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The day after the “burial”, deep within a forest on the outskirts of what was once their hometown, Hibari Kyouya watches Gokudera Hayato – Storm Guardian and Right Hand of the Vongola – from the shadows of the trees. He does not approach because lingering on the fringes and watching everything is better than staring at the coffin that Gokudera is currently slumped in front of and knowing that if he and Irie Shouichi mess this up, there really will be someone lying in there, amidst the white and sweetness of graveyard lilies. Hibari knows something that the Storm Guardian and the Rain Guardian and all the rest of them do not: the weight of the knowledge presses down on his shoulders, distinct and suffocating against his chest.
He does not know why Sawada Tsunayoshi chose him, of all people, to see things through. They are not friends, they are not close: the Vongola Decimo has his business just as much as Hibari has his, and years ago, both of them had silently agreed that it would be in their best interests to leave each other alone as much as possible. That they crossed paths more often than most should not have held any real significance either – any man worth his salt in the mafia game ends up running into him and the Foundation he leads, one way or another, because of what he knows about the box weapons. The fact that he is Sawada’s so-called “Cloud Guardian” should not matter either, for he does not think of himself in that fashion. That ring was given to him years ago; he chose to keep it for himself. That was where it began, and in his eyes, that was where it should end.
In that sense, however, he should have been the first one to move between them and outright refused. He could have done it – he’s done it before, done it constantly, in fact, since they were fifteen. The biggest mystery of that day for him – one that he still doesn’t want to think about – is that while he did not say yes, he did not say no, and that was more than enough to get Sawada to smile, thank him, and outline everything.
He hates being tied down. To chain one’s self to another person, or to be chained to them by circumstance, begets weakness. The more one ended up relying on other people, the cloudier their vision got, the harder it became for them to move. He wanted to stay above the rabble; he wanted to fly higher than anyone else. He wanted to be free of any and all obligations, because that meant he could cut loose from the shit of the world whenever he wanted.
Perhaps what he really hates, however, is the fact that even after “death”, that one person can still tell him exactly what it is that he must do and rest easy in knowing that he will do it, no matter how much he says that he won’t.
Hibari leaves as Gokudera Hayato smokes through the last cigarette in his pack. He has work to do.
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He does not know why Sawada Tsunayoshi chose him, of all people, to see things through. They are not friends, they are not close: the Vongola Decimo has his business just as much as Hibari has his, and years ago, both of them had silently agreed that it would be in their best interests to leave each other alone as much as possible. That they crossed paths more often than most should not have held any real significance either – any man worth his salt in the mafia game ends up running into him and the Foundation he leads, one way or another, because of what he knows about the box weapons. The fact that he is Sawada’s so-called “Cloud Guardian” should not matter either, for he does not think of himself in that fashion. That ring was given to him years ago; he chose to keep it for himself. That was where it began, and in his eyes, that was where it should end.
In that sense, however, he should have been the first one to move between them and outright refused. He could have done it – he’s done it before, done it constantly, in fact, since they were fifteen. The biggest mystery of that day for him – one that he still doesn’t want to think about – is that while he did not say yes, he did not say no, and that was more than enough to get Sawada to smile, thank him, and outline everything.
He hates being tied down. To chain one’s self to another person, or to be chained to them by circumstance, begets weakness. The more one ended up relying on other people, the cloudier their vision got, the harder it became for them to move. He wanted to stay above the rabble; he wanted to fly higher than anyone else. He wanted to be free of any and all obligations, because that meant he could cut loose from the shit of the world whenever he wanted.
Perhaps what he really hates, however, is the fact that even after “death”, that one person can still tell him exactly what it is that he must do and rest easy in knowing that he will do it, no matter how much he says that he won’t.
Hibari leaves as Gokudera Hayato smokes through the last cigarette in his pack. He has work to do.
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