Why does hibari use disposable rings

Can't you tell that he likes you very much? In the romantic way? Tsuna paused, as if wondering how ridiculous his previous sentence was. I guess I'm the unreasonable one here. But I had at least expected to treat your subordinates properly. He didn't do anything wrong, did he? Byakuran did not seem to care about Tsuna's attitude, and continued to eat his marshmallows while watching Tsuna flip his pages.

Byakuran, even before receiving the memories from his other selves, had taken a liking to this person named Sawada Tsunayoshi.

It was as though they were cursed to always meet each other, and Byakuran would always find Tsuna to be opposing him in one way or another in the parallel worlds. Perhaps it was because of Tsuna's eyes. They were cold, yet Byakuran felt calm and reassured while looking into those eyes. It was Byakuran's plan to kill off everybody and obtain the Tri-ni-set. With Tsuna in the equation, however, Byakuran would have to save Tsuna for the last - he will complete the whole Tri-ni-set before adding in the Sky pacifier, so that Tsuna will accompany him to the last moment possible.

Byakuran would then create a new world where Tsuna was alive and staying with him. After Byakuran destroyed this world, he will create a world where everything is right and Tsuna is with him and him only. If Tsuna didn't listen to his commands, then Byakuran would think of a way to control him. Tsuna seldom responds when Byakuran talked to him, most of the times pretending he was thin air instead of a living being.

What a weird family! There was a brown-haired boy behind him. Who- when did you get behind me? Irie thought that the boy looked like that blond hair guy he had just seen. Maybe they're related? Are you looking for someone?

They even have the same surname! They must be brothers! I better get out of here as soon as possible. I've got to go. I think so too, but they are nice people. If you need any help, you can always ask me. Irie heaved a sigh of relief. Normal one. However, he had said that line way too fast, when a grenade came their way and Tsuna jumped to catch it.

Tsuna smiled. Ietsu has been through this lots of times. And very, very calmly, like it was an everyday occurrence. Okay, Irie thought as he tried to close his gaping mouth, and his legs shook like mad.

He couldn't be more wrong, he thought, as he finally slipped into unconsciousness. Tsuna stared at the bicycle in front of him. Something was definitely wrong, but he couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was. Do you need help?

You're that guy Is your bicycle spoiled? That's great. Here I am wondering what am I going to do with this. Take your time. Do you want some drinks? I can go buy some drinks while you fix this. It's not that troublesome. You don't really need to buy anything. Tsuna shook his head. I can't thank you enough for your help. Irie sneaked a glance at the boy standing beside him.

Even though it had been more than a year since he last saw Tsuna, Irie realised Tsuna didn't even change much. Irie still remembered their last encounter at Sawada Ietsuna's house. He had thought that Tsuna looked innocent at first, but when he saw him throw the grenade he was really scary. As they interacted more, however, Irie found out that Tsuna was a really kind and gentle person, albeit rather eccentric at times. Irie noticed that Tsuna's smile was particularly charismatic, and it drew people in like moths to fire.

His eyes too, were clear and sincere, and Irie thought that Tsuna was the type to be always wishing the best for the people around him. Thanks a lot, Shouichi. Gamma realised that Hibari was strong, and insanely so, with his usage of disposable rings and how he evaded Gamma's attacking billiard balls.

Gamma's voice was very soft, but Hibari caught it nonetheless, because of how close he was to him. Hearing that, Hibari froze, and wasn't able to react in time when Gamma sent him another electric ball his way.

He only managed to have narrowly escaped it, but the electric field was able to cut through his sleeve. Hibari looked down at his sleeve and smiled, then he went back to his fighting stance. I won't let you escape. Gamma watched the crack in Hibari's composure, and moved a few steps back.

However, before he could try to escape even further, Gamma was pierced by Roll's spikes. Tsuna still appeared the same as nine years earlier, but Ietsu had grown into a fine young boss of the Vongola.

They, too, were wearing kinagashi while visiting Hibari. Hi, Hibari-san. We have collaborated with one of Millefiore's squad captain-". Tsuna nodded. He used to live in Namimori, and I have known him for a while. My instincts tell me that he can be trusted. If Ietsu hadn't ordered for the destruction of Vongola Rings, then Hibari didn't have to try so hard to search for rings to use.

At that point in time, it was the best option to choose. Ietsu shook his head. If I weren't so weak No, you don't need to comfort me or anything. Anyway, Hibari-san, let me tell you our plans. You'll play an important part for them to be successful. Tsuna was the one who replied. In other words, time travel. Ietsu smiled. Of course, we'll make a special bullet so it'll seem like he's dead, but we'll revive him after Byakuran is defeated.

It's still risky though. I'm not as affected by the Tri-ni-set radiation as the other Arcobaleno, so I won't die anytime soon. Byakuran has most of the pacifiers, and I have to make sure that I can get my hands to them so I can revive the Arcobaleno for our plan to work in the end.

A tick mark appeared on Hibari's forehead. The thought is inconceivable. For him, the walker of the wheel, death is an interlude from sound, the thoughtless pause before breath where the actions of his existence mean nothing more to him than the counting of flowers.

Their number of which is, ironically, one thousand. A mille fiore. He nearly chokes on his own blood. And that's when he hears her call. Rokudou Mukuro stops; sighs, dramatically, the iris of his right eye dizzily ticking the count of one to five. Last one , he thinks, as the flowers around him wither and crumble to dust, as his eye stops its frantic spinning to settle on a single ebony number, six ; Last time.

Laughing wildly, he spreads his arms upward, turns his face towards the sun, and walks into the sky. If you blinked for long enough, she'd disappear. But she was strong, too.

It was the sort of strength born from loneliness, born from the terrible knowledge that no one would ever want her life for their own; the sort of strength born from the tragic poverty of being unnoticed, and unloved. It was the sort of strength held by the very powerful, and the often very desperate.

And it was because of that strength that she was finally able to stop casting her thoughts inward, and spread them out to the space beyond. She put all of her power into the call, and all of her heart into hearing the answer. She nearly bowled over Giannini, who was short and had the tendency to fade into the background if he wasn't being watched. She's disappeared! Neither big, nor small, it was His gaze zipped back to Bianchi instantly. The loneliest girl, void of caring or love.

Bianchi, defender of all things amore , couldn't stand for that, at least, and thus deemed it fit to care for Chrome in her master's place. It also didn't hurt that, being devoid of most of her internal organs, that Chrome Dokuro was the single human being alive who could stomach, and even have an appetite for, Bianchi's infamous poison cooking.

The hatch to the communications room slid shut behind her with a bang. Kusakabe, concerned, dove from his chair to perform first aid on Bianchi's hapless victim, as the man foamed and gurgled and struggled for breath.

In the middle block, unbeknownst to anyone, a ripple of wave energy formed, and began to stir. One moment, he was standing triumphant amidst the bodies of his enemies, dipped in the blood of the noisy, flocking herbivores, and the next he was jerking, twisting this way and that as a hail of bullets tore at him seemingly from out of nowhere.

Blood arced in a fine spray. His mouth opened, but he didn't utter a single cry; barely faltered, even, bashing through the remaining hordes of the enemy with his tonfas before even those, too, were blown away. His legs buckled, and nearly gave way, but he struggled, spine bowed, and managed to stay on his feet.

His breathing labored, became slow, and his eyes eventually slipped closed. When he died, he died annoyed at the noise of it all, and the claustrophobia. Hibari watched this all from a vantage point some twenty feet away. He took a second to enjoy the looks of stunned horror on their faces as the Hibari Kyouya in front of them burst with a cloud of smoke into a thousand twittering birds, before he spared them the trouble of worrying about the how s and the why s of it all by biting them all quite thoroughly to death.

He didn't spare a single second. Hibari turned to the slim figure standing in the doorway behind him, fingers clutching desperately to her three-pronged trident as though she would break, thin chest heaving up and down with no apparent lack of effort, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

My body breaking, stumbling, until my shoulders droop, until I'm bent nearly double. Until I'm standing before you, bowing almost to the ground. But when she spoke, her voice was clear, and pure. She stayed on her feet. Hibari's eyebrows raised. This mild-mannered little girl, suddenly brave enough to start barking out orders to him? Now that was interesting; "Am I, now?

I don't associate myself with half-dead, scavenged animal carcasses any more than I'd stoop to consorting myself with certain weakling herbivores, girl. Be sure to tell your master that, too. The girl's single eye sparked, grew brighter, until it flared almost sapphire with defiance.

Unfortunately for Mukuro, this means he's in rather serious trouble, now. This means he's been stuck in a dank, rotting cesspit at the very bottom of the Vindice and been left to rot, and this also means that he's been left so powerless and bereft that he almost wishes he actually had died. Only 'almost', though. Fortunately for Mukuro, he has not been left without options. Byakuran Millefiore hadn't been quite so informed of the nature of Mukuro's relationship with Chrome as he had thought.

Or rather Byakuran, like so many others before him, had simply ignored Chrome's existence as a threat to his goals entirely. Had grossly misjudged her potential. For Chrome, of course, is a gifted illusionist in her own right.

Gifted enough to make an illusion seem real from almost any light. Hibari's smile had been flat, and condescending. The only interest I have in you is an interest in the way you will die. I'm curious, my dear Chrome , Mukuro said to her, quite suddenly, and inexplicably out of nowhere. What did he say to you, back then, in order to give you the courage to save your own life?

The dark-haired girl fought the urge to shake her head; fought harder to keep her sudden intake of breath silent. She couldn't afford to give her disguise away, not now, but it was him ; her light, her life, her reason for being.

He had been so quiet up until now, and now he was Chrome's heart beat faster. I'll show you, Mukuro-sama. She did. As to be expected from you, sir! From her hiding place, she fought to keep still. He was gathering , obnoxiously, something like a group of five. Even if they're dead, a group of herbivores like this still makes me feel ill.

Chrome, slung over his shoulders in a fireman's carry, dressed in a pilfered Millefiore uniform and mask, bounced somewhat painfully. The uniform trousers were thin, and Chrome could feel his breath on the backs of her knees, his arms locked around her thighs. Inside her head, Mukuro went nearly mad with the force of his own laughter.

Report to whatever idiot's in charge the results of tonight's battle, Tetsuya. I'll be back shortly. She bit through her own tongue to hide her startled gasp, and struggled to breathe only through her nose.

It stunk. She was used to the dilapidation of buildings, of the musty smell of abandoned warehouses or the defunct Kokuyo Healthy Land, but she'd had only a limited experience at best with the dilapidation of humans. I can't breathe! You can, dear Chrome , Mukuro soothed her, and his voice was deeper than she remembered.

She'd never seen him, not once, since she'd come to this dreary and dreadful future. She hung on with all of her might. Focus on the sound of my voice. In fifteen seconds, you will be free. In fifteen seconds, Hibari Kyouya's yes-man will have descended down the slope that leads out of this forest, and you can rip this foul-smelling mask off, dispose of these ill-fitting garments.

In fifteen seconds, you will be my dear, cute Chrome once more, and - "Up. Quit wasting time. Almost exactly fifteen seconds, as he'd said. Chrome sucked in a shaky, blood-tinged breath, making a sound like a swimmer coming up from the water, and latched onto Hibari's arm desperately in an attempt to pull herself free from the corpse pile.

He shook her off roughly, genuine annoyance showing in his eyes, and started off in the direction opposite from where Kusakabe had gone, leaving her behind. As she hopped along after the black-haired man, she stripped hurriedly, shedding layer after layer of rank, dead-smelling Millefiore uniform for her own comfortable, Kokuyo green one.

Something soft hit her in the face. Over there. Chrome, fingers trembling, unfolded the package that had been thrown at her, to reveal a simple black blazer and a matching pleated skirt, both slightly too large. She looked down at her own garments, puzzled, and back to the bundle again, not understanding the difference.

You should just humor him for now, shouldn't you, Chrome? That Hibari Kyouya-sama. Chrome twinged, shamefully. Don't worry, my dear Chrome.

I find it rather amusing, actually. I'll respect him too, certainly, if he manages to assist you with what I asked.

The girl sheltered herself behind the trees, undoing the buttons of her uniform hurriedly. Please don't misunderstand, Mukuro-sama. I hold no one in the same esteem as I do you. A mental pause not unlike the delicate intake of breath. In the future, dear Chrome, that may change. Her fierce expression melted to one of fearful doubt. How could I If it weren't for you, Mukuro-sama, I'd be nothing! Because of you, I have But Mukuro, deep in the recesses of her mind, said nothing.

Chrome, disheartened, shrugged the too-large blazer over her pale shoulders, and thought that the cloth felt somehow familiar. She struggled a bit, with the skirt, pulling it up over her muddy boots, and it too was too large. It might have been a problem, had her Kokuyo skirt not been a bit too big, as well, and thus was always worn accompanied with a thick leather belt, which Chrome wrapped around her hips now.

She stepped out from behind the patch of trees, eyes growing adjusted to the growing light. It would be dawn soon. They were considerably behind schedule. She quailed under it, a bit, but he only shrugged, turning on his heel, and making his way through the thick trees to the road.

Chrome followed, at a noticeably slower pace. Walking this far on her own power was an effort. She struggled to keep her following cough quiet, and hastily wiped the flecks of blood that spotted her hand on the fabric of her skirt.

The bare minimum. She could only allow herself to use the bare minimum. The rest of it was needed to complete her goal. If she could maintain this level of power channeling towards her illusory organs, and have them still keep her alive, then any amont of pain or discomfort was nominal.

The trees thinned, eventually, and just as the first rays of dawn were starting to spread over the sky, they reached the road. It was still quiet, this early in the morning, which presented a problem in the form that Chrome's original intention had been to simply hijack a car. It was improbable, therefore, to hijack such a car if there were none to be found on the road.

Could they wait? She thought of Mukuro, blind and freezing at the bottom of the Vindice. But you're dizzy, dear Chrome. And there's no one here who can help you. Not I, nor Ken, nor Chikusa. No, true, she'd lost them as much as she'd lost Mukuro in this horrible, bitter place.

She swayed, before collapsing onto her rear at the side of the road. Mukuro prompted her, voice amused but kind. The you of ten years later would have no problem with this, I think, but as you are now Chrome blanched at the insinuation that she was of no use. The toe of a pristine leather loafer dug into her thigh. Go and dump your corpse in Kokuyo, since you prefer it so much, girl. I don't want your dead body defiling the order in my land. Using her trident, she managed to haul herself to her feet.

It took a considerable amount of energy to maintain the illusion of that weapon, but it was needed for her purpose, so she didn't mind. True; she could go and die in Kokuyo later, after she had been of some use, at least. DS Ore ga Boss! Happy Day at Kokuyo Land! More Reborn! Radio CD: ReboRadi! Dying Will's First-run Bonus!

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