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0 o’clock.
You remembered the first time you’d met Kyoya Hibari. He was only a baby — and you meant that in every sense of the word. He’d blinked up at you with those large metallic eyes of his, and you could have sworn he was glaring at you.
You’d immediately thought he was a brat. You’d just raised an eyebrow at the round-faced newborn, before querying your bed ridden auntie on whether or not he was “over cooked”.
That first impression was set into stone when he threw a pudgy hand out and smacked you clean in the nose, almost as if he’d understood what you said, though you knew that was impossible; he was barely 2 weeks old, after all.
“Do you want to hold your little cousin?” Your auntie had questioned with a sweet smile.
Your reply was a firm “no”.
1 o’clock.
He was still a brat, you realised when your mother insisted on visiting her sister and “the baby” for his first birthday.
Upon seeing your face, he immediately thrown his new rattle at you, colliding directly with your eye.
Such a stupid brat, you scowled with a icepack pressed to your bruised cheekbone, watching with a sense of dread as the child grabbed a chunk of birthday cake in his tiny fist and turned his head (well, as much as a 1 year old could) in your direction.
2 o’clock.
“Nee-san.” ¹ He’d mumbled one day, tugging at the hem of your dress and staring up at you with those big dark eyes of his. “Nee-san.”
Okay, you admitted, he was kind of cute after all.
3 o’clock.
Kyoya was rather clingy, you mused on your 12th birthday. He’d immediately squeezed out of his mother’s arms upon arriving and wandered over to you, attaching himself to your legs and refusing to let go for the entire event.
You just grinned, ruffling his black locks and giggling at his pouty expression.
4 o’clock.
He was a worrying child, even for a mere teenager such as yourself. He never played with the other kids when you offered to take him to the park; he simply remained seated in the sandbox, piling more and more of the gritty substance on top of itself with you watching from the opposite side.
“Kyoya?” You questioned with a sweet smile. “Aren’t you bored of just playing with nee-san? Don’t you want to meet some other kids?”
Hibari glanced up, before returning his gaze to the sand.
“…Nee-san is enough for me.”
5 o’clock.
“Are you Kyoya’s sister?”
You blinked, turning towards the new voice and smiling politely. “No. I’m his cousin.”
The kindergarten teacher frowned; judging you, obviously. “What about his mother? This was supposed to be a parent-child event.”
“His mother works day and night, so here I am.”
“And his father?”
You stared at her lazily from the corner of your eye, another slow, practiced grin hiding your irritation. “If you must know, he died before Kyo-chan was born. Not that it’s any of your business, now, is it?”
The teacher flushed red, muttering some incoherent apology before shuffling away.
You returned your gaze back to the dark-haired toddler, hands holding up your chin and elbows resting on your knees. When Hibari glanced towards your direction from behind his long bangs, you grinned widely, waving.
He simply returned to building blocks, performing no other reaction whatsoever.
You couldn't help but sigh quietly.
Only 5 years old, and he was already accustomed to his mother’s chair being empty.
6 o’clock.
Your parents were fighting again. By this point, you’d lost count of how many pointless arguments, of things that should have been miniscule and taken a mere apology to be fixed, had turned into screaming matches.
You sat in the same seat you always did when they fought — a certain bench at the back of Namimori Park, overlooking the lake in the middle — watching as you skipped small rocks across it’s rippling surface.
Tears no longer fell from your eyes as they normally did. You’d grown habituated to the whole thing.
You just wished they’d divorce already and get it over with.
“Nee-san.”
Your attention was drawn to a sudden accompaniment to your angst; Hibari stood directly in front of you, blinking those slanted eyes of his — his father’s eyes, or so auntie said.
“Kyo-chan.” You greeted, immediately plastering another mannequin’s smile over your mouth. “What’re you doing out here all by yourself? Auntie isn’t going to be very happy when she finds out—”
“Nee-san.” Hibari repeated firmly, stretching up and rubbing the top of your head; it was a strange tribute to the gesture you’d always performed for him when he was younger and had nightmares. “Don’t cry, don’t cry.”
He simply replicated the act over and over as your masquerade mask fell and the anger, the pain, all the emotion broke through, your sobs cutting through the air.
7 o’clock.
Your parents had separated several months after the incident at the park, though that wasn’t surprising; it was only a matter of time before that lit fuse had reached its end. However, it seemed that the child who’d found you had become even more dependent of you than ever… or should that be protective?
Odd, but very true. Hibari had somehow declared himself your (very) little bodyguard, following you wherever you went and even going as far as demanding to sleepover at your house and in your bed. Your mother thought it was simply adorable.
Strange kid, you couldn’t help but sigh as the boy tightened his grip on you in his sleep.
8 o’clock.
“C’mon, Kyo-chan; time for a bath with nee-san.” ²
“No.”
Both [Last Name] women blinked, somewhat confused at his defiance.
“No?” You queried, trying to catch his eye. He refused, crossing his arms and turning his head away.
“Kyoya-kun?” Your mother asked sweetly, smiling encouragingly. “Is there any reason you don’t want to take a bath with [Name]-chan?”
Hibari’s cheeks puffed out and what looked like the smallest amount of colour blossomed over his pale skin.
Your mother paused, before a slow, knowing smile graced her face.
“I’m not having baths with [Name] anymore.” Hibari growled in that high-pitched voice of his; he was trying to sound intimidating and was failing miserably. “I want to bath with Auntie.”
“Ah… I see. Well, come on then.”
You remained dumbfounded as your grinning mother quickly shooed the child into the bathroom.
You were even more confused when he glanced back at you from between her legs, only to avert his gaze and slam the door shut.
…That was weird.
9 o’clock.
Hibari was pretty obsessive about who cut his hair. It either had to be his mother, your mother, or you. And considering his mother was never around and your mother was about as reliable with scissors as a drunk, most of the time it was left in your hands.
Today would be one of those times.
“Kyo-chan, hold still. I’ve gotta do your bangs.”
Bending down slightly, you brushed back the silky black locks across his forehead with your fingertips, the tip of your tongue sticking out the corner of your mouth in concentration.
You were so involved with your work that you never noticed the grey eyes staring up at you from behind the hair you were cutting, unblinking and unmoving from your form.
10 o’clock.
“Hey, Kyo-chan?” You asked, poking the boy’s shoulder with a smile. “Can I ask you a question?”
Hibari simply frowned, one small hand gripping his pencil. “I’m doing my homework.”
“Pff, you’re in Elementary school; you don’t get homework. C’mon, scootch over and let me sit.” Without waiting for his reply, you simply pushed the boy along the couch, causing him to flinch in surprise before scowling at you.
He did that a lot lately, you mentally sighed. He’d grown into such an angry kid, and you didn’t know why — you were there his whole life, and you couldn’t think of anything that would invoke such a personality… not having a father figure, maybe? You would never figure it out.
“What do you want, [Name]?” The child demanded.
You poked his round cheek this time, smiling at the deeper scowl and slight blush — he was incredibly cute when he was embarrassed, and you took full advantage. “That.” You replied firmly. “Why don’t you call me nee-san anymore? I liked when you called me that. It was cute.”
“I’m too old to call you nee-san.”
You immediately burst into laughter. “What are you talking about? You’re still a kid, Kyo-chan! Don’t go sounding like an old man on me!”
“I am not a kid!” Hibari growled, only to cause your laughter to grow louder.
“You’re not even in middle school yet!” You teased, poking him in the cheek once more and following him along the couch as he shrank away. “C’mon, Kyo-chan; you’re making me feel old!”
“I’m not a kid, [Name]!”
You blinked, your finger still jabbed into his cheek in shock. You’d never heard the boy yell so loud before, let alone at you. He glared ferociously, metallic eyes burning with a deep anger that surprised you.
“…Okay, Kyoya-kun.” You finally agreed, sitting back on the couch and watching as he stormed out the room.
Your little cousin, the one you’d seen grow up with your very eyes, never call you nee-san again after that day.
11 o’clock.
Hibari had never liked any of your boyfriends, this was nothing surprising to you. In fact, he’d pretty much declared to any that came around that they would be “bitten to death” if they hurt you. (What the hell did “bite you to death” mean, anyway? You never noticed any teething problems when he was a baby, so that wasn’t it…)
The point was, you’d never noticed how popular he was with the girls until one day you’d picked him up from elementary school.
A large grin slowly grew on your face as you watched the familiar head leave the building, a dark look on his face and a pack of giggling, whispering girls staring after him as made his way to you.
Well, well. It seemed he was a heartbreaker after all. Your mom owed you 10 bucks.
“Yo!” You greeted, waving with a grin from your spot leaning against the entrance gates. “How’s my favourite little guy?”
“…Not little.” Hibari grumbled, sending you a hard stare to which you laughed.
“Right, right~ sorry, Kyo-chan!” Still grinning, you bent down onto your knees. “So, c’mon; tell me. Have you got yourself a girlfriend yet?”
Hibari seemed to be stunned for a brief second, before his scowl returned with maximum power. “…What.” He demanded, his grip tightening on his backpack.
You laughed quietly, nudging him. “There’s no need to be embarrassed! You can tell nee-san!”
“No!” Hibari hissed defiantly. “I don’t like any of these idiotic girls!”
A slight frown marred your lips; he was getting very argumentative lately, and you didn’t appreciate it one bit. “There’s no need to be mean, Kyo-chan — I’m sure they’re nice…”
“NO!”
You just groaned.
The ‘stupid brat’ qualities that you’d first seen in him as a baby were beginning to return, unfortunately.
12 o’clock.
“So, [Name]-chan; how’s medical school treating you?”
You just groaned in reply, covering your eyes with your hands, causing your auntie to smile sympathetically.
“That bad, huh?”
“You know that tension headache you get with a hangover? Well, imagine that times five and you’ll be close to how I feel. And it’s not the odd morning — it’s every day.”
Your aunt simply patted you on the shoulder, smiling. “Do you want some tea? That always calmed you as a child.”
You sighed. “Nah, better not… if I’m not back at the campus in 20 minutes, my professor’s gonna make me write another thousand word essay on the cell structure of the body. He’s almost as grumpy as Kyo-chan, though no-one’s as bad as—” You paused, glancing around. “…Speaking of which, where is he?”
“Upstairs. You can go say hello, if you like.”
“You know what? I think I will.” With a grin, you unfolded your legs from beneath you and made your accent up the stairs. Without a second thought, you pushed open your younger cousin’s door, about to declare your entry with a loud greeting before another sight greeted you.
Hibari was asleep at his desk, homework under his face and light breathing leaving his figure.
You blinked, before a smile curled your lips. Silently as you could, you shuffled over to his side, pulling up another chair. With a low chuckle, you watched as his breath pushed forward his long bangs; he was obviously due for a haircut soon. You pushed the hair from his forehead, grinning as his nose scrunched up in protest. “…So cute~”
You watched as his expression relaxed once more, before you stood fluidly, pressing your lips to his forehead.
“See you later, Kyo-chan.”
And then you were gone.
Almost immediately, a set of iron grey eyes opened, and Hibari lifted his head from his desk, gazing at the door you’d left from.
Just as silently, he raised his fingers to his forehead, the slightest twitch of his lips indicating a smile.
It was still warm from your kiss.
13 o’clock.
You hadn’t seen much of Hibari that year. You were so busy with exams, and you were pretty sure that since he was (finally) in middle school that he was getting enough homework to keep him occupied.
The only time you’d seen him was at his birthday, having been seated in the corner with a thick medical book in hand and eyes scanning the large words the entire event. He’d walked over to you himself, snatching the book from your hands and glaring darkly.
“[Name].” He growled. “You didn’t say hello.”
You sighed, simply taking the book back. “Sorry, Kyo-chan. I don’t mean to be anti-social, but my final exam is tomorrow…”
The now-a-teenager simply glared harder at you, before muttering something incoherent and planting himself in the seat beside you, arms folded over his chest.
You just raised an eyebrow, before smiling and returning to your studying.
14 o’clock.
Well, it had happened — you’d finally became a doctor.
…Okay, so not a full-fledged doctor. You were still technically a student, but now you were working in the field with an experienced doctor to show you the ropes. And, ironically enough, your place of work was Namimori Chuu — the same middle school Hibari went to. When you’d figured out the news, you’d immediately laughed out loud, pointing it out to the dark-haired teen.
“Looks like we’ll be seeing more of each other then, Kyo-chan~!”
Hibari was unamused for some reason you couldn’t fathom.
Though, now you had a better idea as to why that was.
“Dr Shamal, how many times do I have to tell you I do NOT need a breast exam?!”
Shamal grinned lecherously. “Now, now, [Name]-chan~ don’t knock it until you try it!”
“I’LL KNOCK YOU INTO NEXT WEEK YOU GODDAMN PERVERT.”
The older man simply shrugged your threat off, ignoring the violent throbbing of your slap against his cheek. “Well, you’re reflexes are working fine~ I think I’ll take the day off. Have fun, [Name]-chan~♥!”
You spluttered indignantly, stumbling out of your chair as he walked out the door, a cheery whistle on his lips. “W-Wait! You can’t just—!!”
But he was already gone.
You sighed bitterly, rubbing your temple. “Stupid bastard…” You grumbled under your breath, refixing your reading glasses to your face and glancing down at the papers in your hand. “Leaving a student to pick up his slack…”
“E-Eh… is the doctor in?”
At this, you looked up from your paperwork, only to let out a horrified gasp at what you saw. A young boy, probably Hibari’s age, was clutching at his head, a long stream of blood running down his face. “What the…?! Come in, come in; don’t just stand there!” You immediately ushered the teen over to the bed, fussing over his wound with a low hiss leaving your mouth.
“Goddamn.” You cursed, gently pressing in spots around the gash and watching for his reactions. “How’d you end up with an injury like this, kid? Fall down the stairs or something?”
“N-No.” The boy whimpered. “I-It was Hibari-san… I-I was ‘crowding’, so he…”
Your fingers stopped prodding. You stared down at the student, shock clear on your expression.
Kyo-chan? Your sweet, if not grumpy Kyo-chan, a violent brute?
Impossible.
You refused to believe such lies.
15 o’clock.
As your first year as the Namimori school doctor (because, really; Shamal was more often than not going to pick up girls, leaving you in charge of everything) continued, reality began to rear its ugly head.
Kyo-chan was a complete psychopath. You’d had to see to hundreds of students about various injuries caused by him, most of them being blunt force to the head or ribs.
It made you sick to your stomach. To think the kid who’d once repeated “don’t cry, don’t cry” to a hysterical girl had turned into such a… hell, you didn’t even know what to call him anymore.
And thus, the silence began. You hadn’t spoken directly to Hibari for over a year, keeping your conversations to short, sharp sentences and no eye contact. You just didn’t know whether or not you could look at him directly without seeing all the pained, terrified faces of your patients.
Hibari, of course, had noticed this blatant display of ignorance, and wasn’t happy about it.
But you’d never think in a million years that the first words he’d speak when seeing you would be these.
“[Name], marry me.”
You spat out your coffee in response, choking hopelessly and pounding a fist against your chest. Hibari simply watched, silent until you finally stopped, breathing heavily before staring at him, dumbfounded.
“What did you just say?” You paused for a long moment before laughing, placing your coffee cup back on your desk. “Oh, right; very funny, Kyo-chan. I’ll admit that’s a pretty sneaky tactic to get me talking to you again—”
“I’m not joking.”
Your [e/c] eyes narrowed on the teen, who simply stared right back, metallic irises hard and serious. “…Okay, that’s enough, Kyo-chan.” You said firmly, turning your back on him and returning to your paperwork. “This isn’t funny anymore.”
Your chair was instantly spun back around, Hibari now standing over you with his hands clutching at your arm rests and a low growl leaving his chest.
“I’m. Not. Joking.”
“Kyo-chan, I’m not listening to anymore of this nonsense.” You snapped right back, straightening you back and ignoring the blazing look in his eyes. “First of all, we’re cousins — blood related. You do get that it’s incest, don’t you?”
“Cousins get married all the time.” ³
“Yeah, if they elope and never see their family again. And I say family instead of the plural because they would belong to the same family.”
Hibari remained vigilant. “Stop making excuses.” He stared you right in the eye, lowering his face towards yours. “Why won’t you marry me?”
“You’re my baby cousin.” You growled, beyond irritated by this point. What was with him?! “I practically raised you from birth myself. I changed your goddamn diapers, damn it!”
“I’m not a kid anymore, [Name].” Hibari whispered dangerously close to your face; you could feel his breath on your skin. “I’m not the same boy you once bathed with.”
…So that’s why he didn’t want to take baths with you anymore, you thought with a facepalm. How stupid for you to have missed that…
You just sighed, causing Hibari to repeat his words.
“Marry me.”
“No.” At this, your cousin let out an angry breath. “You want to know why?” You didn’t wait for his reply — you simply stood to your full height, glaring down at the shorter boy. “Besides the fact we’re blood related, to me you’re still nothing but that drooling, pouting, stubborn little kid.” You folded your arms over your chest. “And do you want to know something else, Kyo-chan?”
You just grinned, placing a hand on the top of his head condescendingly.
“I won’t even consider you a man until you grow taller than me. I’ll be waiting for when that day comes.”
And that was the end of that conversation.
Or, so you hoped…
16 o’clock.
“Would you look at that; you’ve only grown an inch. Come back in a year or two, shortie.”
17 o’clock.
“Do you think that growth spurt teenage boys are supposed to get has skipped you completely, Kyo-chan? Shame, that~”
18 o’clock.
“You’re moving, [Name]?” Your aunt seemed shocked by the news, to which you shrugged.
“Well, I haven’t been doing much here in Japan, and I was offered a position in the Doctors Without Borders program. It’s in Africa, if I can remember right.”
Your aunt remained silent for a moment, before smiling. “…I can do nothing but wish you good luck, I suppose. And thank you for looking after Kyoya all these years… I know how much it must have bothered you, having to look after a child at such a young age yourself…”
You just laughed — loudly, as if to make sure the child in question could hear. “No problem, Auntie! Kyo-chan is like a brother to me. I’ll miss you both when I’m in Africa.”
“…Africa?”
Both you and your aunt turned your attention to the open door, only to see Hibari in the frame, eyes trained on you.
“Africa?” He repeated with a growl. “When was I going to find out about this?”
“You did just now.” You replied with a cheery grin, standing up to your full height. You watched with amusement as the 18 year old stared up at you for what felt like the hundredth time, chuckling at his infuriated expression.
You simply ruffled his hair like you used to when he was young and whispered in his ear, causing his expression to turn black at both the familiar gesture and your words.
“Don’t worry, Kyo-chan. Maybe by the time I get back you’ll have reached at least my height, eh?”
19 o’clock.
20 o’clock.
21 o’clock.
22 o’clock.
23 o’clock.
You were thoroughly tired, both mentally and physically. You didn’t have the same will power you had back when you were in your twenties, and you sure as hell didn’t have the physical energy anymore.
You were 31, you had a serious case of jet lag, and if you didn’t get these damn shoes off your feet anytime soon it was possible you might kill someone.
With a drawn out sigh, you dumped your bags at the front of your mother’s door — or maybe that should beyour door. Your mother had died several months before hand, and everything she had, little though it was, was left to you in her will.
“Stupid woman.” You grumbled, fishing the key you’d received from the lawyer out of your pocket. “You weren’t supposed to die until we could complain about old age together…”
Oh, for god’s sake — the water works were coming back. Forcing your tear ducts to remain dry, you pushed the door open, only to stare into the empty, dusty room that greeted you. “…This is damn depressing.” You complained to no-one in particular. “Where’s a stiff drink when I need one?”
Another thought buzzed through your mind, causing you to freeze.
“God, I hope Auntie isn’t dead, too.”
“Mother is fine, [Name].”
This deeply spoken statement sent you spinning around on your heel, only to stumble back and collide into your bag of luggage, falling over the large case and groaning with pain. “D-Don’t mess with me, buddy.” You hissed out through clenched teeth, rubbing your injured coccyx bone. “I’m a doctor; I could kill you with a single injection.”
A chuckle. “You always were one for the dramatic.”
This effectively stumped you. Peering up at the man towering above you, you squinted, hoping to get a clearer look at him.
Black hair. Gray eyes. Perpetually grumpy expression.
It could only be one person.
“…Kyo-chan…?” You stated, dumbfounded. “Is that… you?”
“Hello, [Name].” Hibari drawled smoothly, stretching out a hand for you to take.
You just blinked, oblivious to the gesture and continuing to stare.
There was just no way.
Scrawny little Kyo-chan, turning into this? This 6 foot tall, suit-wearing hunk of man?
“You’re surprised, I see.” Hibari commented, grabbing your upper arm and hoisting you to your feet despite your shock. Still holding you still, he stared down at you, metallic eyes smouldering. “…I can finally look down at you.” He muttered, placing a single hand on your head. “Finally.”
It was then it hit you — what you’d said back when Hibari was 15… what he’d been striving to accomplish for over 8 years.
“I won’t even consider you a man until you grow taller than me. I’ll be waiting for when that day comes.”
“Shit.” You hissed. “Kyo-chan, don’t you—”
“Marry me.”
You groaned, slapping your forehead exasperatedly. “Goddamn it…”
“What?” Hibari demanded, grabbing you by the shoulders and gripping you tightly. “What’s the problem now? I’m taller than you. I filled your requirement.”
“You’re still my cousin.”
“I never saw you as my cousin.”
“Listen, kid—”
Hibari’s eyes blazed; it was almost the same expression you’d seen when he’d first proposed. His grip on your shoulders tightened before one hand grabbed your chin, tilting your head up so he could look at you directly.
“I’m not a child anymore, [Name].”
And then he crushed his lips to yours, forcing your mouth open with his tongue and taking possession of your taste without a second thought. You remained frozen in his embrace, eyes wide and staring back into his own intense grey mere inches away.
The only reason you hadn’t pushed him away, you insisted on telling yourself, was because he’d shocked you.
Yes. That’s all it was.
Hibari finally relinquished you from his brutal kiss, watching you breathe heavily with his forehead resting on yours.
“…Why do you want an old lady like me, anyway.” You finally mumbled. “I’m 31, for god’s sake—”
“It never stopped me before.”
You glared. “You’re just a kid.”
Hibari’s expression hardened and his mouth opened, causing you to quickly cover it with a hand.
“Calm down.” You snapped. “I know you’re not a ‘kid’, per say. But compared to me, you are. You’re only 23; you should be out and having a different girl on your arm every night.”
“No.” Hibari growled insistently, cupping your cheeks with his hands. “There’s only ever been you, [Name].”
You just sighed; how many times had you done that in the last 24 hours, anyway? You really were getting old… “Kyoya, listen to me. You’re young… you don’t know what you want.”
“I want you.” He pressed himself closer to you, causing a pleasant tingle to go up your spine. “And don’t tell me I don’t, because I always have. Ever since we were kids, I knew you were meant to be mine.”
And then he kissed you again, almost as if he had to prove his claim.
“Marry me, [Name].”
You remained silent, before grinning — that same smile you had when you were in your teens.
“Stupid brat. You already stole my gaze the first time I saw you open your eyes.”
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