Hi everyone~ Sorry for the wait….haha...it's been more than a year since the last update wow I feel awful :').

It seemed only right that a HibarixOC fic has 18 chapters, so here's the final chapter of The Things I Hate About You.

I feel like there should be a more profound author's note after such a long time...but...That's not what y'all came for.

So for the last time, this is a collaboration fic with awesomeo123, I don't own KHR (obviously) and thanks for reading, enjoy C:

Chapter 18 - You're Hibari Kyoya

"...So K-chan, a little bird told me that you and that Hibari boy are…" Yumi started making spastic movements with his hands and the occasional jerk of his head in a failed attempt to telepathically convey some sort of enquiry about my current...emotional...situation...Yeah let's just stick to calling it that.

"I don't speak vague gesture, Yumi."

Yumi sighed and looked like he was working through a couple of sentences in his head to find the best way to communicate with words in a civilised manner.

I waited and shoved a handful of popcorn into my mouth.

So a week had passed since Hibari and I both affirmed that our oh-so-romantic feelings for each other were mutual and whatnot (yes congrats to us). You'd think a revelation as dramatic as that would incite some form of bond strengthening between us, but no, I went to school as usual, Hibari trawled the hallways inflicting fear upon the unsuspecting citizens of Nami-Chuu and we maintained our limited levels of daily interaction.

It was about that point when Yumi caught wind of what had happened that fateful day. He'd somehow managed to coerce me into another one of his rom-com chick-flick marathons. (I think he actually likes the cringe-worthy cheesiness no matter how much he fruitlessly denies it.)

"What have you two...done together...recently...in the past week?"

"...Hang out?"

He seemed to take a breath of relief. "Oh? Where?"

"Well, during breaks and after school I hang out in the disciplinary committee room reading Jump and Hibari does his fancy prefect stuff."

"..." Yumi facepalmed. "Really? Is that all you've learnt from what shoujo manga and I have taught you?"

I stared blankly at him and gave a half-hearted one shoulder shrug.

He sighed disappointedly, pulling out a neatly folded sheet from his back pocket, "Look all you gotta is follow these instructions."

Why do you have such a detailed and nicely hand-written document of...date plans..?

"Okay, first off…"

Step 1. Convince Hibari to go to the sakura viewing with you.

So there I was, standing….sitting by the school gates waiting for Hibari to finish his disciplinary whatsits rounds.

...It'd been hours since school had ended. Does it really take this long to do rounds?!

A chilly wind had picked up to welcome in the night. Leaves were doing all that fancy rustling and stuff. Slowly one by one the lights in the school building had gone out as late night teachers left. Of course not a single one of them noticed me as they passed out the school main entrance. A few stars had even appeared in the darkening sky…and yet no sign of Hibari.

In retrospect maybe it wasn't such a good idea to intercept him without giving him a heads up. With a defeated sigh I stood up, dusted myself off and trudged my way to the park.

And guess who was there.

My gawd. "You were here the whole time?!"

"Hn…?"

It'll be easy, he said. Just suavely walk up to him and flutter your eyelashes, and ask cutely, he said.

"So, I was wondering…if you were free tomorrow, and you didn't have anything to do or anyone to be with...or you know, if you just wanted to..." Cue eye flutter. I mean fluttering of eyes. No wait, it's fluttering of the eyeLASHES. I got this. I so got this.

Nailed it.

"Do you have something in your eye?"

...No, you nincompoop.

This did not go as planned.

'Ask cutely - ' Screw this.

"Hey Hibari, do you wanna hang with me and watch the sakura viewing tomorrow? Since it's a public holiday and all..."

"...Ok."

Mission accomplished. "I'll bring food and - "

"No. No, I'll bring the food." He looked pained.

"...Wao you can cook? Sweet!"

Step 2. Bring food to sakura viewing. Let Hibari find an empty spot.

But I figured since Hibari was bringing the food, I'd find the spot. So here I was at sunrise, crack of dawn, beginning of a new day, sleep deprived as fuck.

The waiting game begins again.

But then came Hibari, armed with a picnic basket. "You're early."

"...So are you."

So the two of us sat in blissfully crowdless field of sakura petals, eating rice balls. They weren't even rice balls...they were like flat rice pancakes. Without salt, toppings, fillings...anything. "Wow Hibari...they're...really delicious?" At least he tried.

He was too smug. "Of course they are."

Step 3. When all is peaceful and quiet, lean on his shoulder.

In my self-conscious state, stuffed full with...rice, my sleep deprivation kicked in, and I fell aside onto something soft and squishy.

Hibari Kyoya was so amazing he could hear the sound of flower petals falling. And he hated them. Unfortunately, sakura viewing was all about falling flower petals.

It was meant to be a peaceful, relaxing activity where one could just let themselves take in the wonder and beauty of nature. But no, for Hibari, it was no such thing - all his senses were too hypersensitive, he was too tense, and all his attention was concentrated on the warmth on his shoulder. His nerves of steel were just not steely enough. Although he'd never say it out loud, he hadn't been able to sleep a wink the night before.

It was the manly thing to do, showing up early to...these sorts of things. Yeh. Hibari was...satisfied, that Kaze had been just as early as he had been, like they were alone together on the same wavelength.

"HIE! Hibari-san!"

Hibari glared, a silent threat, extremely aware of who was dozing on his shoulder.

"Ano...but...I thought you hated sakura after...last...time...and..." Tsuna finally got the memo to shut up. "It's her birthday today, isn't it?" Beaming, he left, probably to find a distant, empty spot.

...It is? No, no, but the herbivore couldn't have gotten the date right. He was mistaken.

No sooner had Sawada Tsunayoshi left, did his 'mentor' appear. "Ey! Hibari!" With a wide grin at the sight of Kaze, threw a silent thumbs up.

Looking away, he almost wished Kaze hadn't been on his shoulder, so he could bite the idiotic blonde to death. Almost.

"Make sure you treat her to something special today, alright?"

"There's nothing special today. It's just Foundation Day."

Dino gave an irritating wink. "And what'd you call that organisation you made in the future? Foundation? Gee, I wonder." Proceeding to back away, Dino continued winking and making weird faces at the two of them, before charging headfirst into a tree.

Hibari gave a snort. Justice is served.

Some people started approaching from the road and as they came closer, Hibari could make out Mukuro with his followers in tow. They paused in front of them, feigning surprise. "Well well, who do we have here?"

Hibari snarled. "What are you doing..." It hit him that he wasn't quite sure what the pineapple haired fellow's name was. The herbivore often called him 'Mukuro', but he was never paying enough attention to be certain...that it actually was the name of the person standing before him.

"Sakura viewing. Don't you just love sakura?"

Something was giving Hibari hives. It was either the idiot in front of him, or the pink flowers. But for the sake of the person leaning on him, Hibari couldn't whip out his tonfas and beat the crap of the damned pineapple. Apparently it was bleedingly obvious he was holding back.

Aw-ing, 'Mukuro' clasped his hands together. "Aquarius and Taurus sitting in a tree. Well, under a tree. Either way it doesn't look good. Highly incompatible." He looked so forlorn Hibari was almost convinced he was right. Almost.

"How do you know her star sign?"

"Don't you feel it?"

From the expression of the people around him, no one quite did. So they looked away awkwardly, admiring the flowers.

"Oh come on!" He pointed to his crew, exasperatedly. "You're libra, he's Virgo - she's cancer - "

The green haired kid clapped, without much emotion. "That's such a cool parlour trick shisho."

As they continued with their inane conversation and he could feel his temper rising. Crowding.

"Fine," Mukuro snapped, skulking away. "But I'm warning you Hibari Kyoya. There are no faults in the stars."

"It's okay," the green haired kid advised with as much enthusiasm as a university student during exam week, "shisho's just jealous. Now that you've...found someone."

No sooner had Hibari attempted to decipher what the midget had implied, he noticed a visitor slowly edging through the peaceful grove towards where he was sitting.

After a pitiful five minutes watching as the tall male tried to make his subtle way tree by tree, Hibari cleared his throat loudly.

With an awkward chuckle, Fuyumi stepped out of the woods, "...Hey there… I totally didn't see you guys...hah."

Hibari tugged a slip of paper from Kaze's fingers, and offered it to the older figure. "You left this behind."

"What are you talking about? That's not mine...ha...ha ha."

"Step four, hold hands and walk together in public. Step five, ki - "

"Alright, alright, so my instructions suck," Yumi grumbled, taking the paper and folding it all too carefully. "Seems like it turned out okay though."

"Hn."

"Well, just so it's clear, if you ever hurt K-chan's feelings, I will find. And I will kill you. Or I will die trying."

Hibari highly doubted that the older guy would be able to do any of the sort, but gave him the benefit of the doubt anyway. "Hn."

With that, Fuyumi walked away turning back once to give the universal 'I'm watching you' hand-eye gesture.

Just as his figure disappeared into the distance, Kaze stirred, slipping off his shoulder. "Is it just me, or did I just miss a lot?"

Hibari responded a little too quickly. "No. Nothing." A pleasant silence passed between them. "Happy Birthday." Or is it not?

"Oh...so it is. Thanks." He could see the gears slowly turn in her head. "Wait...how did you know?"

"...Just a feeling."

"Alright, let's see if I can get your birthday then." She squinted, doing spirit fingers. "I'm feeling...five."

Hibari twitched.

"Yup, definitely five. In fact... double fives? Imma take a punt and go May fifth…?"

Hibari stared at her dumbfounded.

Kaze did an enthusiastic fist pump into the air, "Whoot I'm right~. ESP for the win."

A thought crossed his mind. "Kaze," he started, a little off-tone, "why do you like me?"

"...That...that's sudden. Why do I…? Well..." She cleared her throat, as if she had a little speech prepared. She opened her mouth, then closed it. "Well, let me first make it clear that it definitely isn't for your looks."

What a great start.

"It...it's kind of hard to say I guess. At first I definitely did not like you at all. But then...you grew on me. Like how kids hate eating vegetables but then they grow up and they don't hate it anymore?...Well...not quite like that..Uhh…why don't we start with the things I hate about you?"

"...Hn. Fine."

"You're violent. You're...pretty stupid. You're weird, mysterious, and an irrevelation."

...A what?

" - not to mention awkward. And so unhelpfully helpful, eco-friendly and prideful." Those...aren't actually bad traits. Kaze sensed his elation, and rolled her eyes. "Though you waste my money and are so totally rude. Not to mention how you can be so...illogical! And you act lukewarm. At best."

...It's over. "You hate all of that?"

"Let me finish." She took a deep breath. "You're free. You make my heart go doki doki. And you can be cute. You're not my friend...because you're more than that. That's about all I have to say about you."

"What do you like about me?"

"You're Hibari Kyoya."

Extra - Soulmate AU

Kami Kaze was born with a small cluster of clouds on her right arm just under her shoulder. They didn't take up much skin and were coloured a strange shade of purple. Often Kaze would frown at it when unflattering light made it seem like she was bruised. But all in all, it was a fairly decent Soul Mark.

At least it actually looked like something. She'd seen kids with vague black blotches and others with random lines across their body.

But it wasn't anything fancy either. Nothing like that Yamamoto kid in her class at elementary school who had a fricking waterfall down his back which kind of made him look like he was part of some yakuza gang. Or that Gokudera boy down the road with the trail of blazing fire down his left arm.

Both very loud personalities. Both with equally loud Soul Marks.

And that was to be expected, Kaze supposed, because these marks were meant to represent you and your potential soulmate, whether romantic or platonic. It represented your personalities and your relationship. The mark matched you with the person most suited for you, the one you were supposedly most compatible with. The one who was your perfect other whilst at the same time being your perfect opposite.

Whatever the fuck that meant. "You'll get it when you're older." Well fuck if that cleared up any of her confusion at all. Because fuck straightforwardness. Love's always gotta be some complicated, logic-defying, messy pain in the ass, don't it.

Sometimes she couldn't help wondering, though. Wondering what it meant that she got a bunch of clouds. Of all things clouds.

So Kaze was a bunch of clouds. And her 'other' was a bunch of clouds. Whhaaaaaaaaaat…

As she got older Kaze managed to keep these thoughts at the back of her mind. It was pointless to think about and she always scoffed at the naive classmates of hers who never failed to ask every single new person they met what their mark was in the hopes that they'd meet "the one".

It was nauseating, because really, if the world was sick enough to give people physical signs that matched up cute little pairs and whatnot, wouldn't it also decide when and where those little pairs would actually bump into each other oh-so-accidentally and magically feel that spark?

...So sue her. Kaze may actually be just a little more of a romantic than one would think. Just a little. Like a smidge.

But Kaze moved through life trying not to wonder, to not let her mind wonder, about what her special one was like. Because disappointment was not a feeling Kaze dealt well with. Disdain, shock, horror, all that she could handle. But she'd rather not make up some unachievable image that will surely be smashed to pieces and trampled on.

If you really wanted to push, Kaze might even say she didn't really want to meet her soulmate at all. It'd be troublesome, she'd say.

And well, she's not wrong. But alas, it wasn't her choice to make.

So came one day as Kaze was walking down a corridor in her new high school. With her new iPhone 8S f plus minus. Not paying much attention to her path, her peripheral vision only registered a dark blur in front of her and she stopped in her tracks to avoid a collision.

The oncomer clearly did not share the same sentiment. Which would explain how the oncomer was ruthless as they barged their way through and slammed their right shoulder into Kaze's.

And finally the moment that Kaze had been eagerly dreading her whole life, she felt the metaphorical spark stem from her shoulder, the euphoria that washed through her body, all things sunshine and rainbows and sappy happiness that she'd read and heard.

Jerking to a sudden stop, the poor child turned to face her fate. And in return, a male graced her with a charming frown that clearly expressed his joy at their long-awaited meeting.

They stood staring each other for an immeasurable amount of time and for Kaze, the only thing that crossed her mind was...What a LOSER...and then it was...I'm stuck with THAT?!

It was probably safe to assume the other poor soul was having the same thoughts because...them being soulmates and all, the synching up of souls and whatnot yada yada.

When she finally shook herself out of her stupor, Kaze decided she might as well get this over with and lifted up the sleeve of her shirt to reveal the clouds on her right shoulder. There was a brief awkward moment when the guy only stared blankly at her, possibly wondering what in the worlds she was doing. It was in that moment Kaze allowed herself a glimmer of hope that this idiot might possibly not be her significant other (judging by the speed at which his brain cells moved) and it was all just a misunderstanding.

Unfortunately for her, fate was not so kind when the guy eventually managed to grasp his small brain around the concept that Kaze was looking for some physical confirmation of her misfortune.

And as the stars above had decreed, there lay on his right shoulder, the same little pattern of clouds all swirly and flowy.

Kaze sighed, having already resigned herself to the fact that this...thing was her soulmate.

I guess it...wouldn't hurt to get to know each other...?

Tentatively she stuck out a hand to the boy, and introduced herself. Because first impressions were everything right? "I'm Kami Kaze, nice to meet you...finally...?"

The guy barely glanced at her outstretched arm, sniffed disdainfully down the very few centimetres that he had over her, height-wise before gracefully turning around and walking away. If he'd held his nose any higher in the air it would've flown off.

...Well fuck you too asshole.

That was the last time Kaze tried approaching the boy.

Hibari Kyouya, his name was. Hibari Kyouya, the jerkface with the cool flowing jacket and the really glossy dark poofy hair and the-SUPER UGLY FACE, YEAH. She'd heard people talking about him as they peered down from their classroom as he 'punished' a bunch of latecomers at the school gates.

He was the student disciplinary...school...president...or something. Something pretentious and extremely outrageous like that. On their first meeting Kyouya hadn't worn the gaudy black jacket of his with the red armband, so she'd had no idea. People were actually afraid of him and there were plenty of rumours that were none too flattering.

In what twisted definition of perfect was this guy possibly her soulmate? At least the whole 'complete opposites' part worked because hell if Kaze had anything in common with that Kyouya guy. People didn't even notice her existence much less develop an opinion of her. How exactly was this her perfect match? She never wanted to even be in the same breathing space as him if she could.

As usual, the gods ignored Kaze's wishes.

It wasn't as though she actually tried to avoid the guy. But it's not like she made an effort to seek out his presence either, and yet the next few weeks proved to be a mix of awkwardness, barely-concealed disgust, frustration, exasperation and finally reluctant acceptance (in that order) as the two found themselves constantly bumping into each other in the hallways, secret secluded hiding spots, supermarkets, the library (imagine Kaze's surprise), and every other place that Kaze tried to escape the wrath of her future.

The two had finally had enough when they ended up being stuck with each other in an empty classroom for reasons best kept unknown and some IDIOT HAD LOCKED THEM IN.

Needless to say there was a lot of frowning and glaring and seething and growling before an outright brawl had broke out between them. (It had started off with Kaze snidely muttering under her breath, "God, why did I get such a jerk." Kyouya had retaliated with a tonfa in her face and a snarling, "I'll bite you to death." To which Kaze then slapped away with a gloved hand, accidentally whipping him in the face with the metal chains that were attached to her gloves. And it all went downhill from there.)

Many poor innocent tables and windows and the like suffered their fury. The principal was not impressed, sentencing the pair to a month of after-school cleaning...of the WHOLE school. Extreme measures you say? Reborn would disagree, it was a completely reasonable action to take, both for the benefit of maintaining the school's infrastructure and for the constructive development of a blossoming young love.

So there they were. Two awkward teenagers who were literally bound for life by their shoulders, sweeping the school courtyard. Well one was, the other was sulking as he leant against the base of a cherry blossom tree some distance away. Kyouya had tried to escape his detentions but a stern stare from the midget principal had him clicking his tongue and retreating to safety.

At some point Kaze gave up on her impossible mission and flopped backwards onto some grass and stared up at the bright sky. Blinking at the harsh light, she watched as clouds drifted across her vision with tufts and streaks of fluffy whites that changed shapes and size all the while slowly moving around the great canvas of blue. A gentle breeze brushed her face and up above the clouds lazily stretched further across the expanse, often tangling with each other, forming, reforming...

"What are you doing." Her lovely view and daydreaming was rudely interrupted by Kyoya's ugly mug as the he snarled down at her.

Choking on her own spit Kaze quickly rolled out from under the boy and sat up so fast she almost had whiplash.

"What are you doing?"

He stared at her, a little miffed at her response. Then without notice he headed off back into the school building. Kaze watched him go, she couldn't be more confused if she tried.

It was only then that she realised the sky had darkened considerably and the silence of night time was creeping in. She'd fallen asleep without realising...and Kyouya had...stayed with her?

Nah he probably fell asleep too or something…

She went out the gates on her way home that day with the eerie feeling that she was being watched.

Time went on and the two had no more heart-attack inducing encounters. They met after school to dole out their given task of cleaning the school, but it was mostly Kaze half-assedly working whilst Kyouya stared out some window or other all gloomy and mysterious-like.

By the end of the second week Kaze noticed that despite her lack of effort, the school was more or less in prime condition. She puzzled over it a bit, but pursued the thought no further, deciding to accept the small fortune she had been granted after all the pain of the past months.

She wandered the school grounds aimlessly and before long, had found the stairwell up to the rooftop. Curiosity killed the cat, but Kaze was no cat so she made her way up the few flights of stairs, blatantly ignoring the 'Do Not Enter' sign.

Walking out to the railing, Kaze let out a long sigh.

The sound of a throat clearing made her jump out of her skin and she spun around to face Kyouya. She held her breath, waiting to see what the unpredictable male would do. She tried not to make a break for it as he stepped closer to the railing, to her, and leant his back against it.

After much contemplation, Kaze slowly turned around again to lean her arms against the metal poles, making sure to pay attention to her right and keep an eye on Kyouya who was staring off into space.

Her gaze slowly trailed down to his right shoulder where the dark outline of his mark were visible through the cloth. It had been quite the hot summer day, which was probably why he wasn't wearing his jacket in that pompous manner of his where his arms were free of the sleeves. People made sleeves for a reason, God Kyouya, get over yourself.

But that was beside the point. Kaze hadn't given a thought in a while to the fact that Kyouya and herself were soulmates. Now that it was staring her in the face she once again felt that stifling weight of something bitter clench her guts. It felt as strange as that sounded.

Somehow in the midst of her ponderings, her arm had subconsciously lifted itself to grip at her own right shoulder, her own Soul Mark. The movement made Kyouya turn to look at her. They hadn't actually managed to look directly at each other ever since that first unfortunate meeting and right now, it once again stirred up some tingling feeling inside.

The touching moment was interrupted by the entrance of a little fluffy yellow bird, chirping...was that...could it be...it was. It was singing the school anthem, if Kaze wasn't so busy admiring the supreme poofiness of the animal she would have facepalmed.

The bird landed on Kyouya's outstretched finger and he brought it to his face where it nuzzled against his nose.

Kaze was officially creeped out.

The boy caught her staring and after what seemed like careful deliberation, he slowly extended out his hand, with the bird still on it, out to the dumbstruck girl.

Not quite sure what his intentions were, she held out a hand to the bird. It jumped onto her outstretched hand and ruffled its feathers into her palm. Kaze blinked up at Kyouya, awed and for the first time, he didn't glare back at her.

A gust of wind blew around them. It was nearing sunset and the clouds were tinged a nice mixture of orange, pink and purple. The whole setting was quite peaceful and gave a soothing effect on Kaze's troubled mind. But, whatever, she took the moment in stride and basked in the warm evening light.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kyouya was fiddling with something in his pocket. He shifted to face away from her and pulled his phone to his ear.

"Did you need us to do any cleaning today Kyo-san?" Kaze pulled her eyebrows down in a pensive frown. That sounded like Mr. Vice President of the Association of Disciplinary...uh whatsitmahcallit. So that's why all the work is done, even though neither of us did anything.

Kaze straightened up to watch as Kyouya muttered softly into the mobile. The little bird had started chirping again and bounced around her palm.

Clouds, huh? Always there, often clashing with each other in the middle of storms, sometimes mixing together, changing when a particular wind blew especially hard, or just floating together in companionable ease. Like they were now, illuminated by the setting sun…

Yeah no. Still don't get it. But that was okay. Kaze was fine with that. Soulmates. Bonds. Soul Marks. For life. Whatever...whatever this was between them, they'd work it out eventually.

Kyouya finished his little chat with his partner-in-crime and shoved both hands in his pockets as he looked at Kaze.

She gently shook the yellow bird off her hand and held it out to the boy.

"Kami Kaze."

This time, he didn't walk off in a huffy fit and only gave a grunt as he hesitantly reached out.

"...Hibari...Kyouya."

awesomeo123: Ey guys, thanks for reading and supporting this story over the last few years...despite the half-assed writing. I wish you all the best in life, and encourage you never to actually date a Hibari Kyoya ;)

Falcone Kaerva: Hi guys, it's been a long time hahaha...but alas tis finally the end. Ending may have been a bit rushed, but maybe one day we will come back and edit the whole thing...one day...Thanks for sticking with us all this time, 4 years to the day y'all. I had a good time doing this with my good pal awesomeo, maybe we'll do it again sometime in the extremely distant future, -hint hint nudge nudge- keep an eye out maybe ;). We promise to actually plan ahead next time. Thanks again for reading The Things I Hate About You ^_^