Masato Mitobe was an average Japanese male, he was 5'3 , black hair with messy bangs that was swept to the left and what ever unfortunate strands that as abandoned on the right side was tucked behind his ear. He have rectangular black framed glasses and wore the typical Namimori Middle School Uniform, the boy was 13 and there was nothing in his life that made his different from the typical middle school student. His mother was an elementary school teacher who taught at his little brother's elementary school and his father was a Psychologist that worked in the next town who always came home in time for dinner. His family have no issues, they were what people preferred to as perfect. His brother treated him like he was royalty and his parents paid the both of them as much attention as they can provide, but something was missing from his life. Adventure, he wanted to jump from an exploding building and run away from gun shots, but that may just be due to the fact he watches too many anime and spends all his money on Manga.

Masato Mitobe was...a shut in, an internet addict, he was...hopelessly bored. On his first day of Middle School, he woke up late and cluelessly ran to school praying on his soul not to be late, luckily he made it on time. His usual lazy and lop-sided smirk graced his face as he let out a heavy pants. He proceed to walk to class as the bell rang and went to his first class, he sat down in an empty seat by the window (because all important characters sit by the window) and looked at his classmate, the boy haven't feel any fear since he was seven when he got lost in the shopping district and couldn't find his parents, but looking at everyone right now, it made him a tad uncomfortable. The fact that everyone here was alike and nothing made them different than their own individual life and looks. It seems once again, it was just him in his own world. A world painted in monochromatic greys.

The day carried on as how it usually would and Mitobe was ecstatic when lunch came, he practically jump out of his seat and made his way out of the class deciding to get away from the chattering teens that were his classmates. He was in no mood to eat,after all, he wanted to get use to his surroundings, so he went on a walk to map the school. As soon as he stepped outside, he regretted it immediately, the sun was irritating as it shone in his eyes, the wind carried debris and dust into his eyes and it made them water, not to mention the sound of screaming and someone falling to the ground to a 'thud'.

Obviously, something was wrong with that last sentence, noticing this, Mitobe went to investigate. His breath hitched and his heart accelerated, he could feel his palms get sweaty and his eyes widen in anticipation. And there he saw it, or rather him. Hibari Kyoya, of course, he didn't know it was him at the time, after all, he thought he was just a rumor to keep the students behaved. Mitobe watched in wonder, much like a child on his first trip to the circus, while the disciplinary committee president beat down on the delinquents with his tonfas, they let out a vulgar growl and the remaining members who were still conscious charged at him. With out even batting an eye, the much smaller Asian male took a swing and his opponents fell to their knees. Mitobe clenched his hands and flinched as Hibari looked over to him with sharp eyes that seem to pierce into his very existent.

At that moment, the sky glowed blue, the grass turned greener, the potted flowers whose vibrant color was dull a second ago seem to have turned into the brightest shades of yellow, orange and reds. Masato Mitobe's world was no longer back and white, it was a new experience, to be amazed, to be...curious.

What is this he's feeling? Admiration, fear, wonder, happiness? He felt so many things at once, it was like a fairytale (though he preferred mangas).

"what are you doing here Herbivore?"

His voice was cold and isolated, yet Mitobe felt nothing but thrill at the moment, he felt like a scientist who discovered a new animal, he wanted to split Hibari open and find out everything that is to know about the boy, but judging from the pile of beaten bodies over to the side where Hibari was standing, he wouldn't have a chance of success.

"I was...taking a walk.." Mitobe replied lamely, he did a good job keeping his voice steady, but even a toad could tell he was nervous.

"Get back to class, or I'll bite you to death." Hibari warned as he shook the blood off of his weapon.

Mitobe's admiration fell at that on line..."I'll bite you to death." The phrase echoed in his mind like a empty hallway. Seriously, who uses that as a threat? Hibari's coolness level slowly decreased in Mitobe's perspective as he boldly replied, or rather like an idiot.

"It's lunch..."

He pushed up his glasses, since the frame was too big for his face and but it gave him an excuse to look all cool and smart, when in reality, he was only of average intelligence. The skylark glared at him holding up his weapon in a hostile manner before putting it away, Mitobe stared at the other boy, eying his every movement as he made his way over to him. He thought maybe he was going to get beat up or at least punched, but he was ignored as Hibari walked right past him. Of course, he was still curious, so he followed behind like a lost dog to the taller boy.

Hibari Kyoya stood at 169 centimeter, or 5'5, he was two inches taller than Masato Mitobe, despite his short stature, Hibari carried himself like he was of a higher order than everyone else, at least that's what Mitobe gather, but he himself was the shortest person he knew, he's been drinking his milk with hope he'll grow taller, but aside from that.

" What's your name?" Mitobe asked as he trailed behind.

"Leave me alone." Came an irritated reply.

" There's no harm in me knowing, or would you rather I prefer to you as Herbivore as well?" Within seconds, Masato as pushed up against the wall with tonfas to his neck dangerously choking him. He coughed and pull up his hands to try and lower the penalty but it didn't work as well as he liked it to.

" Don't compare me to something lowly as you."

He was lucky to even get out alive, but not with out getting a few hit from the steel weapons. Though a few bumps on the head and several bruises on his arms and abdomen was nothing to be proud of. Hardly worthy of battle scars. Hibari ended the beating when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch and gave Mitobe one more hard kick sending the smaller boy crashing up against the wall before walking away after giving one command.

"Get to class Herbivore."

Mitobe was left a crumbled pile of flesh on the floor. He picked himself up leaning against the wall for support, his lip was busted that's for sure, he could feel the blood dripping down from it, maybe he should visit the clinic. He knew one thing, the taller boy intrigued him, he was ruthless,rude, arrogant, but he was interesting. He stood up and winced when pain shot through his body, he wrap a hand on the wound and let out a heavy sigh and took a deep breath making his way to the nurse using the wall as support.

Mitobe opened the door and a nice lady greeted him with a smile before worried made it's way to her face and she sat him down on a chair.

"What happened?" She panicked as she checked the wounds with her shaking hands.

Mitobe didn't know the name of the boy who beat him up, besides, he had a feeling it would only end badly if he told anyway so he settled for "I fell down the stairs..." Before the nurse could push anymore question towards him, the door opened and caught her attention, a brown hair boy made his way in sheepishly while holding his nose. The lady rushed to his aid leaving Masato alone, she sat the boy down next to Mitobe and ran to get some bandages from the cabinet behind the curtain.

"H-hi.." The boy greeted. He had big brown eyes and spiky chestnut hair to match. He was shorter than Mitobe which made him slightly happy, the boy was about 157 centimeters, which of course was 5'1. He seemed shy and nervous judging by the way the was fidgeting with his thumbs, Mitobe offered his lazy and lop-sided smile as he replied with a greeting.

"Hello. What happened to you?" He asked

The smaller boy laughed nervously " I got hit in the face with a soccer ball..."

Mitobe stared at him almost asking as if he was serious, when he got no reply, he deemed it was the truth. "That's pathetic" He mumbled.

His company didn't reply but hung his head in shame. " What happened to you?"

"Fell down some stairs."

The same look was given to him asking if he was lying, but he remained quiet.

"What's your name?" Mitobe asked as he turn to the kid beside him.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi, nice to meet you..." Tsunayoshi gave a sweet smile, one that was much more energetic, sweet and friendly compared to Mitobe's lazy one. His voice was soft and high for a male, but it suited him well, Mitobe wasn't sure if he was much interesting, but it wouldn't hurt to have a friend.

"Masato Mitobe, you as well." He offered his hand and they shook on it, at this point, he didn't know that he just signed his boring life to a future mafia boss, but of course, he didn't know just yet. They were in different classes, which was a shame since the two boys became friends, they weren't close, but they weren't strangers, acquaintances at most. The nurse came back and patched the two up as they took turn screaming as the alcohol was apply to their skin.

When got home, his mother was worried but he assured her it was just his clumsiness, being the understanding mom that she is, she left it be as he went to his room to do is homework. Mitobe tediously look at his work and tucked his math inside his backpack. Math was one of the better subject he under stood, it was easier than say reading. Words get jumble up in his mind and he loose interest too quickly. Unlike letters, numbers always have an answer. The black hair boy opened up his computer and pulled up three tabs. One for music, one for a chat room, and one for the latest international news.

"Mom, is Mitobe going to be okay?" Masato Misaki asked his mother.

Misaki was an adorable little runt, he was average height much like the kids in his fourth class, he had lighter hair than his brother, and it was closer to a dark mocha brown than the ebony black that his mom had. He adopted traits from their father rather than the eldest who adopted it from his mother. He had baby fat on his face, making his cheeks much more squeeze able.

"He'll be fine, now go set the table." Misaki was obedient, compared to his brother who was a bit more wild and carefree. He didn't forget when his brother dyed his hair blonde during the summer to try something new, he had it spiked up in a mo-hawk and everything! Only to be bored with it later and opted for a more settling look, besides, school policy said they couldn't dye their hair. Mitobe wasn't disappointed about it, it didn't fit him at all anyway, is brother was in the gentleman stage right now. Being all well mannered and wearing a tie even with out a formal event. To Misaki, his brother was just about the coolest person ever.

Their dad returned few hours later, and around eight they would eat dinner as a family and share tales about their day.

Mitobe always have been expressive, so he never hide his emotions as well as he would like to, unless it was necessary. He told them about the scary yet intriguing boy with the black hair and steely ice cold eyes, who could easily defeat a bunch of people twice as powerful than he was, and about Tsunayoshi who became his new friend, and he certainly did not forget to mention the boring class he was stuck in. His parents laughed at his stories and pat him on the head before sending the two children to bed before they cleaned up and retire themselves.

The days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Mitobe finally settled into his middle school experience. He was still bored of everything except Hibari Kyoya, as for the name, he found it after talking to people on the internet. It actually was not as difficult as he thought it would be. He went on a few chat rooms with Namimori student that graduated last year and they clearly remembered the name, Hibari Kyoya. It amazed him how much fear a single name can strike fear into the hearts of so many people, and to this day, Mitobe is still trying to get Hibari's attention, in other words, he wants senpai to notice him. Mitobe minded his space and didn't interrupt Hibari when he was too busy or working, and as pathetic as it sounded, it was enough just for him to see the boy, so he didn't press his luck any further. Tsunayoshi gained some new friends as well, Mitobe was happy for him, but it confused him how he got them in the first place. There's a silver haired guy who goes by the name of Gokudera Hayato, he keeps calling Tsunayoshi "Tenth!" every time he sees him, which doesn't make sense until Yamamoto Takeshi, the base ball star, explained to him about the Mafia game they played. It seemed sweet and simple game, little did he know.

Masato Mitobe joined a small gang later during his first year. It was mid-afternoon as he was walking home and some how got surrounded by a bunch of thugs, three of them to be exact. The leader had a mop of messy blond hair and he looked at least 6'1, Mitobe never felt so short.

"They, isn't it a bit late for a grade-schooler to be out?" The blond teased.

Mitobe bit his tongue attempting not to blurt out something he'd regret, but he really hated being call short. Many brave heroic characters would scream and start a fight in this situation, but Mitobe knows that he won't stand a chance. He was small, frail, fragile, and well, over all weak lacking in physical strength.

"I'm in middle school..." He answered in an irritated voice. They seemed pretty amazed by his statement and he heard more comments about his short height, which took a heavy blow to his ego.

"What do you want? Money?" He asked looking at the four members. He tried to formulate a plan, maybe run away by running between their legs, and if they fight then he'll just kick them in the crotch.

"Ya got any?" The leader asked leaning toward the boy.

"No. I have a lollipop and gum if you want any."

Mitobe was started to think of scenarios, one that wasn't pleasant. "Are they going to pull a knife on me? If they stab me then I'll be stuck in the hospital, if I get stuck in the hospital then my parent will have to pay the bill, and hospital bills cost a lot...WHAT IF WHEN I GET OUT WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO AFFORD AN INTERNET CONNECTION?!" He was beginning to panic, sweat dripped down his face and he clenched his fists. How can he live with out the internet? It held so many wonders and so many things to be discovered! Can he revert back to the dark time where he didn't know about the internet? When he was naive and stupid!

" We don't want candy..." The blond replied defeated.

"Listen, we're starting a gang, so...We need members, if you want to join." The blond whispered looking at the other two as they nodded.

"why would I do that? I'm not interested in drugs or sex, besides, I'd rather be home right now. Excuse me." He replied with a smile as he began walking away only to be stopped. He didn't know what gangs do, but he knew they were trouble and they lacked class and common manners.

"We don't have drugs, but you should join, we need more members. Do it or we'll beat you up." It seemed like an empty threat so Mitobe chose to ignore it.

Mitobe doesn't know how to fight to save his life, hell...if he did, he wouldn't get beat up by Kyoya on the first day of school. Speaking of Kyoya, he really wish that he was here right now, sure it hurt his pride being a damsel in distress, but getting beat up buy a bunch of want-to-be things would hurt a lot more, at least he'd think so.

"Forget it...he's one of those shut in, leave him alone man." Said one of the members with a yellow-hoodie. He was smoking a cigarette and had brown hair.

"We need new people...Other gangs are going to look down on us." The blond answered.

"If it is all the same to you, I'm going to take my leave." Mitobe made his way around the brutes and began walking away. Once again, much to his displeasure, he was yanked back by his hair and slammed onto the ground. His glasses was knocked off his face and skid across the pavement, he felt his knee bleed and the blood dripped from the broken skin onto the black fabric of his pants.

"Let's just force him then...He might know a thing about computer or two" Another commented as the male stepped on his head with his feet. Mitobe saw hair dyed blue and he wore the uniform of a school a town over. It made him wonder why the others weren't wearing uniforms, they either quit, or changed so they won't get caught. Mitobe winced when he felt the heel dig harshly into his head.

"Is it his glasses? That's so stereotypical!" the leader asked

"Maybe it's how nerdy he looks." added the brunet.

"Are you going to join or not?" said the man stepping on his head.

Mitobe never felt so pathetic, he let out painful "Fine" and pushed himself up from the ground when he was released. He didn't want to but it was better than being abused and then thrown in an alley to rot.

A few weeks into the "gang" he didn't tell anyone about it, he thought it would at least spice up his life, but no it disappointed him greatly, all they did was played annoying pranks and pick on the weak. Mitobe have yet to jump from exploding buildings or gunshot, what he have done is sat behind a computer and give the so call gang directions because they got lost. They called them self the BloodyRose. LAME.

It's not like he had high hope for this pathetic little gathering, but to fail so horrendously...He would have thought they'd robbed someone by now. It was a disappointment, it made him feel weak just being with them. Mitobe knows he's weak, so it's unlike him to look down on someone, but them...the thought about being associated with them make him feel even weaker than he is. This is coming from a guy with no motivation for about anything and the unwillingness to even argue about wither the wind come from the west or the east.

He was sitting in their so call secret hide out (in the basement of the so call leader, who's name by the way is Shima. Not that Mitobe really cared).

"Hey, Mitobe, we're getting some new members recently, we should start having initiations right?" Shima asked him. Shima dyed his hair red, it didn't fit him, and everyone suggested that Mitobe kept that opinion to himself unless he wanted to get beat up...again, but that only reminded him of how weak and ignorant this gang really was. It also reminded him of his first encounter with Hibari Kyoya they were the type of people he'd easily beat up. He starts feeling nauseous at the mention of his name, not the bad kind, but the kind that makes you want to roll over and scream into a pillow.

"Whatever..." Mitobe answered as he scrolled down on his laptop reading the next chapter of a new manga he discovered.

"What's with that attitude?" Shima asked with an irritated voice. Mitobe looked up at the older male, he was in high school, second year, he had sharp eyes, though not as much as Hibari, his face always scowling while he tried to be scary, of course that didn't work. He stood 6'1 and still much weaker than Hibari. Mitobe stopped his thoughts immediately once he realized he was practically comparing everything about this man to Hibari Kyoya.

He closed his laptop and placed it in his bag and swung it around his shoulder.

"I'm leaving Shima. Dinner's calling."

Everyone nodded and gave him a small wave, there was a total of six members with himself included.

Shima, the red headed leader, Yuma, the brunet with the hoodie, the one who stepped on his head when they first met Kei, since he demanded to be call that. The two new members, a girl with black bobbed hair name Mari and a new guy name Balba. People and their freaking names, these weren't even their real ones, more like code names. He was the only one that didn't have one, they dare left him out of the loop...

" I'll take my leave then."

He got home later than he intended to, after walking inside he took off his shoes and went into the kitchen.

"You're home rather late." His mother greeted as she stir the soup with a ladled.

Misaki ran to hug Mitobe who returned the gesture even though he had to lean down a little.

"Sorry, I left something at a friend's house so I had to go back and get it." He lied.

Mitobe felt bad about lying to his parents, he felt horrible, after all he loved them very much, but it was for the better cause. He's been lying a lot lately, and he's grown to be a very good liar, something that he wasn't proud, but it came in handy.

School was over and his mother had a parent teacher conference so he had to pick up little Misaki on his way home, not that he mind of course, the little sibling was well behaved and listened to him so he didn't find it as bothersome.

It was fairly normal, the sun was bright and there was a slight breeze, until he head his brother's cries. A high pitch squeal that made his eardrum shatter and he quickened his pace to see what the commotion was about. Misaki was crying as the high school students push him down and made fun of his crying face. Those exact high school students just happen to be the gang that he as in, this enraged him and Mitobe dropped his school bag and walked over slowly, the gangs laughed and told him to join them, but that all stopped when an uppercut was delivered to Shima's face and everyone was shocked.

Shima fell back and hit the floor with his head hitting the concrete hard, unfortunately not hard enough to bleed.

"What the hell was that for?!" Shima yelled holding his jaw as he glared at his recruit.

"What, do you think you're doing to my brother asshole?!" Mitobe questioned as Yuma and Kei held him back from causing anymore damage. The shorter boy thrashed and tried to hit the two with his elbow. "Let go of me you dick head!" Mitobe screamed.

Misaki sat still with face still in tears as he watched his brother get pummel but kept getting up despite him being a bloody mess. Shima, Kei, and Yuma shoved him to the ground kicking, punching and mocking him. Kei grabbed his hair and pulled him up from the ground while he's still on his knees. He was bleeding from his head, the red trail dripped down his face and onto the floor, Mitobe was angry, no, he was pissed off, next thing that anyone can remembered Shima and the two other members were on the ground and Mitobe was looking up at a similar pair of eyes.

" Get up Herbivore."

Their mother ran outside hearing the commotions and Mitobe was sent to the hospital. He was okay, except for a few broken bones, but Misaki made him feel better saying how cool he was when he was beating up the other people, even though he only got one punch in. Though it was really just Hibari, the dark hair boy left immediately before their mom could even thank him. She called the police and the connection between Mitobe along with Shima and the rest of the gang was cut. Their mom told Misaki not to encourage Mitobe but over all they had a good laugh. He thanked Hibari for it the next day but he simply shrugged it off and replied with " You were crowding, next time I catch you disturbing the peace if Namimori I won't let you off so easy."

"You thought that was easy?! I was in the freaking hospital, jerk." Mitobe thought. He kept it to himself though, since he was grateful Misaki got out with only a scrapped knee and a bruised cheek.

"Get out of here Herbivore." Hibari warned before turning away. Mitobe followed him despite his warning with a dumb smile as he walked along side the prefect. The elder boy turned to his pursuer and glared as he swung the tonfas out and aimed for the head. Mitobe ducked and backed away a little looking at Hibari, the smile never left his lips, if anything it grew.

"Now now Kyoya, I just got out of the hospital." Mitobe joked as he push up his glasses giving a small shrug of the shoulders.

"Don't make me put you back in there..."

He knew it was a threat, a serious one that Hibari plan to carry out, and yet he can't help but feel a little flatter by the warning. It meant they were getting somewhere. Warnings use to be nonexistent, meaning if Hibari wanted to beat him up, he would do so without wasting a word. At least his reflexes are getting better thanks to the sudden ambush.

Mitobe have been hanging out with Tsuna a lot more often lately. After leaving the gang he had a lot more free time, most of it was on the internet watching cat videos, and messing with Hibari.

"I'm bored..." He whined as he laid on the top of the roof along with Tsuna, Gokudera, and Yamamoto. It was lunch time and the three boys hummed in agreement.

"Maybe you can join us in the next Mafia game!" Yamamoto laughed as he chew on his food.

"You sure Takeshi? How many people are needed anyway?" Mitobe asked, he always call people by their first name, especially when he's familiar with them, it only took him a week to address them the way he does now, even though Gokudera hated it, it only made it more interesting.

" I don't think it matters, right Tsuna?" Yamamoto asked.

"Please leave me out of it..." said boy replied nervously.

"But Tenth! You're the boss!" Gokudera praised turning to Tsuna.

"Really? This pipsqueak?" Mitobe asked as he sat up and leaned back on his arms for support.

Yamamoto laughed since he knew it was a joke, Gokudera on the other hand, well, he started yelling and tried to murder Mitobe while Tsuna tried to calm him down. Mitobe on the other hand, didn't really take it as a threat and scoff it off.

"Why not...I need something to do anyway."

"Ciaossu~"

"REBORN!?" the three boys screamed in a synchronized pace

"So much screaming today..." Mitobe thought as he turned to the mysterious voice.

Oh, what do you know, a tiny baby dressed up in a fancy suit and fedora. Cute, Mitobe have always been fond of kids, mainly kids who are shorter than him, it made him feel superior and powerful.

Mitobe only looked at the small child while Tsuna panicked, how did he ever get in this situation? Surrounded by three mafia members and one famous Hitman.

"It seems we've gain another comrade, useless Tsuna." Reborn smiled and his eyes emitted a mischievous spark.

"Reborn, don't drag anymore people into this..." Tsuna begged

" It's just a game right Tsuna?" Mitobe asked not understanding

"Not another Yamamoto!" Tsuna screamed in his head.

Gokudera scoffed at Mitobe thinking he was just as idiotic as Yamamoto.

"Anyway, sure I'm in..." Mitobe smiled.

"Fantastic, we'll begin you training. I am reborn, the world's greatest Hitman." Reborn introduced himself.

"Okay, cool." He replied.

Things were getting interesting.

"So I heard Tsunayoshi is boss according to Hayato here." Mitobe informed.

"Don't use my first name so casually!" Gokudera warned as he sent a heated glare to Mitobe.

"My apology." He wasn't even sorry.

Reborn pulled his fedora lower and smirked once again.

"Yes, he's the tenth Vongola boss." Reborn told Mitobe as he tugged on his sleeve.

"So where do I fit into this? Am I his subordinate?"

"Yes, so are Gokudera and Yamamoto."

"Okay."

"Do you know how to fight?" Reborn asked.

"No, sorry~" He replied truthfully.

Reborn looked at the boy analyzing his best traits and his worst one, from what the genius infant can tell, Mitobe was smart, he was able to adapt easily to situations and go with the flow, and he was flexible, but judging by his physique he's weak so he would need something like a small knife and not a sword like Yamamoto, he seem to be fitted for a switchblade, seems to clumsy and unorganized to shoot a gun. His faults however...He was easily pressured into things and never really bother to defend himself. He'll easily take a beating and have almost no resolve. The boy also seem hot headed and rush into things with out thinking about it first, but he was sure he can fix that easily. Reborn still had some hope for the boy, he wasn't suited for battle though, and even Reborn wasn't so cruel as to throw a poor little kitten into a den of lions. Unless it was Tsuna, then it was for the sake of the Vongola, so it was okay to be entertain by it.

"Lunch is almost over, let's go before Kyoya come here and murder us." Mitobe joked as he stood up from the floor of the roof and dusted himself off.

"We have ten minutes left." Gokudera replied as he looked up to Mitobe.

"Not for me~ I have to go march to my death, and by that I mean go find Kyoya and try to not die."

"Why do you keep bothering him? You get beat up for it..." Tsuna asked trying to put his words nicely as possible. After all, he didn't want to sound rude and accidentally offend the taller boy.

" He interests me." Was his only reply as he headed down the stairs.

The three that were left on the roof stared as he left. Reborn chuckled in his usual childish voice.

"what is it Reborn?"Yamamoto asked curiously with his bright smile, there was no question why so many girls loved him.

"Masato Mitobe...He's unpredictable sometimes." The infant have been watching possible recruits for the Vongola, one who are loyal to Tsuna and won't betray him, after all he was training the tenth Vongola here, he had no room for screw ups.

Mitobe skipped down the hall, exaggerating of course, he calmly walked down the hall like a decent human being. A lot of people were scurrying about talking to their friends and transferring papers and boxes from room to room.

He stopped by the reception room and opened the door peaking inside before walking in completely.

"Hello Kyoya~!" Mitobe greeted as he walked up to the desk where the Disciplinary president was seating and behind a desk fill with paper work.

The only reply he got back in return for his greeting was a sharp glare and a pointy pencil flying into his direction, which luckily he dodged, or else he would have lost an eye.

"What are you doing here herbivore?" Hibari asked as he continue to glare at the fellow Asian.

"Just visiting."

"I told you not to come here anymore. You're crowding and it's irritating."

"So hostile Kyoya..."

"Stop using my first name."

"Then stop calling Herbivore, I have a name."

"I don't care get out."

Mitobe let out a sigh and leans onto the desk using his hands to support him and looked at the papers on the wooden desk.

"Budget for the committee right?" He observed as he picked up a piece of paper.

Looking over the math, he glance over before adding a comment that made Hibari even angrier.

"You forgot to add the 5% that you used to cover the fact that a drug dealer was on campus. Good job if I may add."

Mitobe was a flatterer, a little compliment never hurt anyway.

"While you're at it, there's a lot of tension between the Basketball club and Softball team, they were discussing who gets the gym on what day and a tournament is coming up. Problem is they wish to have it on the same day at the same time, just a little information freebee of course." He added placing the paper down. Hibari Kyoya was not amused, he didn't like people marching into his business, and what pissed him off the most was the fact that this kid, Masato Mitobe wasn't even in the disciplinary club, Kusakabe was his right hand, not this random kid who followed him around like a lost dog.

Mitobe smiled despite the cold look and placed the papers back on the stack he got it from.

"I'll be heading to class before you "bite me to death" yes? I don't think I'm ready, that's a bit kinky dearie." He joked as he exit the room. Hibari threw another pencil after the boy and it stuck into the door but the prefect still heard his mocking laugh in the hall. Too bad for him he couldn't chase down the weakling Herbivore right now, but he have more important task to attend to than a small fry who doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut.

Hello...u-umm...So I'm kind of scared, I only have word pad and no one read this before I upload it, but I did my best to make it work. If anything doesn't make sense, please let me know and I will go back and fix it.

I noticed that there is NO male Oc story anywhere. Or maybe I wasn't looking hard enough, I know there's a lot of fantastic female ones as well as ones with many potential, so if you want to read more Male!Oc stuff, I'll be at your service~!

I look forward to your reviews, especially if you either want to see more, or think I should try something different. I would love it either way to get a feed back. :D Reviews would be great.