Sorry guys, I tried to edit something but accidentally messed up all the chapters order, so here goes Ch 1 again

Hibari Kyoya's dark blue eyes met those light violet ones. His sight moved across the delicate face. Shirotatsu Hane got nervous and swallowed hard. She took a quick glance at Reborn, who was at her side, and tried to think of an escape route. Her right foot started to move backward very slowly.

Unfortunately, Reborn was an experienced mind reader. He whipped out a hammer labeled "10ton" out of nowhere and clashed it onto the floor, only half an inch from crushing her foot. She pouted and returned her foot to where it was.

"So what do you think, Hibari? It's every man's dream to have a pretty girl living in his home." Reborn grinned. Hane winced and didn't even feel slightly complimented. This was the first time she met Hibari Kyoya, but she could tell by his dangerous scent that this was not a man that would treat her well simply because she looked nice. Despite his beautiful face and not particularly muscular body, she somehow knew that he could be more dangerous than any six-feet-tall boxing champion. And she was fabulous at sensing danger.

When the No.1 Hitman returned to Italy last week, her life became total disaster. He hunted her down with his beloved CT-75 for a whole day in order to, quote, "Test your ability". Then he decided that she was too slow, too dumb and too lazy and forced her into his demonic training. The 9th generation Vongola guardians, who all claimed to love and care for her very much, made up all kinds of ludicrous reasons and hid in their rooms for three days, ignoring her SOS signals. And now she's here, being dragged across half the planet to Japan.

Hibari was not sure where this was going. He laid his eyes on Reborn, and smiled wryly, "What are you up to, infant?"

"She'd improve a lot staying in your home. I need her to change her habit of running away from things. You'd be interested in fighting her, I assure you. She is still an underachiever for a mafia member, but I have to say that she avoids danger well."

Indeed, Hane was probably the best "survivor" one could find in the world.

Since the age of three, her brother started training her. She ran away from home when she was five but broke into another hell. Constantly exposed to the menace of daggers, sword and flames, had she not escaped from them, she would have stayed in the hospital for months, if not dead. With excellent reflex, she could definitely save her own life in most circumstances, yet she was not good enough at combating. At least not good enough for Reborn.

"Reborn, how could you make such a big decision for me." Hane protested. Her instincts told her that living with Hibari Kyoya would put her life at grave danger. Unlike those aggressive mafia members, she tended to avoid danger instead of digging her feet deep in it. Reborn did not like that part of her, and was apparently trying to drown her with danger to get rid of it.

Hibari went silent for a moment, then nodded and decided her fate. Reborn kicked Hane's luggage into the house and turned to her.

"Want me to kick you in there too?"

"No thanks. I'm good."

Hane sighed and understood that this time, she could not get away with this. After several years of peace and quiet, she had landed onto a place where she had to be alert 24-7 again. She reluctantly stepped into the house. Hibari Kyoya gave a slight nod to Reborn, and closed the door.

Reborn won. As he always did.

"Your room is first door on the left." He pointed at the corridor. "Go unpack your stuff as soon as possible. We need to talk."

As she would be living here for a period of time, Hane decided to bury her distress deep down and try to enjoy the stay as much as possible. The mansion was in Japanese style-simple and elegant. Luckily, there was a bed in her room. She pushed her luggage to a corner and sat onto the bed, observing the plain decorations of the room. It was so different from her room back in the Vongola mansion. She had posters of celebrities stuck all over the wall and books of fantasy stacked in the messy shelves.

She sighed. She was never good with changes. And she really didn't want to have any talk with the person downstairs, but it was probably not a good idea to piss her landlord off in the first day. Thus, she unwillingly stood up and stretched, sliding the door open (it took her a while to figure out how to open the door). As she went through the corridor, she saw Hibari sitting on the sofa in the living room enjoying a cup of hot tea.

"Uhh... what were you gonna say?" She put her hands in the pockets and asked, a little nervous.

"Just some ground rules here." Hibari slightly chinned up, gesturing her to sit opposite of him. She did as he said, not sure where to put her hands. Putting them on her thighs seemed too formal and putting them on the arms of the chair seemed too…bossy. Eventually, she decided to rest them on the sides.

Hibari blinked at her movements and continued, "First of all, stay away from my room."

Hane shrugged and agreed. She could not imagine how boring his room would be. And she didn't even know where his room was.

"Second of all, you're getting up at 5:30 each morning, wear your uniform properly, and go to school with me at 6:15—I have already put two sets of Namimori Middle School Uniform in your closet."

"5:30?" Hane laughed. "I don't get up at 5:30. And I've already read the school rules. Lessons start at eight."

"The prefects have to arrive at school earlier. And I expect you to comply with my daily routines since you're staying at my place." Hibari replied nonchalantly. "I've heard that you can't cook."

"Bleh, of course I can." She denied without arguing about the second rule. She just would not get up that early and there was no way she could agree to that. "I know that salt is the white non-tinkling solid in the kitchen." Though she had to admit that she spent a fair amount of time to remember the fact and a loud swordsman had been exasperated about that.

"…I'll cook. You're responsible for tidying the house." Hibari took a deep breath to hold out his temper. He stood up and prepared to go back to his room. He did not like to be around people, especially one that he had barely met. Frankly, he did not feel comfortable letting an almost total stranger in his claimed area-she sort of barged into his comfort zone. Yet he did have a bit expectation in fighting her. He could tell that she was not too vulnerable.

"Okay sure." Hane pouted as she didn't really have to do any chores in Vongola, but then Hibari would probably waive her from that when he found out how much she sucked at it.

Yea, well, let's hope she could survive.