Civilized Savage.

With Children’s Day having passed and students begin to file back to school, Hibari could only wonder why there is a small box placed in front of his door. It is not Valentine’s Day as he remembers it, when a pile of gifts will surely be present at this position. In any case, he picks it up and opens it as he enters his office.

Only to stop short and blink at the phone strap. It takes an additional two seconds before he comes upon the note, eyes narrowing slightly. How unnecessary of that herbivore to do this...

          Even after all events that occured, Hibari couldn’t claim for sure what was his exact attitude towards the younger self. Indeed there were things and events that had an immense influence on his future, some of them the Cloud wished to erase both from memory and own life, nevertheless there was no denial of importance of what the young prefect had managed to pull with the rest of the Guardians. However at that time he himself approached Irie with request to perform another test travel with those watches, that would grant sufficient amount of time (even if not for long), allowing them both to dwell in one dimension; the trick might work, but duration remained on minimum. Once he manifested on the roof of the painfully familiar and dear Nami-Chuu, the sought-for figure also was detected, and thus he approached. At leisure, without superflouos sounds, even breathing was almost ceased, he knew how to deceive own senses, taking into consideration that carnivore had ways to grow. Bending lightly, swift movement placed a pitch black box that contained particular items on the chest of the smaller predator, compelling his somnolence to fade away. “You may need a spare ones until your own will grow sharper.” Uncharacteristic tone with shades of merriment spoke, as another pair of slanted eyes stared up at him, even in despite of lack of congratulatory speech, the other had to get a hint and the teasing meaning behind his words. Search for power as in development and appropriate changes should be considered as required, not detestable.

He had been looking forward to a peaceful birthday on the rooftop of his emptied school; despite slightly missing the usual hustle and bustle that keeps him busy with disciplinary duties on regular days. Nevertheless, it is still better than facing herbivores crowding for his attention, which he deems unnecessary if all merely to receive commemorating gifts. For what purpose? Is it not the same to simply place it in his mailbox that it will eventually reach his hands? Why does his older self act the same way as those underlings?

The scent this young Hibari recognizes from anywhere, and not too favorable in his opinion, even as he finds a small item coming in contact with his chest. Up his upper body rises, an annoyed crease between his brows over his slow detection, otherwise his attention shifts to the box. The appearance of the older carnivore suffices to fill his curiosity, immediately making to open it and see what he is referring to ( in spite of the tone that only sounds irritating ). 

The middle-schooler’s countenance blackens. He nearly so bares his teeth too.

             “… … If you wanted a fight for our day of birth, just say so.”

There is no day of rest where the Cloud Guardian is concerned, or at least, when he feels otherwise, and he certainly does not see the need to celebrate so-called ‘special occasions’ to the tee when there are more important matters at hand. Yes, his birthday is one of the few that he remembers on an annual basis, memorable since his very first memory as it is the day that his kindred celebrate for the children of his homeland; not that it is even applicable to him anymore, being adult, but he never forgets the extravagance of the celebration.

Still, it is obvious that the day of birth will always attract people to himself no matter how old he gets. Not that he does not enjoy being gifted to, as the items have become more thoughtful over the years, but had he not specifically asked his Right-hand to receive the offerings on his behalf?

Obsidian eyes peer at the woman before him, and then at the package. A nod is all he offers, a gesture to tell her to leave it on the desk where there is space. No comment about her tardiness, but surely no criticism toward her manner. She knows well, and he appreciates that in his silent way.

so I checked your blog out…. I STAYED FOR THE ACE KYOYA RP :D

Cues the longest stare he has ever given.

How does one respond to sudden contact of skin and lips, which is obviously out of good will toward his day of birth, whereas it being a very rare moment for the both of them to start with? Hibari stands nearly stiffly, obsidian eyes peering at the Storm as if attempting to read his mind—–not that there is anything to even read. They have been a couple for a while, and this is certainly what couples do; according to stereotypical humans. But he is a carnivore, and carnivores do not mingle nor appreciate any form of touching on their physique.

So why does he feel ( somewhat ) happy?

          “……Hayato.”

He is very sure that he understands the implication behind this. ( as if the book is not enough to explain the absolute purpose behind the gifts. ) Never mind the grass, but if Hibari were to look at the bright side—and he has learned to seek that side of life while maintaining sadistic nature in the journey to maturity—’facts’ about herbivores can be potentially useful. How many times had he confused himself with the strange behaviors of weaklings, that he should suffer even an ounce of blood too? Yes, by learning more about them, he will surely become more efficient in battle.

Starting with the white-haired one before him.

             “Wao. I suppose I have to accept this gift then.”

Quiet is nice.

Hence when the gift is placed on his desk, he takes notice immediately, a brow quirking ever so slightly in questioning. The box is so plain that he cannot think it to be anything related to one of overrated holidays, so he easily slides it to himself and opens the contraption. Of course, he is pleasantly surprised by the content---he had only just remembered what day it is, though caring very little for it, but to find something much different from the usual... For sure, he will keep this one instead of giving away to his subordinates.