A/N: Just one of the stories I had in mind. Hope you enjoy reading!

WARNING: Might be swearing? At least partially…

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR. It is rightfully owned by Akira Amano.

In this world, there's something that everyone respects. Of course, it's not that big, and judging from most people's point of view, it is seen as vandalism. But now… graffiti is more like a different type of art. Sure there are different types of them, like that simple bubble writing with two colours or just the squiggly line that is a signature, but now there are certain people who created masterpieces using these fiddly spray cans. Maybe you think graffiti is a nuisance because it's hard to clean up but trust me, you'll want to have a look at what some people can do.

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"Hey, pass me the orange. I'm done," said the brown haired teenager clad in black, then quickly added, "Um, don't throw them please! Just put it in my hand."

"Yep! It's kinda hard to see in the dark so I won't throw it," said the black haired teen who laughed and put the spray can into the other's palm. There were a calm even spray coming from the can and then it spluttered just as the teen finished.

"Phew, we'll have to get some more."

Sprayed on the wall was a person who was spray painting the wall with the colours of the rainbow, supporting the rights of same sex marriage and relationships. The partners wore black clothes to blend into the night, hoods to cover their hair and a mask to cover their faces. Neither of them really knew who the other was despite knowing the eyes, hair and nose.

"You know, you're really kind. This stuff really does send out the message though," said the black haired teen.

In the corner of the spray paint was the orange word: TARGET, and then the number 27 beside it.

"So are you going to or not, 80?" said the brunette, packing up all his things, making sure they didn't leave any evidence.

"Haha, I will, 27~" said the other teen then getting a blue spray paint can and spraying the number 80 next to the 27.

The two of them heard footsteps heading their way and the followed by a flash light. The two of them smiled to each other and went packing leaving the sight. They ran fast and silently weaving through alleyways they knew and had ever so often spray painted. Although they had been doing this for two years and a bit, it was interesting how people often reacted to their 'art.'

The two teenage boys laughed as they scaled a wall and sat on the ledge, peering over to see a man with a flashlight pointing it right at the art they had just finished.

"How many have you done so far?"

"That's the 59th one," replied the brunette, smiling smugly at his achievements.

"So, are we going to meet for real one day? It's been a year and a half since we started together," said the black haired teen.

"Maybe. Do you live in Namimori? Well obviously you do," stated the brunette. He checked his bag, finding all his spray cans available.

"You want to do one more? Just a really simple one to, you know, mock the guy there," said the other teen laughing lightly. Should the brunette ever meet the real guy, he would recognise him first with the laugh.

"Yeah, why not?" And so the teens started to spray words of a message aimed indirectly towards the guy who first saw their 59th art work. The final bit, like all the other messages they've done together, said: Graffiti is fun and it's not a hobby. It's a job that tells you that it's art. Give us a blank wall and we'll make it colourful. – Target 27 & 80.

"Oka-" said the black haired teen only to be cut off falling off the side of the building.

"Ah!" cried out the brunette. He was angry at himself for not being able to save him. "Are you okay?"

"Ahahaha! I'm okay! I think I just sprained my wrist," said the other, standing up straight. Luckily it wasn't the other side of the building or he would have plummeted a staggering 8 stories instead of 1.

"Oh thank god." The brunette helped him up the roof. After the brunette was done fussing over his arm, the black haired teen had to go. Calling it a day, they waved good bye to each other as they made their way home to sneak back into bed at 3am in the morning.

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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"Ugh…" the brunette looked up from his bed and towards the alarm clock.

"Ah… 8:10am… OH SHI-"

"Ara, Tsu-kun? Are you up?" asked his mother from downstairs. She was a lovely lady, and you can't blame her for being so oblivious to her son's… habits at night.

"Yep! I'm coming down!" cried the teen as he quickly dressed into his clothes and stumbled downstairs tripping over the second last step like always. He got back up and took whatever was on the plate, the bento that was on the bench and instantly headed out. He had less than 5 minutes to get to school and he did not want to get bitten to death by a certain someone.

"Tsu-kun!" called out his mother. "Ara… what a forgetful boy, he forgot that he set his alarm twenty minutes early." She hummed a small tune and chuckled at her son as he sped down the streets.

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"I'm so going to die," said the brunette. He glided through the suburban streets with ease, going through the quickest routes that he had discovered as a graffiti artist who often ran away from police looking for the short thin person who spray painted on perfectly white walls or on places where it was near impossible to get rid of, like on the common train. He'd spray paint on the windows and give the people who were on the inside look out at the art and still be able to look outside at the view. The people from the outside would look at the art work which seemed like a bunch of doodles, art works and words combined to be piled into a group over the train carriage.

Police ended up giving up cleaning it up and the public didn't seem to mind it except for those who were against graffiti on public transport and such. The graffiti looked stylish and gave some spice the plain dark walls they see each day on the way to work.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi," said the cold steely voice.

"Hieee! Hibari-sempai!" cried out Tsuna, "I'm sorry for being late!"

"Hn, you are not late. In fact, you are too early. You are here five minutes before you are allowed in the school," said Hibari.

'Oh yeah, we can't enter until 8am. Wait. I'm NOT LATE!' thought Tsuna. He fist pumped, as it was one of the rare times he actually got to school early. He had barely five hours of sleep, but he's had worse. Anyways, school doesn't start until 8:15am.

"I will bite you to death for entering the school at the wrong time." And took out his tonfas from nowhere.

"Hie! Hibari-san, I can just wait here until I can enter!" cried out Tsunayoshi putting his hands out in hopes that he would listen. Hibari clicked his tongue and put away his tonfas in a swipe of the air. Sometimes, Tsuna wondered where he put them. Were they up his sleeves? But then you would be able to see the steel through the white sleeves. Maybe he had them in his hands all the time but had something that could make it invisible. What if he had some mechanism that followed him everywhere and it was like a secret invisible pocket in the air? Or what if he just put it somewhere it unable to be seen like, it was strapped to his stomach. His arms usually were by his side, so maybe they were there.

The bell rang in due time and Tsuna was able to enter. He made himself cosy under the Sakura tree that was deposited in the side of the school where no one really went.

"Oh, someone's here," said a gruff voice. A delinquent perhaps that slipped past Hibari and went in the school a different way. "Oh, if it isn't Dame-Tsuna. Got the blues?"

The brunette stiffened up at the mention of his stupid nick-name. Honestly, he couldn't believe it stuck with him from middle school. He was only part way through his first year at high school. The reason he started his secret profession as a graffiti artist in his second year of middle school, was to get his mind off the bullies and people who called him DAME all. The. Freaking. Time.

"What do you want?" asked Tsuna.

"Oh, so he's talking back now~" said one of the other delinquents. "You wanna teach him a lesson? Maybe he can learn something, finally."

'Well fuck my life,' thought Tsuna as he was roughly grabbed by the arms. There was a few kicks in the stomach then a punch every now and then in the face and chest. One of the kicks went too far and cracked a rib or two. One of them, at the same time, stomped on his foot, but ended up stepping on his ankle which he could feel roll out of its socket. Cursing under his breath, he struggled not to cry out in pain.

"C'mon guys. It's nearly bell time," said their leader.

'Glad you care about the bell time,' thought Tsuna as he tried to gather himself off the ground. Despite the pain in his ankle, he inspected it and nudged it a few spots. When he was certain, he gave it a quick push as it went back in place. He bit his tongue at the pain and poked his chest. It could heal over time, but his breathing will be hindered, and his running as well. It would require more effort to run at night.

Shuffling along, he made his way to the front entrance where the demon prefect would be standing watching guard for late students. Waiting for the bell to go, he then went up to Hibari.

"Can you admit me from class?" he asked.

"Hn. One thing then you can," replied Hibari. Only on rare occasions did he let Tsuna, but since he got to school early, it seems like he got a free pass, or so he thought. A tonfa crashed into his face, knocking him out. Smirking, Hibari slung the small and light teen over his shoulder and made his way to the infirmary.

When he got there, he just let go of the brunette as he flopped onto the bed. Hibari signed one of the papers and put it on the desk and left.

It was a good ten minutes before Tsuna woke up. Groaning, he felt a bump on his head from falling backwards and then a half swollen half bruised mark on his forehead, which was obviously from a steel tonfa. It's a miracle that he hasn't died yet. He shuddered as he just hoped that the 'yet' will never come.

"Where's the painkillers again?" he asked himself. Being a constant visitor to the infirmary, he memorized where most of the things were. The nurse never was in the office and not many people got hurt in high school, except for him, of course.

He pulled out a small packet of tablets and promptly chugged down five tablets to get rid of the migraine and the ringing in his ears. The rest would go to the rest of his body. And that headache was only from Hibari. He cleaned himself off with a paper towel and disinfect and scratches he could find that scattered his body. The bruises, he could only put a cooling cream on them, and the broken ribs would just have to be bandaged up. Bending down and stretching his arms around his chest had now become a hard task.

Thinking he was done, he stood up again only to slump back down as he clutched his ankle. It was slightly swollen and a purple colour. Sort of disgusted at his own wound, he bounded a long strip of bandage around it. His walking would be a bit stiff, but it was better than slumping down all the time. He put a large patch over his forehead, which still wasn't able to cover the red-purple from the tonfa mark.

Sighing, he spotted the paper that Hibari signed. Maybe they would, one day, become friends. It was a chance. He filled in some of the parts that he could and marked down the time he left the infirmary and walked towards his class.

On the way, he was met by a teacher, who was very kind, and asked whether he was okay, seeing him all patched up.

"You should call a teacher over to the infirmary if you're hurt," she said.

"Ah, I'm sorry, sensei. But I think I shouldn't trouble any sensei-s especially when class is on," replied Tsuna with a bright smile. The younger female teacher seemed flustered at the boy's kindness and told him to get a move on if he didn't want to be scolded by his teacher.

'If he wasn't always hurt, he'd actually look like a decent young man,' thought the teacher.

"I'm sorry, I'm late sensei."

"Sawada! Late again?" sneered the teacher. What's his name again… oh of course! NEZU.

"I was bitten to death by Hibari-sempai," bluntly said Tsuna. Some of the class sniggered while the others pitied him for being the victim of Hibari. Nezu didn't find the reason plausible though.

"Sir, he has a tonfa mark on his forehead, if you can't tell," said a student who often taunted the stupidness of Nezu.

"I-I can see that! Return to your seat at once, Sawada!" barked Nezu, annoyed and took his anger on Sawada.

"Hai~"

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Lunch time

"Hey Dame-Tsuna, tripped again?" sniggered a student who stuck his leg out and Tsuna deliberately fell over it, avoiding further damaging his ankle. He still had to put up with this till the end of high school. Two more years and a few more months. Too long for his liking.

He looked down as he went out of the hall way and up towards the roof. He could hear cries coming from outside but payed no attention to them. That's until he saw the person who was on the ledge of the roof outside the fence.

"YAMAMOTO'S JUMPING OFF THE ROOF!" was what the students were crying. Wide-eyed and frantic, Tsuna stared. He was so familiar.

"Hey stop!" shouted Tsuna, putting whatever he had on the ground.

"Oh… Dame-Tsuna, it's you."

"Yamamoto, right? You shouldn't do this! You still have a purpose in this world!"

"Well, you probably have felt like me before. Being Dame and all that. At least you're good at being clumsy," said Yamamoto, looking very depressed. Tsuna was a bit offended, but now wasn't the time.

"I was just being with my friend and me being so stupid and careless, I broke my arm," he babbled, "how am I supposed to help him now?"

He finally realised who it was.

"80, right?" said Tsuna with a calm voice. He quickly looked up.

"You-"

Tsuna easily climbed over the fence and stood beside him. The building was just a bit over a regular 4 story building. Tsuna took off his jacket and tied it over his head, making it look like the mask he wore.

"C'mon, it's not that bad. Trust me. Let's do it like the thrilling times." Yamamoto's eyes widened as he recognised 27's voice and nodded slowly and laughed a bit. He took off his own jacket and put it around his head like his mask. They nodded and laughed together as they did something that the spectators did not expect them to do. As graffiti artists, they were constantly on the run, so learning how to land safely or get away from people was very important. Though they've only done the max of a four stories, it was still hard to land properly.

As soon as they left the not so-very-safe ledge of the building, they flipped in the air, slowing their fall as they maintained an angled position in the air. Though it did not seem possible, the amount of practice the two went through to perfect the fall was immense and as they touched the ground they rolled forward quickly and then turning onto their side and getting up and running like the wind.

It was a flowing sort of fall, like how you roll forward and stand up without using your hands. They high fived each other as they ran away from the bewildered crowd.

"Who was that?"

"Was that a stunt?"

"That's a prank right?"

Many rumours and gossip flashed across the school. When Tsuna and Yamamoto came to a stop, Tsuna gave a light punch to Yamamoto saying just how terrified he was to see him about to jump off the roof.

"I'm sorry! I'll treat you to some sushi some time," apologised Yamamoto.

"Ah, I forgot my lunch on the roof," remembered Tsuna.

"I'll get it for you," offered Yamamoto.

"Actually, I want you to stay away from the roof for a while," said Tsuna as he headed off to get on the roof.

Yamamoto was bombarded with questions when he returned to class about what on earth he was doing. Every now and then Tsuna's and Yamamoto's eyes connected a few times as they smirked to themselves, happy knowing who 27 and 80 were.

'I didn't realise he was in my class till now, though,' thought Tsuna. He stared out the window where he saw some of the Disciplinary Committee members, painting over something brightly coloured on the blank wall.

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Thank you for reading! It seemed like this idea hadn't been used before, so I decided to have a go with it. Funny how the idea was inspired by a freaking study work book. My god.

That was me typing everything with one go and I hope you liked the longer chapters. I might have the chapters for this story longer than the others. I really enjoyed typing this and please R&R because that's what keeps me typing/writing!

Bye Bii~

Zaira Swift.