Title: None Specified.
Summary: Bazookas can be oh so annoying.
Genres: Humor and Romance
Rating: K - T
Characters: Hibari Kyoya and an unspecified.

I drew my katana and grinned. "You ready?"
He frowned and assumed his stance. "I'll bite you to death."

That was how our very, very normal training session started. Squinty eyes was still better than me in so many ways, but I was getting faster. "My name is Lambo! My name is Lambo!" I turned around, to find the little Afro head prancing around not very far behind me. At that moment, Hibari knocked me back, and I bumped into the little kid. I groaned and turned over, only to see a very teary eyed little boy getting out his ten year bazooka. I reached out to stop him, but somehow, I got hit instead.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I really didn't want to see what would happen right now. A few moments of complete silence passed, before sound started to filter in. the chirping of birds outside, the sound of heavy breathing near my ear. I opened my eyes, but I felt it before I saw anything. An arm wrapped tightly around my waist, bringing me closer to an unfamiliar body. My hands pressed against a bare chest. I cried out and pushed away. My eyes went wide as I saw a very naked man lying down next to me, with no covers over him.

He growled, and I turned my eyes away, as I could feel my cheeks heating up furiously. The bed creaked softly as he sat up. "Did you get hit my the ten year bazooka or something?" His voice was much more… seductive than I thought. Like smooth velvet on my skin, except this was something I was hearing.
I turned my eyes and concentrated only on his face. A very sexy case of bed head, with slanted eyes that pierced farther than I would have liked. Is this what an older Hibari looked like? I nodded. What came out of his mouth next was some where in between a growl and a sigh. He collapsed back against the bed. "Just go wait in the living room till your five minutes are up or something."

His voice drained off at the end of the sentence. I got up quickly and left the room. I hurried off to what I presumed was the kitchen, since I could find the room he told me to go to. I sat very, very still on a chair and did nothing. I began to question the very, very awkward moment I'd just been thrown into.

Why weren't there any blankets on top of him? And more embarrassingly, was future me naked beside him before I came? My cheeks heated up at the thought. Maybe future me was holding onto the blankets before she got transported back in time? That would save a lot of embarrassment from Hibari seeing her. No wait… should I call him past Hibari? I don't really know. I began to try and come up with possible solutions to all of these questions floating about my mind. Even though the fact was obvious, I tried my best not to think of future me, sleeping naked next to future Hibari, who was also naked. NO WAIT STOP THINKING PLEASE STOP. I just couldn't picture that working out. Ever.

I heard footsteps and I looked up, to see future Hibari leaning against the door panel, thankfully wearing a thin robe to cover up. He yawned and ran a hand through his messy hair, which had yet to be combed down. At that moment it became very, very obvious to me. Future Hibari was undeniably sexy. In every way possible. He frowned and spoke, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Hasn't five minutes been up yet? I don't have time to baby sit you."

I sighed and looked down, twiddling my thumbs. "The bazooka was modified, so now the time limit is ten minutes."

"Hmm." His response was very, very bland, and he began to make himself a cup of coffee. "Then I suppose it's too late to force you to make me breakfast?"
I broke out into a grin. "I would have fed you Bianchi's cooking anyway."

He hummed in response again, obviously too tired to reply. I stood up and left the kitchen, calling out. "I'm gonna look around, okay?"
I didn't wait for a response, but none came anyway. The house (apartment?) was very simple, with out any pieces of furniture that were unnecessary. I had, successfully, discovered the living room and was entering, when I tripped on the carpet I hadn't noticed before. I winced and sat back up, rubbing my head.

"Fix your skirt."
In the doorway stood Hibari, sipping at his cup of coffee. I looked down, only to find that my skirt had ridden up quite up a bit and that my panties were showing. I cried out and pulled the hem down so he couldn't see. "I already know what you look like with out them on anyway."
There was a hint of perverted sarcasm in that, but I knew he was still making fun of me. I glared at him. "Doesn't mean I have to show you! Besides, why are you following me anyway?" I was rather desperate to change the topic.

"My house." Short and too the point. He held his hand out, and I took it, standing up. And knowing my bad luck, I ended up being a little too close to him. Like, inches apart kind of close. Thank God he was so much taller than me. I could see just a little bit as his robe was barely hanging onto his shoulder, but damn! He was buff. Like seriously buff.

I blushed, and at that moment, the moment turned to black immediately. Just a moment later, I found myself back at the grounds in front of the school. But of course, it had to be in a very awkward position. Hibari was on the ground, and I, unfortunately, was on top of him with my hands on either side of his shoulders. Our faces mirrored the shock. I got off of him and scrambled up again. "Never speak of this again?"

He stood up and raised his tonfa against me. "Scram, before I bite you to death."