Being a half blood was inconvenient. It didn't matter how many monsters you killed, how many times you told those things to screw off. No it didn't matter at all.

That didn't stop your parentage from defining who you were. Because why would it? Why would his luck ever be that good?

His mother was a goddess, not well known but not despised. He could have had it worse really.

That didn't stop him from disliking all of these "family members" that show up thinking you may be friends simply because of who you were. No Hibari simply couldn't allow them to work under that assumption.

He was Mafia, he was a cloud, he was a protector of his sky. Being a halfblood was so far down the list of things that made him who he was that often he forgot about it.

That was until something tried attacking his sky. His sky was an idiot and thought it was simply a hyperactive poodle that was trying to eat him. Tsuna being who he was, shouldn't be scared of dogs. The future Décimo should have had more respect for himself.

A small part of Hibari was pleased that Tsuna needed them still after his power up. His place was by his side and nowhere else.

So no camp half blood for him.

The poodle disappeared in a puff of gold after he whacked its head. It wasn't a poodle, rather a large hellhound that seemed to want a taste of Tsuna.

He sniffed, "Herbivore."

"You didn't have to kill the demon thing! It was just a baby!" Tsuna shrieked and fell to the floor in tears. Times like this truly made him feel as if he was really a giant herbivore somehow faking the omnivore aura.

It was one of those days.

Instead of defeating the pineapple once and for all, he had been taken out of the office and forced to think about what he had done. He almost refused on principle at that. Being infantilized was for the weak! He was not a child.

"Leave." The hiss that left Tsuna's mouth was rather intimidating actually. To reward him for achieving it Hibari decided to listen. Maybe this would encourage him to do it more often.

That was how he had found himself wandering the streets of Italy. It was a nice enough place but still he found himself comparing it to Namimori. Italy was just too busy for him, too many tourists stopping to gawk at the architecture.

To some it may seem pleasurable, they may find the atmosphere charming. But he could never find the beauty of large groups crowding together.

He stuck to the outskirts of the busy area, Rome was always too much for him.

The approach was easy to spot, whoever was failing him was making no move to hide the fact from him.

That was how he had found himself wandering the streets of Italy. It was a nice enough place but still he found himself comparing it to Namimori. Italy was just too busy for him, too many tourists stopping to gawk at the architecture.

To some it may seem pleasurable, they may find the atmosphere charming. But he could never find the beauty of large groups crowding together.

He stuck to the outskirts of the busy area, Rome was always too much for him.

The approach was easy to spot, whoever was failing him was making no move to hide the fact from him.

Finally he walked into a strangely empty parking lot. A few cars scattered the area, no one in sight. Except the three teenagers standing behind him.

With hardly a glance he sighed. It wasn't uncommon for street rats to see him and think he was an easy target. When he wasn't in his suit it was hard to know to leave. A flash of his Tonfa and they would be gone. He wasn't in the mood for hurting children.

"We're sorry for following you but-" the girl who had started talking abruptly stopped. A bit of an oof leaving her mouth instead of her next words.

Hibari finally turned to give them a death glare. "It doesn't matter, leave." They didn't look like street rats but you could never be too sure anymore.

"No! I-I mean, um, well you see." The same girl said. She was staring at him, her mouth hanging open.

"You need to come to camp halfblood." His faze moved to the boy next to her. He was more interesting to look at than his two companions, he at least looked the part of a child of a god.

"No." Hibari said. How many times would he repeat his answer before it got through their head? "Leave or I will force you too."

Finally the third companion spoke up, she was the smallest of the three. "It's dangerous here! Don't you know what happens to demigods that don't make it to camp? How many of us have died trying to get you there?"

That gave him pause. He never asked any of them to lay their lives down for him. He certainly wouldn't have done the same for them. Yet a small bit of guilt ate away at him. What would his sky say?

"I can arrange passage for your safe travel to camp, leave now. I've taken care of everyone since I was young. I've known since forever." He took a deep breath. "I will never go to Camp Halfblood, I swear it."

She had taught him the words in his dream. When he was little and couldn't sleep she would appear.

"I'm Selene, it's nice to meet you again Kyoya." Even if she hadn't said so explicitly he knew she was his mother. They shared similar features in a way it was nice to know she cared. "They'll come one day, and when they do you must refuse. It's a dangerous world out there, it would only be worse if you left."

He hadn't talked to her much after but he kept the words to heart. She was right, he could take care of himself and his people. But no one else. They must leave.

"Wait at the grand train, I will arrange for someone to pick you up and take you to your camp. Tell your director never to contact me again."