A/N: Okay, so I decided to do a fem!2718 side project. It won't be terribly long, I suppose. Several chapters at the most. So enjoy(:

Her long brown hair flowed gently from where she was sitting- the rooftop. Hibari's rooftop. Her guardians- no, friends- basked in the warm rays of the sun, enjoying their bentos. They didn't care whether or not this was the very roof that the Hibari Kyoya slept on.

"Ahaha! It's not a problem if he doesn't catch us!" Yamamoto; one of her best friends and her rain guardian had said after Tsuna had protested.

"Yeah!" her storm guardian; Gokudera agreed. "I'll blow him to bits if he threatens you, Tsuna-hime!" She had to sigh in resignation and allowed her friends to stay and eat here.

The storm and rain guardians both wore their Namimori uniforms; each had the uniform on in their own style. Tsuna? She had it on like any other girl in Namimori. She didn't want to attract attention to the blood thirsty prefect who was also her cloud guardian. It was bad enough they were on his roof; he didn't need another reason to punish her.

"Ahahaha! What nice weather, don't you think Tsu-chan?" Yamamoto asked cheerfully. Gokudera glared at him, saying it was rude how he adressed Tsuna so friendly. Tsuna looked up at the sky; the warmth of the sun and the bright blue sky with clouds scattered everywhere. A light breeze danced in their hair.

It was such nice weather. The sky looks very pretty with clouds, Tsuna mused.

"Yes, the weather looks very nice," she said, smiling a warm smile at her friends. The one sided bickerment stopped for them to return the smile with their own unique smile. She delicately grabbed one of the sushi Yamamoto had made for her. She placed it into her mouth, and sighed happily as the taste lingered on her tongue.

"Hime," Gokudera said.

"What is it Gokudera-kun?" she asked, looking at her friend with eyes filled with concern for her friend. "Is something wrong?"

"N-No! Not at all," Gokuder stammered, "although, you don't have to worry about me Hime. I should be worrying about you since you're my boss- my Hime."

Tsuna gave him a small frown, "I'm not going to be a mafia boss," she said, staring apprehensively at her sky ring casually on her finger. "This ring has brought us nothing but trouble." She looks at her friends who were looking at her with concerned faces.

"But we've gotten closer to each other with it, right?" Yamamoto said, his ring gleaming in the sunlight.

"Yes, of course," she said, "but I can't stand to see you two get hurt. I can't stand to see anyone hurt." Yamamoto and Gokudera frowned. They hated to see their Hime like this. They had tried countless times to tell her again and again that they were strong and that she needn't to worry about them.

"Do not worry, Hime. The baseball freak and I can take care of ourselves. We won't get hurt," he promised. "After all, we defeated Millefiore, right?"

"Yes, but just barely," she said.

"If we can defeat Millefiore, then we can defeat anyone!" Yamamoto chimed in.

"The baseball freak is right for once," Gokudera agreed.

"But still," she said. "I don't want innocent people dying at my feet." Yamamoto and Gokudera frowned. They knew the large stress that came with being a mafia boss. They held the same responsiblitity that Tsuna had, if not a little less. But it was their job to protect their Hime. Everyone had a sense of responsiblity in keeping Hime safe. Some more than others, but the same responsiblity nonetheless.

"Don't worry," her rain guardian said cheerfully, rubbing her back in condolence. "We'll be with you every step of the way. We can share the burden together."

"Yes," Gokudera agreed once again, "we won't let you take the stress of being a mafia boss by yourself, Hime!"

"Thank you," she replied, "I'll be stepping back into the building for a walk around the premises."

"Do you want us to come with?" Gokudera asked, concern glittering in his emerald green eyes.

"No, thank you. I'll be fine." She reassures them with a small smile- the topic about being a mafia boss had always upset her. How could the Ninth be okay with the fact that he could lead someone to their own death?

She handed her bento back to Yamamoto, who carefully stored it back inside his bag. She gripped the metal handle before turning it and going down the stone steps. Hopefully, she wouldn't run into any mishaps.

She had spoken too soon, for after several minutes, she encountered her cloud guardian patrolling the halls. His grey eyes narrowed in annoyance. She cursed inwardly; after managing to stay away from him for so long, she had to encounter him during her walk to clear her mind.

"Herbivore," he uttered, "what are you doing?" Of course, he knew exactly what she was doing. He was just curious to see her excuse for loitering in the halls. At the sound of his voice, Tsuna's heartbeat got quicker, and her breath came out strangled. She hoped he hadn't noticed.

His wind-tousled hair seemed to frame his face well. His bangs were swept on the middle of his forehead or to the side- most likely so his hair wouldn't be in his face while he was 'punishing' people. His grey eyes were narrowed dangerously, and his cheeks were dusted very lightly with pink as if he were doing extremely strenuous activity recently, and knowing Hibari Kyoya, he probably did. She felt her palms get sweaty at the mere sight of him, and she wiped them on her skirt as discreetly as she could so she wouldn't attract his attention. Not that it mattered now; he had just caught her.

His jacket hung onto his shoulders elegantly- not a single crease in sight. His uniform was in tip top shape, as expected of the skylark. He took school seriously, and the rules. It was quite ironic when Hibari broke his own rules, but apparently, the rules applied to everybody but Hibari.

She wouldn't be surprised if he had managed to scare the local government to make a law where we have to call him Ouji-sama, lest they get bitten to death. He cleared his throat, reminding Tsuna she had to answer before he bit her to death.

"Just walking around before lunch was over," she replied, "to clear my head."

"I expect you in class afterwards," he replied, "or I'll bite you to death, Sawada Tsunayoshi." He stalked off, probably to go and find any other trouble makers in these hallways. Perhaps he respected her now because of the battle with Byakuran to let her go without any consequence. Or at least semi-respect.

"Yes, Hibari!" She felt her heartbeat slow down as he turned around the corner.

Hibari seemed to avoid her ever since they came back from the future. She saw him less, and less, but each time they did meet left her breathless. She didn't know why she felt like this whenever he was around. She could only hope that Hibari felt the same way. She wondered if she left anyone feel breathless, like Hibari does to her.

She didn't even know what this feeling that she had inside her tummy every time she saw him meant.

"It's love," a voice said, snapping out of her reverie. A small infant that donned a mafia suit with a fedora that had a stripe of orange came out of the ground. The infant had a green chameleon- or lizard, she couldn't really tell- that was lounging lazily on top of his hat. This was her tutor; the infamous hitman. Reborn.

"Love?" she repeated, unsure of what he meant.

"Yes, love," he said, a hint of irritation lacing his tone. "Sweaty palms? Heartbeat quickening? Have you been experiencing these things lately?" Since her father was mostly absent throughout her childhood, Reborn had quickly filled in the void. Sure, he was shocked that the Vongola Nono chose her to be his successor; after all he assumed it would be a male, but he later learned not to judge upon appearances. She was his true successor. He had quickly grown an attachment to this young female and raised her as if she was his own.

"Yes, but what does this have to do with love?" she asked, frustrated that her tutor would never get straight to the point.

"And it only happens around Hibari?" She blushed, refusing to meet his eyes. He allowed himself to grace his face with a small smile. Tsunayoshi was growing up. Of course, he would have to make sure that Hibari is worthy, and the only way to do that is to do a series of 'tests'. He didn't have any doubts that Hibari wouldn't pass those tests, however.

"Yes," she admitted.

"Tsuna, you're in love with Hibari."

"Hibari?"

"Yes. Now the question is, does he feel the same way?"

"R-Reborn!" she sputtered. "Please don't tell me you're going to do one of your crazy plans that either a) gets me embarrassed, or b) hurt me! Sometimes if they're evil enough, they do both!"

"Relax, dame-Tsuna." He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. His student knew him so well. "You'll be fine. After all, do you like Hibari or not?"

"I don't know, I've been feeling strange around him lately, and I-I just don't know." He stared at her. Denial, he thought as he came to a conclusion as to why she can't admit it.

"Don't worry," he said, "I got this." He disappeared under the clean tiles of the school, leaving Tsuna to her thoughts. She sighed; this walk didn't clear her mind at all. If anything, it left her even more frustrated than she already was! She decided to go to class early today. She didn't want to encounter the prefect again; especially after the little talk she had with Reborn.

As the door to her classroom opened, she saw she was the only one there. She took her seat near the back and next to the window. She was glad for this seat; sometimes it kept her from thinking that she was in the mafia and that nothing really did change.

Did she really like Hibari? Sure, she couldn't deny the facts that her heart speeds up and her palms get sweaty whenever she sees Hibari, but what happens if that was just some kind of sickness? Could love be counted as a sickness? What happens if she does admit that she likes Hibari, but he doesn't reciprocate her feelings?

If there was one thing she was sure of was that rejection hurts.

Reborn casually walked along the halls of Namimori Middle. He was currently looking for a certain prefect that could be or could not be the perfect person for Tsunayoshi. Hopefully, he would find him soon. If not... he was going to use Tsuna to lure him out then.

Let's hope that it doesn't come to that.

He heard the sounds of fighting near him, and he figured Hibari had to be the source of it. He was probably punishing some unfortunate kids that had to feel the wrath of the chairman. Reborn was glad Hibari was able to tame his blood thirst in the future.

When he finally saw Hibari, he was busy putting the bloodied students on a pile. Reborn waited for him to finish his business before interrupting. Hibari flipped out his cellphone and Reborn saw this scene well enough to know that he was contacting his members to deposit the bodies to the hospital; or worse. The cemetery.

Hopefully, Hibari has never encountered the need to use the cemetery. But then again, Hibari was a cold-blooded killer in the future who killed more people than you could list. Reborn was starting to rethink his decision to play matchmaker with Hibari and Tsuna.

Right, he would be very protective of Tsuna- not that he isn't already, but this could make him even more protective of Tsuna and an assassination attempt on Tsuna would be futile. Also, Tsuna could strengthen Hibari's bond to Vongola. Not that Reborn is worried about Hibari betraying them, but it's always nice to make sure. With these reasons in mind, he allowed himself to be seen by Hibari.

Hibari's lips curled into a smirk as he saw the infant. He realized he could cash in those favors he had accumulated to fight the baby. He needed to let out some steam after encountering Sawada Tsunayoshi. He couldn't bite her to death again, and that frustrated him.

So, to calm himself down, he had the fortunate- well, fortunate for him at least- opportunity to pound some sense into loitering students. Of course, even if they hadn't broke any rules, Hibari would have made up a rule right then and there so he could have some sort of an excuse to bite them to death. Of course, he wouldn't need to make up a rule because he was Hibari freaking Kyoya. Nobody questioned him.

Of course, save for maybe the infant, and perhaps even that blond haired man who keeps insisting that he was his tutor. What was his name again? Mino? Keno? Leno? It didn't matter. And maybe even Sawada Tsunayoshi if she was lucky- dammit. Here he goes again, thinking about her. He didn't know why his mind kept thinking about her. If he could bite his own mind, he would for thinking about that herbivore. Or, maybe omnivore. Surely she deserves that title now? She wasn't fully carnivorous, like himself, yet, not totally herbivorous like her friends. She was in the middle.

It was official, he decided. Sawada Tsunayoshi would now be called omnivore. Inside his head at least. He wouldn't dare admit it to her face. Under certain circumstances, maybe. But not as of now.

"Ciaossu, Hibari," the infant called.

"Infant," he acknowledged. There was something about the baby that makes him want to fight the baby. For some unknown reason- and Hibari couldn't care less, so long as he got a fight out of it- he was a baby with immense strength.

"Oh? Where's your usual greeting? You usually have the urge to fight me right about now."

"I have come to learn that whenever you seek me, you need my help. I must come to you if I am ever looking for a fight." Reborn couldn't help but smirk. He was maturing, and that was to be expected.

"Excellent observation," he praised, "and yes. I am in need of a favor today."

"What kind of favor?"

"Oh, just a series of questions. Nothing serious." Of course, Reborn was sugar coating it. It was a series of questions, but they invaded his personal space like there was no tomorrow. Even so, he was sure Hibari would answer them if he was promised a fight.

"Do I get something out of it?"

"Of course," Reborn replied, "you get a fight with anyone you want." Hook.

"Anyone? Even that mist user?"

"Even him if you would like." Line.

"Very well." And sinker.

Ah yes. The unfathomable Rokuro Mukuro. He was a pineapple short, if you ask Hibari. Hibari hates him with a passion ever since that faithful day. Because of that, he has a strong dislike for cherry blossoms. Hibari's been looking for revenge, but the mist user always seems to elude him.

"Let's talk in the reception room," Reborn offered. Hibari didn't say a word as he soundlessly walked off and turned around the corner. Reborn followed gracefully, a smirk donning his lips.

Tsunayoshi had better thank him for this.

A/N: okay, so this is shorter than my normal chapter. 2,800 some words. Usually they're around three thousand to six thousand. Oh well, excuse that. It's not the end, obviously. I planned for this to be a multi chapter oneshot. I plan for four chapters? Who knows.

So I tried third person omniscient. What do you think? Good? No?

I have a lot of projects in mind, and not enough time.

Well, until next time :)

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