The plot mainly focuses on the growing relationship of Hibari Kyouya, the D.C. chairman of Namimori College and Rokudo Mukuro, the new guy in town from Italy, enrolled in the respective college. There are brief discussions on their personalities and personal history from time-to-time, including some of my theories on their behavior in the actual anime. It would be a sin not to write about the amazing Mafia families of the series.

I'll do my best. Thank you in advance for the time. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: All the characters from KHR are owned by Amano Akira. The rest are mine.

New Encounter and Sweet Sleep

Lately the sun refused to come out before ten in the morning. It basked behind the overpowering blanket of clouds. The morning air could have woken him up earlier but he had shut the windows at night because the damp morning air broke his nose's immunity to keep off viruses. So now here he was, Rokudo Mukuro, trying to get up on a weekday, planning to take only a few minutes before leaving the house for school.

"Ha-chuu!" It had started already even before he had removed the blanket off his legs. The school nurse's room might have some med to get his immunity up. The prison he had stayed in the past was hell itself where he had lived life submerged under water. Mukuro groaned at the thought of water, looking out of his bedroom window with a perturbed expression. He hated water. He hated that he could control aquatic elements, yet involuntarily he loved his flower, the lotus, which was a crown picked from a hat trash-bin, and he always cherished it. But this was no time to waste for. He pushed himself up and dragged his feet to the bathroom. Water again.

Reaching school and passing by the familiar mob, he came to his class, books carelessly folded under arms, and sat on the corner bench as far away from the window as possible. The news cast had informed that the season was ominous and he wanted to make sure he was safe.

The teacher mostly talked about serial killers in the class due to the recent rise in murders and prison breaks. Last year Italy was making a big issue of some kids escaping from the prison. "But they were just kids? Why make such a big fuss over it? Don't they have delinquent centers?" Someone raised the question and the whole class leaped into the waste-of-time discussion.

Mukuro's day had started with itchy nose which became irritating by the minute. He pressed the tissue to his nose and gawked at the lecturer and it dawned on him like a flash that he was the only one affected by the sudden drop of temperature in the town and it saddened him deeply. His ability to withstand cold had taken its worst after the imprisonment. The memory issued depression. Why will I kill my mind again?

He began to busy himself with thoughts other than the acute inflammation on his nose, looking around. The back row was empty. Someone had left a solar bag on one of the benches. It could not belong to a 'her' cause it had no fairy key-holders or funky glitter stickers. The weather must have affected the poor fellow as well. He was not the only one after all. Now as Mukuro comprehended, the school was peculiarly strict about attendance and student performance. Bunking class had not crossed anyone's mind and that daredevil had a day to breathe before getting expelled. "Hahn-chuuu!" Again. He had forgotten about the school nurse completely. Mukuro looked at the wall clock above the white board. Only fourteen minutes to break. He decided to see the nurse after the class..

Hibari Kyouya looked up at the sky and breathed in a gust of fresh air. The sun was finally showing. He thought Namimori was going to have her first flood today but she was saved.

Calmly seated on the couch, he massaged his forehead. The slow throbs on the temple stung his eyes. He needed to take some aspirin before collecting attendance records from the office. Incoherently he looked for his bag. Oh! He left it in the classroom. He reached down to his pocket and took out his cellular phone. With dismay he found out the battery was down. Hibari looked outside of the window at the drizzling rain. How on earth did the weather get to control human lives? He rose from his seat.

Returning to the classroom to get his bag, Hibari stumbled upon the lecturer, who nodded knowingly upon seeing Hibari. "Busy being the council head?" He asked scratching his ears. He was one of those teachers who came to class late because they couldn't wake up in time, but always excused themselves with traffic clogs.

"No. Busy being the Headmaster's son," Hibari replied sharply. The teacher stared. Did he offend the boy?- he wouldn't know. "Have you got the attendance done?" Hibari reluctantly continued.

"I left no tick on yours." The teacher told him, handing over the register book and hurrying to his next class before he called unwanted trouble.

As soon as Hibari walked into the classroom, the chatter among the students that was getting louder after the teacher's leave had fallen to a low buzz. Every pair of eyes consciously avoided meeting gaze as he walked in. Spotting his bag behind a blue-haired boy who had his head buried under his arms on the desk, Hibari approached, scrutinizing the boy heavily. Was he tired of this world already?

He took out the aspirin and swallowed with his back to the class mates, since he didn't want them staring at him while he took the drug. The students had taken their usual tone of conversation and it felt better to be part of the crowd, yet not be involved with them. Hibari waited for the headache to recede. Meanwhile one weak eye watched him quietly. Being watched like that was really bothering him. "Would you like to say something?" Hibari turned to the boy with dyed hair, slouched on the desk. The boy buried his eyes and mumbled something like 'bad weather'. One eye angular brow rose on Hibari's face. Was he sleeping in class?

But just when he was making up his mind on grabbing the guy by his collar and taking him outside, the punk pulled out a tissue paper from his palm and blew his nose.

"You go see the nurse now." Hibari considered. Mukuro verbalized something inaudible and Hibari began to tap his desk in annoyance. Fingers drummed on the desk for ten seconds before he snarled, "I'm pissed now."

"I said I need more tissue!" The burble this time came out clearly and Hibari reacted shortly, introducing a pocket tissue from his back pocket. Several pairs of eyes watched as he refilled the newbie's stock of tissue.

People were always staring.. The brunette watched the tall boy gain life and stand up to walk to the infirmary. The boys eyes were pouring rain and his steps staggered as he moved. Hibari recalled last week's poor student attendance record, a bad feeling tug at his sense. He exited the classroom after the sick boy with their bags..

He saw a yellow bird on the branch, nibbling with a lemon-green leaf. The vivid colors did not hurt his eyes; he felt so good. Medicine that promoted sleep could do magic as Mukuro thought feeling alive like no other day. His nose had stopped running and his face was fresh and smooth from the sleep. He sprang up and stretched his limbs. He felt like he could finish a nine thousand and one hundred page book while jogging up Mount Akina. "Feeling well now?" The nurse lady's sweet voice was heard behind the curtains.

"Yes, thank you," Mukuro gratefully answered. He heard the nurse giggle as he hung his legs down the bed.

"Thank Kyouya-kun who made sure you and your belongings were safe," she told him. Mukuro noticed his bag by the pillow. Looking back now Mukuro didn't remember how he had managed to get to the nurse's room clearly. His head had failed to memorize details on his way here. He must have missed many things. He put on his shoes.

He jogged on the muddy ground through the damp air. The shoes squelched during strides and made noises, nonetheless it was a quiet evening with snails resting on the slippery brick walls and very few chirping birds. The school was almost empty lest for the school janitors, the evening batches and the council members. Mukuro had heard that the council members took evening classes because they ran errands during the day. The shift is reversed for the 'evening council members'. Hibari was in the evening classes, so he must be running the day errands. He inquired the nurse about the 'good boy' she kept gossiping about since he woke up and she was most pleased to talk about him some more while Mukuro tied his shoes.

Mukuro had heard of the council members before but never met anyone in person. Personally he thought they were really cool, deducing by the school's ranking in the nation's top colleges. Out of completely good will, he decided to look out for Hibari so he could thank him in person. He had ran one circle around the whole school already with no luck on the sassy brunette. He could go home without showing such formality, even to the council head. It wasn't really necessary, just a chance of meeting. If Hibari wasn't around he thought he would simply leave after a nice jog. Mukuro gazed up at the cloudy sky mumbling something, then prepared himself on another round around the school..

The once clear sky was dressed in gray clouds.

Hibari's family heritage, customs and examples were somewhat scary. Beside the assets they owned and the rules the Yakuza family adhered to, the heirs to the regime carried an aura of strength unlike anything. Although Hibari had no records of violence in the school grounds or anywhere near it, but as the Disciplinary Committee Chairman, his punishments to breaking rules were feared very much. The respect, loyalty and support of his council members had helped Hibari come a long way. He was always grateful to them. He looked around smiling to himself at the assembled members in the lecture. They were taking crime psychology, a choice of subject ironic for the son of Yakuza. Nonetheless he would learn a lot of useful things.

The lingering wetness in the air sent chills over his skin, couldn't be helped since it was a season for influenza and cold. Proper nourishment were necessary on seasons like this. Hibari remembered the sick boy he met in class. His name Hibari had learned from the name card on his bag was 'Rokudo Mukuro'. Should he call him Rokudo Mukuro? It was too long but he couldn't possibly just call him Mukuro, by his first name so soon. He had strange blue eyes, he pictured. If they were contacts, they would've come off when his eyes were watering. How could his hair and eyes be so odd anyway? Those eyes looked like they bore magic.

His eyes drifted away from the bright classroom to the darkness outside. The class was on the ground floor so the tall silhouette outside the window at first startled him a little. It was Rokudo Mukuro, or maybe Mukuro, Hibari grimaced. He did know him from before but not like today. Mukuro gave a hand sign that he would wait outside. Mesmerized by Mukuro's sudden unexpected appearance when he was just thinking about him, made Hibari stare at the sweating figure on the opposite side of the glass indecisively. Up close, dry and clear, his eyes were really beautiful..