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Betaed by Terry nightstalker


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It took Tsuna exactly thirty minutes and twenty seconds to realize that maybe, the florist was right. Maybe, he was a lucky one today. On a second thought, maybe his luck was based on other's miseries, which he chose not to care about right now.

From his hiding spot, he had a marvelous view on what happening on the scene nearby. Despite their advantage in numbers, the major crowd was being taken down one by one by a single man. No, a teenager, to be precise. They were struggling hard though. Shouting and swearing could be heard from the other end of the road. Yet they keep falling down, their efforts being in vain.

This was not a fight, this was what people might call a massacre.

And the teen - tonfas firmly in his hands - moved back and forth among the crowd as though performing a dance with a violent rhythm. His lips turned up a bit at the edges, forming a brief, microscopic smile. Even with this distance, there was no mistaking that the teen was enjoying what he was doing, striking and battling mercilessly .

It left Tsuna speechless how this image could bring him a sense of deja vu, from back in the day when he was a real adolescent. Only this time, he didn't want to run away at the first chance. Nevertheless, he shook faintly because of the anticipation running through his veins, and clutched his hand until the knuckles were white, unaware of the falling flower petals.

His eyes followed the black-haired-teen's every move with an intense gaze. Tsuna soon recognized the familiar object pinned to his sleeve: a bright red armband with thin lettering printed . How interesting. It meant that Hibari was currently in middle school...He himself was a high school student. Tsuna blinked in confusion,he hadn't expected that in this world he got a chance of being older than Hibari... Does that mean I am no longer the one who needs to add -san when calling his name, but it was actually Hibari's turn to do so?

A shiver ran down his spine at the thought. Well, a part of him involuntary felt exciting, but the other -more logical- part told him that he was asking for his own grave and that, no matter how long he waited, never in billions years would he see that happening. Let's not forget about the fact that Hibari had never called him anything but herbivore and omnivore in most situation or just a bunny in private.

Within a few minutes, the fight was all over, with the victory's light shining upon a certain individual. If it were another person, Tsuna would be surprised, but this was Hibari he was talking about, so he would expect no less... Hibari, the name alone meant pure terror and trauma for those who dared to cross his path and were lucky enough to survive to tell the tale. Never underestimate him, teenager or not.

Tsuna watched as Hibari swung his tonfas into a fast curve, splashing the remained blood off of his weapon. And then, he stumbled a bit…Yes, he definitely stumbled a bit, but quickly regained his balance and coolly walking away as if nothing had happened. Tsuna narrowed his eyes at the retreating figure, his body unconsciously moved along the path of the prefect.

It seemed that the prefect was on one of his patrols around the town, with practically everyone trying to get out of his way and even some literally running away at the sight of him. Tsuna didn't pay much attention to his surrounding, though. The more he secretly observed, the more strange signs in the prefect he took notice of. From his tilted shoulder, his tenacious grip on his tonfas like he was making an effort to resist something…. Moreover, the shockingly small increase of doom aura he produced as he walked past the noisy crowd street.

It was a common knowledge that Hibari despised crowds, especially a noisy ones.

Tsuna continued to follow him into a small alleyway. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the prefect suddenly fall on the ground!. Now this is getting weirder and weirder…, he vaguely thought, legs already rushed over to the fallen. His footsteps became more reluctant and slower when he got nearer the teen.

Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, Tsuna stayed very still for a moment for fear of being caught . He only saw a sliver of Hibari's face due to his position and the dim light cast down through the gap of two tall buildings above. It certainly was not enough!

Tsuna carefully reached out a finger, and poked the body next to him a little. No reaction.

Poking.

Poking.

Poking.

Still no reaction.

Tsuna took it as a good start to try something new, namely angling the unconscious body so that he could take a good look at him and inspect what was wrong. However, when he laid his hand on Hibari's shoulder, he immediately knew what the problem was. Even under the layer of fabric, there was too much heat radiated from his body to be considered normal!

He is running a fever…Tsuna realized, hand slipped up to touch the burning forehead of Hibari. Checking more closely, he also noticed the dotty dark-color spots scattered on the white shirt the prefect wore. Now Tsuna was officially terrified. Could it be...?

Without delay, he unbuttoned and pull open the shirt, revealing the bare chest.

Tsuna took in a deep breath as his suspicion was proven to be true, much to his horror. Wrapping around the upper chest of Hibari were loose bandages, already colored red by blood. It had to be the reason why he'd smelled the thick scent of blood in the air.

Chewing his lower lip thoughtfully, Tsuna quickly tugged his orange bag around, settling it on his thighs and pulling open the zipper. He glanced up at the wound as he worked and considered the chance of infected wound would be the cause of the fever in the first place. Very high.

Finally, Tsuna stopped his searching and pulled free what he'd been looking for.

A half-full bottle of water, an unused handkerchief which his mother insisted him on keeping, and clean bandages. He had made a habit of carrying them around, just in case. It turned out a very good decision, indeed.

Firstly, he need to check the wound. Tsuna carefully removed the old, dirty bandages. He flinched at how badly it was : the mouth of the wound still opened and marked with the swollen, angry red color. On top of that, there was blood bleeding from the side of the cut. How could he still fight viciously in this state ? Tsuna darkly thought, somewhat angry without clear reason. It seemed that some things would never change, even in a different parallel world. Battle maniac would still be the perfect tag for the prefect no matter in what dimension.

Tsuna soaked the handkerchief with water and began to clean the wound, replaced the bandage with a clean one. After that, he was torn between the idea of resting the damp cloth against Hibari's burning forehead or calling an ambulance, since the wound certainly needed more than a proper check-up and not simple first-aid.

Yet in the end, he did nothing.

The smell of blood still lingered, faintly but easily noticed. It mixed with the scent of the slightly crushed blue flowers lying innocently next to him, making a strange perfume that was both alluring and real. Before Tsuna knew it, he'd already had his thumb trailed along the line of the prefect's face. It truly was a surprise that he didn't find surprised at his action at all...

Finger silently brushed the fervent skin, memorizing every details. Little by little, bit by bit. The face underneath his hand was still soft at the edges and unmarked by the dark world. This face underneath was so familiar yet so strange in the same time compared to the image of his Cloud Guardian engraving into his mind. No, not strange...It was justyounger.

Deeply in thought, he didn't realize that the prefect had been awake. He only did when a hot hand suddenly grasped on his own.

"G- away." Tsuna blinked, his head tiled slightly as he heard a croaked voice.

"Pardon?"

"Fuc- off," was all Hibari responded weakly, his eyelids fluttering violently, trying to open more.

"Hervo- yo- are..." His voice was rough and hoarse, and Tsuna could see how the light in his eyes flared dangerously despite being mostly clouded in haze. Animality. Wariness. And most of all, the cold and unacquainted hint so clearly that almost so painful to see from that familiar grey orbs….

Hibari could never finish his sentence, because Tsuna's hand was already moving up...

After a second, the prefect had safely fallen into the la-la-land again, though this time more forceful, and perhaps a bit painfully, too.

That was also when Tsuna's brain finally kicked back into gear, and he scrambled over to Hibari's side. Panic shot through his entire body. Of all people, he hadknocked out Hibari, for the God's sake... Doom! Doom! He was so doomed!. Now that he thought about it, who had undressed the teen beneath him and touched him and literally knocked him out of conscious when caught red-handed? Certainly not him, right, right?

Someone please tell me that all of this is just a dream...oh, please,PLEASE!

Oya, and you are the one who always call me a pervert~~

It is very unthoughtful act of yours, Dame –Tsuna. But a very good one. You should show who is the stronger in this kind of situation. Now go on for the next step-

Tsuna didn't know why his evil mind had chosen this crucial time to imitate the voices of Mukuro and Reborn to taunt him, but he was sure it was annoying him to no end. Oh just STOP! you are not helping at all! Tsuna mentally screamed, scowling at his trembling bare hands.Calm down! The damage was done and nothing could change it. Now it is not the freaking time to be scared! If Reborn saw me in this state, he would shoot me down immediately! Or maybe I should kill myself , better to escaping this embarrassing moment first...

Tsuna nearly jumped out of his skin when a melodious sound reaching his hearing. The anthem song of Namimori's middle school, one that he'd never forget. He quickly found a cell phone from Hibari's black jacket and hesitated to answer after a long glance at the name appearing on the screen.

"Hello...What? I'm just a nobody. No more, no less. Trust me, please. Uhm,I don't think Kyoya-san is in the mood or the state of talking . He is badly injured... No, Hell,I swear, I'm not the bastard who did it. Listen, you should come here quickly..."

He hung up after the second telling Kusakabe briefly where they currently were. Trusted him to know the way, and if he did not, Tsuna could happily choose not to mind. He want to spend more time with Hibari. It was the truth that he could not deny. Yet he hoped that the Disciplinary Committee's members could come here as soon as possible for Hibari's treatment, too. What complicated and conflicting emotions he got here...

Hibari's skin was still badly flushed and his breathing was a bit shallow, and Tsuna slowly slid his fingers into the prefect' hair to begin a slow caress and massage. He had done this for him several times before but this time the feeling was different. Hibari's body immediately tensed at first but slowly relaxed and Tsuna felt his own body releasing the tension built up from preparing for the job. Yes, some things definitely did not change, regardless of circumstance. . . .


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Tsuna knew it was time for him to flee the scene. He really did. It was a supremely rare opportunity, he knew, to be near the prefect like that without any violence involved. But he shouldn't get in more trouble than he already had. Being caught next to a shirtless young man certainly didn't fall out of that category, especially as the said young man was Hibari.

Yet his heart told him otherwise….

After a minute, which to him seemed like a long time, he finally surrendered to the urges of his mind. Putting the blue flowers on Hibari's black jacket, he pulled out his own cell phone. Camera mode soon was activated, followed by a sharp Click sound. Then he pack all his belongings back to his bag, making sure nothing was left behind. By the time he finished packing, his ears picked some noises echoed across the walls.

It seemed like the DC members had finally found their way. Scowling a little, Tsuna tried to suppress the emerging frustration inside. With one last look at the unconscious face of the prefect, he turned his back and began to run, thus creating the chase that would forever be remembered in the history of the current DC's generation. Because the next morning, a whole certain DC's department suffered from the wrath of none other than their infamous leader, and leading to the biggest but futile hunt for a mysterious person who dared to provoke the demon of Namimori.

But at the moment, Tsuna was on the run, completely oblivious to the chaos he had caused for the future. Somehow, he got a feeling that he had signed his own death warrant , a very painful one of being bitten to death if Hibari ever found out about his unique picture. Is it really worth it? Tsuna clutched his cell phone tightly, a smile lighting up his entire face. Hell yeah!

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