(A/N) : Told you I'd update often~ I'm going to aim for every other day, if not every three days. Chapters will range between short and long depending on when I find a good point to end. Thanks for the quick favorites and follows. And to the two people who reviewed: I know it's a rare pairing. I hope you continue to enjoy it anyways. Check out "Captive" if you have a chance. It's another B18 one-shot I wrote.

Anyways, enjoy this little update~

Hibari Kyoya's morning had also started off the same as any other. He arrived at school, his expression stoic as he walked down the quiet halls. Classes had already started, but that was a good thing. If he were to see students wandering the halls during class, then there would be a problem. It was fine for Hibari to wander—after all he was the head of the Disciplinary Committee. He headed to the committee room and walked in.

"Kusakabe." he stated, acknowledging and looking at his second-hand. The other nodded respectfully. " Kyoya-san, the principal asked me to give you this…" he pulled out a piece of paper put of his pocket. Handing it to the skylark.

Hibari read over the note. His eyes narrowing. "They want me to tutor? A brat from Italy?"

" Ah…Yes. They were hoping you'd accept, since his Japanese is a bit sloppy. I've seen him. He's a bit…below standards." He knew the prefect would understand what he meant by that statement.

Hibari looked annoyed at the proposition, but anyone who knew him would know he wasn't about to turn it down. "Tch. Fine. I'll do it."

"He's in 3A…Your class, Kyoya-san."

That piqued his interest a bit more. So he had this brat on his hands now? And in his class no less. Hibari walked over to his desk to set the note down. "Keep everything in check. I might be a bit occupied." He swiftly made his way out of the room.

"Yessir!"

Hibari let his face crack as he made his way down the halls. An unpleasant frown set on his face. Why did he have to be the one to tutor? Anyone else could have been fit for the job. Hibari Kyoya had duties to fulfil to this school and this town. Then again, having an exchange student that didn't know Japanese would tarnish his school. At least that insufferable Gokudera had come to Namimori knowing the language.

Not on his watch.

Belphegor regretted the decision to enter into this school almost as soon as he had entered the classroom on his first day. Acquaintances of his back in Italy had told him it wasn't necessary, but they didn't understand his real motives. He had been bored and wanted a change of scenery. He needed a new place to keep him entertained, and Italy just wasn't doing it for him anymore; but it seemed as if this place was just as boring. It would have been a better decision to come here as a tourist—not as a transfer student into Junior High.

It wasn't too long before he had fallen asleep in his class, elbow on his desk and his chin in his hand. With his bangs always in his face and covering his eyes, no one could really tell if he was awake or asleep. The teacher had called on him a few times, and he'd managed to actually mumble out a correct answer in his sleep. The prince had a high IQ after all, so it would have been even easier for him had he been awake. The only problem was that he answered in half-Italian, half-Japanese, and it confused both the students and the teacher.

His lack of fluency had been a problem coming into Namimori Middle. When he first signed on he met with the principal of the school, who had assigned a tutor to help him with his Japanese. His protests were not enough to decline the offer, and he was told that learning would help him grow more accustomed to the school and the area. It was completely against his will, and he would have preferred not to do this; but it was insisted, and a note was sent off to the head of the disciplinary committee immediately. Belphegor didn't understand how the disciplinary committee was going to help him, but he gave up thinking through an answer.

The bell rang, waking Belphegor from his slumber and signaling the first break of the day. He stood and stretched, glancing around at his surroundings as other students got up and grouped together. A few of the students began to swarm him, asking him questions that he wasn't prepared to handle all at once. Things like: did you really come from Italy? Are you really a Prince? What's your lineage? He would easily admit he loved the attention, smiling at his curious peers as he answered "Yes. Yes. Ah, I can't give you that information, shishi~." He chuckled at the end.

The chatter continued for a while longer before class resumed. Belphegor fell back to sleep much like earlier in the day. It really had been pointless joining this school. If he was just going to sleep through the whole day, why was he even here?

Because it was a cover up? Or maybe he really did just want the extreme change.

It was the middle of the lesson when the door violently slid open. Students stopped what they were doing to look at Hibari with wide eyes. He looked irritated, though that seemed to be typical for the prefect. It was like everyone at the school annoyed Hibari to no end. Though the level of his anger was worse than ever. It didn't take long for word to reach him about the recent murders in this town…his town.

Something didn't seem right, and he'd look into it later; but for now he had other business to take care of.

"Hibari-san…Take your seat, please." The teacher said, though it seemed obvious that even he was a bit intimidated by his student. But Hibari had no time to waste in class, and ignored his teacher's command completely.

"Where is the new student?" he questioned, eyes scanning the class. It didn't take long for him to recognize the obvious newbie. He was the only one who didn't look alert in the classroom, and Hibari didn't need to see his eyes to know they were closed.

"He's the one in—Hibari?"

The tonfa had been pulled from his side, raised and poised for attack. He moved towards Belphegor's desk in a few swift footsteps. "Think you can sleep in class, herbivore? I'll bite you to death!" He swung his tonfa, and when it connected to the prince's shoulder he jolted awake in pain and fell out of his chair.

It took a moment longer for Belphegor to become alert to his surroundings. He never dropped his guard so low to actually be hit like that. He must have really been deeply asleep to do that. Even so…It was strange. He looked up at his attacker, not recognizing his face. By the faces of his fellow classmates, it was clear that this was supposed to be someone to fear. The room was completely quiet and there was a strange tension in the air. Even the teacher was silent and shell shocked.

The blow to his shoulder started to throb, and a rare frown appeared on his face. It had hurt a bit more than he thought it would, and he raised a hand to rub his shoulder. As if noticing that he'd been frowning, he casually lifted the corners of his lips into another grin.

"Isn't it at least custom to introduce yourself before hitting someone? Ushishi~." he asked, still stumbling with his Japanese. What did this guy have against him to go hitting him like that? It was completely uncalled for. It was over and done now, but Belphegor would never allow it to happen again. The next attacks—if they came—would be dodged. He didn't care if he showed his strengths so soon. He'd have to show this kid who's really on top here.

"Cocky brat." Was all he got in response from the raven. Hibari hated when others talked back. "Your hair is too long and in your face, your uniform is out of place, you're clearly against dress code, and you're breaking rules by sleeping in class." Belphegor couldn't help but give a low whistle as the 'rules' were laid down in front of him. Did he actually care? No—but it looked like it was a big deal to this guy. "I am also suspecting you're the one I have to tutor? Your Japanese is far from decent." Hibari looked away to stow his tonfa. He already hated this guy. He was cocky, a rule breaker, and that laugh was annoying and stupid.

Belphegor couldn't believe it. This was the guy that was about to tutor him? He figured he'd be working with a teacher to learn the language, but he managed to get the dictator student as his guide. That was more uncalled for than the blow to his shoulder. It didn't really matter, though, as long as he learned proper Japanese. It wouldn't take long—Belphegor was a quick learner, but that wasn't why. He knew proper Japanese, he just figured he'd get by a bit easier pretending he was a bit behind. That seemed to have heavily backfired on him.

It looked like the two hated each other upon meeting.

"You are to report to me every morning and afternoon." He started again, before turning to the rest of the class. "Go back to what you were doing. Instructor, I'll be taking him with me." He glanced down at the prince one more time before heading to the door. "Let's go."

He was going to learn the rules, even if Hibari had to beat them into him.