"Don't be scared

I've done this before

Show me your teeth

Show me your teeth"

Chapter 1: Explosive

The silence irritated her, and she had half the mind to scream just to ease the tension.

The teacher wrote hurriedly on the chalk board, producing an algebraic equation twice the size of what he would always give. The students were rigid, to the point where no one dared move. Outside the window, the birds had stopped chirping and there was no wind to rustle the leaves of the trees. It was as if they were deliberately muting themselves for him. As if terrified.

Which was weird because, really, when you're Hibari Kyouya, you really do have the power to scare the crap out of everyone.

It was always like this. Everyday he would always patrol around the school, not even caring to come to his own classes. In a way, he was a hypocrite, punishing students for cutting classes when he himself did so regularly. Nobody had the nerve to say that to him, though, because before they could even utter more than three words, they were already on the floor, bleeding from being 'bitten to death'. He was like that- always letting his tonfas do the talking. There was no objecting. It was because of him that class II-A was so... dull.

The classroom was the one closest to the Reception Room, where the Disciplinary Committee Chairman spent most of his time in school. When he wasn't enforcing the actual discipline, of course. He had been disturbed in his sleep one too many times from the usual classroom noise that he had come in the room to severely punish whoever woke him from his slumber. In a few seconds, the loud teen had fallen to the floor in a useless heap. And nobody could forget that episode- especially the student who was now in the hospital because of the incident.

No one in the class said anything of it, in fact, no one said a word at all. And just like that, a spell of eternal silence fell over the class, and each one was too scared to speak out, to go against the deadly prefect.

But one student felt the certain need to break this unspoken rule- Nishimura Misaki.

The young girl was, to put it in blunt terms, bored. No one wanted to hold a conversation with her, scared they'll end up like Matsuda Satoshi, the boy Hibari almost put in a coma. Perhaps it was her fault that the prefect had had his fill of noise- after all, her voice was always the loudest, the one who always stood out. Maybe Satoshi was the unfortunate one to end Hibari's short patience, the unlucky boy who had recieved the prefect's blows.

But she could care less for that. She had enjoyed the class up until that incident, and things went downhill for her sanity after it. After all, who wouldn't go crazy not talking to anyone for that long? She could remember that vague feeling of wanting to do something- anything, just to break out of this boring routine. Even jumping off the school roof appealed to her just for something to do- but she wasn't suicidal, so she brushed the urge off.

And so it was more out of stupidity that she crossed paths with Hibari Kyouya.


"This is stupid." She sighed to herself. Day thirty-two of class II-A's muteness. She was tired of saying next to nothing from morning to afternoon, and honestly, her throat was getting dry. She pulled her knee-length socks higher, out of habit as she settled in her seat. Her voice was the only thing that echoed in the classroom, and her classmates whipped their heads to her, horrified expressions on their faces.

Che. As if Hibari Kyouya'll wake up with THAT comment. You're too paranoid, people.

She banged her head on the desk with a slight thunk. Oh, how she wished she could transfer classes (and lower herself a grade). Class I-C seemed so lively- partly because most of her friends were there. Dame-Tsuna, Kyoko, Hana, Hayato, and Takeshi. Sometimes Haru would come to the class as well, if only to see Tsuna. Lambo and I-pin would drop by at times, but they'd always cause explosions and irritation. And then there's the last baby, Reborn. She couldn't exactly say she trusted him, but she did find him cute. Except when he had a gun.

A timid knock on the classroom door broke the tense atmosphere. The door slid open, and the teacher entered, heading straight for the blackboard. She could see that there was a scar on his forehead, but everyone knew where that came from; what else but Hibari Kyouya's tonfa? The poor teacher had attempted to save Satoshi from the prefect's wrath, but was hit unconscious, his head bleeding, in his effort.

All because the prefect had been awoken from his slumber.


P.E. She hated it, yes, but there was a small part of her that thanked whoever invented physical education. After all, it was the only time they were away from the classroom- and more importantly, the sleeping Hibari Kyouya. The gym was filled with voices, and for once, she felt happy. She fidgeted in the short P.E. shorts, feeling conscious as some girls stared at her arms and legs. They were playing volleyball, and she was excused, not knowing if the reason was for medical precautions or just that she sucked at sports.

The popular girls bubbled with happiness at the opportunity of gossiping- they couldn't do that in class anymore. Misaki scowled at them, her hazel eyes narrowing as she saw them steal a glance at her before laughing obnoxiously. These girls, she rolled her eyes, when they don't know something they resort to gossiping about it.

"Hey, Misa-chan!"

She looked up from her spot and smiled instantly. "Hi, Mai-chan!"

The girl plopped down beside her, her raven hair fluttering as she turned to Misaki excitedly."Did you hear?"

She raised an eyebrow. "What exactly would I hear in such a freakingly silent classroom?" she deadpanned, and Asakura Mai giggled, not the least bit fazed by her friend Misaki's comment.

"Sato-kun is going to be released from the hospital today!" ignoring her bestfriend's expression, she smiled to herself. Asakura was Matsuda Satoshi's girlfriend, and the fact that she'd be able to see him again in class pleased her. Misaki eyed the girl beside her.

"You know, sometimes I envy your lovelife." she pouted, and Asakura grinned. "You're so lucky when it comes to men."

"Ahahaha~ you're the only one who says that, dear." Asakura laughed. "And who wouldn't want to date you? I mean, I like your hair-" she motioned to Misaki's almost-blonde brown strands, framing her face lightly, "and your skin is so smooth and white! Plus, you're very pretty!" Asakura smiled at this, her jade eyes twinkling.

"You forgot the part where my arms and my legs aren't easy on the eyes." she frowned, her eyes trailing over the limbs, which were bare because her P.E. Teacher did not approve of her arm warmers and long socks. Deep scars covered the the skin, leaving only a few inches of skin with no traces of past wounds, immediately visible and can only be covered by knee-high socks and arm warmers. Most people stared at it, disturbed. It was because of this that she became so conscious of it, and she couldn't help but cover it to draw the stares away.

"Bah. Who cares about your legs? Your face is up there-" Asakura touched her nose lightly, getting a smile from the other girl. "-and your skin is blindingly white, anyway. That's still to die for."

Misaki nodded, thankful that at least one of those girls was her friend. The teacher blew a whistle, and Asakura excused herself, going to the court for her turn to play. She watched her friend score point after point, once again feeling pathetic.


She coughed. "S-sorry. I haven't been able to speak since forever. What was your question again?"

The lunch bell had caused her to sprint out of the room, excited to see her friends and actually talk. They settled on the rooftop, eating in a circle. Yamamoto was eating sushi, and time to time, Misaki would snatch a piece from him. She had made bentos for all of them, containing a simple tempura dish.

"Idiot, Juudaime asked if you could help him with math." Gokudera had bonked her lightly on the head, and she stuck her tongue out at him, setting aside her bento. Apparently, being their senpai didn't matter to Gokudera. She didn't necessarily mind, even encouraging them to get rid of the -senpai suffix. It seemed appropriate to her, anyway.

"Bah, screw math." she laughed, and Yamamoto laughed with her. She looked at him and pouted. "Take-chan, if you would just put a little more effort in your studying you'd be a super genius. I envy you."

Tsuna almost cried, saying "I'm No-Good Tsuna, anyway~" he sounded dejected, and Misaki patted his head in sympathy, tousling the brown spikes.

"That's okay, Juudaime! I'll tutor you!" Gokudera's eyes brightened at the prospect of being useful to Tsuna, and Yamamoto piped out;

"Me too!"

"Shut up! I'll only help Juudaime!" Gokudera frowned, and Nishimura could see his nostrils flaring. She laughed, seeing Gokudera's eye twitch in annoyance.

"That's too bad. Ahahaha~" Yamamoto laughed, taking it all lightly and rubbing the back of his head.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gokudera yelled, and Yamamoto just laughed again.

"Nothing. Ahahaha~" Misaki giggled at their bickering- or one-sided argument, in her eyes.

"Baseball freak!"

Gokudera continued cursing and insulting Yamamoto, while the latter laughed it off, not very disturbed by it. She didn't think anything of it, coming to the conclusion that Gokudera liked Yamamoto more than he admitted, but didn't know how to express it like normal people do. Their voices filled the rooftop's otherwise empty atmosphere, and Misaki laughed at Tsuna's panicked expression.

"Ah! You two, don't fight!" Tsuna pleaded, his voice mixing in with Gokudera's yells of anger. It must have been a little too loud, for there was the sound of someone waking up and the clang of metal.

The four teens looked to where the sound was coming from. Two of the teens exclaimed in surprise.

"HIIEEEEE!" Tsuna wailed, his already messy hair standing up. His fear was apparent, and if she had noticed it, she would have laughed. But she was stuck in her own world.

"What the fudge?" Misaki stood up immediately, arms taking a defensive position in front of her face, fearing the worst. He's here!

"Hibari-senpai!" Yamamoto greeted, his cheerfulness doing nothing to break the tense atmosphere. "Wanna join us? Nishi-chan made some lunch~"

"You herbivores are crowding." He said simply, his tonfas suddenly appearing from nowhere. His face was blank, but one could see the satisfaction in his blue eyes at the sight of Tsuna's nervousness.

I've got to know where he pulls them out from. Some kind of black hole? Or maybe an invisible cape? Misaki thought to herself, random thoughts taking over. Hah~ I bet I can predict what he says next. And, as if on auto-pilot, her mouth opened, saying the words she never heard others speak without getting beaten to a pulp by the prefect himself.

Her vision dimmed. Suddenly, her surroundings became black and white, and the only thing that had color was Hibari Kyouya's blue-grey eyes, staring cruelly at her friends. It was like some kind of action movie, the lead character confronting the villain and spitting in their face in the process. Not.

"And? Are you gonna bite us to death or something?" she stuck out her tongue for added effect, and Tsuna wailed;

"Misaki-chan! Don't!"

Immediately, Hibari's eyes met with hers. His mouth turned upwards slightly, amused and itching for a fight. That woke her out of auto-pilot state. He seemed irritated, to say the least.

Fuck. I don't wanna die yet! That single thought echoed in her mind and she inched backward, the wind blowing her hair about. Their eyes locked, and she could sense that he wasn't going to let the insult go.

"Herbivore." His lips curved upward, his teeth showing their blinding white, a semblance of a smile, but not the kind of smile where he was simply happy. No, it was a smile that yelled out to her, Target sighted; Mission: Bite to death!

Shit. I've angered Hibari Kyouya. I'm gonna die! Goodbye, world~ I'm sorry, Otou-san, Okaa-san. I didn't get the chance to say goodbye. Sorry Ryuu-nii, I never got to tell you that your girlfriend was perfect for you. Sorry Tsu-chan, Haya-chan, Take-chan, I never got to treat you to my favorite ramen shop. I'm sorry I never got a real boyfriend, too. Or my first kiss, or my first date-

"Don't worry Juudaime! I'll protect you!" Gokudera whipped out his bombs, and for a minute, Misaki wondered if they were real or not, his voice waking her out of her thoughts. The next second, she knew the answer to her unanswered question.

Smoke bombs!

An explosion filled the rooftop, and a hand grabbed the back of her uniform, half-dragging her to the exit. She coughed, the wind knocked out of her as she struggled to see who was pulling her from the dust cloud. In the smoke, she could see the faint outline of the prefect and a fuzzy creature flying close to his head. Her mouth opened and she screamed, making Yamamoto wince as he dragged her down the stairs, hitting her shoulder on a wall in the process.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"


:) I feel pathetic. LOL. Please review, eh? Tell me what you think. :3 Reviews are a writer's fuel. :))

(Oh, oh~ and guess what song I used at the beginning of this chapter. :3)