Funeral.

Ironically enough, the sky was gray on that day, covered by clouds.

Kyoya Hibari supposed that the weather was appropriate for the occasion.

The occasion being the 'funeral' of Tsunayoshi Sawada.

All of the herbivores that surrounded him were in tears or looked like they were going to succumb to tears at any moment. Hibari kept his own expression blank.

He was one of the two who currently knew the truth – that Tsunayoshi wasn't actually dead, but in a 'long term slumber that required a coffin' as the man had described it just days before. And, soon enough during his 'slumber' , their past selves would be coming back to save this world like they could not.

Tsunayoshi had always been something like an enigma to Hibari, who wasn't even sure why he agreed to the plan in the first place, to be completely honest.

He stood up in the back of the group, leaning against a tree as the service went on, and the never ending body-shaking sobs of Nana Sawada meeting his ears several times, while her equally upset husband tried to comfort her.

He wondered in the back of his mind if Tsunayoshi knew what he was doing to his family. The thought was only in his mind for a few seconds, before dismissing it, because Hibari was sure that Tsunayoshi was knowledgeable of what would happen when their past selves were successful (they didn't have any choice in the matter, really) and he came back.

Tsunayoshi would have hell to pay, from Hibari included.

The service ended soon and the casket was closed. Hibari was the first one out of the clearing without a single word, walking fast to get out of the forest and back to Namimori Middle. He made his way to the roof and took a seat.

Hibari knew that Tsunayoshi's death was just a temporary thing and that he of all people should not be feeling like so.

But no matter how hard he tried to suppress these feelings and keep straight-faced unlike the herbivores back in the clearing, his insides and emotions twisted and knotted up and he needed a few ochoko's of sake.

He looked back up at the cloudy sky and let out an almost non-existent sigh as a rain drop fell on his nose.

Several people in the past – most of them had been properly bitten to death after saying so to his face – had said that the cloud was always to protect the sky and was the closest to said sky.

The last time someone had said that to him must have had been four or five years ago, but after this Hibari truly felt that he couldn't deny that phrase anymore.

A/N: I should be doing homework right now.

Instead, have a badly written short ficlet that has been done 1,000,005 times, but was oddly relaxing and stuff to write.