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Luna dies in a battle and it's her death anniversary today. How does Hibari, who was dating her, react?



I remember when I first met her.

She was full of smiles, bright like the rays of sunshine that were caught in her long, flowing locks. It was strange that I'd noticed something as trivial as the length of her hair; usually, I couldn't give a damn about such useless information. As a matter of fact, I didn't know why I cared about her in the first place -- it wasn't like she was being introduced to me or even in my line of vision. Instead, she'd been off to the side of a Namimori street that I now never visited.

What had she been doing? I couldn't recall. Besides, I wouldn't get to talk to her that day, even though I would meet her soon enough. Yet, her cheerfulness -- what I thought was a façade at the time -- wasn't as annoying to me as it would have normally been. Maybe I was in a good mood.

And then I finally met her. In the strangest of all places, too. Sawada Tsunayoshi had a funny charm though. He seemed to be adept at getting people to gather at his house at any given evening like it was Thanksgiving every day.

Dame-Tsuna. I should probably blame him for getting me to ever meet her. I should probably bite him to death for doing this to me. I should...

A drop of liquid falls. What has this come to?

However, no one could ignore the good memories. The memories that outweighed the bad ones. I was one hell of a guy to live with and it wasn't like she was easy to be around either. But we'd made it work, didn't we, Luna? It was hard, but we pulled through it.

We'd learned a lot of interesting things about her when we were at Sawada's. Even though I sincerely hated crowds and stood off near the windows, I kept glancing over at her, watching her animated face as she narrated her little stories. When she told us she was the sister of Xanxus, who everyone had fought so hard to overcome and were terrified of, the reactions were mildly amusing albeit loud and unnecessary.

"Wha--!" Sawada's face went pale and close to lifeless. "But didn't we meet you during the Ring fight? How could we not notice you?"

"Well," she started, and then looked like she was thinking for a moment. She then continued, "Maybe you were seeing me in disguise?"

"Judaime!" That was Gokudera Hayato. He was always the impulsive and hot-headed one. "Tell this woman to leave your house immediately; she's an enemy!"

Yamamoto Takeshi only laughed it off as he usually did. "Take it easy, Gokudera." Another laugh as Gokudera began insulting him.

Another obnoxiously annoying one, Sasagawa Ryohei had no idea what was going on but he loudly blubbered about being extremely confused as to why there was a potential enemy in Sawada's living room.

The kid, Reborn as they called him, merely smirked.

"What's so funny, infant?" I'd asked.

"Nothing, Hibari. By the way, you seem to be very interested in being at Tsuna's house today. Most of the time, you can barely stay for five minutes. I think you've broken a record today, ne?" Reborn replied. I'd always knew the kid was amazingly perceptive, but his declaration had irked me to the point that I decided to leave. Quietly slipping by, I knew my disappearance would only be noticed much later after I left. I had never minded.

I look up at the blazing sun, still searching for you....

But I was proven wrong the very next day; the long-haired girl with bright eyes was suddenly in front of me.

"Hello, Kyouya!" She said cheekily.

I remembered giving her a sharp glare. The two of us weren't at all acquainted and she already assumed intimacy? What happened to her sense of upholding the Japanese tradition of honorifics? It had me irate in a moment.

"Who are you?"

Her big eyes grew wider and she cocked her head to the side. "We met yesterday."

I raised a brow.

"At Tsuna-kun's, remember?"

Oh, so that useless brat got a title and I didn't?

"Did you catch my name yesterday?" She wasn't giving up.

"Move," I said icily. "Or I'll bite you to death."

She wasn't scared, not at all actually. No, where fear should be was a sort of excitement in her eyes. How that annoyed me to no ends, I remembered. "It's Luna!" She called to my retreating figure.

It's Luna. Boy, that stuck. Everytime we crossed paths, whether it was involuntarily (most of the time) or not (usually at Sawada's or where the kid, Reborn, was), that's what she'd say. "It's Luna!" Big smiles and cheerful ways.

Distant memories and thoughts go by; you're the only thing on my mind.

Yet in my heart of hearts, I always knew she was teasing me. It may have not been obvious to the random passerby -- we may have looked rather friendly -- but it was apparent to me. She enjoyed watching me pretend to not know, and she knew I was pretending. I think she was waiting for me to make a move; she was waiting to see if I'd acknowledge her teasing. She wanted me to stop being distant and uncaring.

Or it could be just another sadistic pleasure of hers. She tended to have a few particular things that excited her. These things just happened to be quite interestingly sadistic in nature.

A smile passes my lips as I twirl one of the flowers I brought for you.

After two months, she had gotten tired of me. I no longer excited her because I was unresponsive. In truth, I did become slightly empty when she began forgetting me. But there was no way in hell she'd ever learn that from me.

In fact, I think I didn't want it to be true myself. Maybe that's why I took such great lengths to avoid her. It wouldn't work; it was pointless to stay away. Unaware of that fact, I trudged on, ignoring her the same way she tried ignoring me, only to end up in the same place on the same day. Only to look into each other's eyes and acknowledge the bluffing.

We finally bumped into each other on the twilight of a day that was going uneventfully for me. The Namimori convenience store we were both shopping in was almost closing. I didn't recall what I needed at the time, but I remembered seeing the junk food piled in her hands. A scorn escaped me, but displeasure multiplied when my eyes traveled upward to see her figure.

How I wished to flee. But such a thing was below me. Only cowardly herbivores would run away from something they couldn't deal with.

When she turned to look back and saw me, she gave a small smile. I don't know why. I remember asking myself what you thought you were you playing at? Were you still trying at me? I didn't know and that was what aggravated me. Just who were you?

If I could just go back in time, what wouldn't I do?

We walked home together that evening. It was a silent walk. It became a regular thing soon. Together, we walked from the convenience store once, sometimes twice, every week. A strange ritual, but there you have it. Her presence allowed me to study her more, but it was futile in the end because everything I deduced about her was absolutely incorrect.

When we would meet outside the convenience store, we wouldn't talk. Sometimes, she'd downright ignore me. I couldn't claim to do the same however. Attempting to ignore her was beyond my power. If she was there, my peripheral vision would always come back to her as hard as my mind would tell me not to.

One day, after five or so weeks, when on our walks, she spoke. It didn't feel unnatural, even though we never did it. I'd been expecting it, more or less.

"So, Hibari-san."

I smiled a little at the honorific. My name always sounded better with one anyway.

I didn't respond, though. That's when she asked me, "How long do you plan on avoiding me?"

Surprised, nearly bewildered, I looked at her only to see another one of those insanely bright smiles aimed at me. I was avoiding her? She was completely dense, there was no other solution for this.

It won't matter how hard I try, you've left me with nothing but a sigh.

"I'm not," I responded.

That's where I went wrong.

She turned her head forward. "Well, I'm glad of that, I guess. It's a little difficult trying to figure you out, y'know?"

"Then don't try it," I replied stoically. Little did I know that this was part of her game. She wanted me to stop trying to piece her out and instead lose my mind over her thinking about me. It was a strategic tactic that could have worked, I'd have to give her that. It made me think she was as interested in me as I was in her.

Unfortunately for her, her sadistic games didn't affect me as much as she would have liked them to. This mostly was because I didn't notice what she was doing sometimes, which thus had the potential to result in the opposite effect.

Fortunately for the both of us, all was fair in love and war.

Maybe if I'd fought harder, this wouldn't have went through.

So I began to mull over it. I realized I did crave her attention. My nature was what conflicted with this revelation. How was I to accept that I was falling in love? And with a girl who, no less, appeared to me at the time to be so common?

And yet it happened. Out of the blue, you could say; fate or destiny others would call it. Whatever label you decided to slap on it, I confessed to Luna. The event was so ordinary because, by that time, our feelings were mutual, it only felt natural that it would occur soon enough. We were together for a short while...and like I'd said, we were both difficult to live with. When our short time was up, it didn't feel long enough. It never would feel long enough. Luna died and it felt I'd gone with her.

Now I'm as good as dead, too.

xxx

Visiting the gravesite was a sad thing to do for the Vongola family because it meant that somehow, they were weak. It reminded them they couldn't always win, that the real battles they fought had real consequences. The loss of Xanxus's sister, Luna, should arguably not be as saddening as it was considering how hard the Varia had tried to kill Tsuna. However, the tenth head of the mafia family had a soft heart so to feel sorrow for his enemy happened to be a part of his disposition.

When Tsuna and his friends reached the tomb that marked another hero's loss, they were somewhat surprised to see Hibari Kyouya already there, although it didn't come off as completely unexpected. After all, the body lying six feet under was Hibari-san's first love. Thankfully, Hibari-san hadn't noticed their presence. As the group inspected their ally and friend, they could swear in their hearts that they saw tears fall from the man that showed no weakness.

Around him, Tsuna's friends looked curiously at each other. Tsuna intuitively felt that they were silently asking amongst themselves what they should do now. The flowers Vongola Decimo had in his hands limped due to the hard grip Tsuna had on them after seeing Hibair-san sitting on the grass, his head bowed forward and his eyes shut like he was praying.

Tsuna didn't want to disturb his mist guardian but at the same time felt like he should comfort him. Remembering how much Hiabri-san preferred to be alone -- so much so that any crowding could risk someone being bitten to death -- was all Tsuna needed to make a decision however. He signaled to his friends that they should make their way back and they could visit the grave when the mist guardian left.

And so the skylark weeps his song, as the rest of the world moves along.