Anime Drabbles, Ficlets & One Shots

Byakuran ~ Chapters in Time

Genre: AU, Fluff 

Word Count: 1,339 

Pairing: None 

World: Anime, Katekyo Hitman Reborn! 

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Byakuran was a name that everyone knew. He was, after all, the world's greatest and largest pop star. His fan base had become so large, it surpassed even that of Bustin Jieber – a Canadian singer who had gained a large fan base of teen girls in America.

Byakuran was different, though.

While he did have many female fans because of his good looks and silken voice, his fan base spanned much larger than that. People of every race, every gender, every age!
It was something rarely achieved, but he did it. It wasn't all fun and games for him, though.

At first, he loved the fame and attention he received. He loved being able to travel around the world, and he loved being able to hold the earth in the palm of his hand.
It was fun, and it kept him entertained. After a while, though, he started to become bored with it all. It was the same routine every day and he was sick of it.

A knock on his dressing room door brought him back from his thoughts. He surveyed himself in the mirror he sat in front of. His snow-white hair was spiked, a few strands falling into his violet eyes which had grown dull with boredom. There was a purple tattoo under his left eye, almost looking like an upside-down crown, and his nails had been painted a dark purple. A black choker fit snugly around his neck, matching the white leather pants and black shirt he wore. It was the rocker look that he had adopted soon after he became famous, and it wasn't so much that he didn't like it, but he was ready for a change of pace.

The knock sounded again.

"Come in!"

You pushed the door open and stepped inside, offering him a small bow before shutting the door behind you and heading over to the coffee table with a bag of his favorite treat: marshmallows. One of his conditions before signing his contract was that he had to have the sweet substance before every show, or he would refuse to go on.

"Good afternoon, Byakuran-sama." you offered him a small smile before pouring the contents of the bag into the glass bowl that sat on the table.

He smiled brightly and hopped out of the chair, bounding over to the couch with a child-like grace. Before you could finish, he snatched the bowl off the table and set it between his legs.

With a shake of your head, you bent down to retrieve the fallen sweets.

"Y/N-chan."

"Yes?" you looked over at him as you dumped the contents of your hand. A look of surprise slipped onto your face as you looked at him.

He looked so... beaten, like a child that had just been scolded for stealing the last cookie before dinner. "Do you ever get bored doing the same thing every day?"

You blinked. Where was this coming from all of a sudden? "I've been bored with it since day one."

His violet eyes shifted to meet your own, an intense but curious look in them as he popped another marshmallow into his mouth. "Then why do it?"

You opened your mouth to respond but soon found that you didn't have an answer to his question. The only thing your mind produced was that you had to, but you knew that wasn't accurate.

He cocked his head to the side, a playful smile on his lips. "See, Y/N-chan? Why do we do things we don't like to do when we have no reason to do them?" he paused to take another marshmallow, setting the bowl back on the table before standing and approaching you.