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He could still feel the shards of silica still lodged deeply in his hand, too deep for the tweezers he had stolen from his mother’s bathroom to reach. The cuts stung as the coarse fabric of his jacket brushed over them, and Tsuna winced ever so slightly, because as used to pain as he was, it still hurt.
The bell rang and Tsuna hurried to his classroom, timing the moment carefully so he would come in right when the teacher was arriving. The class stared as he entered, falling farther and father behind the teacher, who was also eyeing him carefully.
As he sat down, the teacher began, “Sawada Tsunayoshi. You have missed six days of school and a major test. What do you want to do?” his voice was hard and reminded Tsuna too much of Yoshi.
Tsuna swallowed, putting on the best face he could muster, “I’ll take it," he told the teacher.
The teacher glared at him for a while, as if trying to look deep into his soul. Tsuna felt his skin shiver, but he nodded firmly, showing off his everyday façade of the uncaring attitude.
He could hear the students whisper about him, how Yoshi was so worried about him and how he had ditched because he was upset over being so lowly and useless. How he had hidden himself inside his room, ignoring Yoshi’s ‘pleas’ to help him, ignoring his mother who so wanted to help him, and how he destroyed the house and the neighborhood. They flashed glares and sneers at him, as if planning out his very demise for causing the ‘school star Yoshi’ so much trouble. How he had been so lucky to have such a kind brother and mother like them and how he just took all those things so carelessly and unkindly.
Tsuna held back the tears as the small child within him cried, clutching his knees harder and tighter to his chest, while Tsuna sat there wishing silently for the bell that had just rang to ring again.
The intercom spoke. “Will Sawada Tsunayoshi please come to the reception room?” it sputtered, static everywhere.
Everyone in the class ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ as Tsuna reluctantly got up and walked out of the room, his hand throbbing painfully. He noticed his teacher give him a disappointed look as he passed through the door and into the bare hall.
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The door was menacingly great, despite its size. Tsuna as well as the rest of the student body knew all to well what was behind it. Half the student body was lucky enough to never face the person who sat at the very end of the desk at the very end of this room. Tsuna was unlucky enough to have met him more than once. From his brother’s antics and ‘games,’ Tsuna was always the one left to blame, despite his utter innocence and cluelessness to what had happened in whatever his brother had done.
And every time, Tsuna had left the room with more injuries than he had come in with.
He shivered as his hand clutched the cold metal, twisting it, and pushing it open with a slight shove. He felt the warm air rush out, enveloping him and pulling him in. The warmth embraced him as did the sun, for it did not discriminate others and shine only to whomever it wished to shine on. As he fixed his gaze on the being sitting at the end of the desk, a chill ran through him and expelled all the suddenly gained warmth from his body. It went numb as he fell to the ground, the door slamming behind him from the members of the Disciplinary club who shut and locked the door from outside.
They always let their boss have his fun with his prey alone.
“Missing six days of school and missing a major test. Oh, and apparently causing trouble to half of the student body due to family relations,” the emotionless voice read off his violations. Tsuna shivered. It would be a cruel punishment. He should’ve kept a chart of who had hurt him the most in his room. This man and Yoshi would certainly be fighting for the top.
“Do you understand that this is a terrible violation to the school rules? As well as ditching school for a week, you missed an important test that measured our school’s average score, and caused trouble to the students.” Tsuna spluttered as he felt the cold metal of weapons dig into his chin, pushing him back to the door. “I’ll bite you to death for this.”
The swivel chair squeaked as it twirled around in circles and the sound of wings beating were loud and clear in the silence.
Hibari Kyouya. This man was the most feared and honored in the school. He was infamous for his line ‘I’ll bite you to death’ before clashing his tonfas upon his victims’ skulls, not permanently damaging them, but enough to teach them a lesson. His fighting skills were very accurate and his temper not one to be trifled with. His voice was monotonous and he was unpredictable from his constant bad attitude. The sports players feared him and the girls quietly adored him. This man was the head of the Disciplinary Commity. The feared and revered man. This was, in his all terrifying and glorifying flesh and blood, Hibari Kyouya.
Tsuna whimpered as it drove deeper into his chin, hurting his neck and jaw. Hibari released it, only to allow Tsuna to fall, covering his head with both hands and asking for forgiveness.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Hibari-san. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me,” he whimpered as tears streamed down his cheeks like they did when Yoshi had hurt him a week before. “Hibari-san, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please don’t hurt me.”
No such attack came. No blow was heard, no blow was brought down, crashing deeply into his skull.
Tsuna heard Hibari bend down to his current height through his blurred eyes and felt his hot breath on his forehead.
“Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me.” He was mumbling now, his hands no longer on his head but around his legs, clutching himself and rocking back and forth like the little child he had always seen in his dreams and the depths of his soul. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.”
“Your hand is injured?” the voice was rough and hard, but somewhat warm and caring. It was something Tsuna had not heard for a long time.
He didn’t speak. Instead, Hibari gently grabbed his hand and saw how Tsuna winced and how the tears fell harder and harder down his cheeks like the burst of a storm. Tsuna felt the soft gauze and cloth bandages being unrolled ever so carefully, the cool air rushing around it, soothing his burning flesh. He did not look up when he heard the box clatter by his companion’s side or when he felt the soft cotton ball press against his hand. He heard the soft gasp emitted by Hibari when seeing the gashes along his palm or when feeling around his hand to feel the distortedness of the bones. Tsuna winced when he felt the alcohol-dipped tweezers dive deep into his peeling scabs, scouring and scavenging for the forgotten shards.
For each drop of his teardrops, Tsuna heard one twinkling sound of the bloody shard falling to the floor. Tsuna counted fourteen in all. The alcohol burned slightly when Hibari once again rubbed the cotton swab all over his now-treated hand. He felt his large hands press hard against the broken bones of the hand, pushing the delicate bones into place.
Tsuna noticed that Hibari was better at treating wounds than the nurse. After all, Hibari had to take care of the yanki and delinquents who lingered among the shadowed alleys of Namimori. He had to have gotten a few injuries few of the times.
After having his wound dressed and bandaged, Tsuna gazed at it, admiring the handiwork this man who had killing intent when he first came in the room had done. “...Thank you...” he said, quietly like a small mouse waiting to leave and avoid the presence of the cat that had so cunningly trapped him in this little box he had no means to escape from. “I’ll...be leaving now.”
Tsuna got up to leave reaching for the door, trying to avoid any eye contact with Hibari in any manner possible. A hand shot out, pulling him down from his legs, causing him to collapse on his butt.
To Tsuna’s surprise, he glanced back in surprise at Hibari whose gaze was hard and intent as the teacher’s. He gulped. Now he was surely to be punished for payment of Hibari treating his wound. “Hibari-san...?”
The boy pushed aside the plastic first aid kit that still lay open on the ground, its insides sprawled messily out beside it and turned Tsuna to face him rather than turning his head. The boy stared harder and harder at Tsuna, who now only gazed back deep into his eyes, revealing to him his open fear of not only him, but of the school and his brother.
Tsuna was confused at this stare, and he started to become afraid, as it reminded him more and more of his brother. It dug even deeper than the teacher had, deeper than the crying child, deep deep deep down into his soul, to pull out his smoldering rage, his flame that had been shoved far down into the deepest corners of his mind.
And then it looked even deeper still, even past the burning flames of his anger and rage and reached until it had grasped the core of his soul. Those eyes, those blank, cold, hard eyes had gazed down far, farther than Tsuna himself had even known to exist. They were all-knowing, so enlightened. Only then, only Tsuna had grasped the fortitude and the greatness this one person had, and how he held on to that power with such grace and such control.
Hibari’s arms reached out to touch Tsuna who had clamped his eyes shut from reflex he had learned from past year’s experience. But instead of striking him as he had expected, they wrapped around him, pulling him into him.
Tsuna had noted that Hibari’s chest was hard and muscular, yet at the same time warm and soft. His broken arm fell limp as he clutched the uniform like it was a lifeline and cried. Neither he nor Hibari cared if his white shirt became wet and soaked and caked from dried salty tears. Neither he nor Hibari spoke a word as the small spiky haired boy cried into the arms of the larger black-haired boy in the big dark room. All was silent for the quiet sobs. The yellow bird always perched on Hibari’s shoulder had ceased to fly around and was perched on top of a bookcase, peering at them with questionable eyes.
“I’m scared.”
And thus, fourth (and really really REALLY cheesy) chapter if finished. I didn't like it that much...but it was supposed to be...I guess it was just how I worded it is what that really bothered me...-tosses away-
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