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[REBORN! - Hibari Kyouya, Dino Cavallone ]
To say Hibari Kyouya disliked people was both an understatement and incorrect. People were, as a whole, slow, weak and not worth the time it took to register their presence. Irritatingly so. Their priorities were misguided and messy, unordered and whimsical. To say that he strove for perfection would also be incorrect, because he was simply himself and had no such lofty goals as to ‘be the best’. Rather he saw right what was in front of him and reached for it. If it was wrong he would take it apart, bite it dead.
There was something disruptive going on, something to do with rings and people and some sort of feigned importance. He didn’t care. It was as simple as that - except for the few interesting things that had popped up. Interesting would, too, be a misnomer but there was no other way to describe it. Sawada Tsunayoshi, a quiet guy, stupid in his weakness and yet - occasionally stronger than everyone else. The baby which might even be worth something. And that guy, the same kind as Sawada.
‘That guy’ would be the reason he was out in the middle of somewhere (out in the middle of nowhere didn’t happen to him, even unknowns were still somewhere, just nowhere relevant or interesting). Sometimes Dino Cavallone would talk at him, it was like listening to flies, only more appealing, barely. Hibari was dressed in his school uniform, even today, even where he was. People these days undercut the authority of an identity to school and society - not that Hibari really cared that much. People weren’t worth the energy it took to think about, all he had to do was beat them back in line.
To say Hibari Kyouya disliked people was both an understatement and incorrect. People were, as a whole, slow, weak and not worth the time it took to register their presence. Irritatingly so. Their priorities were misguided and messy, unordered and whimsical. To say that he strove for perfection would also be incorrect, because he was simply himself and had no such lofty goals as to ‘be the best’. Rather he saw right what was in front of him and reached for it. If it was wrong he would take it apart, bite it dead.
There was something disruptive going on, something to do with rings and people and some sort of feigned importance. He didn’t care. It was as simple as that - except for the few interesting things that had popped up. Interesting would, too, be a misnomer but there was no other way to describe it. Sawada Tsunayoshi, a quiet guy, stupid in his weakness and yet - occasionally stronger than everyone else. The baby which might even be worth something. And that guy, the same kind as Sawada.
‘That guy’ would be the reason he was out in the middle of somewhere (out in the middle of nowhere didn’t happen to him, even unknowns were still somewhere, just nowhere relevant or interesting). Sometimes Dino Cavallone would talk at him, it was like listening to flies, only more appealing, barely. Hibari was dressed in his school uniform, even today, even where he was. People these days undercut the authority of an identity to school and society - not that Hibari really cared that much. People weren’t worth the energy it took to think about, all he had to do was beat them back in line.