a prank of the superior carnivore
Even after all events that occured, Hibari couldn’t claim for sure what was his exact attitude towards the younger self. Indeed there were things and events that had an immense influence on his future, some of them the Cloud wished to erase both from memory and own life, nevertheless there was no denial of importance of what the young prefect had managed to pull with the rest of the Guardians. However at that time he himself approached Irie with request to perform another test travel with those watches, that would grant sufficient amount of time (even if not for long), allowing them both to dwell in one dimension; the trick might work, but duration remained on minimum. Once he manifested on the roof of the painfully familiar and dear Nami-Chuu, the sought-for figure also was detected, and thus he approached. At leisure, without superflouos sounds, even breathing was almost ceased, he knew how to deceive own senses, taking into consideration that carnivore had ways to grow. Bending lightly, swift movement placed a pitch black box that contained particular items on the chest of the smaller predator, compelling his somnolence to fade away. “You may need a spare ones until your own will grow sharper.” Uncharacteristic tone with shades of merriment spoke, as another pair of slanted eyes stared up at him, even in despite of lack of congratulatory speech, the other had to get a hint and the teasing meaning behind his words. Search for power as in development and appropriate changes should be considered as required, not detestable.
He had been looking forward to a peaceful birthday on the rooftop of his emptied school; despite slightly missing the usual hustle and bustle that keeps him busy with disciplinary duties on regular days. Nevertheless, it is still better than facing herbivores crowding for his attention, which he deems unnecessary if all merely to receive commemorating gifts. For what purpose? Is it not the same to simply place it in his mailbox that it will eventually reach his hands? Why does his older self act the same way as those underlings?
The scent this young Hibari recognizes from anywhere, and not too favorable in his opinion, even as he finds a small item coming in contact with his chest. Up his upper body rises, an annoyed crease between his brows over his slow detection, otherwise his attention shifts to the box. The appearance of the older carnivore suffices to fill his curiosity, immediately making to open it and see what he is referring to ( in spite of the tone that only sounds irritating ).
The middle-schooler’s countenance blackens. He nearly so bares his teeth too.
“… … If you wanted a fight for our day of birth, just say so.”
And out flashes a pair of tonfa, spikes unsheathed, the surface of his feet meeting ground as he lunges forward. He will make his own birthday present.
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