Sometimes Hibari dreams

—and sometimes he does not.

His dreams would consist of himself in various situations all with one person. He can't describe the person in his dreams, nor will he attempt to write them down. The words don't exist and even if they did Hibari would have crumbled them up. But what he can describe is the atmosphere, the feeling and emotion that he received from his dreams. They were groundbreaking and he didn't like that feeling at all.

From when he was a small boy to his adult age these dreams would continuously repeat, sometimes, they were consecutive as if the dreams weren't really dreams, but more like memories. Nostalgia.

He doesn't remember when he stopped dreaming (normally), maybe around the start of junior high? Or was it high school? (He doesn't remember because those small, tedious feelings only get in the way.) If so, that is absolutely terrible to stop dreaming at that age. But then again, he is Hibari Kyouya, a stern young man with the lust for carnage between his teeth and edged on his face. He is the feeling of nails inside your mouth, soul silver and stone rough. He felt like some sort of strange freedom, because even with his free will he had pride. He juggles between them carefully.

He is a horribly tidy person, to the point he scrubs his hands so rough they bleed ( but that is to rub the blood of his hands he thinks). He flosses his teeth three times a day, sometimes cutting himself ( because he is never gentle). His dress attire is never casual, always sharp. He dislikes lack of discipline and the feeling of random shirts and jeans on his skin. It's a suit, a vest, a collared shirt or nothing.

With a tie on he was ready for battle.

It's no surprise when he has sticky notes on all his file folders, his pens all in a single cup organized by their color schemes. His house felt more like an office, a golden paperweight on his desk that he received from his subordinate Kusakabe two years ago. It had his name ebbed in Kanji, the characters striking and bold, a bird decorating and spreading its wings at the far corner.

He lived alone, spending his days reading, gathering knowledge and maintaining his area peaceful. Only on occasions he would visit Namimori (Someone had to protect his hometown, who else was more suitable than he?)But today he had enough. He spent too much of his free time thinking of the dreams that invaded his mind, and it made him easily irritated to waste so much time on such things. He felt tied down, so he decided it was enough.

But to have a journal of his dreams?

How absurd, he will bite himself to death for even thinking that.

But even so, he walks to the office supply shop and demands a notebook. Any will do, just as long as it is in his hands in five minutes. The man dashes quickly toward a random aisle, handing the black notebook to the dark customer.

It was 500 yen.

He decided that he would get to the bottom of this, thoroughly and efficiently. Now he had something to record those tedious dreams, and with that, he wrapped it in his suitcase neatly.

In lunch time at the office he orders from an expensive Japanese restaurant, always choosing the most traditional of dishes (Because they make him think of home, sweet, beautiful Namimori). They are delivered to his office on the eighteenth floor (daily). His secretary always placed his lunch on the desk at twelve sharp with nothing more than a courteous bow and a walk.

He made sure she left, peering over the blinds that were next to his chair, and once everyone else was gone for lunch he began to prepare his feast. 'Feast' seems like the correct word for it. There are three boxes of food and by the end of his forty minute break they would be gone. He was a big eater, perhaps that's why he was so strong, tall. Hibari does not eat in front of others for as long as he can remember. In elementary, when he was working on being the class representative (that was when he about six), he looked the same. They were the same small glare and the same dark eyes. The younger him would sit himself in a corner covering his mouth while he ate, hoping they wouldn't see. It was a bit pathetic he mused (it was a bit herbivorous) , his small body hunched as he ate his bread by the bookshelf. He shook his head as he remembered his younger days.

He had been doing that too much lately.

After he finished his lunch, he wiped his mouth with his handkerchief, placing it on his small breast pocket. Folding it neatly, careful not to stain his desk. It seemed he had ten extra minutes until he would continue to work, but before that he decided to write in his black book.

Dream 1- On a Saturday.

I awoke to find myself sitting in a kitchen. I have never seen it before, but it feels familiar. A person speaks to me, placing food in front of me as he washes the dishes. The faucet is heard, and it sounded like a waterfall for I couldn't hear what he was saying. I did not understand.

But there was some sort of animosity in the air, I was angered and felt like tipping over the table. So I did. As soon as I did so another person waltzes in. A tall dark haired man with a fedora smirks at me and says something to me that I do not like. I can't recall what he said, but my teeth are clenched, my hands are already at my sides reaching for my Tonfa's ready to attack—and then he woke up.

The Cloud Company Kyouya was now leading is one of the most respected law firms around the world, the owners being his father's family. They had royalty in their background, and there were even public records that would go all the way back to the Heian period telling of how they served as the Shogun's personal advisers.

But Kyouya didn't care about all those trivial things, nor did he care about his education to succeed the company since he was six years old. He chose to keep the company because he wanted to, not because someone told him to. He just wanted them to know that. He just wanted everyone to know that.

Hibari decided to take the train to his expensive apartment every Thursday. In his mind, he thinks that the reason he can't see the stars in the city is because of all the pollution from the cars and the factories. Namamori wasn't like this. In Namimori you could see the moon in the day time. That's how clean it is. The stars were a million and he would often look at them, sipping his tea on the balcony of his traditional house.

He is being considerate after all; he is helping this miserable city rejuvenate itself into something worthy. On the subway trains there are many herbivores needing discipline. Severe discipline.

From this day forward, he spoke in his mind, I will carry my tonfas when I board the train. There are too many herbivores crowding around, too many for Hibari that is. They all cling to each other in warm dependence. It made him sick.

Of course by the time Hibari became a frequent passenger the others knew to give the man some space. Tonfas or no Tonfas he will bite anyone to death for crowding around him. He sat erect, his hands placed on both of his legs clenched. The train moved roughly across the train tracks, dropping off passengers and collecting passengers. Hibari does not care for the people around him, as long as they do not disturb him he is fine.

Recently, a clumsy passenger always manages to trip toward his expensive black shoes. It occurs so frequently he has it memorized by time(7:45) and clenches his shoes in as not to soil them from the clumsy idiot. Only today does he even bother to look up, it was a teenager with brown hair, except, he really wasn't a teenager. He had on an identification card that said his name in bold letters 'Sawada Tsunayoushi', complete with a crest of a school. He is a teacher, not a student. This herbivore seems familiar, but Hibari does not care. He shouldn't care, and just as quick as he looks up, he turns toward his suitcase to take out a black notebook.

Dream 2- On a Monday.

This seems like a continuation from the last dream. It's in the same setting except I'm not sitting by the table. I'm standing up looking down on that person. He expresses herbivorous feelings and I bite him to death. ( Except I do it gentler, and softer than I usually do.) It doesn't feel like it's me. In my dreams I act on impulse, which leads to more herbivorous situations. I want to know what they mean. I want to know why I dream this way. Maybe the rest of the herbivores and carnivores in the world dream as I do? They hide their confusion with a poker face…and if that is so, then everyone is dishonest.

—and that's all Hibari can remember before he woke up.

"Ah, excuse me..." A soft voice is heard from his right, it was the clumsy herbivore. "You seem familiar, have we met before?"

But Hibari said nothing, and looked at him with slanted eyes. They seem to speak volumes but among them they mostly said ' Don't talk to me.'

The mousy man apologetically bowed, and placed his hands on his lap as if he had said nothing.( It seemed to Hibari that the man did that often, and it made him aggravated, a sharp pain in his forehead.)

That was the first time they met in this life.

Hibari commenced to walk up the stairs of the train station ( he disliked escalators because all it did was ease the life of many herbivores who needed the exercise), his polished shoes clicking as he did so. On the top of the stairs was a foreigner with a strange haircut, dark hair that looked a bit blue in the streetlight. He was talking on the phone very loudly and emitting a strange laughter ever so often.

"Then Chrome," He spoke in a slight accent. "Please have the files ready when I get there." He walked the same stairs Hibari was on and their paths crossed, Hibari going up, the foreigner going down. He disliked people like that. People that wanted to stand out from the crowd, all they did was cause trouble for the community and commit some sort of change in others. And from the looks of it, this pineapple herbivore (because the hair reminded him of said fruit) was the worst one he'd seen. His clothes were too eccentric, not to mention strange. Hibari wanted to tell him ' Get the hell out of my country' but he remembered he wasn't in Namimori anymore. Nothing belonged to him here.

A week passed, and here was Thursday again.

His black book still in hands reach in the leather suitcase. He had thirty five pages full, front to back. With that, Hibari decided that the book should be thrown away the moment the pages were full.( Or burn it, he thought.) If he can't stop thinking of those dreams then he would throw them away. All they were to him were just a burden. He didn't need them.

It was already 7:45 and just as he was going to lift his boots up (today he opted for a sepia oriented look) , he realized he didn't need to. The herbivore who would usually dash to the train walked slowly with his head down. Walking slowly, and miserably.

He was crying.

And what a pathetic sight he was. The young teacher's eyes were red and puffy, hiccupping ever so often as Mucus ran down his nose. Disgusting, pathetic, an eyesore. Did he not know that showing weakness will make him lose the battle?

The herbivore picked up his cellphone (which was vibrating in his pocket) and sniffed.

"Hello? Reborn? I got fired from my job... I'm sorry! I…I don't know how it happened. I was just pulled aside from the principle that today would be my last day at the preschool academy. No! I'm not sad because of my financial status... "

Sawada's eyes became firm, yet kind.

"I feel so guilty leaving the children like that, they'll be so heartbroken."

The train stopped, the doors opening as passengers went in and out, and at that time Hibari's legs were almost outside the door. And if he was any other person beside Kyouya, he would have reached in toward his breast pocket to give the boy his handkerchief and maybe some kind words in comfort.

But he wasn't anyone else. Although he did turn around, his head tilted and turned to the herbivore who blinked at the man in surprise and in embarrassment.

"You're pathetic."

And the doors closed.

Hibari Kyouya is stubborn; that much is an understatement since it is inconceivable how stubborn he can be. He hated change and fought tooth and nail for it to stay the same, the Hibari Kyouya way.

But today would be a startling change, when a man in a fedora comes in, his suit calling respect and obedience. He did not have an appointment, nor did he call in to the office before, nor did he receive a visitor's pass. He walked in because he could and he walked in because he felt like it. Wao, another carnivore.

Hibari smirked, but it slowly turned into a light frown as a short young man appears behind him, looking quite nervous and fidgeting. It was that herbivore Sawada Tsunayoushi.

The man with the fedora slowly reached for his hat, revealing dark hair, and darker eyes.

"My name is Reborn," He began. "I'm a representative of the Vongola multi-corporation. And this-" He placed a hand on the herbivore's shoulder." Is Sawada Tsunayoushi, our freshly appointed president. We would like to fuse your company with ours. As we already did this to the Mist , Lightning ,Sun, Storm, and Rain corporations, we see it is in your best interest as well as ours to commence a partnership."

The Vongola had strong ties with governments around the world, it had several different divisions , such as being a media conglomerate(courtesy of the Mist and lightning ) , a Gym franchise ( Sun), a sports store franchise ( Rain) and the sole sponsor of many prestigious universities ( Storm). For Hibari not to accept he would be a fool, but he wondered on how an unemployed clumsy idiot gained so much power over a night.

After the paperwork was done, Reborn excused himself to use the restroom leaving Tsunayoushi and Kyouya in the meeting room. It was awkward to say the least.

"Y-you are the man from the train..." The herbivore began. "I just..." Tsunayoushi had wanted to say he gulped his words down and decided to have a light conversation instead. Why he thought the man would react differently in work would be a mystery. "It's really surprising how we just met in such a strange way...I guess it must be destiny!"

"I hate that word."

The brown haired man slowly looked up at the other who know had a firm grip on the back of his chair. Hibari was standing up.

"There is no such thing as destiny. Destiny or fate, those are simply fictitious words made by herbivores who use it as an excuse to explain when things don't go their way. They are failures because they chose to be. They are over achievers and carnivores because they chose to be. I make my final decisions and I'll be damned if someone else chooses things for me, I choose my own way. Whether I bloom or fall is up to me."

Hibari did not know why he seemed so desperate (that can't be because he isn't that, not at all) as to make the other man believe in his words. How Hibari thought that just by saying words that they would came true to him. He just wanted them to know that. He just wanted everyone to know that. And the Herbivore smiled a sad smile, a knowing smile that made him appear wise and less than a herbivore and more like an omnivore and said-

"It would be nice if that were true."

We had a promise made.

Those words ringed in Hibari's ears since the day he had met the timorous man in the cream white suit. No matter how much paperwork he preoccupied himself with it wouldn't leave him alone. And the strange thing was, he doesn't remember to whom he had made the promise to.

Hibari awakes the next day running to catch the train. But it's strange because Hibari Kyouya does not run. It's very cloudy today and there are no people in the street. He could see his breath in the air, looking like smoke from the cigarettes he hated so much.

He arrived on the platform entering the train, looking for a seat. Finally, he decided to sit on a chair located near the window. The train was deserted, but he didn't think much of it and only hummed pleasantly to himself (for there were no herbivores crowding around him.) But something breaks him out of his good mood as he sees a mousy man appear before him, bowing a ' good morning'. It was that Sawada Tsunayoushi.

"Dear Passengers, it seems the train is experiencing technical difficulties, please wait patiently until further notice."

Hibari growled. He was punctual and hated to wait for anything or anyone, he turned around toward the window at his side to see that it was already night time. But wasn't it day time just a second ago? He must have been mistaken.

Hibari lifted his sleeve to see his wristwatch. It was 7:30 in the evening. He was going home around this time, but wasn't he just arriving at work? The dark haired man looked at the ground beneath him, except not really looking at it. He was recalling his steps up until that very moment, making sure this wasn't a mistake of some sort.

Then Tsunayoushi is smiling, that sort of smile as if he were patronizing the other.

"Are you lost?"

Not a word was spoken, but the brown haired man began to chat.

"It's really strange that the train would stop so suddenly. Trains are so advance now a-days. Did you know that the Falcon train operates 300 miles per hour? That's really fast isn't it?"

Hibari was irritated.

"But the fastest things always crash and burn," the man said suddenly. "The bullet trains that the government takes so much pride and money in are very destructible. It doesn't matter how perfect something is, it always fade away."

There was silence, but Hibari remained still, there was something squeezing his chest.

Maybe we should switch to something more Eco-Friendly. But people are in so much of a hurry. They're always running somewhere, except their always running in the wrong direction."

That lowly herbivore says knowingly." ...it would never work out."

Because he isn't stupid and he knows what the dreams mean. And Hibari growls, and stands up. He doesn't know why it irritates what the other man said, he doesn't know why but he knows the meaning behind those words.

"Then get the hell out of my face." Hibari snarls as he stands up, his suitcase in hand reaching toward the door.

When he's outside he begins to walk in a quick place, never looking back. The clouds in the sky begin to evaporate and leave a bright sun. He doesn't care that it's morning now, when just a few seconds ago it was night, it doesn't make sense. But then again, nothing is supposed to make sense. It doesn't make sense that he lives in a city that he hates, it doesn't make sense that he keeps dreaming about things he doesn't want to know, things he doesn't want to hear, it doesn't make sense as to why he was so anti-social, and it didn't make sense that even though he was a lawyer with the highest education possible he still had no freedom. This freedom is false. True freedom is no one knowing who you are, leaving to somewhere where no one else is around. Like a forest in the woods, or some desolate island where there would be bountiful of coconuts.

Hibari heard footsteps. They were getting closer and closer. It was that herbivore. He was carrying Hibari's handkerchief. How did it get there? But when he looks up, he doesn't care, nor does he care that the owner of those eyes is that person. That person who he dreams with frequently. He wants to leave because the indifference to the world, the wall that he tries so hard to keep up was about to be torn down. He showed anger; he showed something other than an apathetic face.

"Hey mister you left—"

But before Tsunayoushi can even finish his sentence a car smashes into him. Their eyes lock , deer with steel and Hibari just stood there watching. No expression, he wasn't even thinking. In that moment he was a camera, recording but cold. There was Sawada Tsunayoushi leaving a trail of blood gushing out of his head. What in the world was going on? But Hibari does not show his confusion, he keeps his feet on the ground, where their supposed to be, should be. But he can't help himself and he begins to move forward, like he's lightly jogging, but then he starts running like he's on fire. Screams were heard, sirens filled the night, and he wants to call the man 'stupid' and 'herbivore' and he wanted to tell him' Wao, you are the boy in my dreams' but he can't because he's —

—and then he woke up.

Hibari sighed, it was a Friday.

October 29, 2012

I'm just editing the chapters for spelling now that I have more experience! Gosh I feel very dumb just looking at all the mistakes I did. I feel like I should apologize and thank you for putting up with me...

Thank you