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Hibari could care less about the Millefiore and their plan to take over the world, or this silly little plot to save the world. Hibari was not the type to think beyond a good fight, at least he was not that type of person yet. It would take him another five years before he actually began thinking instead of just charging forward intent on biting people to death. But there was more to Hibari than just his animal instinct to crush and tear herbivores to bits.
He liked cute animals after all.
"Byakuran-san…"
It was a whisper of sound, a name that slipped through Shouichi's lips as he stumbled towards the collapsing barriers with everyone else. Hibari did not like crowds, but even he was approaching the charred remains of the Millefiore leader, and the beaten and battered Sawada. Everyone huddled around Sawada like he was important, poking and prodding and radiating sun flames down on him. Hibari stood at the back, arms crossed over his chest.
Unseen by the crowd, Shouichi knelt at Byakuran's side.
Unseen by the crowd, Hibari fished the Millefiore sun ring out of his pocket and tossed it Shouichi's way.
He liked cute animals after all.
"Byakuran-san…"
It was a whisper of sound, a name that slipped through Shouichi's lips as he stumbled towards the collapsing barriers with everyone else. Hibari did not like crowds, but even he was approaching the charred remains of the Millefiore leader, and the beaten and battered Sawada. Everyone huddled around Sawada like he was important, poking and prodding and radiating sun flames down on him. Hibari stood at the back, arms crossed over his chest.
Unseen by the crowd, Shouichi knelt at Byakuran's side.
Unseen by the crowd, Hibari fished the Millefiore sun ring out of his pocket and tossed it Shouichi's way.