So...I guess I should fill in some things here. But first, HOORAY another update! Hehehehehe...

As you can guess, I've been a little stumped on the formation of the proto-disciplinary committee. The fact is, you've got to get a bunch of utterly devoted followers to police Namimori, and they have to be under Hibari rule, and they have to be devoted. So I built the premise of Nami Juvie but then I had the problem of getting these bunch of hard as tack criminals to follow this slip of a girl. Yeah she's a Hibari, but this isn't the time of the Hibari and what's more, she's a distant Hibari. (Ahem, Tojita actually means something but I sort of forgot which meaning I wanted to use. :P)

If you haven't guessed yet, Hiroto-san is kind of a Hibari-cult follower. Sure, he's a cool old dude, but he's all HIBARI-HIBARI over everything. (Hah! LOL, does that make him the first version of Hibird?) He'll probably be Uchiha Fugaku-level of 'as expected of a Hibari' which...eh. It works for him.

Anyway, enjoy!

Somehow the aftermath of the attack is wonderful. I feel like a deflated balloon, which is normal, but I'm a happy deflated balloon. That's so different from normal even Kyoya can tell it's weird. I clean up, prepare breakfast, get the other things done and settle down at the work table for the evening to plan and somehow, everything seems so small. So easy.

Huh.

I don't even need a list. There's a piece of paper on the table and a pen in my hand but I don't need a list. I don't need to plan everything step by step. I don't care about anyone except Kyoya, and maybe Hiroto-san but he can take care of himself and seriously, I'm not about to worry over him. He's older than Kyoya and I combined. Twice over. And a certified badass.

How do you make people your people? I don't know.

There's probably something like wooing, except crowd-based, and a lot of posturing to show-off your best side. I've killed their leader, severely traumatized a kid in front of them, and basically staged a coup singlehandedly. It's not really the side that gathers you followers. But there's no way but up from there.

Except going up might mean showing weakness. And showing weakness would mean a stab in the back in the dark of the night. Or Kyoya getting hurt. So that's utterly out. Out.

But if I keep scaring them, would they follow me? Surely, they'll rebel, right?

Well, I'm not going to give them a chance.

Lucky for them, I still need them. Somewhat. I'll kill them all and figure something else myself if I need to, but I'll start out fairly. I'm not unreasonable. I'll give them some time to come around.

Carrot and stick. I can do that easily.

And if not? I can do the other thing easily too.

xXXx

Hiroto drives the little Ojou-san to Nami Juvie again and watches as she walks through the doors. She's different this time, although it's not really as surprising anymore. This is her strength—she adapts to everything without slowing her stride, takes things into her and grows so that she can keep mowing down everything in her path. She's the kind of Hibari that could have been head of the family.

She brought in just a Glock, which means she isn't intending to make more examples. Everybody in Nami Juvie is still cowed, so he approves, because she's not overcompensating and swaggering too much. That would just create resentment and tip fear over to anger. She has a natural sensitivity to the balance. It's a useful ability.

Except when he goes in to tell her it's time to pick up Kyoya from school, she's in the middle of throwing an older teen over her shoulder. She's fighting bare-handed, her Glock still holstered at her hip.

(Her form has improved, as most Hibari do in the midst of battle. It is their gift—no, it is their right. They were meant to rule here.)

Around them, the inmates form a loose circle of injured members. It looks like she's already gone at least a round with every single one of them.

When she sees him, she steps off from her opponent, glowing. He's seen Hibari-sama in the throes of battle, but it's just a little different with the new Lady Hibari. Her eyes shine and the flush in her cheeks stand out like the bloom of a rose. She looks like a maiden in love, whereas Hibari-sama had looked coolly satisfied. He wonders if Ojou-san is what Hibari-sama would have looked like if she had not been trained to keep her cool since young.

(It is a beguiling image.)

But Hibari-sama is no longer with them, and Ojou-san seems to have things well in hand. It's so very Hibari of her that he can't help the smile on his face as she joins him and proceeds to gush about her plan.

It's actually not a plan, but entertainment, but if she wants to call it that, far be it for him to contradict her. She's spent her entire life brought up on values that better fit the current society—which may mean she is the most well-socialised Hibari in history—and it will take time before she accepts the nature of her blood.

It has already awakened in her, and he will see that it blooms fully, but he can wait.

For now, he simply tells her that it looks promising. (She looks promising.)

He smiles and starts preparing a list of useful contacts to hand over to her when she wants it.

(His blood sings, a new Hibari head is coming into her own.)

xXXx

It is easy to fight. It gets easier as time goes by. It's part of my schedule now and secretly, the part I look forward to most. Send Kyoya to school, go to Hiroto-san's place to drive to Nami Juvie, and beat everyone up one by one. It's fun. It's honestly the most fun I've had in a long, long time.

The first time I started the plan, I laid out my rule: Follow my every order and I will take care of them.

It's so simple I was impressed with myself.

All your objections are disregarded. All your problems do not matter. Your sob story and your traumatized history and your old debts and regrets do not fucking matter. You start out utterly new with me. I will welcome you with open arms. You will be my people, I will not accept anything less.

Hiroto-san has already made the necessary arrangements to set up a place for them to stay. It's close to the town square, all the better to get to wherever I want them to be as quick as possible. It's big and roomy and has all the necessary amenities. It can fit 140 people easily.

(Better more than less, but however many I end up with in the end does not matter.)

Money? Money is not an issue. Money will never be an issue. Hiroto-san tells me there is a joint account under his name that's actually the Hibari sort-of trust-for-illegal-stuff, and that there is everything I need.

I have the yen to accommodate the people I want. I have the people to mold into the people I want. And lastly, I have patience.

Now I just need to convince the people I want that they want to be mine.

It's easy.

They all agree to obey, because of course they would, they'd be stupid beyond redemption not to take the chance of a new start. Except all of them don't particularly mean it when they promise to obey me, which is alright, they will learn because I can wait. I'm not stupid, I will never be stupid about this and they will learn.

Of course, that doesn't mean I forgive them.

Some of the doubts I had about fighting kind of went out the window after Mori Izawa. If he's the biggest, baddest thing in there, then the others aren't really much in the way of fighting. I mean, I'm not going to use a knife, of course, that's silly, I don't want them dead yet. So I punch, I kick, I break fingers and ribs and crunch crunch crunch it's easy.

(It's so easy I laugh when I pick up Kyoya again. It's so easy because I don't need to worry, I just need to wait. Humans are fragile things, weak things, and full of red spots that draw my eye and say hereherehere here is where I bleed. I laugh and reply nonono not yet I'll wait just a bit longer until I make you bleed.)

They go one on one. They go one on one or else they die. I've already shot people, it's easy. Just unlatch the safety, point it and press the trigger. Nobody's dead yet, because nobody wants to die. I keep the promises I make.

Nobody tests that promise.

They try other things, like bringing concealed weapons, pretending to be weak, pretending to listen but trying to stir shit up, pretending this and that, always pretending, pretending, pretending.

I don't. I keep the promises that I make.

They learn. Slowly. But they learn.

Follow my every order to the last letter and in the spirit of my order without misinterpretation and I will take care of you.

Or else.

xXXx

The denizens of Nami Juvie are confused and sore. They are used to being used, used to being scum on the bottom of everyone's shoes. They're used to fear, to hatred, to scorn.

They hail from families so broken they shouldn't be called families.

They hail from places human lives are cheap.

They don't trust anyone. They don't obey anything but power.

Tojita Izumi makes them a promise that doesn't make sense. She makes them a promise that is obviously false, not even trying to keep things realistic, not even trying to sell them an idea they can pretend to believe. She lies so blatantly they're a little stunned, and then she tries to make things simple. Simple.

As if their pasts can be swept away so easily. As if their problems can be solved so easily. As if all the blood, the tears and spiral of angerfearhurt will ever be broken. She's not one of them, cannot even begin to understand anything of the underworld, and she dares to come in like she's saving all of them. Like those people who think they're better than others and try to save them.

(They killed those people.)

She's a child. A foolish, stupid, naïve child.

But she's strong. She's strong. And she gets stronger the more she fights.

It's not fair how this girl has everything at her fingertips and they do not and she does not understand anything about the world and she condescends to try and help them. The world isn't fair, they've learnt that long ago, but there are truths in the dark world they live in and stupid people do not live. They do not survive. They do not win.

Except she keeps winning all the fights, and they keep losing ground and their arguments are starting to lose ground with them because strength wins arguments in their world except this argument doesn't make sense.

She draws the line every time she comes in. Follow my every order and I will take care of you.

How can she expect anyone to actually abide that?

So of course they break their 'promise'. It's not even worth the breath used to say it. But they say it because this is yet another 'oath' to be taken under duress, the kind you smile and repeat after your new jailer like it's kindergarten and quietly search out ways to defy. Same shit, different day. Grit your teeth and wait for a chance.

Except then she erases the line. Because there was never a line.

There is always a line when a new boss comes in, even if it's do not piss me off with stupid questions and I will hit you when I feel like it. Or I will beat you but not seriously because you're still useful. There is always a line even if the boss redraws it where he or she sees fit. Cuts corners and tightens the leash. But there is always a line with them. You just need to test it and find where it starts.

They test it and it disappears like mist.

The only line she has is you won't die. Which. They're not even sure the line stops there on purpose.

She beats everyone, from the oldest inmate to the youngest child, to an inch of their lives. She fights like a beast, and hits like a hammer, then a sledgehammer, then a fucking truck. If they didn't know better, they'd think they were training dummies. Except she comes back with the promise again and draws the line back. Exactly where it was.

It doesn't slip, it doesn't slide, it stays where it is. Except it's a lie because she fucking obliterates it every time they break her 'rule'. It doesn't even make sense, because she doesn't need an excuse to hit them, she doesn't need to make that stupid rule that she knows they will break so that she's fucking justified in beating the shit out of them.

(There are people who do that for the fun of it. But they don't want anything from them but pain. They want to break people, not use them. And she wants to use them. Except. She also enjoys their pain. Except she doesn't. She waits for them to recover properly before beating them up again.)

Except.

Since they're going to be beaten anyway, why don't they obey her just this once, so everyone can see for themselves what a fucking hypocrite she is.

xXXx

I can wait.

The rules are very, very clear. They're very, very simple.

I can wait for them to fall in line. I can wait for them to give in. I can wait.

Eventually, I'll be more relaxed in enforcing them, if they prove they can be trusted to make more decisions for themselves. Not that they're stupid, but they're not not stupid either. Old dogs and new tricks. But I'm not teaching a trick.

I have patience.

Follow my word and I'll take care of you. I'll repeat it as many times as I have to.

xXXx

She doesn't break her word.

xXXx

The line exists.

xXXx

SO! We have here the Izumi school of hard knocks, except this is obviously a copy of Kyoya's 'school' of hard knocks. Well. Makes sense, right? Ahem. It had to come from somewhere. (Cough Kusakabe cough)

Actually, I hadn't really wanted to make Izumi that physically strong, but it just didn't really make sense with the way she's already learnt how to fight as a Yankee. And to those who think that she's a little confusing because she doesn't like blood, she's perfectly fine with fighting, she just doesn't go for cold blooded murder. (Unlike heat of the moment bash his head in) Furthermore: She's a Hibari. Whatever I do, she's going to end up fighting because as much as I would LOVE to have a Hibari that only 'fights with her mind' it just sounds...not Hibari. Which. Wow. I'm shooting myself in the foot here but it is what it is.

(GODDAMN IT IZUMI YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY!)

And so we have one difficult mystery solved! Now...I will be introducing Tetsu-kun soon. I've been debating using the beginning from sidestory and...it just seems fitting. I won't transplant it over here, so you can go over and read it if you want to, but I'll reference it I think.

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PS

I know Tetsu is Kyoya's cousin in canon. I've got a very simple solution for that. :P