elegance and deathly grace

[decimo_calandra]

Hibari stepped into the room, cool eyes scanning over it and taking note of the... crowd. His lips thinned, and he raised a hand. The light glintedoff the heavy silver-and-blue ring on his finger

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[veryfail]

It flares up in a second, as soon as Hibari's fingers close around the ring at Tsuna's neck. There's a sudden narrowing of his eyes and he's almost, almost about to say something when he pretty much gets dragged forward face to face with Hibari.

'Let go-!'

(He's not dead or unconscious yet, this is new.)

And then he's pushing against Hibari, trying (and possibly failing) to dislodge him, because this is his ring, it's the ring they all fought for, why'd that guy have any interest in it, anyway? He'd never been interested in anything, he'd always been able to take care of himself, he didn't need anyone else's help-

'The- the Vaira- I said-'

But without Reborn, the way he is here and now, there's not enough fight in him to block this, not when he finally starts thinking. The ring, the way Hibari's behaving (he's taking an interest in something other than killing people, Tsuna's not dead yet, this isn't- it's not right and-).

'You're not him, you're not- Hibari.'

It's not so much the supposedly famed Vongola Intuition as a bunch of things creeping up on him at once. All of this, but there's still something that he can't quite believe.

'Who are you?!'

[ ooc; fff, we all do that every now and then- by the by, could I ask if there're any other rpers from your Hibari's verse? ]

[decimo_calandra]

That flame. His flame. And that ring. The pieces are falling into place in Hibari's mind, and detested the picture that was forming.

Sawada Tsunayoshi, owning his Vongola? No. Never. He would never allow it, because the Vongola was his. (Just like Namimori was his; like all of his Guardians belonged to him, body and heart and soul.) All of that which were his - his and no one else's - seemed to belong to Sawada here, which that one flash of that orange flame.

Hibari gritted his teeth, hand tightening around that chain and the other, alien ring so hard that the metal bit into his flesh. He was angry; more than angry, he was furious. Because to Hibari, this simply meant that Sawada had waltzed in here and stole everything from him.

It wasn't even his Sawada. It was a stranger, a weakling, still a boy and so helpless that Hibari could just reach over and squeeze that thin little throat, or even snap his neck. He didn't even need his flames, or his boxes, or anything other than his bare hands because Sawada was such a weakling at this stage. Even with that ring, he would be no match for Hibari himself.

He could simply get rid of this threat immediately. Yet- Yet somehow, this just seemed such a waste.

Hibari let go of the boy and pushed him away like the child was a ragdoll. He clenched his fist and felt the weight of the ring in his hand, warm and reassuring.

"The Vongola Decimo," he replied tonelessly. "I'm the Vongola Decimo, Sawada Tsunayoshi."

[OOC: I don't, unfortunately. My darling whom I plotted this AU with doesn't have the time to RP. But I have this entire headcanon built up for ALL of them, really. xD]

[veryfail]

The first thing that Tsuna wants to do is laugh.

Haha, you're kidding right? You're Hibari! You're crazy, you're the guy who never listens to anyone else! You're the kind of person who'd rather kill people than even listen to what we'd have to say, You're- not. Not the Vongola Decimo-

Except this is no laughing matter. It's instinct that drives him now to straighten and balance himself as Hibari shoves him back, because all the training up until the Varia fight hasn't been completely wasted. He's not as weak as he might have been but he doesn't need any intuition to tell him that this isn't a fight he should pick, this isn't anything that he can win and he really should've started running several minutes ago.

(And his own gloved hand closes around the ring at his neck, though he'll never admit out loud that he will not give it up.)

'That's...'

Impossible.

'No. You've- you're not the Hibari I know, you can't be.'

It's impossible and crazy but this place, wasn't this place crazy already? Though he's never seen anything like this, anything this messed up. And he can't help but think, what about everyone else? What about the Gokudera-kun this Hibari knows, Yamamoto and Ryohei and Lambo and-

-what about him?

It's all too obvious what he's thinking, even as he stands his ground.

He is, after all, the Vongola Decimo- Sawada Tsunayoshi.

[ ooc; It sounds really cool! Uh- the- Gokudera up there and I would actually be kind of interested? It's pretty interesting, the premise- uhhhh and uhhhfahsdklfjasdf I'm not really making much sense but IF YOU HAVE AIM WE'D BE INTERESTED actually. ]

[decimo_calandra]

Perhaps this boy wasn't as useless as he had first thought. At least he knew how to catch himself and not fall. (Hibari remembered, the first time Sawada Iemitsu had introduced him to his son, the boy had skidded away from him so quickly and so clumsily that he smacked his head against his own study desk and knocked himself out. It was pathetic, to say the least, and that first impression had coloured his view of Sawada until he had finally managed to prove himself two months and three years ago.)

Was it because this Sawada held the Vongola Sky ring that he had some modicum of competence? Yet he seemed to be just as slow as ever. (Hibari knew, he knew that he was being unfair, that he was being harsh, that it wasn't fair to expect of a fourteen-year-old boy what he expected of a twenty-four-year-old man. But Hibari had never been a compassionate man, and he was angry, so angry at the very thought that this boy would be able to take away those things that he had worked so hard for.

Hibari simply wasn't the sort to let anything he owned go, and any threat would be eliminated.

But this boy wasn't his; the guardians who belonged to him wasn't Hibari's. And there was this hint, this hint of a potential that could let him grow into someone worthy. It was this hint that had allowed Sawada and even that cow to remain in his presence.

He wouldn't have rescued them ten years ago otherwise.)

Hibari huffed lightly, turning away. "No, I am not," he refuted calmly, flatly. "Just as you are not the Sawada Tsunayoshi I know."

[OOC: That sounds really really awesome! omg I never thought anyone would be interested! And um, my AIM is DWhispererL so if you want to talk about this crazy AU idea-thing just hit me up, yea? xDD]

[veryfail]

Well, okay, he really ought to have known better than to make statements as obvious as that. But there's still something about this whole thing that he can't help but feel is wrong. It's the faint thread of but how is everyone else, that ever-present worry for the rest of his friends (not his Mafia Family, he doesn't want to think of them like that, they're just friends, right-). Under Hibari, under this strange person that's both Hibari and not, he can't help but worry about how they are.

How they've become.

It's not something he wants to ask but he can't help but think. Hibari's always been the kind of guy who'd watch from afar (that's the Cloud Guardian, that's the Hibari he knows). To tie Hibari down isn't something even Tsuna wants to try, they'll both go their own ways, that's how he knows it'll be for him. Even if those ways are going to cross, that's how it'll be for both of them.

And he shifts slightly (he could never have won to begin with, he knows), just as Hibari turns away. A step forward-

'Wait, just- wait a while-'

Because this much, he has to know. They're not his friends, they're not the people he knows, that much is clear. And Hibari's different, like this, so they'd be different to him too, that much is obvious. But even so, part of them, part of them will still be the same, won't it? Hibari's still scary, Gokudera- Gokudera-kun was probably still the same (and part of him can't help but think- is he to Hibari what he means to me?), Yamamoto, he couldn't see Yamamoto changing-

'Everyone else, how are they? They're alright, aren't they?'

This much, he has to ask.

[decimo_calandra]

Sawada would, Hibari supposed, always be Sawada. He would always care far too much for people who had no use or want of his care. He fussed and he worried and generally acted like a mother hen, and he so rarely fought for his own sake - always for the sake of others, for the sake of protecting those he cared for.

That dependence on others was what made him so very weak, and to think, he was the leader of the pack in another world. Even when he was young and worthless, he was still the leader.

Hibari couldn't imagine it; couldn't imagine Sawada being able to lead or even survive in the cutthroat world that Hibari himself had been thrown into. Even his own Sawada was still leery of death and murders, still trying to cling onto that shell of a herbivore by pleading for 'peaceful solutions' rather than simple extermination.

How very sickeningly weak his famiglia must be. Hibari wondered if he had a place in it, and he dismissed it out of hand. He wasn't one to ally himself with such weaklings (and, from what he had seen, they were weaklings, babes barely out of their shells), much less take orders from one.

After all, Hibari Kyouya wasn't one to be tied down to anything. The Vongola and the mafia... was simply yet another portion of the world for him to fly in; a world in which his rules were the law. Anything less, he would not allow.

He was a man made to rule, in the end. Even when he wanted to be alone, he ruled - over his environment, over herbivores who tried to dog his heels to gain his strength.

Rule, and never, ever follow.

"How they are is no concern of yours, Sawada Tsunayoshi," he said, not even bothering to turn around. "But..." he smiled - just the smallest curve of the lips.

"They are worthy."