Chapter 1

In many other universes, Inko married Hisashi Midoriya, took his name and had a son.

In this one, she married Hisashi Hibari, and it makes all the difference.

They named their son Kyoya, and the Decimo's Cloud Guardian found himself in a world where (almost) everyone had abilities. He still though people were herbivores. (Apparently, no matter where, human nature is the same).

When Inko choose Hisashi, she knew it would be a… peculiar life. (The Hibari Clan and their reputation across the world stays the same, no matter the reality. They just do what they want and terrify people.) He was from a branch line in Japan, the main one being in China, which is also the country where they were the most famous. Because no matter the profession, they always seemed to like violence. It means that some may be heroes, vigilantes, villains, policemen, bodyguards, doctors, martial arts instructors, etc. They valued total freedom, strength, often seemed to have a personal territory they defended and protected, and utterly destroyed their enemies.

It tended to confuse heroes and authorities, because they always helped each other if there was the need, even if they were on the other side of the law. Most people just quickly learned not to mess with a Hibari, or bother them.

Hard to predict and to understand, with their own rules, morales and people in high places ? Talk about an headache ! Organizations sended a warning with every birth, along with the area they were staying. They had a hierarchy, were organized pretty much like a mafia or a yakusa clan. The majority of the world had long since given up trying to control them. They just watched, and prayed to avoid their anger, or worst their Rage (a thing so terrifying, so horrifying it made everyone shudder and pale just thinking about it. Be it because they saw one, or the aftermath of one, or even just heard the stories of the peoples who did.)

Inko knew that even married and with a child she couldn't make her husband stay long in one place. She had learned and accepted it long ago, and it may hurt a bit, but his happiness was more important.

He worked in the police, somewhere confidential. It was important for him to move, to be free, and she loved him too much to try to tie him to her. He still came home from time to time, because he loved her too, and their son (there was never any doubts about this fact. He just expressed it differently than most.) And he taught Kyoya the Hibari's way. (Not that he needed it much, it was very similar to the one he learned in his first life, but there were some new things, mostly linked with the era of Quirks.)

Hibari Kyoya's mother may not totally understand her husband and son, but she supported them as well as she could ; with love, acceptance, smiles, good meals, stories, some normality and calm in their hectic lives.

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Little Kyoya was a quiet and watchful child. He had the typical Hibari's looks, straight black hair, a fine face, pretty but sharp (even with the roundness of childhood), and gray eyes. He liked meat and animal documentaries. He quickly decided that his territory would be the neighborhood. For now. When he grew up he would make himself a bigger one.

He didn't really have friends at school, but it suited him fine. He would have liked someone like Kusakabe, because he had been loyal and helpful. (He hadn't been his friend. Not at all.) They were all stupid herbivores, even with their Quirks. In fact it made them worse. They thought they were carnivores, just because of their abilities. They were so obviously wrong it was pathetic.

(Hibari had never been the most patient man. So to go trough school once again, when he had already done all he could in his past life to be outside of it as much as possible… It took all he had to ignore them. He mostly slept in classes.)

At four, after a visit to the doctor, he learned he didn't have Quirk.

At four, he learned that most people judged him inferior, unimportant for that.

At four, when his father asked him what kind of weapons he wanted for his birthday he answered tonfas.

At four and a half, after watching news on the TV about All Might, he decided he would be a hero. To protect his territory, keep people from crowding and making trouble, and, more important, assert his place at the top of the food chain (to prove his superiority and destroy their stupid discrimination. People didn't have Quirks in his time, and even without flames, were perfectly strong enough to match a hero.)

Not that he was going to wait for a license to start doing that. He was more mature than the last time he was a child ; he would just have to be more discreet. Being a child wasn't an excuse to let herbivores do what they wanted in his territory.

At five, people who had tried to bully him for his lack of Quirk were terrified of him, the professors were persuaded he was a demon disguised as a child or a villain in the making (couldn't they see he was trying to maintain the order ?) and he had been called to the principal office many times. It only succeeded in not using his tonfas and using less strength because his parents reminded him that his classmate were weak and fragile (and not worth the punishments).

The number of crimes was also, strangely, steadily decreasing. The police suspected a new vigilante, but there was no proof, no name, nothing. (Hibari may have hated Mukuro, but Mist Flames, the little amount he had, were quite useful.)

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The day the Musutafu police got the memo that a new Hibari was born in the area, the younger policemen had the dubious pleasure to watch their seniors and superiors' reactions. They were too young to understand, not informed enough, so they could only stare in confusion as the older men and women looked as though someone told them the arrival of the apocalypse.

"Why are they acting like that ?" asked Sansa Tamakawa, a young man with a cat head. It was his first year in the Police Force.

The secretary he was talking with shrugged. She was an intern, and had no idea. "I don't know, but I can only guess it's something bad. Is there a new serial killer or something ?"

"I don't think so, we would have heard of it. And they didn't react like that with the last one." answered Sansa, confused.

Their eyes only grew wider when one of the best inspectors came back with a bottle of hard alcohol (probably whiskey or something, it had an amber color), and spiked his coffee mug with it, before passing it to the closest officer.

"Is the state going to cut our founds again ? Do we have to collaborate with Endeavor for a long period ? Has All Might died ?" Worried Sansa, growing more and mora agitated with incertitude.

"No you poor, innocent child. It's the Hibaris. A new one is born in the country. Worse, he's in our prefecture !" Finally answered one of his superiors, one of the older ones, his hairs almost white and face wrinkled by time and stress. "I'm lucky I will soon retire. I had enough dealing with the boy's father before he was promoted. But you lot... there is going to be the childhood and then teenagerhood... and if you're unlucky he will stay here and you'll have to deal with an adult Hibari. Prepare yourself, the next few years are going to be a wild ride !"

"But why ? Why is a birth so problematic ? Are we talking about a family of villains ? I don't really remember this name, I may have heard of it in passing, but I can't tell when."

"Alright, I'm going to name some of them, and you are going to think about what traits they have in common. Some of the most famous Hibaris, those days and in the past are : the Eye of the Storm, Fon, the Chinese hero ; The Franco-Italian spy/information dealer/vigilante Handcuffs, real name Alaude ; Our Commissioner himself, and father of the child, Dragonfire Hibari Hisashi." He listed, a finger raised with each name.

"I'm … not sure ? They must all be Hibaris, and from different countries. They're probably pretty strong ? " said Sansa, trying to figure who he is talking about.

"Try insanely strong. And stubborn. And destructive, uncontrollable, with a lot of connections, half of them outside of the law, and people you should avoid angering at any cost. They levelled cities for less. In fact the best is often to avoid them as much as possible. The problem is that us, as the police, have to clean up their messes the majority of the time."

"He just a baby right now tough. He shouldn't be able to cause problems before a few years at least, right ?"

"Trust me, it will start before he is six. They're monsters, even the children are highly dangerous. Worst, childhood is before they learn to control their impulses. Our Commissioner is pretty calm most of the time now, but from what I heard, it wasn't the case before he went to highschool, or something."

"And what can we do when the time come ?" asked the secretary.

"Try to deal with it calmy, clean the messes, prevent anyone from dying. And stay as sane as possible without becoming alcoholic. Trust me, the tentation can be strong."

"Alright…"

In the offices, the next day, activities had resumed as usual. But they counted days anxiously until the cataclysm that was Hibari Kyoya striked.

And it did.

Poor, poor policemen. They weren't paid enough for that, even with the special bonus given in Hibari related cases.

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For his sixth birthday, Hibari got a pleasant surprise. He remembered vaguely an evening when his father had offhandedly asked him what were his favorite animals apart of carnivores.

When came the time to open his presents (practicals things, but fitting for a child), his mother left the room and came back with a big object obscured by a drape. Hibari immediately noticed that it had the shape of a cage. She put it on the table, in front of him and gave him a corner of the sheet.

He wasted no time pulling it, revealing not one, but two small birds. Bright yellow, black eyes, a wide beak for their size, little wings, round like balls. One had a strange… haircut. But with feathers. It gave him a pompadour.

Hibari loved them instantly.

Even more when he was told that it was a particularly intelligent bred, one that could repeat words or melodies. He opened the cage, and they flew out, rapidly coming to perch on him, in his hand. They were young, and still small (well, smaller than when adult). He gave his parent a rare but heartfelt smile, and they decided that it had been a good idea. They both had noticed how his eyes trailed longer on birds, and after seeing a drawing of one he did, (of a non-aggressive animal for once) they had thought he'd like it.

The normal looking one, who had already started to repeat an approximation of Hibari's name was called Hibird (secretly Junior, or II, but it would be a hassle to explain why). The other, with his pompadour and calmer demeanor was named after his past right-hand, Kusakabird. (Let it be said that Hibari had no originality when it came to naming things. His parent found it hilarious.)

Despite the big cage they came in, they rarely ever spent time in it, only returning at night to sleep when Hibari was in bed. They were well behaved, knew better than dirtying anything in the house, so Inko and Hisashi let them be.

Otherwise, they followed him everywhere, from the bathroom (they loved taking baths in a bassinet while he was preparing for school), to class. Some professors had tried to protest, but they were quickly silenced by others. They didn't cause any problems, and Hibari looked calmer now that they were here. And it wasn't worth the risks of being beaten black and blue.

As for the children, well, they didn't approach him. The birds were always perched on his shoulders or on his head, so there wasn't any way to see them closer without "crowding" him, and they had learned long ago not to do that. Some would spread bread crumbs or seeds not far from them and hope the fluff balls were hungry. It worked sometimes, and Hibari tolerated it, as long as they didn't try to touch or catch his birds. Like this, the children were happy, and he didn't have to worry about Hibird and Kusakabird being hungry.

Oh, there were some that didn't like it, not at all. A quirkless boy with such strength, that somehow managed to keep terrorizing everyone without much punishments ? Sure, some kids with "better" and "heroic" quirks were more encouraged, and teachers would turn their eyes elsewhere when they used their Quirks when they weren't supposed to. But no one was at the top of the food chain, even if they wished to.

Bakugou Katsuki was one of them. (They were never friends to begin with.) Unfortunately for him, his quick temper lead him to more than one fights with Hibari. All lost. No matter how much he tried, he never really managed to get close to winning, a fact that he had a hard time comprehend. It just didn't fit in his vision of the world.

So the explosive boy did the only thing he could to stop the paradox between his perceived superiority and Hibari strength ; he ignored it. Acted as if the other boy didn't exist.

(Which suited the former Vongola Guardian just fine. He disliked the childish interactions, and prefered being left alone. He knew he was better than them, and followers were just bothersome. His goal was to pass as much of School asleep as possible.)

Hibari was never really part of the class anyhow. More of an entity forced to come. Whispers of "Monster" and "Demon" followed him in where he went, by children and adults alike when they though he couldn't hear.

He was weird, too strong, too mature, too smart. He would sometimes talk in animal metaphors, refused to acknowledge those he deemed weak. Some swore they saw a strange purple aura when he was particularly angry (he wasn't these time, just very annoyed. You Knew when an Hibari was angry. The damage costs were a lot highter and the number of injuries too), a thing that thankfully hardly ever happened.

But it couldn't be, right ? He was quirkless after all. Or so they hoped. Because for them the tough of an Hibari with a power was even more scary that one without.

Oh, how wrong they were. Hibari had never needed that kind of power to be strong. In his former life, flame were just a convenient tool. They would be in this one too. He knew his parents suspected he could use them. His father at least.

Because Flames and their usage was recorded in the Family Archives, and still talked about, even if just as children fables. Stories always had a base of truth in the Hibari Clan. They believed in learning from history. So what if Flame haven't been seen in more than a century, since the beginning of Quirks ? It wasn't unheard for one of them to do something that most though impossible.

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In the underworld, fear was slowly setting in. The number of arrest had slowly increased, a fact that wouldn't usually register. If not for the fact that the criminals had all been found beaten by an unknown party, one the couldn't remember. No face or voice, not the body type or the gender. As if a shadow did it.

Those who had heard about the birth of a new Hibari suspected it (The police too by the way. Hisashi felt secretly very proud. So young, already taking down criminals). But there was no proof, and most of the other criminals, the younger ones, the weaker ones, or those that ignored everything about Hibaris just scoffed at them. A child, under ten, doing this ? Ridiculous.

Some suspected yes, but since they knew about the Hibaris, they didn't act on it. They weren't suicidal, thank you. Because, if there was something more terrifying than an Hibari, even an angry one, it was an Hibari's parent, whose child had been threatened. It was common sense. They weren't suicidal, thank you very much. They would just do anything to avoid the area until he left. No matter how long it would take. (Or just relocate if he decided he liked it here, and set his territory in Musutafu.)

Poor, poor criminals. They weren't paid enough by they bosses for the risks they were in when "working" in the neighborhood.