Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Warning: Purposely fucked up grammar, No Yaoi, 99.5% crack.. Swearing and OOCness

Hibari ruffled his hair while signing a whole shitload of paperwork. Fuck paperwork, fuck school. He literally wanted to scream, 'cause he's too tired to actually do something.

Yawn.

Sign.

Yawn.

Sigh.

Sign.

"…Damn it. Why the hell did I become a DC leader anyways?"

Kusakabe came in and Hibari smirked. "Perfect timing, Kusakabe Tetsuya, could yo—"

Scram.

"…Tch. I'm not the only one who hates paperwork. Either way, I'll bite him to death later."

That procedure went on for 3 hours. And when it was finally 12 o'clock, Hibari decided to go home and rest for eternity. Thank god tomorrow was Sunday. If not, he woulda been shot dead.

But he's da man.

He's da Hibari Kyouya.

Daaaa man!

He yawned for the millionth time and managed to do some patrol inside the school for the last time. He felt like dying. He would literally put 'I'm gonna be dead if I stay awake for another 5 minutes' as his status if he was on FaceBook.

He stopped.

"Damn it. Lockers; I didn't lock mine. Shitload shitty bitchy ass fucking bitch! What's with me today?"

He turned around, yawning again before slapping himself— literally, and went to his locker.

"What's my number again…? Oh, I don't care. I'm gonna bust every shitting ass motherfucking locker in the room."

Yawn.

"But then again, I won't."

He finally found his locker after another 5 minutes, and that was the time when—

Click!

"Say what now?"

Click!

"Fucking hell."

Click!

"STOP MESSING WITH ME, SHITTY ASS."

Cli—

"Kufufu, that's not your locker, Hibari Kyouya."

Hibari turned around, fully facing Mukuro, who was flipping his hair like he's some fucked up rapist like the pedophile he is. His face had a 'oh-Kyouya-I-know-I'm-beautiful-don't-stare-at-me-like-that-I-know-that-was-awkward-even-though-I-meant-that-as-a-joke' expression.

"Rokudo Mukuro—! Whaddaya want, bitch? 'Cause if you're looking for a fight, I ain't in the mood. Oh fuck here comes my retarded slang."

"…Wait what? Anyways, as I've said before, I don't think that's your locker."

"Where da fuck did you do?"

"You suck at grammar, Kyouya-kun. I recommend you stay out of your Reception room and start studying."

"What'cha talking about? There's no grammar in Japanese. I don't care. I'll say whatever shitload I want, bitch."

"Tch. Suit yourself then. Just my opinion anyways. Oh, and your new locker is 6918."

"What did you—"

Hibari gasped. He'd seen this shitty 4 digit-number before in FaceBook and Twitter… also Tumblr, but…

"Who the hell said you could top, bitch? I'm da man. You can't top. I'm supposed to be—"

"I was sure I bit your neck so hard that day you couldn't even breathe."

"What was that, punk? You picking a fight? You didn't do no shit to me."

"Shut up. I'm Rokudo Mukuro, dammit! I top every single shit!"

"You shut up, bitch, I'm Hibari Kyouya! You get me? I'm the one who tops!"

"Whole shitload you are, Hibari Kyouya. I top every pairing. And no I won't change the number to 1869."

"I'll bite you to death, herbivore!"

…So, the question is, why are they arguing about who tops and not because of the fact that they are paired together?

Nobody knows. Except for Hibari and Mukuro.. and probably me.

This was.. random. I dunno why I made this, LOL. Oh, and plus, Hibari you know you can never top Mukuro. Ever. 8D R&R anyone?

Anyway, to anyone who had read/watched Beelzebub, I think I'm having a random crush on Oga Tatsumi. Random, right? He's a bastard. But I love him. 8D This was OBVIOUSLY inspired by him, because, well, I wanted Hibari to become a total 100% gangster delinquent.