Yeaaah (≧∇≦)/ A new XS story! i've always wanted to write this one. I got the idea last year from one of my from friends in college (ok not actually EVERYTHING, but at least the part with the window). As i said earlier, it will be my last fanfiction of this year m(_ _)m and i'm not planning on writing anything else next year.

But put sad things aside.

For once i wanted to use AAAALL the knowledge i earned with all those years of reading yaoi and use it in a fanfiction, so i hope you'll like it!

Namimori University was a simple and very ordinary university, like any other. Courses would always start quietly in the morning and end up the evening in a happy and cheerful hubbub. In general, students' everyday life was fairly quiet compared to their Tokyo compeers. After all, Namimori was a way smaller town, far from the jam-packed streets, the never ending honking, the skyscrapers and the stress of big cities… Indeed, it was nearly a heaven for the ears and the eyes, just like a Zen garden that would remain forever intact, adorned every year by a sea of trees…

But that day, noon came and all together with a deafening anCHAd scary battle cry from one of the university's amphitheaters.

"Vooooi, did I say you could leave yet? Listen when I'm talking to you, damn brats!"

The order was immediately followed by all the students coming back to their sit as fast as if they hadn't left them yet. The kids were in their first year and it was actually their very first course in Namimori U, so it was still new for them. Their seniors, though, would have never made the same mistake: getting out before professor Superbi give you his gracious permission? That was absolutely unthinkable.

Superbi Squalo was known to be the scariest, the evilest, and yet the most gorgeous professor in the college, so gorgeous some female (and male) students even deliberately chose his program only in order to see his six-foot slender body, his deep and grave greyish orbs, just like moonstones, inlayed within delicate features that would never give away his 32 years old, and, most of all, the long and stunning waist-length silvery hair waving and shining graciously at each one of his steps… In point of fact, those were the only pleasant fact about him.

First thing he said (or rather yelled) at the beginning of the course had been, 'Voi, so you're the lousy trashes given to me this year. You'd all better graduate fast. I already can't stand your trashy faces.'

At first, the students took it as a joke. Of course, they were wrong, and it didn't take the entire course to understand how much. Squalo wasn't only fond of trash talking them, but it seemed it didn't really matter to him to knock and beat students. A real bully. But the kids put up with it: the tragedy was that Superbi Squalo was not only a beauty and a bully, but also the man truly was a bright professor. That was mostly the only reason why he hadn't been fired yet (this and, according to the rumors, also because the dean had a crush on him. Well, it's not as if no one would give an arm or two to screw the silverette some day).

So everyone except from the professor got back to their sits, some almost shaking uncontrollably, fearing that the next question would be directed to them. Yet, when he saw their faces twisted in fear, Squalo only grimaced and pointed a thumb at the amphi's door. "Oh, you get out. Damn scumbags. I'm fed up of seeing your quaking."

Then, very slowly, the students raised and left silently the room. The whole scene actually had been rather funny, just like a church procession.

"So? Tsuna, Gokudera, what do you think about him?" A boy asked his friends in the corridor leading to the campus' dining hall.

"A psychopath." A brunette and a silver haired boy said simultaneously.

"Aaa, I can't believe I'll be having him for four months!" The one named Tsuna complained frighteningly. "I wonder if it's still possible to change my program now."

"It's too late." The silver head grunted. "Unless we want to repeat this year. Plus we need good marks in this course if we want to begin the other ones. What a drag."

"Eeeh? Gokudera, you're sure about this?" Tsuna squealed. "God, so there's no more hope for me!"

"It's okay, Tsuna, we'll help you. Nee, Gokudera?"

The latter frowned. "You baseball idiot! If there's someone who can help the Tenth, it's me!"

Tsuna paled a little. "Gokudera, I think having Yamamoto wouldn't be bad either." Then lower, "Mostly because I won't understand half of what you'll be talking about."

"Yes? Did you say something?" The silverette beamed.

"N-no. Nothing… But, Yamamoto, you don't look too shocked about that professor."

"Mmh." Yamamoto shook his head and shrugged. "He looks nice."

Both males sent him a glare of disbelief, as though they wanted to say 'You serious?'

…

"You serious?" Squalo demanded. "My damn flat is on the sixth floor and you tell me the elevator is out of order?"

He was standing haggard in front of a huge and modern building located in a residential area of Namimori, as a matter of fact the house he had been occupying for barely one hour. The moving had been excruciating, not because there had been many things to pack, but mainly because it had been done during a weekday. Squalo barely had time to rest after his job and immediately went to supervise the moving. And with the elevator in that state, it took awfully long to finish bringing all the furniture in the flat.

It took more or less three hours to be done. Around him still were few unpacked stuff, bags and mostly light luggage. In front of him, an old man, the landlord, bowed apologetically.

"Sorry, sorry, sir. But don't worry. The repair should begin next month, so until then you just need to wait patiently."

The silver haired man sighed furiously. That was the best. He chose that stupid flat since the building was closer to his workplace than the previous one, and that had to happen. No wonder why the rent was so cheap. Squalo settled on not grinning and just bearing it.

It took two more travels to bring the rest of his luggage, but in the end, the silverette wasn't disenchanted. In fact, the one bedroom LDK flat was pretty comfy. It wasn't too big or too small, just perfect enough for one person. After leaving his stuff in the living-room (he could be kind of a cleaning freak sometimes, but that day Squalo was just so tired he didn't give a damn about the mess around him anymore), Squalo went to inspect the flat.

Everything was pretty simple: a modern kitchen, a living-room bathed in the sunlight from a bay-window giving on a small balcony, an entirely white tiled bathroom and a dressing-room adjacent to the double bed bedroom. Simple and fair, except from the elevator, of course. The silver haired man once more heaved a sigh of frustration, then went to the bathroom. First, he wanted to get rid of his weariness. After all, the day after he still had to see the butt faces of that morning. First days of semesters really sucked. As well as the days in the middle. By the end of the semester, he would only find the strength not to burst his brains in the very thought that holidays – and freedom – were near.

Squalo let the hot water poor in the tub and waited till it was filled to the brim. By that time he had his clothes taken off and his long hair tied in a chignon. As he walked to the bathtub, he saw his reflection in the mirror above the lavabo. He frowned. No matter how much he tried to look rough and manly, every time he looked into the mirror, he would always see that feminine face staring back at him. His body, though, was slightly different. It was slender but not frail, all thanks to years and years of practicing sword. Plus add with that the scars – from benign scratches to more serious ones, but never deadly. And also, his chest was flat. That somehow was a relief.

"At least I didn't grow boobs in my teenage years." He murmured and went in the water, welcoming the burning touch on his skin.

Squalo let himself totally get immerged in the water before getting out, this time with his wet hair sticking on his back and forehead. The silverette was truly fond of water, of sea or anything related to dihydrogen monoxide, as long as he could swim in. Well, he couldn't swim in the tub, but it had been so long since the last time he got near a pool he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Well, maybe I can get used to this house after all." He breathed loud and closed his eyes, his head resting on the edge of the bathtub. He needed to rest, so he let himself slumber idly in the lukewarm water. In any case, the neighboring was quiet and it looked like no one was living next door. Since there were only two flats by floor and also because he was at the last one, it meant he wouldn't have to worry about hearing the upstairs-couples-arguments and the upstairs-children-running-like-the-devil's-hounds.

"Ah," He thought. "But tomorrow, there'll certainly be the welcoming committee annoying me first in the morning. How bothersome."

Bothersome, but he didn't want to think about them anymore. He let himself fall asleep (a not-to-do thing when you're in your bath). Slowly, slowly, sleep was making his eyelids heavy and his body getting numb…

Unfortunately, this state of half slumber barely lasted five minutes as a strange noise resounded from the living-room. Alert, Squalo swiftly rose from the water and got on his feet.

'What the hell…?' He pondered while grabbing a towel and tying it around his thin waist.

The silverette wasn't particularly worried about anything. It seemed to him that his entire life, he had spent it beating the crap out of guys whether older or (supposedly) stronger than him. A burglar or two didn't frighten him; Hell, he had seen worse before.

Taking another towel to dry his hair, he silently got out of the bathroom, taking care of not switching the light off so that he could surprise the intruder right on the spot. He walked bare feet to the kitchen whilst carefully leaning on the wall not to be seen by anyone who would have been in the living. Those were too many precautions, but he learnt by experience that in those kind of situations, too much was always better than too little.

The little noise made itself heard again. Now Squalo was outside the bathroom, it became clearer. It was like a crunching, or the sound of rustled leaves. Squalo knew where it was coming from: all along the building was climbing ivy which was almost recovering the entire front wall. That only meant that an idiot was climbing the wall, using the ivy.

Squalo sighed. And earlier he thought the area was safe… He readied himself to welcome the trespasser, cursing already about all the cleaning he would have to do after that, but then something he hadn't expected at all happened. Like a thunder suddenly rumbling in a quiet afternoon, the bay window overlooking the balcony just exploded right under his eyes, disintegrating into many pieces of glass and wood, all in a deafening and monstrous blast.

"What the hell?" The long haired man yelled, flabbergasted.

Even in the dimness of the night, the living-room was practically unrecognizable. Pieces of glass scattered on the floor and plaster covering the whole place, the living-room actually looked like one of those destroyed ones in war movies. Out of the blue, from the huge hole replacing the opening slowly came out a tall and dark form which was pretty similar to a man. He came into the room. As he walked closer, Squalo could distinguish dark and spiky hair, tanned skin blemished by strange dark scars, red feathers dangling on his neck and a wicked and nasty look on his face. He didn't give the impression of knowing the silverette, nor even noticing they were in the same room. He just walked as though he wanted to go to the bedroom (whose door was right next to the long haired man). That was only when Squalo somehow grasped what was going on. He glowered at the newcomer.

"Vooi, who the fuck are you?" He shouted.

"Huh?" The tanned man stopped, finally aware of the other male's presence in the room. "That's my line, scum. What the hell are you doing in my house?"

"Your, you said? Like shit." Now the tanned man was only one meter away from Squalo, and the latter could easily sense a strong smell of alcohol on him. That man was indeed drunk. "I don't give a fuck about what you came here for, but be sure I won't let you get away that easily after what you did to my-"

"Aaah. Shut up, bitch." The dark haired man tried to push the silver haired one aside. "Let me fucking sleep and go out. Just call a damn taxi, I don't care."

Squalo had his eyes wide open. Did that bastard actually believe it was his room, and moreover that he, Superbi Squalo, was a goddamn slut?

"Shitty asshole… You really don't seem to know what's good for you." Squalo's voice said, low and threateningly. "Hey- Voooi!"

The threat didn't discourage the dark haired man who casually pulled at Squalo's hair, forcing him to move aside. The man then took a step forward, but it seemed that whisky had already badly reached the part of his brains in control of motions. He just tripped over his own foot and fell down, and since he still was holding Squalo's hair tight, the latter also fell on the ground with a dull thud.

"Ouch… Fuck you, damn bastard! Get off of me!" Squalo struggled to get rid of the unmoving body sprawled on top of him, but it was no use. The man was heavy and he was doing absolutely no effort to move away. Soon, Squalo heard snoring. "Voooi! Don't fucking fall asleep!"

A grunt was the tanned man's unique reply. That, and his squeezing the silverette hard in his arms, almost making him suffocate.

'You must be kidding me. Hey, you really must be kidding me.' Squalo kept turning over in his mind. This situation – him laying half naked on the floor of his kitchen with a drunkard he didn't even know – wasn't exactly what he had hoped for his first day in his new flat.

"That's the worst." He said, horrified.

TBC