"I'm too young to die!" bleated the second year Hibari was currently punishing on the rooftop. Which was utter bullshit, so Hibari gave him another knock on the head with his tonfas for that comment. You were never too young to die. In fact, young fools were usually the first to go down on the battlefield because of their inexperience, youth, and general stupidity.
Case in point, the herbivore who was cowering before him. Covered in bruises and cuts, still he had not learned to keep his mouth shut. Hibari mentally added spouting idiocy to the long list of crimes the boy held to his name, including one: harassment of a female student, two: the bad fortune to come across Hibari when he was in a bad mood, and three: being a herbivore. The first could one day, with copious amounts of repentance, be forgiven, perhaps even the second. However, combined with the third, his transgressions were inexcusable.
With a quick blow to the temple, the boy slumped over, unconscious. Mercy did not become Hibari Kyoya, and that was not why he had cut their session short.
"Baby," he said without blinking, "what are you doing here."
Reborn hopped down from his hidden spot and smiled, "We require your assistance."
"No," replied Hibari predictably.
Reborn ignored him and proceeded to outline the mission's parameters.
"No," repeated Hibari.
Tsuna's home tutor sighed inwardly. The Cloud Guardian was really too stubborn for his own good. Time to bring out the big guns..
"Our second choice is the Mist Guardian." Rokudo Mukuro - Hibari's most hated enemy. That caught his attention enough. Hook.
"I'm sure he'll be overjoyed to meet with Tsuna again." Line.
"Elaborate," said the dark-haired boy with narrowed eyes. And sinker.
This probably wouldn't be as difficult if they didn't have an audience. Gokudera and Yamamoto were loud. And distracting. And really unhelpful. Then again, he was a chronic failure, so it was likely it would make no difference.
"Heel, toe, heel, toe!" barked Bianchi ruthlessly.
Tsuna attempted to obey, stumbling along in his kitten heels. Kitten heels. Miraculously, he had not sprained an ankle or else grievously injured himself. Yet. It was only a matter of time before he did, Tsuna suspected. After all, how could he concentrate with his two friends in the background, bickering one minute and hollering pseudo-supportive comments the next? He should just be thankful that Reborn wasn't here. No - the Vongola baby was off convincing Hibari, the Cloud Guardian, to agree to help with the assignment. Considering the trouble they went through just to persuade Hibari to be the Cloud Guardian, Reborn would be gone for a while.
And of course, at that very moment, because the universe hated him, Reborn kicked Tsuna's door open. A sullen-looking Hibari Kyoya followed (Tsuna was all of a sudden very grateful to Bianchi for allowing him to wear his normal, male clothes).
"Whoa," remarked Gokudera, who had for the moment stopped yelling at Yamamoto, "I didn't expect him to actually come."
"Is Hibari going to wear high-heels too?" asked Yamamoto with innocent curiosity and an unintentional death wish.
"I am observing," snapped the prefect. He, with a disdainful glance at his surroundings, chose to lean on the wall, eyes boring into Tsuna.
"Idiot student. what are you waiting for?" prompted Reborn. The sadist.
Bianchi, eyes turning into hearts, straightened up. "You heard Reborn-san!" she said cheerfully. "Heel, toe, heel, toe, at least try to walk in a straight line, Tsuna!"
Tsuna cried on the inside. There was no God.
Author's Note:
Ahaha. Hi. I updated before the end of the year? *scratches cheek* I was on vacation guys, sorry.
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