Secret Santa . Arc 2 - Hibari
This one wasnât released on the official @khrsecretsantaâ , the admin has probably their own reasons so Iâll not tag the person for whom I wrote it, if they give their agreements, I will, but for now, youâll be the only ones to âenjoyâ this Hibari almost angsty one shot. â„
Plot: Choosing a character, choice made - TYL Hibari - Christmas memories.
Hibari squinted his eyes when the cold wind hit his face, frowning to the weather as if he could bite the death out of it. He hide the tip of his red pointy nose behind his black scarf, walking past people into the street, his eyes focused on an invisible point as his hands tighten around a bouquet of white flowers.
Kyoya hated winter, humidity, cold, flu, smile on everyones face, nope, it was way too much for him and the only thing he could think about was a warm cup of tea with a nice book in his way-too-cosy-armchair. What he hated the most in this amount of end-of-year stuff was probably Christmas, for him, there were no point in wasting time by baking cakes, decorating tree which is going to dirty is floor, suspend lights garlands and smiling all along. Oh it hasn't always been the case, there were times where Hibari trembled with impatience when Christmas was approaching, but the idea of this joyful sensation already felt makes him cringe and flee far far away from the uncomfortable feeling which ensues.
The sound of the bell under the pressure of his finger brought him back to reality and his sharp gaze stopped on the green crown hanging on the door, his feet lead him to this house in which he used to live for so many years and the smile of the woman who opened the door warmed his frozen little heart.
He dropped a kiss on her pale skin as he handed her the white lilies still in his hand, she appreciated the attention, letting out a clear laugh soothing his ears while he put off his jacket on the coat hanger.
«You shouldnât have done this whole road for me Kyoâ, I appreciate it, really but I would understand if you werenât coming home every year.»
The sweetness of her voice was matched only by her beauty and Hibari let out a soft grunt of desapproval in response, as if he had never left the house, he walked to the couch, passing by family pictures enlighten by the face of his smiling mother next to the stern expression of an absent father.
The curious ginger cat stretched lazily from its basket next to the window and drew near him with a nonchalant step, with a still agile motion, he jumped on his knees, sniffing his clothes superficially before meowing in a hoarse voice.
The young man put his hand on its head, stroking its smooth furr between his fingers, it ellicited a soft purr from the old Watson and he began to knead his thighs with his clawed paws, the peaceful humming song of the woman in the next room attracted his attention as well as the delicate smell of a well-prepared dish.
Hibari looked throught the window from his comfy place, detailling all of the snowflakes which began to softly fall in the garden, the sun was nowhere to be found as the sky began to darken. His grey hues traveled to his pocket watch pointing on 5 p.m and he sighed, one more thing he canât really stand on winter, the trivial rays of sunshine disappearing so early, his eyes darted to the garden once more and a frown appeared on his face.
«DID YOU SEE THIS GRANDâPA HN? The night is already here, that means Heâs going to come soon!
- Hehe, calm down Kyoâ, you have the time, itâs only 5p.m»
The little boy huffed with his already signature frown, making some strands of black hair rose out of his eyes. He brought back his gaze on the courtyard where his wooden hut was covered with a white sheet of snow, his hands plastered against the cold surface as he let his mind wandered to the sweet world of his imagination. Weak circles of fog appeared and disappeared against the window to the rythm of his steady breathing until two arms gripped him firmly from behind.
«Whoa- what, what are you doing?! Put me down!» His laugh filled the room while the old man made him fly around, his wife entered, rolling her eyes and put on the table, a plate of handmade appetizers which seemed delicious. Both of their hands were smacked away as soon as they were near the dish, as the old lady scolded the two of them, blowing on their red fingers, the ringing of the phone was heard from the hall and Kyoyaâs mother picked up.
«Oh Honey, Iâm glad you call, my parents are already here, they help me up with the cooking, youâre on your way back? - Oh- hm, I understand. Is it- really necessary? Okay, take care.»
His tiny heart squeezed in his chest as his ears roamed to the conversation of the next room and a cover of gloom encircled his shoulders. He missed the bleak look exchanged by the two adults surrounding him and declined the fish shape biscuit stretched by the wrinkled hand.
When she appeared in the door frame, announcing that her husband have to stay to work until 11p.m on Christmas Eve, she had to face the disapproval of her father and the disappointment of her son, she turned her heels back in the kitchen, followed by the other woman as the boys found their place back on the couch in silence.
Hibari, his back to the window, was focused on his hands, sitting on his grandpa's knees, he turned his head when the last one ruffled his hair gently.
«I knew he wouldnât be here..he never is..it..makes mom cry.»
A gentle, reassuring smile on his face, he cupped his grandsonâs chin between his fingers
«Hn-n, I donât want to see you like this on Christmas, and itâs not because your dad isnât here that weâre not going to have fun.» He slided his hand behind Hibariâs ear and an origami fox appeared magically, his eyes widen with admiration and he seized the little sheet of paper as if it was made with cristal.
With a satisfy smirk, the old man relaxed in the back of the sofa and pulled out a golden pocket watch from his shirt, the little boy peeped without shame on the dial. He asked in a low voice,
«Say, whereâs 11pm?» The man grabbed his index and explain to him the path of the clock hand
«Here, you can keep it if you want to, and next Iâll see you, you'll show me how you learned to read it ?
- Really? I promise, Youâre the best!»
The cold air entered the room, sign that the front door was open, the ball of fur jumped out of his lap and Hibari headed toward the ruffling of clothes in the hall. The old woman was removing her scarf, dishes in her hands, as soon as she saw Kyoya, she greeted him with a warm smile, approaching to engulf him a bear hug, he helped her with her coat and she then left to join her daughter.
Hibari hanged the clothes next to the door, listening to the voices coming from the kitchen, he pulled out on last time the watch out of his pocket, giving it a last nostalgic smile before getting ready for a pleasant moment with his dearest persons.
