Long time
Of laws & disorder | Hibari Kyouya | khr_undercover
KHR | Vaguely 1827 | TYL | Italy
I remember when we were just starting out,
Your world was lonely, needed mine.
So I will not stop fighting for you,
Until I run out of time.
No one else will understand what we're going through,
But I will not stop fighting,
Until you stop fighting too.
*
Greek mythology believed that the God of Love, Venus, was born in Sicily. She watched boys trapped in bodies of men fall in love, kill for love and die out of love. But with the mafia’s tumultuous warring history, it seemed like the God of War, Kratos, ruled over the spurned hearts of Italians, lost in love.
And all’s fair in love and war.
It applied in Sicily. For the hardest of mafia, there were rules to be kept because even criminals longed for some form of organized chaos, laws and regulations, groups and cliques to fall back on. They were mere mortals toeing boundaries and acting as if the law was beneath them but lines were necessary evils in the mafia.
These were the same people who lived by unspoken agreements and cryptic language. Like blood vows and marriage proposals, the ten commandments of Cosa Nostra were sacred and honoured by all means.
It was also because they were only made of flesh and blood that mistakes occur. Some were genuine human errors, the others weren’t but all the same, people die, people cry and it continued, this vicious cycle doomed from the start.
But some people don’t belong in this system and the rest don’t play the same game. The tenth generation of the Vongola crime famiglia was one of a kind.
And one of the guardians made his own rules, or so he thought.
The strongest of Vongola guardians.
*
“No,” Reborn started as Hibari stood to leave.
“You cannot present yourself directly to our friends. It may be a hit and he is not an ally but there must be a third party to connect the dots.”
Hibari paused to narrow his gaze at the other, quiet daggers.
“That’s the way we work," Reborn continued.
"The law of Cosa Nostra."
Not even you can break, his eyes seemed to say.
Hibari's silence spoke volumes of disenchantment but a firm voice cut in, an attempt to salvage.
“The Vongola External officer will meet you as planned Hibari-san.”
If it was meant to be a statement, Vongola Decimo’s tone betrayed him. Almost a question but less of an order and more of a request that Sawada Tsunayoshi knew merited no answer, not from the man before them. But scorning was not one of his few facial expressions so Hibari Kyouya answered with the loudest slam of the door before the right hand man could protest.
“What a joke,” he muttered, loud enough only for Kusakabe's sharp ears.
Kusakabe did not answer, choosing instead to hand his superior a folder of information on the designated liaison officer who was unfortunate enough to be paired with the Vongola guardian with the least tolerance for human contact.
Hibari did not take it and Kusakabe should have known better.
“I don’t need a stone in my path or ridiculous rules to waste my time.”
In the world of angels, there was no need for the law and in the eyes of demons like them, the scum of the earth, there were no regard for laws. But Hibari cared for laws, just not their kind. The kind that seemed to be excuses for the weak needing protection, crowds that were incapable of defending their stands.
So Hibari Kyouya walked on his own, not caring for mafia laws. Especially not one as troublesome as involving an external liaison that he did not ask for.
*
Never the sort to be moved, Hibari laid in the shadows, counting down in the alley behind the strip club (#4 - do not go to pubs or clubs). He justified the waiting for his unwanted partner as discipline. Because some things don’t change, not even for Vongola Decimo. Some things like his hatred for rule breakers, which was why he was somewhat adhering to first commandment of the mafia (#1 - no one can present himself directly to another of our friends).
But when Sawada Tsunayoshi appeared at the location of the hit, Hibari showed no surprise, just the briefest quirk of his eyebrow and a mental glare at Kusakabe.
“I let Basil take a break tonight,” Vongola Decimo explained.
Redundant, Hibari thought. His senses were tingling on heightened alert, eyes like that of a circling hawk, waiting for his prey to land in the trap. Somewhere in the distance, there was a sudden whirl of the siren and a faint flicker of the flashlight. Police or bouncers he didn’t know but Hibari tightened the hold on his tonfas (#3 - never be seen with cops), coiled and ready to kill if warranted.
Whoever it was, it never came, not close enough but he never relaxed.
“You’re unnecessary,” Hibari replied after the longest pause.
The brunette merely smiled softly, taking his place beside the other like it was meant to be. There was a softest beep from Hibari’s pocket and they both knew it was time (#6 - appointments must be kept).
Their signal to move came with the low rumble of engines that cut through their tensed silence. A nondescript car rolled to a stop near the back entrance of the club, lights off and easily missed. Hibari felt his blood pump in time with the skip of the brunette’s pounding heartbeat. Vaguely he wondered if this collective drum could be heard but the target appeared and everything was forgotten.
The stage was set and the target locked within sights. The hawk was ready to bite his prey to the death.
“You will not get in my way,” he whispered.
“I won’t.”
Hibari nearly stopped dead in his tracks at the answer but that wasn’t part of the plan. His body moved on instinct, so he took it in his stride, preferring the sound of bones breaking over steel to the smallest worry in Vongola Decimo’s voice.
*
It was a quick affair, something he relished in, especially when there was no dead weight holding him back. He could still feel him somewhere behind, the kindest gaze of liquid gold staring a hole into the back of his head. It annoyed him but Hibari knew compromise, so he let it go and threw the last bodyguard a little too close to where Vongola Decimo stayed hidden. A warning of some sort.
“Who sent you? At least tell me who…”
Hibari had no reason to lie (#8 - when asked for any information by friends, it has to be the truth).
“Vongola.”
“Spare me please. Don’t kill me. I’ll pay you better than whoever sent you I’ll…”
Barely a beat, then came a dull crack, a broken neck and the deed was done.
“Take it to your grave, herbivore,” he muttered but not before bashing the skull in (#9 - money cannot be appropriated if it belonged to other families).
Just in case.
The Vongola crime famiglia did not need any dead men walking.
*
One sharp movement of his forearms and the blood splattered on a nearby wall. Hibari straightened up (tonfas hidden) and sidestepped the corpses.
Without turning back, he asked out loud (more for himself than the other).
“What are you waiting for?”
Let’s go home.
*
The Vongola did not need a lot of things, including guardians who did not know how to obey commandments (rash right hand men, idiot jocks and useless kids).
And though it might not seem like it but Hibari was as loyal as it could ever get, not that he would ever admit but he prided himself as Vongola’s infallible one.
(#5 - always be available for Cosa Nostra, even if your family is dying.)
So on the day that Sawada Tsunayoshi fell, Hibari Kyouya did not stop.
I will not stop.
Not even for you.
KHR | Vaguely 1827 | TYL | Italy
I remember when we were just starting out,
Your world was lonely, needed mine.
So I will not stop fighting for you,
Until I run out of time.
No one else will understand what we're going through,
But I will not stop fighting,
Until you stop fighting too.
*
Greek mythology believed that the God of Love, Venus, was born in Sicily. She watched boys trapped in bodies of men fall in love, kill for love and die out of love. But with the mafia’s tumultuous warring history, it seemed like the God of War, Kratos, ruled over the spurned hearts of Italians, lost in love.
And all’s fair in love and war.
It applied in Sicily. For the hardest of mafia, there were rules to be kept because even criminals longed for some form of organized chaos, laws and regulations, groups and cliques to fall back on. They were mere mortals toeing boundaries and acting as if the law was beneath them but lines were necessary evils in the mafia.
These were the same people who lived by unspoken agreements and cryptic language. Like blood vows and marriage proposals, the ten commandments of Cosa Nostra were sacred and honoured by all means.
It was also because they were only made of flesh and blood that mistakes occur. Some were genuine human errors, the others weren’t but all the same, people die, people cry and it continued, this vicious cycle doomed from the start.
But some people don’t belong in this system and the rest don’t play the same game. The tenth generation of the Vongola crime famiglia was one of a kind.
And one of the guardians made his own rules, or so he thought.
The strongest of Vongola guardians.
*
“No,” Reborn started as Hibari stood to leave.
“You cannot present yourself directly to our friends. It may be a hit and he is not an ally but there must be a third party to connect the dots.”
Hibari paused to narrow his gaze at the other, quiet daggers.
“That’s the way we work," Reborn continued.
"The law of Cosa Nostra."
Not even you can break, his eyes seemed to say.
Hibari's silence spoke volumes of disenchantment but a firm voice cut in, an attempt to salvage.
“The Vongola External officer will meet you as planned Hibari-san.”
If it was meant to be a statement, Vongola Decimo’s tone betrayed him. Almost a question but less of an order and more of a request that Sawada Tsunayoshi knew merited no answer, not from the man before them. But scorning was not one of his few facial expressions so Hibari Kyouya answered with the loudest slam of the door before the right hand man could protest.
“What a joke,” he muttered, loud enough only for Kusakabe's sharp ears.
Kusakabe did not answer, choosing instead to hand his superior a folder of information on the designated liaison officer who was unfortunate enough to be paired with the Vongola guardian with the least tolerance for human contact.
Hibari did not take it and Kusakabe should have known better.
“I don’t need a stone in my path or ridiculous rules to waste my time.”
In the world of angels, there was no need for the law and in the eyes of demons like them, the scum of the earth, there were no regard for laws. But Hibari cared for laws, just not their kind. The kind that seemed to be excuses for the weak needing protection, crowds that were incapable of defending their stands.
So Hibari Kyouya walked on his own, not caring for mafia laws. Especially not one as troublesome as involving an external liaison that he did not ask for.
*
Never the sort to be moved, Hibari laid in the shadows, counting down in the alley behind the strip club (#4 - do not go to pubs or clubs). He justified the waiting for his unwanted partner as discipline. Because some things don’t change, not even for Vongola Decimo. Some things like his hatred for rule breakers, which was why he was somewhat adhering to first commandment of the mafia (#1 - no one can present himself directly to another of our friends).
But when Sawada Tsunayoshi appeared at the location of the hit, Hibari showed no surprise, just the briefest quirk of his eyebrow and a mental glare at Kusakabe.
“I let Basil take a break tonight,” Vongola Decimo explained.
Redundant, Hibari thought. His senses were tingling on heightened alert, eyes like that of a circling hawk, waiting for his prey to land in the trap. Somewhere in the distance, there was a sudden whirl of the siren and a faint flicker of the flashlight. Police or bouncers he didn’t know but Hibari tightened the hold on his tonfas (#3 - never be seen with cops), coiled and ready to kill if warranted.
Whoever it was, it never came, not close enough but he never relaxed.
“You’re unnecessary,” Hibari replied after the longest pause.
The brunette merely smiled softly, taking his place beside the other like it was meant to be. There was a softest beep from Hibari’s pocket and they both knew it was time (#6 - appointments must be kept).
Their signal to move came with the low rumble of engines that cut through their tensed silence. A nondescript car rolled to a stop near the back entrance of the club, lights off and easily missed. Hibari felt his blood pump in time with the skip of the brunette’s pounding heartbeat. Vaguely he wondered if this collective drum could be heard but the target appeared and everything was forgotten.
The stage was set and the target locked within sights. The hawk was ready to bite his prey to the death.
“You will not get in my way,” he whispered.
“I won’t.”
Hibari nearly stopped dead in his tracks at the answer but that wasn’t part of the plan. His body moved on instinct, so he took it in his stride, preferring the sound of bones breaking over steel to the smallest worry in Vongola Decimo’s voice.
*
It was a quick affair, something he relished in, especially when there was no dead weight holding him back. He could still feel him somewhere behind, the kindest gaze of liquid gold staring a hole into the back of his head. It annoyed him but Hibari knew compromise, so he let it go and threw the last bodyguard a little too close to where Vongola Decimo stayed hidden. A warning of some sort.
“Who sent you? At least tell me who…”
Hibari had no reason to lie (#8 - when asked for any information by friends, it has to be the truth).
“Vongola.”
“Spare me please. Don’t kill me. I’ll pay you better than whoever sent you I’ll…”
Barely a beat, then came a dull crack, a broken neck and the deed was done.
“Take it to your grave, herbivore,” he muttered but not before bashing the skull in (#9 - money cannot be appropriated if it belonged to other families).
Just in case.
The Vongola crime famiglia did not need any dead men walking.
*
One sharp movement of his forearms and the blood splattered on a nearby wall. Hibari straightened up (tonfas hidden) and sidestepped the corpses.
Without turning back, he asked out loud (more for himself than the other).
“What are you waiting for?”
Let’s go home.
*
The Vongola did not need a lot of things, including guardians who did not know how to obey commandments (rash right hand men, idiot jocks and useless kids).
And though it might not seem like it but Hibari was as loyal as it could ever get, not that he would ever admit but he prided himself as Vongola’s infallible one.
(#5 - always be available for Cosa Nostra, even if your family is dying.)
So on the day that Sawada Tsunayoshi fell, Hibari Kyouya did not stop.
I will not stop.
Not even for you.