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Who: Euphie and Hibari
When: during the event, time skip a bit forward~
Where: at Euphie's flower shop (Lower Level)
Rating: PG
Warnings: blood, possible violence -- basically, Hibari. ♥
Summary: Hibari returns to when he's a teenager -- when he's affected by the Sakura-kura Disease. Euphie finds him thoroughly thrashed. Mmhmm. ♥

Later, when he looks

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Euphemia's head turned immediately; after all, she had the tendency to be easily startled, and she muffled a yelp with her hand, whipping about to just see Hibari hit the floor, and--well, what had caused it? After all, her rather taciturn security guard did not usually show any sign of weakness if he could help it, so seeing him on the floor was... surprising, to say the least. And he looked... younger, almost, around her age now. It was startling, to see how strikingly different his face looked--or maybe the similarities in the way he carried himself still. Regardless, her first concern to see if he was okay

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A girl's voice. A dress. Hibari, as a teenager, was shorter and much less restrained. No longer dressed in a neat suit, the red armband (that marked him as the leader of Namimori's Disciplinary Committee) and his ripped shirt and vest all were stained with blossoms of blood. Cuts and gashes littered his body, almost accenting the paleness of his skin as his fingers clenched to hold off the pain. Hibari tried to drag himself up, eyes flicking wildly around as he tried to assess the situation. His mind still scattered, body and senses overloaded and overwhelmed.

Paying no attention to her, his eyes still darted about, blindly searching for his tormentor.

"Rokudou," he breathed to no one in particular, voice shaking and body shuddering (and goddamnit, why wouldn't they stop trembling), the name punctuated by the sound of more blood splattering on the shop's floor. He spat the mouthful of blood derisively on the ground, moving sluggishly as more dripped slowly from his lips and body. "I'll bite--An empty threat when there was no

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Blood. Seeing it made Euphie's skin crawl, as if it were reminding her of something. Being dead didn't mean Euphie couldn't bleed; after all, she had died twice, once here in Purgatorium, and seeing the red liquid gelling on the clean floor of the flower shop, the certain acrid smell it carried... Her stomach turned, but she forced herself to keep in Hibari's view, determined to at least prove herself now, if ever. If at all.

"Hibari," she said, trying to make her voice as gentle as possible, an auditory caress. "What's wrong? Are you--?"

And she looked around herself for Hibari's invisible foe--who was Rokudou?--but there was nothing at all. Just the few rows of flowers, the glass cases with arrangements, the cash register, the definite knowledge that they were alone and there was no one else here that could be Rokudou.

"Are you okay?" she finished, repeating her first question. "Hibari, do you need... me to get you something?"

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"Sakura," Hibari hissed, eyes narrowing as they settled on her. The gentleness fell on deaf ears; his mind was rushing and roaring, pulse pounding and thundering and drowning out intervals of sound. Where was Rokudou Mukuro, where was the sakura, and where was he?

Maybe Mukuro was gone. Maybe this strange place was another world entirely. Maybe the new world signified that he had won, but he wasn't taking any chances. (But really, even he knew somewhere deep down that he had had no chance after Mukuro's previously employed tactics.)

--the girl. It had to be her. It had to be the girl that was harboring Mukuro. An illusion, nothing else, and Hibari wouldn't shy away from ripping the illusion away. With no real strength left, only that of frenetic and wild desperation, Hibari forced himself to twist his arm and try and strike one final blow against his hidden opponent. He didn't have nearly enough power to bring his fist up into her face -- instead, he swung his elbow up and jammed it forward, just as he would when he had his tonfas,