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I unrepentantly squidged Kyoya into a tighter hug, causing him to let out an indulgent sigh. While he wasn't actively participating in the hugging, he was clearly fine with it given that he hadn't tried to kill me yet (and the arm tucked around me in such a way that it could be just a result of his trying to get away, if not for the way it pressed possessively against my back).
A loud slam had my head swivelling and attempting to look at the door, focusing on the couple that stood in the doorway. The man was tall and lean with black hair and blue eyes, he was facing his wife with an expression torn between amusement and questioning his life choices. The woman was beautiful; her black hair was pinned in a bun with delicate strands of hair loose to frame her face, she was wearing an elegant red kimono and had a ornate hair stick holding her bun together. What ruined the image, however, was the fact that she was jumping up and down in the hallway, manic glee practically radiating off her.
"SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OMG, Kyo-chan's so cute, Hironori"
Me and Kyoya untangle ourselves to clutch at our ears. 'Who is this and why is she so loud?' I mouth towards Kyoya.
'My mother' he mouths back. I blink and look from the squealing woman to Kyoya.
Squealing woman, Kyoya.
Squealing woman, Kyoya.
'What the actual fuck?!' I mouth at him, a snort reminding me of Fon's presence.
"She is not usually this bad, but Kyoya is a very picky person when it comes to people, and by that I mean he attacks people and if they run away screaming he deems them not good enough." Fon covers his smile with his sleeve, but I do no such thing.
I snort and start to giggle, "Hibari-kun, that's not how you make friends!" I say through the giggles. He looks at me slightly betrayed for a second before slipping into indignant.
"It's Kyoya, and the pathetic herbivores were too weak to protect themselves! I will not crowd with herbivores!" Kyoya had his arms crossed over his chest and had puffed out his cheeks in annoyance. It was honestly the cutest thing I had ever seen.
"I don't hang around the kids mama tries to get me to be friends with, but I don't try to attack them. If someone is being an idiot, I ignore them, they will eventually annoy someone else, then you get to watch them get in trouble and not be in trouble yourself!" I say matter of factly; when you are a kid it is easy to just lead the annoyances to a parent who will scold them and make them apologise to you. It was fun.
There is a feminine snort behind us and in a conspiratorial whisper Kyoya's mum says to Hironori "Inverted cloud all right, explains why they get along so well." Me and Kyoya stare confusedly at them, well Kyoya stares confusedly, I just copy his reaction. She smiles at us and waves a hand "Just a personality type thing, darling. You fit the inverse of Kyo-chan's type perfectly."
Kyoya shrugs and rolls his eyes, "mother is a bit eccentric, and has a small obsession with trying to categorise people by weather related personality types. I am apparently a classic cloud. I nod and let out a small 'huh'.
Turning my attention from Kyoya I see both males looking mildly judgingly at Kyoya's mum. "What? They are a type of personality type." There is a loud clapping noise when Hironori's hand impacts with his face. Fon took this in and sighed.
"I did warn you when you asked for her hand." He said solemnly.
"I thought you were just being an overprotective uncle, Fon." He replied through his hand before letting out an 'oof' as Kyoya's mum kicks him through a wall. There was a few seconds of silence before she seemed to remember they had a guest and looked at me semi-guiltily before blinking slowly.
Oh my god that was so cool. I could practically feel the anime flowers and sparkles summoning themselves behind me as I stared in awe. I WANT TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT!
Really, Tsuna? Really!
"Little Panther?" Kyoya started as I sparkled in his mother's general direction.
"That was so cool!" I said eyes wide, "I want to know how to kick people through walls when they annoy me!" Kyoya shifted uncomfortably, eyes tracking to the growing smile on his mother's face.
"Little Panther, was it? I would love to teach you, though Fon might be a better fit for the job. I heard he was looking for a student." She looks over at Fon; Fon rolls his eyes but nods.
"You would have to learn quite a bit more than just kicking people through walls, though, even that will have to wait a few years so you can work up your muscles. If you were to get started soon it would mainly be with light stamina and muscle training and katas and flexibility. It will take years and would be an apprenticeship not a class so you couldn't just decide not to do it some days. It will be a big responsibility."
My eyes were wide, and my breath hitched. I could be taught by the World's Best Martial Artist!
Do it!
'No fucking really Paige. I was just going to turn down the opportunity of a lifetime, who needs to be a badass anyway.'
Shut up and answer.
"Yes. I would love to be taught." I said breathlessly sparkles erupting behind me. Fon nodded and held out a hand to shake.
"It is a deal then, Tsunahime-san" I reached forward to shake his hand. It would probably look weird from an outsiders view; two toddlers shaking hands seriously, but I didn't care.
That didn't happen though, because the moment my hand slipped into his we erupted into flames.
"WHAT?!"
Fon was confused. Hell, Fon was utterly lost.
Earlier his nephew had brought home an unconscious child, but the worried expression on his face suggested that he was not the one to put her in such a state. Aww, Kyoya had a girlfriend, cute.
He got the Kyoya patented death glare after he voiced those thoughts aloud and giggled at him before he started treating the girl.
When she woke up the first thing she said was about his hair, which while flattering, made him question why Kyoya brought her home. It wasn't something he did.
Maybe she survived one of his 'Kyoya Smash' episodes and he decided she was good enough to be a friend? Maybe she just qualified enough as a 'small animal' that Kyoya decided to keep her.
He should probably have the 'kidnapping is bad!' talk with him sometime soon.
As she talked, though, he got the same feeling he got when talking to the other arcobaleno, like she knew more than someone her age should. Then she mentioned her medical history and it made sense; she had an adults brain, so he was noticing the lack of childish mannerisms and impulses, that, while he was a genius, Kyoya still tended to show.
(He was ignoring the reminder of his curse. She didn't know. It's not her fault.)
He talked through what could have caused it, amused by her obvious hatred of Iemitsu (everyone who knows of Vongolia knows of the painfully inept CEDEF head, kept only because he was a decedent of primo.)
Then the bombshell that was the level of her hyper intuition hit and it made sense. The constant stream of information from the hyper intuition would have caused the sensory overload and caused her to need an adults brain and the cloud flame she so clearly has, would have helped her develop it.
Once he got over his shock he found Kyoya's concern cute; snapping to action once they started hugging he quietly took some photos and texted it to his niece. He really should have known that would send her running for them.
He loved Noriko; she was practically his daughter after his sister and her husband died from a lucky assassination when she was 17.
(He had found that man and shown him why you don't evoke an inverted storms rage.)
He loved his niece, but she really had a set of lungs on her. Hironori did not help, he seemed to view her squealing as a form of training against auditory weapons.
Tsunahime's clear disbelief at the relation between Kyoya and Noriko had him intervening lest he start giggling or something of the sort.
As Noriko rather loudly declares Tsunahime's flame type he realises that also needs to have the 'no flame talk around outsiders' talk with her again. Then he rehashed that to the 'no flame talk around people who do not have active flames' cus really, personality types?
Then she punches Hironori through a wall, completely forgetting that they were not alone. She turns guiltily to stare at Kyoya's friend only to be met with flowers, sparkles and eyes widened in awe.
(She was probably a mist secondary, he concluded eyeing the scene so full of cuteness that Kyoya stumbled. If that was her reaction to Noriko punching someone through a wall, he worries over Kyoya's future.)
Then Noriko offered his teachings and who was he to refuse what would be a very amusing student. He had gone to shake her hand as was becoming custom in deals and agreements due to the western world, and he had lost control of his flames.
Usually this would never happen; he was a storm, if he lost control things got destroyed and he was the world's strongest storm, so he had to have the most control. He lost control of his flames, but instead of burning the Hibari household to the ground, his flames were sucked into hers coiling protectively and he felt true calm.
Harmony was a dream that he had let go of decades ago when even the world's strongest sky could not pull him in; he had resigned to always feeling the ache of something missing that plagued unbonded elements.
It was no longer a dream. He had harmonised with a child so young that most her age could not yet walk, but he would protect her till he died! The storms job was to eradicate enemies and if that was necessary he would do that because he had harmonised!
He was pulled out of his daze by Kyoya reaching forward, probably alarmed by the spontaneous combustion of himself and Tsunahime. Kyoya's hand reached her shoulder and there was a tugging feeling in his chest where he felt a second bond twine its way through her sky, scared but possessively coiled to attack any threat.
This was apparently too much for all three of them as he felt himself falling forward into a flame drunk, boneless heap cushioned by Kyoya and pressed against his sky.
His thoughts blurred into nothing as he drifted to sleep, comforted by the overwhelming feeling of home surrounding him.