Through His Eyes Chapter 7
Chapter 7: An EXTREME Jog
The light footed non-prefect made his way through Namimori, destination in mind all the while. Of course there was no disciplinary jacket blowing behind his shoulders nor his usual school uniform shirt tucked into tight black pants, no the proud and ever bloodthirsty Hibari was wearing jogging pants and a white polo top. Not something particularly flattering but in order to pass the little excursion to Kokuyo park as a daily jog, he had to use the adequate tools.
Eventually arriving at the abandoned looking building, the non-prefect looked around, even without his tonfa’s Hibari was not one to be intimidated by anything or anyone let alone a creepy looking building. During the jog he hadn’t even broke a sweat, that was saved for later Hibari smirked to himself, enjoying the random fight scenario’s playing in his head, of course each time himself being the victor. It wasn’t exactly arrogance that made him believe this and not really confidence either, it was more like a refusal to loose to those he considered weaker than himself and the prospect of biting them to death which bought glee to Hibari’s psyche.
A Tiny movement to his left. Hibari almost pounced on whatever it was like a cat catching a mouse, apart from this time the mouse was a pathetic whimpering herbivore.
“Hibari-san” the brunette boy currently pressed tightly against the wall stammered, nervous energy pouring off him eyes frantic and arms still like dead weights at his sides.
Hibari let out a low growl, displeased with the state of the boy before him. He refused to believe this was the same person that had defeated so many more worthy opponents, this weak herbivorous creature. Letting go, Tsuna dropped to the floor letting out an oomph as he landed. Just as the dark haired boy was about to leave a small voice from behind him caught his attention.
“Erm... Hibari-san why are you here?”
That was a pretty daring question Hibari figured; normally the baby’s ‘student’ cowered in fear of him, trembling like an abandoned puppy left in a back alley.
Turning back around to face the brunette, the darker haired teen noticed a distant look in the other boys eyes, almost as if he wasn’t all there, he vaguely remembered such a look before. It didn’t take him long to figure it out and the prospect please him.
A purple mist began to fill the space around the two teens, covering up the inevitable appearance of Hibari’s rival/enemy.
“Kfufufufu as nice as it is to see you I must ask, what brings you here Hibari-kun?” a sickeningly sultry voice spoke out into the mist.
Hibari chose not to answer until his obstruction disappeared, which eventually it did revealing the blue haired teenager, It seemed as though he’d taken over Tsuna’s body as Chrome’s wasn’t available.
“I’ll bite you to death”
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Half an hour later a silver head finally emerged from behind the bathroom door, wet strands sticking to a pale neck. Gokudera carried out a sweep of the room making sure Yamamoto wasn’t in sight before tiptoeing out of the bathroom, he thought he was acting quite childishly but at the moment he didn’t care, just wanting to avoid the idiotic pervert. All hopes of that were dashed however as an annoyingly happy cheerful voice sliced through the previously silent room.
“Hey Gokudera you finished in the bathroom yet? O there you are”
The shorter teen turned to face the owner of the obnoxiously happy voice, scowl deepening after noticing the huge grin accompanying the irritating tone. Yamamoto continued to grin despite his companions’ obvious displeasure, his expression widening further noticing that Gokudera was wearing his baseball gear, well not his, his would be far too big for someone as petite as Gokudera.
“Morning practice” Yamamoto offered, however Gokudera just walked past ignoring him completely, grabbing the baseball bat before heading out the front door of his apartment. Leaving the dark haired boy standing in the room with a bewildered look on his face.
One hour later…
School was just about to start and Yamamoto and Chrome headed into the school grounds, actually on time for once probably because the way to school had had a lack of ridiculous incidents or random bursts of rage courtesy of Gokudera. Chrome offered a polite goodbye walking ahead of Yamamoto to meet up with Kyoko and Hana on the way to class, Yamamoto just waved after her. There was still about 10 minutes before first period began and Yamamoto knew morning practice was probably just finishing so he decided to meet up with Gokudera as he had nothing better to do.
Reaching a building opposite the male changing rooms, Yamamoto waited leaning up against the rough surface of the wall whilst puffing out smoke from a cigarette, Reborn had scolded him for not smoking enough hence his heavy punishment score.
The baseball star needed only to wait a few minutes before the baseball team made their way out of the changing rooms, chattering loudly to one another, standing at his full height Yamamoto scanned the players looking for that familiar silver hair. He spotted it just a little bit behind the main group, a few of the senior players making idle conversation with the usually feisty bomber who seemed completely in his element despite being out of it.
Contact. One of the eldest of the team had a hand on Gokudera’s shoulder and Gokudera wasn’t pushing him off like he would with Yamamoto. The athlete didn’t know why this annoyed him so much but it did, a streak of anger pulsed through his veins and a dark expression spread across his face.
“Oi Yamamoto”
It seemed as though Yamamoto had lost track of time during this dark phase, as before he could even comprehend anything, Gokudera was stood beside him an unamused look on his face as usual.
“What’re you doing here baseball-nut?”
Noticing the spaced out look on Takeshi’s face, Gokudera decided to leave it and make sure the other boy got to class otherwise they’d be facing another incident with Ryohei.
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The last thing Tsuna remembered when he came to was being pinned up against the wall by the disciplinary prefect Hibari. However now he found himself aching all over, clothes tattered rags barely covering his skin, a few of the rags drenched in what appeared to be blood. Then he noticed the stings, it appeared the blood was his own, he could barely move the pain was almost unbearable. Tsuna’s memory was foggy, patches coming back then going, he began to remember hearing the same familiar seductive voice inside his head, which seemed so real, pulling him away from himself almost.
The small boy didn’t want to move for fear of the pain in all his muscles so he stayed leaning against the rough wall his legs packed tight against his chest. It seemed as though he’d remained there for hours, memories that seemed almost unreal like he was watching them from a distance coming back to him, he saw Hibari fighting but he couldn’t see who his opponent was. It was a fierce battle, Hibari’s face bloodied and dirty now, his clothes torn and his hair disheveled from the fight, that was when the other combatant finally registered in Tsuna’s mind. Mukuro. The blue haired teen appeared and pushed the prefect against the wall, mismatched eyes glinting with something mischievous in mind.
It all became too much of a blur after that and the brunette boy didn’t think he really wanted to know what happened between his two ‘guardians’ as Reborn called them. All Tsuna was concerned about was the fact he couldn’t particularly remember the past few hours of his life and that in all probability Mukuro had probably taken over his body and used it for his own devices, the thought caused a shiver to travel down the young Vongola boss’s spine, he really didn’t want to think about it.