Hello there !
I am currently writing these OS as a response to my other collection of OS : When they saved her.
Chrome is not a weak damsel in distress. She is a badass and deserves to be treated as such.

I hope you'll like it.
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CHAPTER 1 : HIBARI KYOUYA

Hibari hated to admit it, but right now he was in a bad position. The four men before him had cornered him and he now had his back against the wall. His movements were limited by such little space - and by the gun wound on his thigh and the large gash on his side, he had to admit it.

He swung his tonfa forward, hitting one of the men square in the jaw. He used the momentum to switch place with him and was now facing the wall he had been cornered against. His feral smile reappeared and he heard one of his opponents gulp loudly.

His tonfas flew against the four men's jaws and ribs and cheeks and necks, landing with satisfying cracks. He chuckled as one of the four men didn't stand back up after a particularly violent blow.

A gunshot echoed in the small room and he startled, turned around and gasped. He only felt the pain in his arm when he faced the man aiming at him. He growled. He had been careless, too confident. He had turned his back to one of them, thinking he had been down for good.

He humpfed in annoyance when he tried to raise his left arm, only to discover that it moved way too slowly. Pain shot through him and he refrained himself from touching the wound. He walked towards the man, determined, ready to knock him out in one blow.

He never got to hit the man as someone grabbed his left wrist and twisted it, forcing him to his knees. He groaned from the pain and the loss of blood, small white stars shining in front of his eyes. The man was pushing a finger against his fresh wound. His hand was forced opened and he felt his beloved tonfa slipping from his usually tight grip.

He felt another man grabbing his right arm but he held onto his weapon as if his life depended on it because it did. The same person grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing his head up. That way he was facing the last man standing. He was aiming at him with a small gun, a smug smirk on his lips. He looked way to satisfied for Hibari's liking.

"I'll bite you to death." He growled. The man chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

In his ears, he could hear the other Guardians calling each other. They had heard the gunshot and wanted to know if anyone had been hurt. When he didn't answer he heard them groan. He rarely answered them anyway. And he was Hibari, he never got too hurt.

Hibari wanted to roll his eyes but he wondered if angering the man in front of him even more would be wise. He cocked the gun. No, it wouldn't be.

"The famous Vongola Skylark." He said and the man behind him tugged again on his hair so his chin was up in the air. "And I am the one with the power to kill you right here and right now. How satisfying."

"What are you waiting for, then ?" He growled.

"Oh, I just want to play with my prey for a second. Maybe I'll be able to get some precious information from you too. You know how our goal is to erase the Vongola." His smile grew darker and Hibari heard the two men behind him snicker. He also felt them tugging on his arm and held a wince. He couldn't show them he was in pain. He couldn't show it to anyone.

"So, tell me, Skylark. Tell me everything you know. I know you're not that close to the others, so it shouldn't really be a problem for you. What is betrayal if it keeps you alive ?"

"Hu hu. I'll never tell you anything." His feral smile reappeared on his face and even if the man tried to hide it, he saw him gulp again. He also felt the two men behind him tightening their grips on his arms.

The man took a couple of steps towards him and pressed the barrel of the gun against his forehead. Hibari's eyes never left his.

The man was ready to speak again when a loud bang echoed behind him and he turned around. Hibari tugged on his hair to try and see what was happening. Who dared interrupt them ? The idiots were revealing their intentions.

A blurred shape rushed towards them. Hibari smiled widely, a sight the men behind him really hoped to never see again. The Cloud Guardian even chuckled. These fools were doomed.

A thick purple mist filled the room, and the men began to panic. Everyone knew what it meant. Through the smoke, Hibari saw the tip of a spear sweeping the man with the gun off of his feet. The firearm fell with a clang.

Hibari used the surprise to move from his knees to a crouched position and used his foot to push the man holding his right arm and try to make him fall. The man only stumbled and jerked his arm at a painful angle.

The man holding his left arm pushed his knee against Hibari's spine and he was forced to kneel again, his face pressed against the floor.

He tried and turned his hand left and right but without his tonfa it was useless. He realized the mist was clearing. From his position, he could only see legs and a spear and indigo flames. He noticed the body of the man who had the gun slumped against a wall on the other side of the room and grinned.

Suddenly, the man holding his right arm was wrenched away by an invisible force. The other man grabbed it before he could react and forced the hand between his knee and Hibari's back.

He saw a tendril of mist slithering towards him and raising slowly. Behind it, Chrome was fighting, spear against sword and fists, and she was winning. She always was.

He felt the pressure on his wrist and back lessen and the man behind him seemed to be gasping for air. He smirked. Sure the fool didn't expect her to be able to fight two opponents at the same time, even less when one of them was on the other side of the room.

She threw the man she was fighting against and his body hit the wall on the other side of the room with a deadly crack.

With only one man left, and he was already choking, Chrome lifted the rest of her mist and strode towards them confidently. The man twisted Hibari's left arm, pushing against the gun wound and Hibari couldn't hold a wince. Chrome frowned at that.

She lifted her spear, leveling it with the man's throat, pushing against her mist tendril.

"Why would you such a foolish thing ?" Her voice was quiet, her eyes dark. "Hurting my Family, inflicting pain to the ones I love. That's utterly senseless." She tilted her head on the side as if she was thinking.

Hibari craned his neck to take a better look at her. Her dark hair had fallen from her tight bun and was falling on her face, shadowing her eyes. Specks of blood sparkled on her white skin and a small cut at the base of her neck was dripping with blood. He frowned.

"I would kill you for way less than that." She pushed the tip of her spear further and the man gasped when she pierced the skin. When she retreated Hibari could see blood running down the metal. "Release him." She ordered coldly.

When the man hesitated she pressed her spear back into his throat and took a menacing step towards him. Finally, Hibari was released. He slumped forwards, caught himself on his right arm and crouched as he rolled to face the man too. He grabbed his tonfas in a swift move, backing up Chrome.

With a single flick of her wrist, the man fell at her feet, dead. She grimaced as she stepped aside so as not to touch him.

"Trash."

She quickly turned to face Hibari and crouched in front of him, a worried look on her face.

"How do you feel ?" She frowned, knowing it was a stupid question: she could see he was wounded but knew he'd deny feeling any pain.

Hibari barely glanced at her before he tried to stand up. In an instant she had her arm slipped around him, helping him up. He ignored her and didn't thank her. it was better that way, she'd feel weird if he had.

She sat him up, letting him lean against a nearby wall. She tore a pan of her already torn shirt, revealing her stomach. Hibari didn't even glance.

She wrapped the fabric tightly against his thigh, pressing it hard to try and stop the bleeding as best as she could before the Sun Guardian could take care of him. She tore another piece of her suit, her skirt this time, shortening it by a fair amount. She wrapped his torso, pressing it against the gash against his ribs. The last piece she took was from her shirt again and she tied his arm tightly too.

With a satisfied nod of her head, she slipped her arm back around his back to help him up.

He wobbled slightly as he stood, he felt a little light-headed from the tiredness and the blood loss. He leaned a bit more against her.

She stood as tall as she could to help him, never wavering under the additional weight. After years fighting alongside the boys she was used to carrying them when one of them got too hurt to walk.

As they left the room she pushed the small button on her earpiece to let the others know where they were and that Hibari had been hurt. He had groaned, telling her to shut up, but she had looked at him from the corner of her eye before ignoring him.

They met Yamamoto on their way out, but the tall man didn't even try to replace Chrome. The other Guardians all knew they'd be beaten to death should they try to help him. Chrome was the only one who ever dared to do it anyway.

"You'd have troubles killing me if you were dead, anyway." She had shrugged once. He hadn't answered her.

They made their way silently, Hibari was thankful for that.

When they finally reached the limo outside, where the rest of the Family was waiting for them, they all sighed, relieved to leave the place. Ryohei hopped towards them, releasing his Flames onto Hibari as they walked.

Even when they reached the car Chrome didn't leave Hibari's side, nor when they reached the Vongola Property.

All the Guardians were checked on by an army of doctors, half of them too scared to go near the Cloud Guardian. The other half only went near him if either Chrome or Tsuna were there too. If it amused the others greatly, it annoyed Hibari to no end.

As a doctor was dabbing a wet towel against the gash on his ribs he couldn't help but look at Chrome, sitting next to him on the same bed. Another man was cleaning a cut on her arm and the one on her neck. She kept glancing at him too but neither spoke.

No matter what he'd do or say, he wasn't alone anymore. They had his back. She had his back, just like he had hers.