Prologue: A general annoyance

This chapter isn't edited in anyway. How annoying, right~? Well, if you see an error, be a bud, be a pal, and tell me, yeah?

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR or HP, or any of its characters.

Warnings: General.

A/N: Ah, I was trying to sleep when a thought struck me: Harry as Kyoya's pseudo guardian angel. That doesn't really mean that Harry is an angel or not, it's just struck me as (Probably MOD?) Harry just suddenly appearing somehow and Kyoya just "tch."

Or maybe this all just another attempt to get into writing, who knows?

Though I am going to be re-looking at the "Another Sky" story, and probably re-write somethings a bit. Just need the motivation and time. Same for anything I do, now that I think about it.

Enjoy!

[Edited: 1/27/17]

Hibari Kyoya wasn't able to see him for his whole life.

At the young age of 7, Hibari Kyoya developed a justified sense of right and wrong. What should be, and what should not be. It was just unfortunate, at least for the rest of Namimori's population, that he had the means and deadly will to enforce his senses.

So seeing someone no one else saw was along the lines of something that should not be happening.

-0-0-0-0-

Kyoya met him when he was five.

"Herbivore," he spat out coldly, the teenager only blinking a few times at him. Kyoya had just finished testing his newest pair of tonfas his father had gotten for him on a pair of thieving herbivores. Then this herbivore appeared and just watched him with a tight expression.

Said expression loosened, and the boy greeted rather slowly, "...Hello." The boy eyed the limp bodies on the ground. "Did you kill them?" A sort of shocked and vaguely horrified awe were expressed in the words. "That's..."

Kyoya merely grunted at him, flicking his tonfas to rid them of anything unsavory, before turning and trying to walk away. Try being the key word-

The damned herbivore followed.

"Herbivore." Kyoya paused in the mouth of the ally. "..." Leave. He hoped his expression conveyed that word as dangerously as it could, and it probably did, with the way the teenager's mouth twitched.

"...My name is Harry, by the way," the teenager said casually, as if Kyoya wasn't glaring death at him. Harry glanced around. "Where are we? I can't seem to recognize anything...," he muttered, scratching the back of his head as he frowned at his surroundings. "What happened anyways...?"

"I'll bite you to death."

Harry barely had time to blink questioningly at him, before Kyoya had charged at him.

The first, and last, time Kyoya had ran headfirst into a wall.

(He'll never admit that he did such a thing; not even under the pain of death.)

"Are you okay?" The teenager, Harry, almost shouted when Kyoya picked himself up, wobbly and lightheaded, from the ground, wiping at the warm blood that spouted from his nose. Kyoya had simply glared at the teenager, did it look like he was okay? Not that he needed the teenager's sympathy.

What the hell...?

"What are you, herbivore?" Kyoya snarled, keeping a steady hand on his bleeding nose and one hand on one of his tonfas just in case. Not being touchable on the physical plane or not, Kyoya will bite him to death.

Harry blinked at him, worry still etched onto his face. The concern died away as he pondered Kyoya's question, before smiling regretfully, "...I really...don't know."

And thus began a tentative relationship between the two of them.

-0-0-0-0-

"I still can't believe your dad just lets you do this," Harry commented as he watched Kyoya's tonfa connect with another herbivore's head. The herbivore dropped into a crumple, underneath Kyoya's satisfied eyes. "You think with him being head of the police here and all," Harry eyed the limp teenaged delinquent with a frown.

Kyoya merely flicked his tonfas to get the blood off of them, frowning at Harry. Idiot herbivore. It was because of his father being in his position that he allowed Kyoya to do whatever he wanted. Not that that would have stopped Kyoya any, but it was a nice thought.

Kyoya's father was the head of the police. Thus, top of the food chain.

It only made sense that Kyoya was allowed to do what he want, right?

"At least you don't outright kill them," Harry sighed, falling into step beside the 7 year old. "I don't think I could just watch a kid just murder people," he shuddered, the teenager rubbing at his forehead anxiously.

"..." Kyoya twitched.

Two years of this.

Two years of being crowded with this- this-

Herbivore.

And yet, there was nothing Kyoya could do. He couldn't attack Harry with his teeth or tonfas. Or with anything, really. Anything that touched Harry just went right through him, much to Kyoya's and Harry's mutual discomfort. Kyoya couldn't just tell him to leave, because Harry just...wouldn't listen.

Or possibly couldn't.

Kyoya tried not to think too much about that.

In the two years being stuck together, it was inevitable that Kyoya would get to know the pale teenager somewhat. Harry's full name was Harry James Potter, and last he checked, he was 17. Other than the bare basics of it all, Kyoya didn't really ask for more information. The black haired teenager probably wouldn't grace him with a straight answer anyways, the herbivore. It also didn't help that sometimes, Harry would get this glazed and distant look in his eyes, the vibrant green dimming and a small smile of emotion lining his expression.

It made Kyoya feel...uncomfortable.

"Kyoya, school's almost out," Harry interrupted Kyoya's train of thought, making the 7 year old bare his teeth. Harry ignored it, peering into an electronic store, squinting at a T.V screen. The news was playing, and the time was shown in tiny markings near the bottom of the screen.

School was almost out.

Without a word, Kyoya started heading towards the direction of Namimori's elementary school. He didn't feel like he really needed the education that they taught to those he was forced to call peers, so he usually just went to drop his stuff off and gather some more work before heading out to his patrols.

His teacher was eager enough to send him on his way.

As long as he did the work, turned it in with satisfactory marks, she wouldn't bother him.

Worked fine enough for him.

"... Please try and not to terrify the other children that much," Harry mused, strolling along casually. His hands were stuffed in black trousers, the rumpled white button up shirt clean and spotless. It was a simple outfit, meant for ordinary and probably simple people.

Harry was hardly either.

For one, Kyoya wasn't sure if he was a person at all.

Secondly, Harry was hardly simple.

Because he never ate anything, he never changed the outfit he wore, didn't really need to sleep but Kyoya still found him dozing at odd hours of the day. No one else saw him but Kyoya, which was concerning on it's own. Harry also had a tendency to try and convince him that the herbivores around him could possibly be friends.

Tch.

Annoying.

Harry would only shake his head, smile slightly, and say, "I understand... I think...", in response to Kyoya's words.

How? How could he possibly understand? He was nothing but a herbivore.

"Are you concerned about the announcement the headmaster gave this morning? That's almost sweet, considering you," Harry said, as they entered the school gates. No other was in the courtyard, so school probably haven't released just yet.

Good.

Kyoya would be able to wait as the herbivores come out.

"Kyoya?"

"...hn," Kyoya grunted as he found his school bag hidden in an empty conference room no one used. Leaving his bag for now, Kyoya exited the room to see that cleaning duty had started.

A few children that had exited their classroom flinched and rushed back in.

Kyoya smirked.

Harry face palmed. "Bullies aren't rewarded in any way, Kyoya," he said exasperated. "Isn't that what the headmaster warned everyone about this morning?"

"... I'm a carnivore," Kyoya muttered as they headed back outside. Finding the tree next to the gate entrance satisfactory, he climbed and waited.

Harry appeared next to him, despite not ever lifting a finger to climb up. Kyoya had grown used to Harry's annoying habit of just appearing.

And just not going away.

Kyoya just ignored him.

Bullies.

A group of elementary kids were harassing kindergartners after school, which just wouldn't do if Kyoya had anything to say in it. It'd be a perfect chance for Kyoya to practice his authority over his herbivore peers, and make a statement:

Don't get on Hibari Kyoya's radar.

It was a well known fact that doing anything that disturbs the general peace of Namimori was starting to be dealt swiftly with Hibari Kyoya. Kids generally didn't start anything, at least in his class group.

Obviously, if his so called peers started to bully others, and acting out... It was an act of defiance.

It was up to the carnivores to keep the peace.

Kamikorosu

Harry eyed him warily, "Little hellion." Kyoya merely sniffed, eyes trained firmly on the school building's entrance. Who cared what Harry thought? He was just a herbivore, a herbivore that just wouldn't leave him be.

How irritating.

-0-0-0-0-

"Th- than- thaaaa-" The little brown puffball stuttered, and Kyoya narrowed his eyes at the useless herbivore. Was it trying to speak to him? "Thaaannnk-HEEEEEEIIIIIIIII~" And then it was gone.

Kyoya sniffed at it's disappearance, wondering why he hadn't left in the first place if he got scared so easily. He glanced dispassionately at the kids around him, needlessly heeding Harry's advice of not going too hard on them. They were kids, not the delinquents Kyoya has a hobby of beating up.

Which only served to irk him more. How dare they try to break the order, when it was obvious they were nothing but weak?

(A part of him was angry that he expected something harder. A challenge. Something he wouldn't get from his peers, obviously.)

Harry was kneeling beside a kid, trying to check them over despite not being able to touch anything physically. "I think they'll be alright, a little...or big bruise here and there," Harry stood up and brushed off whatever dust that didn't get onto him. Kyoya sniffed, tucking his tonfas away and started heading back to school.

"Is your dad going to be home tonight?" Harry asked, once again falling into step beside the 7 year old. "I can help you make dinner again tonight."

Another thing Kyoya found out: Harry could cook. While Harry wasn't that expertised in various cultured dishes outside of the general English breakfast (Harry was British. Which was kind of odd, because he spoke Japanese fluently, no accent found.), he knew his way around the kitchen if given enough time and a good cookbook.

"Hn," Kyoya hummed in agreement.

As they trudged home, Kyoya's bag on his shoulders, Kyoya couldn't help but yawn. It wasn't a tiring day, more or less a boring one, which had the same effect on him nonetheless. He gave Harry a side glance, slightly envious of not needing sleep.

Yet Harry still chose to do it.

Weird.

Hibari Kyoya just sighed as Harry tried to pick another conversation topic out of thin air, trying to converse with him about the weather of all things. Despite Harry's general existence, the disappointment of the bullies fight not being worth much, and the general tiredness of his patrols, it was...a nice day.

Well, as nice as it could be with something like Harry James Potter hanging about.

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Perhaps offer some suggestions or anything? Honestly, this story is written on the whim.

Literally have nothing planned, haha.

(Not really sure about continuing this to be honest.)

-MMS