Disclaimer: I would totally huggles Tsuna, Yamamoto, Gokudera, Hibari, Dino, Enma, etc. But as you can (not) see, my arms are cold because no bishie has been in them…yet. And this concludes to what I was originally planning to say. I DUN OWN KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN.

[A/N]: I had a Tsuna dust idea bunny in my head. All other stories will be currently on hiatus until this story had been updated…unless specifically requested. My drabble files will probably be the main story I will still take requests on while writing this new fanfiction.


You walked toward a new home…again.

Why does this always happen to me?

Why doesn't anyone care?

LOCK 1

He slaps you across the face and yells a few unintelligent words at you, but you can't hear for you are deaf.

Why am I deaf?

Why does God hate me?

LOCK 2

A luggage was thrown at you with a few matchboxes and finally, the door shut behind you; a woman was crying by the window and you smiled bitterly at her. Fake.

Do I have to find a new home?

Have I really done anything to deserve this?

LOCK 4

The park was cold. Well, so was the alley.

Why can't I just have something warm?

Why am I alone?

LOCK 6

"Hey there…miss?"

You looked at him with suspicion. You did not trust anyone. No.

"Don't needa be fraid'! We need a few models to pose for…our agency. Up to it?"

You turned away without looking back. The dark circle that you could strangely see was above his head. He's a liar.

How were you able to see this?

Why do people lie?

LOCK 7

You sat outside the grocery store and fed part of your food scraps to a cat you had befriended a few days ago.

"Nya~"

You pet it's head one more time; the feline respectively purred into your hand.

Why couldn't people be like this?

Why can't I be like this?

LOCK 9

You watched as a feminine looking hand cautiously made it's way to yours.

"Would you be a part of my family?"

The man(?) wore a black Italian suit while wearing a Panerai crystalized watch.

He's rich…and I will take any chance I get.

You nodded slowly, but ignored his sincere gesture of pulling you off the ground and followed.

His car slowly pulled up to a large looking…mansion.

Who on earth is this guy?

His long, tied, hair swished in the back at he walked toward the hou- mansion while you quietly followed.

You didn't know what came into you. At first you were mildly suspicious of the man, but something in your dark heart told you that something good would actually happen.

A strange fellow with silver hair who looked questionably like a loyal dog waiting for his master to return interrupted your thoughts.

"Juudaime! You're bac- Who's that?"

"Ah, Gokudera-kun,"

So that's his name.

"This is…uh…um…is…what's your name again?"

You looked at him quite confused, and realized as well that you haven't told him your name. Oh, wait. Did you just think "told"? Screw it. You haven't, in your own special way, "talked" to him either.

You mouthed the words "[F/N]" to see if he understood. He looked you curiously as if you were mentally deranged. And you were sure you weren't. It must be him.

"W-well. I found her next to a supermarket…with a cat, and I thought she needed a place."

Oh damn, where was the cat?

"Juudaime! Were there any Arcobaleno or guardians protecting you? Reborn-san had called me off duty…""

"Um…yes. Yamamoto was there."

"…was?"

"Well he thought I needed time alone and he watched from a distance. I reached home, but he still probably thinks that- oh my god. He's still waiting there! Gokudera-kun, please contact Yamamoto to meet me at that place."

"Juudaime! I should go in your place!"

"No. Damn. Way."

You stared in amazement as they were talking. The different emotions and expressions colored their faces as if they were acting out a scene from a play.

Why aren't I like that?

Your train of thoughts was interrupted while you tripped over your feet and realized you were on the floor a few seconds later.

Damn…feet.

"Are you alright…miss?"

Oh, that's right. He still didn't know your name.

"Nya~"

You perked up when you heard the familiar voice and felt soft fur against your dirty skin, and smiled. Your only friend.

You swung your legs in syncopation as the long haired brunette had quietly told you to wait on a bench…in a ridiculously large garden. And then you felt bored. You, apparently, were never one to do as told.

And as you quickly side-stepped a thorny rose bush, you found yourself falling into the waiting arm- a cold metal…tonfa?

"Herbivore, you shall not trespass my household's property." [1]

Excuse me? For your information, I eat meat.

Of course he couldn't hear you, dammit. Well in that case…

OHOHOHOHO…E. You're the damn ass herbivore. Look at that lithe bod- I mean, you look like a skeleton with muscl- DAMMIT. YOU DAMN PERSON I DON'T EVEN KNOW.

When all this took a split second in your mind, it reflected on your face. He watched in irritation and amusement as your expression changed from those of a confused glare to a melodramatic appearance. Then he suddenly had a brilliant epiphany. [2] Why the hell were you here?

"As I said herbivore, why are you here? My patience is flickering."

Flickering?

You snorted silently. Where did he live, the 1900s?

He frowned slightly at your discomforted face…it felt…wrong. He quickly overshadowed his feelings with his bloodlust.

"I'll bite you to de-"

He stopped suddenly, a little surprised though he didn't show, when your hand was held up quite close to his face…and waved him off.

The great Hibari Kyoya…was just told to leave.

Well, he thinks not.

"Miss? Are you still he-"

You suddenly felt your own sudden bloodlust tensing up in your stomach and was unable to hear the cry of worry behind you.

Oh, how you wanted to fight.


[1]Please ignore the fact that I put Hibari's house as is. Just pretend he lives in the deep quarters of the Vongola mansion. Smiley face.

[2]LOLOL. I was reminded of UCLA girl. Don't hate on her. She's just a UCLA girl…

HUEHUEHEUHUEHUE.

How will your heart unlock?

Why does Tsuna want you in his family?

Why are you so mysterious?

Although this chapter isn't much, I'm sorry for any inconveniences with grammar.