It's City Life

I have just realized something... THE LACK OF FEMALE CHARACTERS!

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Well, Haru is probably going to come out in the next chapter. And I don't know what to do with Kyoko, or if she will even take part in the story... *sigh*

Okie~! This chapter is in Hibari's point of view. And this is not one of those stories who retells the same thing that happened in the previous chapter in a different person's point of view. I dislike those kind of stories... So yeah.

"How did hope survive in that box full of despair?"

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A swing of his tonfa rendered the man unconscious. More blood splattered onto Hibari's clothes, but it was washed away by the rain that seemed to be unending, a never ending torrent of droplets that splattered out a symphony.

A number of bodies laid around him, all knocked out and eyes unopened. Hibari bent down next to each body, searching through their pockets and bags. He found a few stray bills and a number of coins. Crimson liquid was visible on the bills, but Hibari paid no mind to it.

"Oh? A wallet?" He said to himself, pulling out said item. It only held a few dollars, but it was the best catch he got in a few months. "Perfect." He smirked to himself. Stuffing the money into his pockets, he threw the now empty wallet back onto the man's body. "Thanks for the present, herbivore." He walked away, his business now done. He felt a sick sort of satisfaction fill him. He resented the feeling, but it was there nonetheless.

It hadn't always been like this. He never imagined that he would have sunk this low. It was disgusting how he had to use people's pocket change to earn money. It was dirty and in his case, violent. In his childhood, the fact that stealing could earn you money, had never even occurred to him. But innocence doesn't last forever. After all, innocence was something made to be tainted, an illusion that disappeared as soon as reality slapped you across the face. He had learned that the hard way.

The ringing of a cellphone caught his attention. The name of 'The boxing herbivore' flashed across the screen. Sighing, he answered the call, despite the urge to ignore it.

"What do you want, herbivore?"

"Oh! Hibari! You extremely answered!" The white haired boxer yelled into the phone. Hibari had already pulled the phone a safe distance away from his ear.

"Are trying to make me deaf?" Hibari said, annoyance in his voice.

"Sorry to the extreme! I just got back from work!" Ryohei hadn't lowered his voice one bit. Shaking his head, Hibari huffed in disappointment.

"I don't think people consider underground boxing a job, herbivore."

"You are extremely the last person to be telling me that!" Not denying it, Hibari changed the subject.

"Did you win?" Hibari assumed that Ryohei would know that he meant his boxing match.

"Of course! Are you extremely doubting my skills?!" Ryohei roared into the phone. So he isn't completely useless.

"Maybe." Hibari replied testily. "I'm going home now. Don't call me back, herbivore." Pressing the end call button, he took out the batteries and slipped them all into his pocket.

"Skills..." He whispered to himself. "Those are useless." Why have skills when there's no one to appreciate them?

Hibari picked up his pace, his footsteps now the only sound in the neighborhood. His apartment was visible now, its silhouette dark and uninviting.

Home sweet home was just a joke here. Home wasn't sweet when it'd bring you the same amount of misery when you were outside of it. Home couldn't be sweet when he couldn't even have his damn parents visit him just once.

Hibari turned away from the building, feeling the herbivorous feelings rise up in him. He couldn't stand to enter his flat when he was still thinking about the past.

In the end, he found himself in front of the doors of a bar. He knew he couldn't tolerate alcohol, but that was the point, wasn't it? Getting drunk until you weren't aware of anything.

Even without stepping in, the area around the door reeked of the smell of beer and drunks. Although the smell made his nose wrinkle and made him want to turn back, he stepped in, knowing he'd regret the idea of returning home even more.

Sitting himself on a stool, he looked down at his hands, waiting for someone to take his order. Incomprehensible mutters were heard next to him.

"Can I help you?" Looking up, he saw a orange haired girl, who had light brown eyes and an obviously fake smile. The name tag read 'Kyoko'.

"Anything strong." He muttered. Kyoko gave a knowing smile and nodded in response.

"Coming right up." Hibari didn't bother to see what the girl was getting him. Instead he took the time to look around his surroundings.

There were people that were still drinking and still aware of what was going on and an equal amount of people that were too deluded from alcohol that they were sleeping on the tables and the counter.

The clink of glass meeting a hard surface alerted him that his drink was here.

"It's vodka. I don't know if you've tried it, but I think it's the best on rainy days and gloomy ones." Kyoko said. Hibari hadn't tried vodka and was unsure if he wanted to. Not showing it, he just shrugged.

"Thank you," He replied in a monotone. Kyoko just nodded and went off to take another customer's order. Staring at the bottle, he carefully poured himself a glass and took a sip.

A burning sensation filled his throat and he was tempted to spit it out. He coughed for a bit, and Kyoko who had returned, giggled lightly at the scene.

"I see you haven't tried it! You'll get used to it." She said, a smile still on her face.

Hibari just nodded in response, trying to find his voice again. Then he took another sip, a little bolder. The sensation wasn't burning, instead it was a numb sensation, and a soft buzz seemed to fill the air.

After several shots, Hibari felt dizzy, the world spinning around him. I need to get home now.

Drowsily, as if in a trance, he set a few bills on the counter and stumbled out.

"Oh... It's still... raining. Hn..." He staggered a little and held out a hand in reflex to stop himself from falling. Using the wall as support, he dragged himself drunkenly across the streets, the past lingering in his memories.

"I'm proud of you, son. I know that you're gonna be a great person one day!"

His father. How long ago had that been. He didn't remember. Why didn't he remember?

"One day you'll be rich and famous and I'll brag to everyone about you."

Suddenly he felt the wall disappear from his fingertips and he felt himself fall onto the ground, rainwater splashing around him.

"Remember, papa will always love you."

He was dissolving. Dissolving into the water around him, a mess of rain and tears.

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"Hope doesn't need to survive, because it is constantly there."

So. I failed. You must have gotten bored during the middle of this. Sorry 'bout that. TAT

I fail at writing. Oh well. It's just a hobby anyways~! Also, sorry if there were any grammar/spelling errors. I was too lazy to go over them...

R&R! Flames and critique is welcome...

I will go mope in a corner now. TAT