. One arm held the book she had been reading to her small body while the other hand gripped dainty flowers.

Once she reached the house, she found it strange that the door was wide open. But maybe mother was expecting her home.

"Mother-"

"AAAAHHH!"

A high pitched scream. Mother's?

"Mother!" The little girl yelled before dashing into the room, but skidded to a stop before the kitchen once she heard a low bellow of laughter.

"Serves him right. For hiding all these years."

"Even had the nerve to get married. Sneaky bastard." Voices she did not recognize.

Who... Who were these people?

Her eyes widened upon the terrifying sight of the big men, standing over her mother with glares that could pierce through anything. One had black hair that covered half of his face, he was the shorter one. The other one had spiky brown hair and maddened looking red eyes. They were both dressed in full black. Their faces, a blur.

She didn't understand, didn't really know what was going on.. But mother was kneeling down and was being held by her long raven black hair. What.. What were they doing? Why were they hurting mother..?

"M-Mother..?" Her voice could only pass for a mere whimper. The sight gave her this certain feeling, one boiling deep down, but her legs shook and refused to move. "Who.. Who are these people?"

"Oh? Is this your daughter?" The brown haired man set his attention on her. "Little girl, we are the people that are going to punish your father for going against us."

"KYONA! RUN AWAY!" She snapped out her fear when her mother yelled, groaning as the taller man kicked her in the side.

"Shut up, woman!" He growled as mother was sent sliding to the ground, whimpering.

"STOP!" Kyona managed to scream at the top of her lungs. "P-please..." She shook even more as one of their eyes fell upon her. Her legs were suddenly wobbly like jelly and Kyona wasn't sure how to move. Even if she wanted to run to mother.

"You're lucky it's not our job to kill you or your daughter. Consider yourself spared," the man spat hatefully. He raised his leg and kicked her again. "But your husband.." His smirk grew into a disgusting snarl, all tainted with malicious intent.

But that was enough to send the little girl running to her mother's side, unsure where the strength she obtained to move her legs came from. "MOTHER!"

She gasped as a hand clamped down on her shoulder and stopped her in her tracks, but once her eyes fearfully looked up at her captive, she realized it was her father.

"Stay back," father hissed. Her eyes teared up even more, feeling grateful that they were saved. Small relief washed over her. Father was strong, Kyona knew that. She watched him train!

"Oh, look who showed up?"

"It's about time," the other one sneered.

"You bastards," her father muttered darkly before pulling out weapons, ones he told her were 'tonfas'.

"Let her go. Now," father demanded with a look in his eyes that even scared Kyona.

"Or what? Or you run away again? Go into hiding?" The two of them shared a laughter before pulling out guns. Kyona's eyes widened as one was pointed against her mother.

"Don't move. Do as we say or your wife here dies."

"Now put your weapons down."

Kyona jerked her eyes up towards her father and noticed the way his grip tightened but loosened, falling down to his side.

"Tell us where you hid the information."

"In the safe, in my office."

"Tell us the code."

"36, 2, 19."

One of the men pulled out a walkie-talkie and spoke into it, ordering someone to go to the office and open the safe.

"Let her go," her father demanded more calmly though he still looked angrier than Kyona had ever witnessed him.

"Kyousuke.." her mother muttered weakly. The sound her voice seemed to have made her father even scarier than before.

A static. "We got the information," another voice said through the device.

"Good," the man answered into the device before he addressed father yet again. "Now drop your weapons."

"No." Father's hands tightened over his tonfas yet again. A strained expression on his face.

"DROP THEM," the man demanded with a crazy look in his eyes, his hand tightening over the trigger. "You know what happens next. To you. Or it'll be to the both of you, perhaps three." His crazy red eyes loomed over every one of them, eyes stopped at her which frightened her more than anything.

"Akane.." father murmured. His voice made the woman whimper sadly as she looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears and filled with undeniable sorrow. Father's gaze shifted to Kyona, giving her a the smallest of smiles, a sad one, that made her eyes widened for father never smiled. But why did he look that way..?

"Kyona."

But.. Father could beat those bad guys.. right? There was no need-

The voice and loud command made her flinch. "DROP. THEM."

The sound of the tonfas clanking against the ground offsetted a firework of events. A scream- two screams. Yelling. And lastly,

a gunshot.

"FATHER!"

"KYOUSUKE!" The woman screamed as she half scurried, half crawled over frantically to her fallen husband. There wasn't any yelling or groaning that was emitted from him, just a small jerk before he had collapsed and his eyes shut. Forever.

"Kyou….Kyousuke... KYOUSUKE!"

The girl's eyes widened and her legs shook, breath taken away and utterly shocked in fear. "FATHER!" Her lungs hurt as she screamed, watching as blood- and.. his body fell- She sunk to the ground in front of him, in front of his lifeless…..."F-Father...?"

In front of her, now in front of her mother, was her father. Drowning in his own blood, dying the tatami mats red. Pouring from the gunshot to his head.

Mother seemed delirious, sobbing uncontrollably while throwing herself over his body in mournful fits of anger.

"HOW COULD YOU?!" Mother yelled at the top of her lungs at the people standing in the room. Ones who laughed evilly before walking away, their figures burning in her tearful eyes.

The girl didn't know what to do but stand in fear, sinking into the ground as she felt nauseous. "Father is..." Father is... "Dead...?"

It cannot be real, she chanted. Father was... He was at work and he was going to come home.. To have dinner with them. Father was going to wake up and…

But he..

But..

"FATHER!"

But...

Everything was suddenly spinning in front of her and the ground seemed all too close. Focusing in and out of vision.

The world in front of her swirled into darkness and she could only hear her short, frantic breath though mother's scream and what she deemed to be her own were all faded into the background. All she could hear was overly loud breathing, fast, faster, and-

.

Hibari Kyona was now standing at the doorway, her line of sight was taller than it was before. A reflection in one of the glass drawers told her that she older.

Her attention was on the two men that were still strolling out farther into her backyard, becoming smaller as their distance grew- until they were gone. In fact, Kyona had watched them walk away many times before. And many times, she chased after them. And every time, she had failed to reach them.

But she will. Just not now.

Now.. She was looking down upon her parents, her mother shakily hunched over her father's lifeless body. A sight that echoed in her memories, haunted her in her sleep, and stuck behind the back of her head in her wake.

And then there was herself, tiny and weak on her knees, hyperventilating and screaming into her hands as she sobbed- in which it was the only thing she knew how to do.

...Pathetic.

POV: Third Person (Limited) ; Hibari Kyoya

"Father…"

The smallest of voices was enough to wake him from his sleep, eyebrows furrowed and glaring. Ready to nag at the girl for waking him up but stopped at the sight in front of him.

They were laying down, both facing each other and only about two feet away. A scowl painted her features as she slept, muttering words that were half audible and partly incomprehensible.

One thing was for sure, was the one word she kept repeating. "Father.."

The girl thrashed around for a bit, clawing at the ground and continued to murmur some more. Kyoya's features softened as he let out a sigh. So she got those nightmares too, he mused to himself. But what if they experienced different things? In their different worlds?

"No…Why..?"

It was because it was annoying.. It was because he wanted her to stop muttering such things. That was the only reason why his arm extended and his finger poked at her cheek. One that was soft, soft like.. his eyes fell upon her mouth only because...

Only because she gasped, he deemed.

She jolted awake, hand darting out to grab his wrist in a quick moment, ones that he noted to be shaking slightly. The grip she had on his wrist was strong, tightening, and borderline hurting if he were a mere herbivore. But he wasn't.

Her eyes shot open, filled with horror before seeming to have realized her situation and calmed down visibly. An expression that was pained yet softened after thought.

Kyoya wasn't sure what to do, not like there was anything to do. Not like he would do anything. So he simply watched her as her eyes closed in exhaustion, allowing herself deep breaths before opening them again.

The way Hibari Kyona was acting was completely herbivorous in his book. But.. he supposed this time it was understandable. He, too, had those nightmares- No. Rather, repeating nightmarish memories that haunted him every once in awhile.

The silence that passed between them felt too long. Steel blue staring into steel blue, expressions neutral, though thoughts probably on the same matter. He had proven to be right when she spoke.

"Kyoya." His eyes widened temporarily, for the fact that this was the first time he had heard her call him by his first name only. Rather than his full name. Though.. it mattered not.

"Hn."

"Why did they.. kill.. father?" Her strained voice was not one of sorrow, not one of fear. Though perhaps a bit of the first. The look in her eyes told him that it was one of anger. A bit of confusion, but mostly anger.

Kyoya closed his eyes before sitting up, glaring into the space in front of him. Mother was always visibly depressed whenever thinking of father, so he could never get himself to ask her. Because her kind and gentle smiles were hard work enough on top of everything else she did for two of them, Kyoya knew.

"I don't know either," he answered after a frustrated sigh.

At times like this, it seemed as if Hibari Kyona was his sibling instead of himself in another world. Maybe like a twin. He fixated upon that thought instead of the mystery he sought an answer from for years.

He heard the sounds of shuffling as she sat up too and he turned to look at her as she voiced her thoughts again. Whether to him, to herself (though basically the same), or no one in particular. "We have to find out why." But it didn't matter, for her eyes held the unshakable steel of determination and her voice backed up with firm resolve. One he found to be a mirror of his.

"So then.." She didn't even have to finish her sentence.

He grunted before gazing out into the space. For once, he replaced 'I' with 'we'. "We will bite them to death," the prefect's lips managed to curve into a smirk at the very idea. His hands tightened around his tonfas the way he assumed hers did. Even if he didn't see. Because well, he didn't have to.

Father's gift, a pair of tonfas.. Ones that was pestered about, asking to be trained with them just to be like father…

The reason why Kyoya, and probably she, got stronger was because…

He wanted what she wanted. For they are the same in most senses.

They wanted the same thing.

They wanted,

revenge.

A/N: I kind of wanted to explain why they had grown to be a strong person, and more of their past will be revealed. c:
Also about the kiss.. I aimed to make it as more of a competition rather than a romantic action. And if they even slightly think about it, I would believe they would try to deny it even in their minds. But either way, it's probably more of uncontrollable instinct rather than one of love. Their relationship is still progressing.

HONESTLY unsure of what kind of events I want to write about. Hibari didn't really show up in the anime in the beginning.. ;_; or even if he did, not much. I JUST REALLY WANT TO GET TO THE KOKUYO ARC. I'm sorry if things seemed rush though I'm trying not to. :c

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