An Unforgettable Past

Disclaimer: God i'm getting tired of writing these disclaimers, but u guys never stop do you? Facts are facts peeps. I (meaning all forms of me real or not) do NOT (keyword there) own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Do i draw all those hot guys? Do I get paid to write or draw? Am I professional? Do I have lawyers looking for every chance to win a lawsuit for copyrights and mooch off the rewards? do i? NO! so shut the f*** up and let me write.

Chapter 3: Finding Her

The sounds of people walking were soft, muffled by the early snow fall. After years of waiting, months of research, Hibari Kyouya was going home. The nearly eleven year old boy walked calmly and menacing down poverty stricken streets. Beggars and rich men alike shirked away from the terrifying presence, merely bowing their heads and looking away from the boy. He paused before the flimsy door, memories attacking him like flung knives. Gathering courage, he pushed open the entrance and walked in. "I'm home." Hibari's searched the shack for identical grey-blue eyes and midnight hair. "K-Kyouya," a voice whispered, no more than a rustle of tissue paper, "Didn't I tell you to stay with the nice lady? Why is your father here? When did we go back to the estate?" His mother lifted a shaky, bony hand, pale skin barely holding on to the thin frame. Working quickly, Hibari built a fire, then pushed the sofa where his mother lay in front of it. Walking into town, he purchased bread and soup from terrified merchants. Tearing off the golden crust, he fed his mother small chunks of soft bread and sips of hot soup. Hibari let the icy hand caress his face, noticing the shadows cast from the light of the fire. "Did you keep our promise?" she whispered, her hand shaking from exertion. He nodded silently, laying his head close to hers on the sofa, surprised at the non-existent body heat. She listened as he recounted his story from when he left. "I'm doing everything I can to protect Namimori. It reminds me of home somehow." His mother nodded. "Good. . . choice, Kyouya. At least. . . you have something. . . to keep from complete. . . loneliness." She closed her eyes slowly, as if sleeping. He brought a hand to his eyes, finding salty moisture trickling down. The second time he'd cried. Silently, Hibari checked her pulse, finding nothing. He got up, picked a burning stick from the flames, and burned the shack. At the train station, he watched the flames spread to town, watched people the size of ants scramble to put out the hungry flames. A fitting good-bye to a town so useless, so powerful a fuel to my hatred. He looked up at the clouds, done depositing their share of snow, floating puffy and white against the blue sky. If only I could fly as free and independent. . .

Hibari Kyouya: Age 16

"What are you doing, herbivore?" he asked No-Good Tsuna. "I don't want or need whatever it is you have," he continued, jerking a tonfa towards the ring in Sawada's shaking hands. Kyouya looked the boy in the eyes. They're the same, he thought surprised, his eyes, behind the fear, seeks to understand, be kind, a drive to make things right. . . like her's. "Fine, I'll take it," he turned around, pretending not to see the other's surprised face. "Th-Thank you! Hibari-san!" Hibari walked up, took the ring, and walked off.

Fumei: i trust that baka-senpai is done, so i published it...