Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyou Hitmant Reborn. Nope. Not mine.
A cool, yet soothing, breeze blew across the roof of Namimori Middle school, where a certain black-haired prefect lay sleeping. Though fear consumed the eyes of any passers-by to come his way, not one of them could deny even once stopping to stare, or wonder what might be running through the proud and dangerous mind of this self-proclaimed, ruler.
What they might be interested to know, or scared to know, is that this black-haired demon of discipline was plotting something that was….not so discipline like.
He had just about had his plan mapped out to every detail. All that was left were some finishing touches, a dot here, a slash there, and some biting to death. Suddenly, an alarm goes off in one of his back pockets, the Namimori anthem played harmoniously before the "call" button was pressed and a voice could be heard from his cell. "What..?" Says a somewhat irritated disciplinary head. "Kyouya, everything is in place."
"Good, now get back to position." And so the game begins, he thought as he walked down the stairs to the ground floor, with a devilish (and yet still playful) smirk having long dominated his facial features.
Hibari Kyouya; Disciplinary Head of Namimori Middle School; demon in a school uniform; scheming with style; the hunter on the prowl.
Tsuna Tsunayoshi, a small boy with little to no confidents and a fear of mafia babies and being bitten to death, walked to school that morning with his friends/guardians, Gokudera and Yamamoto. He shared a mental laugh with himself at the sight of their usual arguing, well more Gokudera yelling at Yamamoto, who just laughs it off. "STUPID BASEBALL-FREAK! YOU DARE CALL JUUNDAIME BY HIS FIRST NAME?", Gokudera's usual screams. Little did Tsuna know, that there was a plot afoot, that involved him and a certain walking phobia.
As they reached the front gate to Namimori, Tsuna froze in his tracks. He couldn't move, and was barely breathing. A familiar aura was resonating somewhere nearby, he could just feel it, his super intuition was going haywire. Where? Where is it coming from! He thought.
Though Gokudera's understanding of Tsuna's facial expression was completely wrong (thought he was feeling sick or something) he came out with the right question. "Juudaime! What's wrong!", he practically screamed to the heavens, down on one knee. "I'll get the best doctor in Japan immediately!", he says before disappearing into the distance, a huge cloud of dust trailing behind him. Tsuna's Storm Guardian had gone who knows where, leaving him with this frozen state of fear and a confused Rain Guardian (Yamamoto) behind.
He continued to search for the owner of the aura, with no luck. The longer he searched the more panic set in.
Tsuna Tsunayoshi, a student of Namimori Middle School,; also known and "No-Good Tsuna"; the next Vongola Mafia Generation's Sky Boss; ridiculously naïve; the poor defenseless prey.
From a reasonable distance (reasonable to kyouya anyway), the reason for Tsuna's discomfort and further future discomfort loomed in a shaded darkness, watching his fun little toy respond desperately to his presence.
He's improved .
Kyouya, the hunter, had set his bluish-grey eyes upon his meager yet exciting young game, and the traps were all set. Now lets get started.
Again his trademark smirk showed proudly on his face as he walked off, calming the nerves of an already quite edgy Tsuna. This is going to get interesting.