REBORN: Sasagawa Kaori

Chpater 7: How I Met - Ow!

"Where'd you get that necklace, Kaori?" Kimiko asked me.

Quickly! Think of a lie! "Oh this, um. The cashier gave it to me for being the 100th shopper today." Real smooth. Let's hope she buys it.

"Wasn't he nice? And handsome too." Kimiko had a scheming grin on her face and I gulped down in fear as she wandered off into lala land. 

"Mama! What are you thinking?" I asked cautiosly.

"Oh nothing. Just thinking about your future."

Hello??? I'm five and he's twenty! And a total perv too!

"Kimiko? Kimiko! It really is you!" An unknown woman exclaimed.

"Rima! It's been too long. I'm sorry I wasn't there for Kyo's birthday yesterday, I had quite a bit on my plate." Kimiko apologized, pulling the other woman into a friendly hug.

Rima looked at me and asked, "Who's this? Last time I checked, you only had one daughter."

"Kaori, introduce yourself to Rima. She's my best friend, you can call her Rima-obasan."

"Pleasure to meet you, Rima-obasan." I said quaintly with formality.

"Wow, Kimiko! She's so cute and mature, I wish my Kyoya was like that."

"We adopted Kaori yesterday and she's a fantastic addition to the family."

"I can tell, Kimiko. She'll grow up to be a gorgeous lady like you." She complimented. I blushed a light shade of pink.

She turned to who I thought was her son and said, "Now Kyoya, why don't you sit down and make friends with Kaori-chan?"

She bought him a mint choc chip ice cream and made us sit under the shade to converse and get along.

It was only when I looked at him properly that I'd begun to connect the dots. Slanted and emotionless eyes. The name Kyoya. The raven black hair. Stoic face.

HOLY SHIT! I'M EATING ICE CREAM WITH THE HIBARI KYOYA! I'M DYING INSIDE! THE FANGIRLS ARE GONNA KILL ME!

"Um... So what's your name?" Great job, Kaori. His mother clearly said he was Kyoya. There's no way in he'll he'll answer that.

But he did. "Kyoya."

Then there was an awkward silence. Still, it might've been how frantic I was on the inside that made it awkward for me.

And then I decided to open up my big fat mouth to talk to him. "So how old are you?"

"Five."

"When's your birthday?"

"5th May."

"Ok-wait what?"

He looked nnoyed but still replied. "My birthday is on the 5th May, herbivore." There it was, the stupid label.

"What a coincidence, our birthday is on the same day."

"Hn."

"So what do you like doing?"

"..."

"Do you like fighting?"

That got his attention. "Are you challenging me." But not in the way I wanted apparently.

I started swearing bullets and stammered a short reply, "N-not really."

"So you are?" SHIT! I don't like where this conversation is going!

"N-not at all."

"Hn. Weak herbivore." If the parents weren't watching, I would be kicking your hindquarters right now! He glared as if reading my thoughts. Or the other way around.

"So I'll just assume you like fighting. Is there a particular weapon you'd prefer?" Honestly, I didn't think this was a great first conversation topic. Scratch that, this shouldn't be any conversation topic. 

"Hn."

"Okay. By the psychic power bestowed upon me, I guess you like using tonfas." His eyes glowered as they met mine. "Ho? I think I hit jackpot."

"Herbivore. How do you know this?" 

"Lucky guess." I smirked and continued, "Just like I guessed your last name is Hibari." 

Not it was clear to me that I'd made a mistake. A big one, for he soon had a Cheshire grin plastered on his face. Oh shit. "Omnivore, fight me."

"No thanks!" I yelled as I narrowly dodged a punch. I looked around. Where are the parents when I need them?! He threw another punch in my direction which I blocked with my forearms. I hissed in pain. If he's this strong as a five year old, I'd hate to get punched by him as an angsty teenager. 

I didn't wanna get abused any longer so I did the most reasonable thing. I ran. I ran as fast as I could but he was still on my tail like a hungry predator. Hungry for what? Wink. Wink. Enough of that, not the time!

Eventually, I turned a corner and bumped into some creepy men. And turns out, I accidentally knocked some guy's coffee and now he demanded me to buy him another one.

"Look, kid. We don't want any trouble. Pay for our boss' coffee and shirt then we'll let you off the hook."

Crap! What do I do? I have no money! I just arrived in this world yesterday!

Then a new voice said, "Hey now, is that any way to treat a kid? I don't think she's gonna be carrying any cash around so why don't you bugger off? Huh?" His tone was intimidating and fierce. I instantly turned around to face him and stepped back in hopes of escaping. 

"Otou-san." Someone said. Huh? 

"Yo Kyoya! What's up? Aren't you supposed to be with your mother now? I thought she was taking you shopping." Oh. So this guy is the little prick's dad? 

He looked quite handsome, in fact I can pretty much say he looks exactly like TYL Kyoya just with less slanted eyes. (A trait I noticed he got from his mother.)

"I was chasing this herbivore." Kyoya replied stoically.

Hibari's dad blinked. "Now why would you do that, Kyoya? A man must never treat a lady like that." He scolded before he turned to me. "Sorry for him, he's a little rude sometimes." More like a total prick always. "What's your name? Mine's Hibari Kensuke."

I bowed out of courtesy and introduced myself. "It;s nice to meet you sir. My name is Sasagawa Kaori."

"Sasagawa? I didn't know Ryuusuke and Kimiko had another daughter..." He mumbled but I still caught it.

"I was adopted.... Just yesterday actually."

He nodded in understanding. "I see."

Then Kimiko and Rima came running to us. "Hello darling! How are you doing today?" Rima greeted Kensuke.

"Just fine, Rima." 

Then the adults talked among themselves, leaving Kyoya and me to bond once again. 

Mustering up all my courage, I decided to say something completely outrageously bold against my instinct telling me not to. "I've made up my mind now. Hibari Kyoya, you're gonna be my best friend." I announced, leaving him stunned.

"W-what?" He stammered.