Thanks for the reviews; I really appreciate them! Here's the second chapter! :)

Oh yeah, I made Hibari an orphan btw.

Chapter 02

Hibari Kyouya Must Die

It was raining, and the hitman never thought that she would have to resort to get all nasty and up close and especially personal for the kill – sure, it'll be manslaughter this way, but so what? Manslaughter was featured in the newspapers every day. What would make this so different? Oh, right, it'd be the upsetting murder of a fifteen year old boy who was found in his bedroom with twenty four stab wounds, making front page Namimori news for the next three months.

She had waited all day, and her patience was finally running out. She waited, and waited, and waited, until night fell and the house was quiet once again; she stopped watching the dancing shadows of the tree that was wavering in the harsh wind outside her window and got up from her bed, and out of her bedroom. There was no light in the hall, but she could see perfectly well. No, she was not an owl, she just had night-vision goggles on, that was all. She grabbed the meat knife from the kitchen cabinet and made her way to Hibari's room, opening the door as silently as she could.

Thunder crashed outside and the rain pattered down on the walls as the door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of a figure holding a knife; she closed Hibari's door silently behind her.

As she approached his bed, she didn't even bother to pull back the covers; she just plunged the knife into the lying figure and pulled it back out. Breathing heavily, she whipped back the covers and then - disaster struck!

Hibari wasn't there? Instead, 'he' was replaced with a couple of pillows.

"What are you doing in my room?"

The hitman turned around slowly, heart beating faster than ever, and swallowed, trying to hide the knife – oh, and don't forget the night-vision goggles, too. "U-Uh… I… I…"

He had been standing behind her, and then he roughly grabbed her wrist, that she let go of the knife. It clattered to the ground. She looked up at him, terrified of what he was going to do.

"If I ever catch you in my bedroom again, I'll bite you to death."

And then he lunged forward, biting into her neck.

The hitman screamed.

…..

"Argh!"

She woke up in a tussle of covers, sweating heavily, her hand had slammed over the spot where Hibari should've bitten her – instead, she got a dead, flattened mosquito that had been sucking at her neck, harvesting her fresh, foreign blood for the past few minutes in the middle of the night. Ewww.

Japan…She would never get used to it. Especially the weather. Sigh…

"…Just a dream… Just a dream…"

So her terrifying, murder-turn-horror movie of a nightmare had shaken her so badly that the unprofessional hitman left her new room and waddled off into the kitchen from the main hall from earlier on just to get a glass of water.

Oh, wait. She remembered, and yelled out in frustration. Kenji had called the plumber that dangerous, poisonous lead had seeped into Hibari's house water supply so everything water-related was temporarily grinded to a halt - so Hibari and the hitman weren't allowed water. Not even water to drink, wash, cook, clean, or water to take a bath. No water! And the hitman was beginning to smell a bit, too.

Damn, now she realised how much humans needed water. Feeling cheated out of basic luxury, she sat down against the wall, thirsty like a dehydrated dog yet sweating buckets, that she removed her nightshirt and just lay against the cool wooden boards in her teddy-bear vest and lipstick-print knickers, her eyes closed, hair splayed over her face. It was an ungodly hour; she really doubted that Hibari would come barging out and see her in her underwear glory. Or if it really did happen, she thought she'd then die of embarrassment.

But what are the odds of that happening? Ahaha…

And no, she didn't really kill Hibari. Not even in her dreams. She admitted she hated seeing blood, yet her mind stored and created manifestations of very strange and violent demises of people. She hadn't had a chance to kill him since the poisoned water incident, and Hibari kept all pointy things away from her anyway – in fact, he stashed them in HIS room. Should she be feeling afraid instead?

Another brownie point to Hibari - he can fight. He's a fifteen year old boy who wields a pair of steel tonfas. And he used them to destroy her attempted assassination, but hasn't seemingly suspected anything strange yet. After all, she's not run around him in circles waving a sword or a gun in front of his face. So she was a harmless little Italian girl who wuvs teddies and pink.

Well, you keep thinking that, Hibari!

She thought again, and wondered if Hibari had a license to wield such dangerous weapons.

Damn it, for some reason, she also couldn't stop thinking about him – or looking at him. Surprisingly enough, Hibari didn't seem to notice that she ogled at him from halfway across the room whenever they came in contact.

Anyway, now NOT talking or thinking or pondering or doing anything else that was about Hibari - She was hungry, too. Hibari (damn it, there she went again!) and the hitman had only interacted for less than a day and she realised that living here with him is a one-man test of survival – or in her case, a one-hitman test of survival. Yes, he doesn't care what would happen her. He didn't provide her with a meal, or anything else that she'd find suitable to keep her alive for today.

After Kenji left, they just avoided each other.

Her new room was a small, tiny box room big enough to rival a typical janitor's closet with a bed crammed in the side, a mini window and a lightbulb hanging from a string on the ceiling. Her suitcase was jammed against the wall, taking up at least two thirds of breathing and moving space.

He shoved her in and told her not to come out or face the consequences of disrupting him. The hitman slipped out anyway, enraged for being treated this way, especially by her target, and then he began chasing her with his tonfa – no, not really. He cornered her in the living room and she had screamed, bracing for impact before he could hit her.

And yes, he hit girls. It meant that he didn't discriminate against people just because of their gender and certainly treated them equally. But still - Dreadful little boy, isn't he? It's a shame his parents aren't here. They probably could've taught him some manners.

So there she sat in her little box room with not even an icepack (remember, no water?) to help her with her bruise and bleeding lip woes. And even though she thought she would've gotten a break from her school back in Italy, she had been ordered to attend Namimori Junior High, too!

Anyway, concerning Hibari -

It was war! Damn it, if she knew she was no match for Hibari, she wouldn't have been so stupid and accepted this mission. Still, there were many ways to kill someone besides using brute force, which she knew she was no match in Hibari against.

But if she returned back now, she'd be in big trouble with her family! She could even get…Gulp…Killed. They'll tie her up and lead her marching out into the courtyard, line her against the wall, wrap a blindfold over her eyes and shoot ten thousand holes into her with their guns. Crap, she had to go through with this then. She had to survive here, or she wouldn't survive anywhere at all.

Therefore, she would have to resort to her brains. Although a recent IQ test she took revealed that her IQ was at level 101.

So what could be possibly worse than this?

Suddenly, the wall disappeared from behind her and she fell back onto the floor, staring up into the eyes of whom else, but Hibari. He stared at her in all her underwear splendour. Then his eyebrow twitched, a bit fiercely, and he tore his eyes away, once he had seemingly gotten an eyeful of teddy-bears and lipstick print material. ARGH! The horror! The horror… Both Hibari and the hitman felt undoubtedly violated…

She quickly pulled her shirt back over herself and rolled away from him. Oh, it turned out that she had also just coincidentally decided to 'camp' outside his room; damn it, why do Japanese doors have to look like the walls with the rice-paper and everything?

"What are you doing out of your room?" Hibari barked at her.

"N-Nothing!" She squawked, and then she immediately got back up, running towards the direction of her room with her arms flailing around.

Wait, this wasn't right. She shouldn't be scared of him! Her family was even worse! Whatever Hibari did to her was nothing near to what her family would do to her! After a few seconds; she mustered her remaining, tiny spot of courage and clutching the cornered panelling, she poked her head around the corner, staring at Hibari who was still at his door, glaring at her.

"It's too hot." She squeaked out. "And I've got jetlag."

Hibari's expression didn't change, but he walked out of his room anyway, and came back with a glass of soft drink, and she continued watching him beadily, clutching onto the wall.

"What's the point of giving you a room when you won't even sleep in it?" He said, before slamming the door shut behind him, and she didn't hear a peep from him since then until morning.

She was still sleeping in the same spot when his alarm clock from inside his room sounded off. Three minutes later, the door was opened, and Hibari walked up to the corner where she was, still lying there, with dried drool encrusted over her cheek. "Hurhhh? Wha… Che ora e…?" she said groggily in Italian, wiping at her eyes as she sat back up.

She stared at the clock that was firmly attached to the living room wall. "…6am? Are you kidding me?"

He lifted a flip-flop foot and booted her to the side; she went egg-rolling and bumped heads with the wall panelling. "Oof!" If she wasn't feeling so sleepy, she'd have – er… well, she would've done something to him anyway!

Like plunge a knife into his heart. Haha. Like as if that'd ever happen.

"Get up. We're going." He said, crossing his arms over his chest – he wasn't wearing the school uniform, but a casual t-shirt and denims. Ooh, now he looked even more hot-hot hottier. The hitman mentally smacked herself across the face twice.

"…Going where?"She muttered, rubbing her poor, aching back.

Hibari didn't even bother to help her up once she managed to sit back up. "The bath house. Now hurry up."

He only gave her five minutes to get changed before barging into her box room and shooing her out using more brute force – so all she could do was a bloody tank top, skirt and wedge sandals. Hibari also made her carry the bag of towels and other stuff and then promptly marched out of the door, with her lagging behind.

"You're so slow." He called over his shoulder; they were probably about a foot away from each other on the path. The hitman gritted her teeth. Well, excuse her for only having three hours of sleep!

Hmm, so this is how cousins treat each other? Well, they're not exactly cousins. More like acquaintances being forced to interact with one another. The hitman did a double take – Hibari could've left her to stink up his house for all he cared and go to the bath house himself – but he didn't. What did this mean? Does Hibari even have friends? If he did, was this how he treated them?

She growled at him and began cursing at him colourfully in Italian. Finally, they arrived at the bath house, and Hibari grabbed the bag off her aching arms, taking out whatever he had stuffed inside. He handed her a towel, and a toothbrush, then decided that they'd be sharing the only toothpaste, before venturing into the men's area with his own towel and toothbrush. So far, the only good thing was that they'd be able to freshen up for free because of Hibari's apparent fearsome reputation in Namimori.

…

Ahhh, bliss. Unfortunately, you're not allowed to sleep while you have a bath or you'd end up waking suddenly with wrinkly skin that would match a 90 year old woman – so the hitman resorted to drifting in and out of consciousness, while standing in the steaming bath water with the towel firmly wrapped around her body. Despite this being a first-time experience in an onsen, she didn't seem to be utilising this experience to the fullest.

Hibari didn't supply her with a bobble, so her hair was all wet and tangled over her shoulders. In fact, she then wondered what Hibari would look like if he tied up his short hair. More stupid and outrageous thoughts ensued, debating in her half-asleep mind. Because they were so early, they were also the only people here; the men's bath that was behind her was equally and unusually as quiet.

Well, she didn't expect Hibari to be singing while he took a bath.

"Hey… Hibari…" She mumbled out, struggling to keep her eyes open. "You okay in there? Pretty quiet… -yawn-… sleepy… people could drown in here without even knowing…"

Silence.

"… Hibari? You've not… drowned, have you?" She muttered wobbly, grabbing onto a fake plastic rock and beginning to climb out of the bath. "Not heard a peep from you for some time… getting kinda worried…"

Why was a hitman getting worried over her target? Eh, well, maybe it was because she wanted to be the one who assassinated him – and not let her target die accidentally by drowning. Hmm, what an awful excuse just to check up on someone and see if they were okay.

She tried to see over the wooden wall that separated the bath, only to stand on tiptoes, leaning against it. "Hibari?" Suddenly, the board gave way, and she shrieked, as she toppled head-first into the boiling hot water of the men's bath. She re-surfaced, spluttering helplessly, and dabbed at her eyes before looking around.

"Hibari…? Eto… Where are you?"

Eventually, she located him in a small corner, with a flannel over his face.

"Oh my god! He's unconscious!" She yelped, wading towards him as fast as she could; that could explain why he was so quiet! "Hibari!" She yelled, latching onto his shoulders and shaking him to and fro.

The flannel fell off his face as she shook him like a ragdoll, and then he cracked one eye open. "WHAT?"

She let go of him almost immediately. "Oh… so you're not unconscious?"

"…" That usual look on his face, now with a deep frown, returned. "No."

"O-Oh, s-sorry… I thought you were… uh… never mind, eto."

"You're in the wrong bath."

Hmm, maybe she could try and patch up her already-bad relationship with Hibari? Well, she did the one that she did best – sucking up to people. "I know that! I was…uh… worried."

Suddenly, the frown turned upside down. "Oh, so not only are you slow, but also intensely stupid."

It took a full minute for that to register in her mind.

"Hey!" Her lip wobbled in response; she opened her mouth to retort, but she couldn't think of anything; so she closed her mouth and frowned. So one-sided …. Hibari was really a mean person! She felt her pride withering into dust. She waded away from him even though she stubbed her toe at the same time, then clambered out of the bath with watering eyes and began making her way back to the woman's bathtub.

But then suddenly, her feet touched something slushy and slimy and after a few moments of flailing her arms around wildly in the air – it felt like something from the movie 'Bridget Jones' Diary' – she fell.

…..

She woke up, and everything came back to her fuzzily – she slipped on something, and then her head connected with something hard – and now she had woken up still with memory of her identity and where she was, only to find Hibari hovering above her. She blinked, and then tried to get up, but found out that her head also hurt like hell.

"…What happened?" She ended up asking instead.

"You slipped on a bar of soap and hit your head on a plastic rock, knocking yourself out for almost half an hour."

She went deadly silent; the only emotion she was suffering at the moment was embarrassment, yes, oh definitely. What was worse was that it had to happen in the towel – that was actually draped over her. Oh, so she guessed that not only did she trip and hit herself, but her towel also flew off in progress, too, and Hibari must've put it back over her – seeing as they were the only people here! ARRGHHHH!

"D-Did you see… anything?" She squeaked out, lip trembling again.

"You have nothing worth to look at."

He ignored the look of horror that was scribbled over her face; in fact, her face even went a nice crimson shade. "Somehow, you always find a way to hurt yourself without having me to personally hospitalize you. You're quite amusing."

By no means, was this a compliment.

Silence.

Then –

"WHAT?"

That was it.

Hibari Kyouya must DIE!

Yes, this chapter was another introduction chapter. It'll get better soon!