A/N: Revised~!

Summary: Her mother mistaken her as her brother. Her father is always out of the country, doing some Sales-man stuff. Her brother died from an accident. Pretending to be her brother, Hiromi thought no one would ever like her for her real true self. But isn't she wrong when she accidently bumps into the 'No-good' brunette and his friends.

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR nor the picture covers ( though I did edited it ), they belong to their respective owners. I only own Hiromi and her family.


Demon Prefect x Extreme Passionate Cousin

Hiromi yawned in her cupped hand as she got out of her bed, the sunlight hitting her face. She stretched her tanned arms and legs, starting her daily routine. Finished, she walked downstairs to the kitchen, dressed up in a male uniform.

"Good Morning, Hirota-kun!" Her mother greeted, flipping the pancakes in the pan with her spatula. Her brown eyes lighting up in content at the sight of her 'son'.

"Good Morning, Mom" She greeted back with a small smile, plopping into a chair.

"Do you not have school today?" Her mom asked, bewildered as she placed down a plate of pancakes in front of her child.

"Huh?" The crossdresser raised a brown eyebrow at her mother. Seeing her mother's eyes were directing behind her at the clock, she too glanced at the clock on the wall and squeaked.

'I'm late!' Panic started to reside in her body and she jumped up from her chair, not even touching her plate of breakfast.

"I've got to go, Mom! I'm late!" Hiromi grabbed her briefcase and ran out the door while she puts on her shoes.

"Wait! What about your pancakes I made for you?" Her mother called out, but the door was shut before Hiromi could hear anything from her mother.

She speed passed the Sawada's residence and had kept on running towards the gates, where the Demon Prefect was awaiting at for any latecomers.

"You're late." Hibari stated, whipping out his silver weapons from his clothes.

'Hiii! It's the demon Prefect, Hibari, Kyouya! A huge sadist that punishes people with his tonfas!' Hiromi thought.

'Keep calm. Keep calm!' She told herself, taking a few deep breaths when the teen advanced towards her with the tonfas gleaming underneath the sunlight.

"Sorry! I woke up late!" Hiromi faked a laugh, trying to cover the uneasiness seeping from her body.

"I'll bite you to death." Hibari said his famous phrase, swiping his Tonfa towards her head. She leaned back, dodging from the incoming Tonfas as he kept on swinging his tonfas at her.

"Prefect-san, look-" She was cut off as a tonfa slammed into her stomach causing her to fly back to the tree.

'That fucking hurts!' She thought, grimacing in pain. Anger pumped into her veins as she gritted her teeth. Emerald eyes darken, narrowing at the proud prefect.

She staggered up on her feet, ignoring the shot of pain in her spine, glaring darkly at the Prefect before she removed her furious expression to a dark smile.

"So you want to play, huh?" Hiromi chuckled, quietly to herself, but the prefect had heard her. The prefect quirked a brow, interested of what his victim is trying to pull and went into fighting stance.

"Let's play…" Hiromi mumbled, spreading her feet and curling her fingers into a fist. The Head Prefect lunged towards the crossdresser, his tonfa aiming towards her head. Calculating his arm, her arms shot towards the weapons and caught the tonfa in her hands, her blood dripping down from the spikes that the Tonfa provide.

"Wao. I'm impressed." The head prefect smirked, pushing his weapon further to his victim.

"Heh. You better be." She scowled, feeling the pressure on her hands and arms. She placed most of her weight on her feet, trying to keep her balanced.

"Your name, herbivore?" Hibari asked.

"Kochou, Hirota." Hiromi answered, focusing her power on her hands as she's slowly getting pushed back.

"Hn." He frowned before he pulled one tonfa back, slamming it into her stomach causing her to fall back, cradling her bruised stomach. Blood red staining through her white uniform shirt.

'Hit twice in a row… That damn Prefect…'

"Ow…" She groaned in pain, tears slowly forming in her emerald eyes. She held back her tears, not wanting to be called a weakling and embarrassing her brother's name. A shadow loomed over her figure as she looked up, cradling her stomach.

She pulled out her long leg and spinned her body on the ground, the leg catching the prefect's ankle. He stumbled back as she stood up and ran off, wanting to get away from the bloodthirsty teen.

A small sillhouete of an infant, who was standing by a window sill, had watch the whole scene and smirked.


"I don't treat men." The male nurse stated, firmly. The crossdresser growled and picked up the doctor by his collar with her bloody hands.

"What do you mean you don't treat men!? Can't you see I'm bleeding here?" She shook him causing his head to fly back and forth. She was pissed off because of the pain around her stomach and back. You can tell she was really furious since her fake grin melted into a furious expression, her true self revealing itself...

No one was out on the hallways, witnessing the girl's violent gestures… or so she thought.

"Like I said, I don't treat men." He repeated, not fazed by the girl's violent actions.

Hiromi dropped the doctor on the ground, stomping passed him to the bed.

"I don't care! I will bandage myself and rest!" She yelled and pulled the curtains to cover the bed and herself from others. She pulled out a bandage roll, lifting up her bruised stomach and wrapped it around her abdomen, then wrapping it around her bleeding hands.

The doctor shrugged and went back to whatever he was doing.

"Oh yeah, give me a spare shirt, will you?" Hiromi requested.


In the classroom...

"Where's Hirota?"

"Kochou-san's not here!"

"Usually Hirota's here at school."

"Did something happen to him?"

"Aww~ Hirota-kun's not here"

"Kochou-kun's probably sick"

"I was going to give him my homemade batch of cookies."

Murmers spread across the classroom, a few glancing at the door in concern. They did not know what happened to their favorite soccer player since he usually greeted everyone once he steps into the room.

"What's with these people murmuring about that weak soccer kid." Gokudera grumbled, annoyed by hearing people fussing over someone, who doesn't 'respect' his boss. Why couldn't they do the same for his boss? He's way more admirable than that Soccer Weakling!

"Kochou-san is an athletic, friendly, popular guy that's kind to everyone… He also doesn't bullies anyone." Tsuna replied, timidly as he poked his fingers together. It was true. Hirota didn't make fun of nor bullied Tsuna at all. He just tries to defend the brunette from the insults whenever he's around them. The classroom door slides open as a male student reported into the classroom.

"Kochou got beat up by Hibari!" He announced.

Everyone had either frozed or gasp in horror when they heard the announcement. Murmers spread across the classroom.

"What are you guys talking about?" A new, familiar voice joined in, coming from behind the male student. The male student turned around and gasp, moving to the side to show the speaker.

"Hirota!/Kochou!" Various of people exclaimed.

"Yo!" She raised a hand with a fake smile plastered on her face. Classmates swarmed around the brunette.

"Are you alright?"

"Where were you?"

"What happened?"

"Hey, I'm fine! I just met Prefect-san." Hiromi smiled, putting up her hands in front of her.

"What?"

One Hiromi's fangirls checked up around Hiromi's body, glancing up and down.

'Suddenly, I feel a little unnerved by her "checking the wounds".'

"Nothing bad happened, I just got hit in the stomach twice and my hands had a bunch of cuts that's all." Hiromi laughed, her emerald eyes twitching slightly.

"Are you sure, Hiro-kun?" Kyoko stepped up, worried about her crossdressing cousin.

'Yoko-chan, Always worrying about me… She and Ryo-kun understands me the best after Rota-nii's death.'

"If I wasn't, then I wouldn't be here, would I?" Hiromi grinned at her cousin, her eyes soften on the form of her cousin.

"That's good." Kyoko smiled in relief. Sparkles appeared around their forms as if they were in their own world.

Everyone was shielding their hands over their eyes, blinded by the shining atmosphere around the 'beautiful couple' .

"Look at the perfect couple."

"So jealous!"

"Why does Hirota get all the girls?"

Tsuna frowned at the 'couple', who were in their own world. The loyal bomber noticed the dejected frown on his boss's face and gritted his teeth, glaring at the smiling Soccer player.

"Tenth, I'll get rid of that soccer kid for you, so you can stay with your girl!" Gokudera declared, making his boss snapped his head to his direction, shocked by his friend's words.

"How did you know-" He was cutted off, blushing.

"Hey stupid Soccer Kid!" Gokudera called out, stomping up to the blonde girl.

"Eh? "Hiromi turned her head, blinking at the name as the blinding atmosphere broke. Kyoko had also turned her attention to the silverette. Well, everyone is.

"Stop trying to steal Tenth's-"

Tsuna slapped a hand over the silverette's mouth and smiled,sheepishly at them as he flushed when he sees his beloved crush. The silverette was about to yell curses at the culprit of the hand, but spotting his boss, he stopped struggling and said nothing.

"S-Sorry… G-Gokudera was just saying… how great you are in soccer!" Tsuna lied, releasing Gokudera's mouth.

"Haha. I didn't think Gokudera would give out compliments! What do you think of me, Gokudera?" Yamamoto grinned, coming up from behind them.

"I think you're an obsessed baseball idiot! And I didn't give that soccer kid a compliment!" Gokudera scowled.

Hiromi rose a brown eyebrow before giving him a fake grin.

"Thanks, Gokudera! You too, Sawada!" Hiromi patted the brunette on the shoulder, laughing.

She didn't land a hand on the silverette since she knew he wasn't fond of her.

"Hands off of Tenth!" Gokudera barked, smacking her hand away from the brunette's shoulder.

"Gokudera, calm down." Hiromi putting up her hands in defense.

Ding! Dong!

Everyone dashed back to their seats when they saw the teacher standing behind the soccer player.

"Why are you all sit-" Hiromi blinked at the sudden atmosphere in the room.

"Kochou-san, Please go back to your seat." A voice said from behind.

'Who?' She spun around and saw the teacher standing in front of her with his books in hand, glaring at her.

She dashed into her seat, rubbing the back of her head as the students laugh. After roll call, Hiromi looked out of the window and sighed, her head leaning on her elbow.

Everyone cares about Kochou, Hirota... Never Kochou, Hiromi...


Ding! Dong!

It was lunch break.

"Hey, Hiro! Let's eat up on the roof today!" Yukita exclaimed, standing in front of Hiromi's desk.

"We can't. Hibari-san restricted that the roof is off-limits." Gin stated, pushing up his glasses on the bridge of his nose. The crossdresser perked up at the Demon Prefect's name.

"H-Hibari-san?! I guess w-we can't go there anymore. haha..." Yukita nervously laugh, his obvious fear seeping out of his voice.

'Hibari, Kyouya... restricting people from the roof to keep it all for himself...'

"Let's go eat in the roof today." Hiromi grinned, trying to cover the smirk on her lips. She wanted to disobey the prefect and somehow irritated him for payback. She just wants to annoy him and then, run away.

"No way! Do you want to get beat up from Hibari-san again?!" Yukita exclaimed.

"Why not? It's not like he's there twenty-four seven." Hiromi shrugged, nonchalantly.

"I see." Gin mumbled.

"Fine..." Yukita sighed, his shoulder slumped in worry and fear.

They walked out of the classroom and went upstairs that lead to the rooftop.

"Finally air!" Yukita barged out into the rooftop and saw three classmates of theirs. Gokudera, Yamamoto, and Tsuna. Gin and Hiromi caught up with Yukita, looking over his shoulder to the three boys.

Gokudera, Tsuna, and Yamamoto blinked at the intrusion.

"What are you doing here?" Gokudera scowled, putting down his chopsticks on his bento.

"Are you here to eat lunch too?" Yamamoto chimed.

"Yeah! Is it okay if we eat with you guys?" Hiromi plopped down beside Yamamoto, ignoring the fuming silverette. Her two friends following suit and opening their bentos.

"No way! How do I know you're not after Tenth?" Gokudera argued, standing up from his seat.

"Eh? No, I don't like Sawada like that! I'm straight! Sorry Sawada, I'm not in that type of relationship." Hiromi feigned surprise, for their reactions in one...two...thr-

"Eh!?"

Tsuna flushed, flailing his arms in front of his face, spluttering nonsense as his face flushed in horror and embarrassment. Gokudera gawked while Yamamoto blinked, staring at his friend's face. Yukita burst into laughter, slapping his knee.

"I think Sawada has a very fine butt, that makes others want to ravish them." Gin voiced out.

Cue five bulging eyeballs.

Tsuna squealed, scooting away from spectacle boy in horror. Yukita twitches, scooting away from his friend and towards Hiromi, disgusted by his comment. Yamamoto was still in the state of shock and just laugh it off after recovering his resist the urge of laughing out loud inbetween of humorous and horror. Gokudera spluttered in shock.

"Unlike Kochou, who has an unappealing butt." Gin continued, taking a bite on his onigiri. He was unfazed by the reactions from his classmates.

Face flushed in anger and embarrassment, the crossdresser glared at the spectacle boy, a tick mark appearing on her head. She will pretend to not hear that, so she won't beat her friend up.

She laughed it off for the sake of her act. Though innerly, she was boiling in rage.

"Let's finish up our lunch before classes start." Changing the subject, everyone sighed in relief.

"Yeah!" Yamamoto grinned, lifting up his chopsticks and digging it into his sushi rolls.


"How dare that smart-ass insulted Rota-nii!" Hiromi growled, throwing punches towards her fired up cousin.

"Yeah! Show your anger and power to the extreme!" Ryohei shouted, dodging the brunette's punches.

"Am I not attractive enough?" A punch landed up under the Sun Guardian's chin as he flew back to the linings of the box. The tanned boy clenched his jaws and staggered up, leaning back on the wire, that's surrounding the ring box.

"Hiromi! That's not true! You're extremely attractive! Lots of girls like you!" Ryohei grab a hold of Hiromi's shoulder, gripping them tightly causing her to wince.

"Ryo-nii, I'm not really a guy you know. I don't want to attract girls." Hiromi scowled, twitching. The future Sun Guardian smiled, softly at his cousin.

"No you're not! But, you're not a girl either!" Ryohei shouted causing Hiromi to wrinkle her brows in confusion.

"I'm not?" She scowled.

"No! You're an extreme girl that fights to the extreme for her dead brother!" Ryohei speeched making Hiromi flashed a small, tiny smile.

"... Thanks Ryo-kun… but can you let go of my shoulders now? You're making my shoulders bruise!" Hiromi's small smile melted into a scowl before Ryohei released her shoulders.

"Now, let's get back to our extreme training!" He declared, bringing up his gloved hands up in the air.

Unknown to them, an infant hitman had watched and heard the whole thing in the shadows…

"Interesting…"


"Ciaossu, Hibari." A small form appeared on the opposite armrest that a raven-head was resting on, reading his book.

"Baby." Steel grey eyes stared at the small form, sitting up on his couch and placing his opened book on his lap.

"Look up Kochou, Hirota's files." Reborn requested.

"That weak herbivore?" Hibari frowned.

"You don't know if he's weak or not. He might be not showing his true intentions. He's not what you think he is. Who knows? He might be a threat to your beloved Namimori." Reborn convinced.

"Hn." His eyes narrowed in suspicion, Hibari layed back down on the couch, his arms folded behind his head as it rested on the armrest. He left his opened book on his lap, not bothering to move it.

"Also find some files of Kochou, Hiromi. Send them to me after you got them." Reborn ordered before disappearing.

"Humph."

The door slide open, revealing a man with elvis-like hair.

"President."

"Kusakube, find files of Kochou, Hirota and Kochou, Hiromi and bring them to me." Hibari ordered, picking up his book and read where he had left off.

"Yes, President." The vice-president of the Disciplinary Committee nodded, leaving the room.


A/N: Sorry, if it wasn't that great. It's really hard for me to re-edit stories since I just change a few words here and there. I can't really change the scene that much since I don't have the story exact in my head like before.