[Closed]

[two-in-eden.livejournal.com]

Who: Seimei Aoyagi two_in_eden  and Kouya Hibari hi_blog 
Where: Fourth Floor, Room 88
When: Before Ritsuka finds Seimei
Rating: PG for morbid topics
Summary: Ten year Later Hibari meets Young Seimei.
the Story:  When Hibari finds Seimei, the little boy is sitting on the bed playing with a portable gaming console. He hasn't left the room yet, as the room is still in the shape of a school's clinic which is of course a very sanitary place to exist. Having no memories of being in the mansion before all of this little Seimei thinks this is all a rather amusing game to be played.

Seimei is certainly not how Hibari remembers him. Being 2? may have matured him but it hasn't given him an increased tolerance for children. Children other than the baby Reborn. But he was an exception. Hibari knelt down by Seimei to inspect what game he was playing

Seimei is playing a puzzle game with a stylus. He's flying through the mind game at a hurried pace but hits pause when Hibari approaches. He tilts his head a bit and moves the screen away.

"It's not polite to look over someone's shoulder."

Hibari shrugs his shoulders and tries to see if he can find the score readily visible. "It's also not polite to play a one person game when in the company of others, Aoyagi Seimei."

His score ranks as first place but the actual number is obscured as Seimei shuts the console then shoves it under a pillow.

"I didn't know you were here, who are you? Are you a teacher?"

Hibari shakes his head and gives Seimei's head a pet, making sure to rub his fingers over an ear. Quite a bit like he remembers in some ways, still.
"No. I'm a hitman." he stands up and walks over to the desk, sitting down in the comfy chair.

Unfortunately for Hibari, Seimei doesn't know him. His touch might perhaps feel nice for a normal child but this is Seimei who makes a face and rubs his own ear trying to scrub away Hibari's touch.

"Don't touch me! I don't like to be touched." The sacrifice pouts for a moment with his arms crossed. However it doesn't take long before Seimei crawls over on his knees to the side of the bed closer to Hibari. "Are you really a hitman? You kill people because they get in the way? I have people who get in my way. "He leans in a little looking at Hibari as if he's some sort of amusing toy.

Hibari smirks a little. Oh, yes. That's Seimei alright.

"I kill when I have to. Or want to. I doubt your enemies require my skills to deal with, however."

"How would you know?" Seimei looks like he's sulking bit but he hops off the bed and starts to wander around. "Why are you here?"

"I know you, Aoyagi Seimei. I know you when you are older. And even then your need for my skills is limited." The bird comes to rest on his finger as he smiled softly at it. Hello, retarded replacement bird. Memories of you exist as well. He hardly remembers Dorine as he has his own cloud box hedgehogs. Still, he looked the room over for the nostalgic feeling of not only Namimori but the mansion it brings.

"As for why I'm here, I believe this was once my room."

"Your room is weird. Why do you live in a school clinic in a boarding school? Are you a pervert?" Seimei stares at the bird. He smiles at it in a slightly too interested way as if he'd like to pluck every feather off its body just to see what would happen.

Hibari frowns slightly. Him? A pervert? Hardly. "The room was this way when I arrived. I have plans for renovations. I prefer the style of The Foundation to this but I find the feel of it familiar and welcoming. For now." He twitches his finger and the bird flies off his hand only to land on his head. He doesn’t seem to mind. "You may call me Hibar-san or Kyou-san if you prefer. It makes no difference."

“Why are you visiting your old place? Don't you have some place more important to be if you're a hitman? You have a bird and your name is a bird. That's funny Okay Kyou-san! If this is your room then where's mine? I shouldn't be there? I bet my games are there." He assumes that he's boarding and there for he'd have stuff since he's easily bored.

"You ask too many questions." Hibari stands up from the desk. "I'm not visiting so much as returned. And yes. I have somewhere infinitely more important to be than here but that is not under my control now." He looks out the window at Wonderland outside. "You're in my room because.. I don't really remember. But you were often here. And unless books are games then I doubt what you want are in your room."

"I ask lots of questions because I'm curious. That's what children do and I'm a child. I don't know why I'm here either and I don't remember you Kyou-san. This all feels like a really silly game."

Seimei stands just out of arm's reach from Hibari with his hands behind his back; cautiously the boy makes a circle around Hibari trying to puzzle out this dangerous man. He thinks he's smart enough to be near this stranger without getting hurt. However it's once again that pretty yellow bird on his head which doesn't pay attention that grabs most of Seimei's attention. Dorine is clever enough to remain in her ball safely hidden under the bed where it's safe. "I like books but all of these books are medical ones. I like philosophy and classical literature."

The boy stops in front of Hibari when he's finished. He smiles at him. "So how do you do it?""

Hibari watches him. Strange kid. "Do what exactly?"

"Kill people."

Hibari smirks slightly and takes his tonfa out, extending them to their full length and holding them at ready. "I use these when I'm able." He demonstrates how they guard his forearms from direct damage while miming a slow strike to show they are for more than defense. He gives one a twirl and offers it to Seimei. It's not deadly in the hands of a child, after all.

Seimei lights up at the prospect and reaches out to take the weapon but hesitates at the last moment. He wants to play with it; however it falls into that category of possibly dirty by proxy. "Mom says that things from strangers are dirty. It looks like fun. I have a knife for carving but I use it for other things."

"I'm not dirty even when I am." He puts the tonfa away if Seimei still doesn't take it from him. "What do you use your knife for then?"

The boy blinks at him. He doesn't know this man and doesn't understand how he's not been fair. "I didn't make the rules! Mom said things from strangers are dirty. I'm not allowed. I use my knife to make things out of wood and to play with the small animals when Mom isn't watching."

Hibari gives Seimei a curious look then bops him on the head with his tonfa. Not hard but it's still a tube of metal knocking on your skull. "Don't play with animals like that. And what I say trumps what your mother says. Because I said so."

Seimei whines once and holds his head, it hurt a little but not enough for the fuss he makes. "Why not? You're not my mom! Why should I listen to you?"

"Because I'm Hibari Kyouya. And if you don't recognize my superiority then I will bite you to death." He smirks just slightly, though. It's not much of a threat seeing as his opponent is a child--a child he remembers as a much older and much more fascinating man. He is a hitman, though and he will be respected.

"Fine!" He doesn't like it one bit but as an adult Hibari is someone he probably should respect, simply for the sake he threatened to bite him to death if he doesn't. That doesn't stop Seimei from making a face at Hibari and sticking his tongue out at him as a sign of rebellion.

Hibari gives him another, slighter bop on the head then puts his tonfa away.

Seimei bites his lip and holds a hand to his mouth. The tips of his fingers are covered in a mixture of blood and saliva. He glares at Hibari. "You're mean! I'm smaller than you. Aren't you supposed to take care of someone like me? Not make them bite their lip like a jerk!"

"Do you think the T-Rex bit his lip?" Hibari walks around the desk and sits at the chair.

Seimei's ears flatten and he pouts as he knows that Hibari's trying to distract him. But a dinosaur is a little too interesting to pass up. Reluctantly he asks "The T-Rex? What T-Rex?"

"The T-Rex I killed here in Wonderland as a child. Do you think that the evolutionary defect that put human teeth and lips in conflict existed in dinosaurs?"

"No, that's silly Dinosaurs are carnivores. Humans are omnivores! They need to bite more."

"With which teeth do you bite your lip with, though? The teeth for grinding or the teeth for ripping?"

"I bit my lip with.." He looks away from Hibari. While the child is smart it takes him a moment to think of the name. "The ones for ripping. The top front ones. Incisors!"

Hibari nods, smiling slightly. "Those are the teeth of a carnivore. Like a T-Rex. So do you think even a big dinosaur could bite his lip?"

"Maybe. But I bet it doesn't happen often....Did the T-Rex bite its lip when you killed it?" He follows Hibari over to the desk and props his elbow on it. "Did it make a death rattle?"

"I'm not sure if it did. But if it did, it didn't complain about it." Hibari is amused at how morbid this child is. "I wasn't listening for a death rattle."

"Well I'm not a T-Rex. I'm a child and I bit my lip." Seimei stops leaning on the desk. He's back at the bed again fishing for the game console he tucked under the pillow.

"Well, I'll remember that you're simply a child, then, and treat you accordingly." Hibari watches him, scanning the room once more.

The boy finds the game console, he grips it tightly. Seimei storms back over to Hibari looks him right in the eyes with the same murderous look his older self gets when insulted. "I'm not just simply a child. I'm smarter than most!”

"Oh? Knowledge without application is useless."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

Hibari looks down at Seimei. He won't get down to his level. "It means you can be as smart as you want but if there's no use for your knowledge then it may as well not exist."

Seimei's ears flatten. "I'm ten I don't know what I want to do yet!"

"Let me give you some advice: learn to fight."

The boy blinks, this is just too much. "You're weird. I'm going to play outside." Seimei heads for the door.

Hibari shrugs and lets the boy leave. He can't expect him to learn unless he makes mistakes.