A/N After so many years of not writing any fanfiction, Katekyo Hitman Reborn brought me into a whole new light. Therefore, I decided to create my own KHR fanfiction, using an OC. Yes, outrageous, I know, but I assure you that this OC is not a Mary-Sue (At least I hope not). Anyway, this fanfic will be a sort of alternate story in the daily arc and we get to focus on the mystery that is Hibari Kyouya, so I hope you can enjoy this. Also, be a little gentle on my writing skills. It's been nearly four years, since I wrote a fanfic.

Chapter Title: Meet the Bird of Prey

Warnings: Swearing, violence, hint of BL

Pairings: Implied 1827

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Namimori Junior High School: Seven years ago

In the heart of Namimori, there existed a school which was not too small or too big. Healthy, brave, and always unchanging; Namimori junior high was known as the best.

But why was it considered the best?

High academics? No, the students ranked pretty average throughout the region.

Champion level athletes? Nah, some games were won, but not enough to get into any national tournaments.

Simply put, the school reeked of ordinary which is exactly what made it so grand. Not a single thing out of the norm or a student gone awry, Namimori junior high was well known for it's trouble free environment. Enrolling in this school is the best option for a student who wishes to go through middle school undisturbed. On the other hand, the peaceful atmosphere of Namimori junior high can't last forever. Whenever a rule is violated, a group of specially hand picked teenage students will make their move before a teacher or staff member can intervene. These students were called the disciplinary committee, or more easily known as Perfects. If there was anything strange going around in Namimori(whether it be in the school or neighborhood) the DC students were usually the first ones on the case. Unlike other discipline patrols, these students are granted special permission to use physical force to end a dispute. If the violator was smart, they knew well not to put up a fuss or end up meeting dire consequences.

Of course, having power-hungry students roaming the campus on their own seemed like a mutiny waiting to happen. Thankfully the school board were not a bunch to be underestimated, and had a philosophy for this bearing: If you want to control a rowdy pack of wolves, you need to pick an alpha male to lead them.

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On a sunny afternoon, the entrance of Namimori junior high's rooftop was busted open by a frantic teenage boy.

"Chairman Fukami! There's a message for you!" He hastily approached a small, slumbering figure sprawled on the ground. Soft snores escaped from the figure's mouth, while a black jacket donning a red armband was wrapped around them like a security blanket.

Not getting a response, the boy(who wore a similar jacket)spoke a little louder, "Chairman Fukami, there's message for you…from your father."

On the word 'father', the snoozing lump's eyes snapped open in full alertness. Rising up robotically, the person released a yawn before stretching out to pop any stiff joints with a grimacing crack.

"Oy, how many times have I told you to just call me 'Fukami-senpai'?" A surprisingly girlish, but rough voice grumbled, "What does my old man want? Is he coming back from Italy yet?"

Allow the introduction of Fukami Tsubasa, a fourteen year old second year student and current president of Namimori Junior High's disciplinary committee. Her rankings:

Academics: Average

Athletic ability: Above average

Appearance: Inconspicuous

All right, so not exactly "alpha male" material, but with good leadership skills it was enough to compensate for her lack of charisma.

The boy winced at the person's bitter tone, yet he straightened up and passed a file over to the girl. "S-Sorry, Chair-I mean Fukami-senpai! Your father called about a mission for you assigned by your uncle," The boy explained, "He says you are to go straight to Namimori grade school after you're done with your school duties. No word about Italy though."

The teenage girl's mouth formed a thin line when she skimmed through the contents of the file in her hand. Currently, Tsubasa's father was working overseas with his brother-in-law in Italy. In the meantime his daughter stayed behind in Japan, taking up residence with her father's sister and her seven-year-old son. Any form of communication between them came in the form of certain tasks, which in a way was Tsubasa's version of chores. But babysitting some kid wasn't one of them.

She groaned and fixed up her short messy black hair, "Any reason why he wants me there?"

"He said that you needed to find some kid and look after him."

"Name?"

"He goes by the name, Hibari Kyouya, a third grader at Namimori Elementary School."

She let out an annoyed sigh, "So he does want me to baby-sit. That old man is going to get an earful from me."

Standing up to dust off the circus tent she calls her school uniform, the girl tucked the file under her arm before throwing her black jacket onto her shoulders like a cape.

"Well, guess I'll go see the kid then."

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During her stroll to the elementary school, Tsubasa squinted with little amusement at the tiny photo featuring a snub nose little Japanese boy. His appearance exhibited the very example of a wealthy upbringing, from his expensive designer clothes to his neat jet black hair(minus the little cow lick on the top). But what stuck out the most was his slanted gray eyes. They gave off a sort of solitary vibe, as if he was trying to ward off anyone who got too close. She could already imagine the child kicking and screaming when things didn't go his way. As if dealing with rebellious teenagers at school wasn't bad enough. Taking care of a spoiled rich kid would just be a pain in the a-

"AAAHH!"

A cry of anguish halted Tsubasa in mid-step, her attention now directed towards the park across the street. Judging from the intensity of the scream, there was either a fight going on or possibly a mugging. Seeing if she should put a stop to any disorder, she immediately rushed to the source of the outcome. Being the head of the disciplinary committee didn't mean you had to restore peace only within the school. Little did she knew, there was a much more...unexpected scenario she was about to come up against.

"Hey! What's going...on...here?"

At first the DC president was anticipating some juvenile delinquents scuffling over a trivial matter, such as trespassing on gang territory. Instead, she found four snot-nosed young males; all of them somewhere between the ages of nine to eleven. Standing out in the middle of the group was another boy, except smaller in both height and age.

"L-Little punk! W-What's your deal?" cried a kid with a swollen cheek, his mouth slightly bloody. The raven haired child merely tilted his head in a nonchalant manner. He held up a long metal object in his hand, causing the four to recoil in uneasiness.

'That looks like a tonfa.' Tsubasa thought in bewilderment. Usually she sees adults wielding weapons in her father's line of work, but not...like this. Disaster was bound to break out if a little kid was to swing those killing tools around. The scene happening right now was proof of that.

"It's your fault for crowding around me, herbivore," The child stated in a harsh tone, "Get out of my sight, or I'll bite you to death."

"L-Like I'm afraid of you!" In an outburst of anger, the older boy lunged at the shorter male, "Get him guys!"

In a flash, the four boys made a move to pile drive the young tyrant, but he proved to be much quicker on his feet than any of them. Using his small height to his advantage, he stepped out of their reach with ease and kicked them in places where it hurt the most. A few strikes with his metal tonfa(which proved to be real after all)effortlessly had those bullies kissing dirt in record speed. Relentlessly though, the kid continued to let out his beatings even when they pleaded for mercy. It was now starting to get out of hand.

"P-Please, no more! W-We're sorry!" One of the boys cried desperately, his face now dirty and bruised.

"This is what happens when herbivores flock together." The little boy raised his weapon for another thrashing, until a hand swiftly grabbed his wrist from behind.

"Whoa there kid, I think they learned their lesson." Tsubasa spoke in a calm manner.

With the kid distracted, the four punks managed to scurry away while cursing threats of revenge and other profanities. Nevertheless, the head perfect will get her subordinates to take care of them later. She made a quick call on her cell phone in advance just in case.

The restrained boy glared up at the older female with his piercing gray eyes. At that very moment when their gazes met, all doubt had been pushed aside.

'Target, acquired.' Tsubasa mentally smirked in triumph.

"You're Hibari Kyouya, correct?" The perfect released her grip on his wrist.

The boy immediately jumped back and held his weapons in defense, "What of it? What gives you the right to interrupt my affairs?"

"Fukami Tsubasa, head of Namimori's Junior High disciplinary committee," Tsubasa boasted proudly, "You've caused quite a stir here. As chairwoman I can't take that lightly, so you'll be coming with me."

"I don't follow herbivores."

The teenager raised a brow, "Herbivores? What weird name calling you have."

"Go away or I'll bite you to death."

"Now you're some kind of vampire?"

"I'm not saying it again."

"Well, you don't have much of a choice, Kyo-chan."

"Address my name properly, old hag."

It took less than a second for the insult to struck a nerve in the girl, as her left eye started twitching angrily. In retaliation, she smacked the little boy across the head with enough force to send him flying. His one way ticket on flight 'Vengeful Airlanes', ended abruptly once his body made a skidded landing on the dirt.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN OLD HAG? I'M ONLY FOURTEEN!" Tsubasa yelled furiously, an angry vein throbbing in her forehead, "Well, got any remarks there brat?"

She expected the boy to get up and follow with another snappy comment, instead she was greeted with an eerie silence. Her rage slowly began to faze down into concern, then anxiousness, and lastly...fear.

"H-H-Hey kid, a-are you all right there?" questioned the chairwoman, panic etched on her face. This was not looking too good for her. She managed to find her client in less than an hour, yet has already failed the mission by killing him!

"GAH! Don't do this to me, Kyo-chan! My old man will have my head if I screw this up!" Tsubasa crept closer to the fallen body, gently prodding him with her foot. To her relief Kyouya was still breathing, but appears to have lost consciousness.

Tsubasa gulped, "Well, can't leave him here. Hopefully that blow to his head didn't cause any permanent damage."

Grabbing the boy by the collar of his shirt, she unceremoniously hefted him onto her shoulder like a bag of flour. The teenager was rather surprised by how light and thin the kid was, considering the fact that he gave a rather ruthless pummeling on those bullies. And they were twice his size!

The older girl let out a frustrated sigh, shifting the boy on her shoulders, "This is going to be one hell of a ride."

"Work on your footing there, Kyouya!"

"Don't let those herbivores walk all over you."

"As expected, you are my son."

"When you're older...you'll look after this town for me...right?"

Back at Namimori junior high: The reception room

These words have haunted Kyouya's dreams since the incident which occurred three months ago. Although he tried to bury them deep into the back of his mind, he could not find the will to let go of these remnants of his past. While most of them were filled with happy, loving memories; there was one horrifying blood ridden nightmare, which overruled them all.

Images of gunfire, bullets hitting flesh, and a person's smiling face...streaked with crimson blood.

'It's okay...Kyouya...'

"F-Father…" The little boy uttered from his trembling lips, his forehead dripping in a cold sweat...

"Hey Kyo-chan! Your sleeping face is adorable!"

...Until a voice with a tone so obnoxious, it managed to snap him out of his agonizing slumber.

Slowly sitting up, the boy found himself lying on a soft leather sofa in an unknown cramped room. At one end of the room, there was a wooden desk stacked with piles of untouched documents. Propped behind it was a scrawny teenage girl, dressed like some kind of school thug from an all-female gang. A yanki(1), he believed they were called.

...Or at least he believed it to be a girl. Kyouya may still be a child, but he can spot a female when he sees one and this one had him stumped. Short unruly black hair, dry tanned skin, a lanky build, and furrowed thick eyebrows. If it weren't for the (extra large) girl's uniform, he could have sworn he was looking at a slender young boy. The only feminine trait about this 'girl' was her wide (and slightly bloodshot) amber eyes.

"Do I have something on my face?" Even her voice sounded androgynous to him.

A sharp pain in his head caused the boy to frown and memories from early dawned upon him.

"You…" Kyouya whispered dangerously, "You were the one who interfered with my punishment on those herbivores."

"Oh good, your brain is still in tact."

"I'll bite you to death." The young boy made a grab for his tonfas, only to find that they were no longer within his grasp.

"Looking for these?" Tsubasa twirled one of his weapons expertly in one hand, while scanning over a report in the other.

"Return them to me, now." Ignoring the boy's demand, she continued to skim through the assignment she received from her uncle.

Name: Hibari Kyouya, Age: 8, DOB: May 5. Attends Namimori grade school, and parents are both deceased. Hibari Kyouya is the son of Hibari Kiyoshi, the president of a successful financial loan and trading company. However, their true area of expertise involves underground collaboration with the mafia, as well as having a past Yakuza lineage. The Vongola are one of their most long-term clients. For many years the Hibari family held a great influence over Namimori; even gaining at least 55% of the town's property. Some of this property includes one of the local schools, Namimori Junior High school. The Hibari family have been a well known benefactor for years.

"Well, that explains the connection." Tsubasa continued to read on, while yet again paying no attention to the heated looks heading her direction.

Three months ago during a meeting, a client from the Estraneo family was outraged when Hibari refused to give them any funding for their human weaponry experiments. They came to disagreeable terms over the test subjects, which involved using unwilling children. After a brief scuffle the family left the meeting in satisfaction, once Kiyoshi received three fatal gunshot wounds from the Estraneo's subordinates.

Hibari Kyouya's grandfather has come out of retirement to run the company once again, while his aunt and uncle from his mother's side of the family have taken custody over him. Once Hibari Kyouya is of proper age, he will inherit his family's company, money, and 55% of Namimori. Until then, he will need rigorous training and the right discipline before he can claim his inheritance. This way, the company can continue their affairs with the Vongola.

Seeing no mentions of the boy's mother, the older girl assumed that she died earlier on in his life. She glanced up at the boy who now resorted to just brooding on the sofa. The murderous aura he was emitting wasn't doing well to intimidate her, but she suppose his bitterness was understandable. The lose of his father and being thrown into a twisted world of corruption has robbed him of a childhood. Perhaps it was wrong of Tsubasa for labeling the kid as a typical spoiled rich brat. Placing the file aside, she rested her chin in her palm and gazed at Kyouya with a sympathetic look in her eyes.

"Hey, Kyo-chan."

"What, old hag?"

BAM!

Kyouya clutched at the newly throbbing bump on his head; a thick hard cover textbook lay not too far from him.

'I take that back...the kid really is just a brat!' Tsubasa thought in annoyance before composing herself again.

"After having my men interrogate those kids from earlier, they said that you were the one who caused the fight," The teenager explained as calmly as possible, "The boy only bumped into you and you went ballistic on him!"

Kyouya scoffed and sprawled himself out on the sofa, "The herbivore was invading my space."

The girl blanched at the boy's blunt and arrogant response, 'What kind of reason is that?'

"Are we done yet?"

Tsubasa massaged her temples in order to ease the forming headache, "Kyo-chan, you leave me no choice. You've disrupted the order in our town, and as head of the disciplinary committee I must punish you."

Kyouya raised a brow, "You? Punish me? What can an old hag like you do?"

The chairwoman managed to suppress her anger before continuing, "From this day forth, you are to no longer call me 'old hag'. Instead, you are to address me as 'Tsubasa-senpai'. Starting tomorrow, you will be working as my assistant."

"And if I refuse?"

Tsubasa's lips curved into a mischievous smirk.

"Then…I'll bite you to death."

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Translations and cultural dictionary:

Yanki: In Japan, they are a subculture of youthful delinquents or gangsters. Female yanki in middle or high school tend to wear super long skirts or trench coats with their uniforms. They even shave their eyebrows, wear surgical masks, and ride motorcycles. For references, see Uotani Arisa from Fruits Basket.