Upon entering the classroom, Kyouya was, as always, met with glares and laughs from most of the boys (who were either smarting from their encounter with Sawada yesterday, or laughing at how the pathetic Dame-Kyouya had to be saved).

"Good morning, Kyou-kun," a sweeter voice called to him.

"Oh, good morning, Nagi-chan," Kyouya said, smiling back. Nagi Dokuro smiled cutely back at him, which set off several steam vents in the boy's face.

"Come on, Nagi, we should sit down." The sterner face of Nagi's best friend, Haru Miura, came into view behind her.

"Oh, okay, Haru," Nagi smiled. Waving, she headed back to her seat. "I'll talk to you later, then, Kyou-kun."

"We should probably sit down too, Tenth," Yamamoto said.

Taking their seats, the teacher stood at the front of the room. He took out the roll folder and began calling out the list of names. Making a few circle marks for absenses, he took out a textbook and flipped it open. "As I'm sure you all know," he said, not looking up to see that Kyouya had his hand raised. "Today is an A schedule, so we'll be havi-"

Without warning, the door slid open, stopping with a small clunk. The teacher glanced up. Realizing who it was, he immediately stood up and attempted a weak smile. "S- Sawada-san!" he stuttered. "Any particular reason for your visit today?"

Not answering, the prefect allowed his eyes to roam over the scared faces of the students, all of whom were no doubt scanning their memories to check if they had done something to incur the fearsome senior's wrath. It was rare that he himself would appear to pull a student out of class, meaning that whoever it was, they had dug themselves into a deep, deep hole, which they would probably be buried in. His eyes roamed about, stopping at random intervals to stare at someone. The students waited with baited breath, following the path of his gaze, and surpressed a gasp each time it stopped. Finally, it came to fully rest on the one student who wasn't focusing, and instead was merely staring through the prefect as a matter of course.

"Kyouya Hibari."

At those two words, the one in question's eyes snapped back to reality, and he stood up, pushing his chair over in the process, a pencil clattering to the floor. "Y- Yes!" he squeaked.

"Did I not tell you to go to the Reception Room after checking into your class?"

As the short conversation paused, the already scared class broke into absolute silence, halting any movement, including their lungs. Mentally, they had been thanking anyone who would listen that it was not them. Then, the horror of Sawada's last question sunk in. Not only was Kyouya in a huge amount of trouble, but it was a double offense. He had already been in trouble, and had failed to carry out the Disciplinary Committee Leader's orders as well.

Dame-Kyouya was probably going to be stone-cold dead by the end of the day.

"I- I had m- my hand raised t- t- to ask if I c- could go," the boy stammered. It was the truth, but no one dared vouch for him, as they preferred to just watch the spectacle than interfere and possibly make something erupt.

Sawada scoffed. "Whatever," he said, turning. "Just come out here for a minute."

"May I ask why?"

Mid-turn, Sawada snapped his head to the left, and locked eyes with the teacher. The older man cringed beneath the sub-zero glare. "I- I was merely asking... b- because Hibari-kun's grades are quite low in every subject, so..." his voice trailed off miserably, unsure of how to finish the sentence.

"Very well," Sawada sighed. "He owes me. Now get out here, Kyouya Hibari."

At that point, students were wondering if the Loser would even be alive to pay back whatever debt was due. Scratch the end of the day, he probably wouldn't last the next twenty minutes.

"Y- Yes..." Kyouya mumbled, slinking out of the room.

The class listened intently to the outside conversation, despite being unable to see, as Sawada had not bothered to move far away, nor to close the door even the slightest bit.

~o-O-o~

"Here," the prefect's deeper voice began, accompanied by the sound of rustling cloth.

"I can't take this, Sawada-san!"

"Just take it."

"Y- yes..."

"If anything happens, then I am holding you personally responsible."

"W- What constitutes as 'anything?'"

"If your grades are miserable, that's your fault, but I'll deal with it. If anything gets broken, that's your fault. If I find any dead bodies anywhere, that's their fault. If you can't make it by the end of the day, that's your fault. If something is on fire, that's your fault. If the infant or that... taboo word comes by, and I dont know about it, that's your fault. If your dog decides he's going to do something funny, that's his fault. If we all end up in another one of your fighting schemes, that's your fault. If a window breaks, that's probably my fault. Understood?"

"H- he's not a dog! A- And the war things aren't my fault!"

"I don't care. And he may as well be one."

"Dogs are omnivores though... B- but I think I got it."

"Good. Now get to work or I'll make you go up that cliff yourself later. Without the pill."

~o-O-o~

The receeding sounds of school shoes hitting the floor reached their ears, and the students quickly reverted to scribbling problems furiously in their textbooks, presuming that it was Sawada who was, at last, leaving the area. Even the teacher kept his eyes riveted on the chalkboard as he wrote down problems. The conversation hadn't made much sense... at all... except to two people.

Undestandingly, after a few minutes, the students began to wonder how badly the Loser had been shocked, to remain quiet for so long. Sneaking a backwards glance, several were stunned into silence. One made a strangled squeaking noise in shock.

The teacher turned to berate the student for creating such a disturbance. "Tanaka-kun, what are you do- wha- eh!"

As the chalk hit the floor, the sharp, defined crack sound seeming to echo throughout the room, every head looked up in surprise. They took one look at the teacher, who was frozen in place, trembling. Following his shaking gaze, heads turned slowly, to look towards the window-side back of the room, the desk closest to the window.

The sounds of many brain stems simultaniously snapping could probably have been heard if one listened.

Twitching slightly at the sound, Tsunayoshi Sawada put his pencil down and looked up.

Angrily, Yamamoto stood up and growled, his chair falling backwards to the floor noisily. "You jerk!" he shouted, completely ignoring the petrified teacher. "What did you do to the Tenth!"

"Nothing," Sawada replied, his steely gaze unwavering. "In fact, I'm helping him, so you should sit down."

No one moved, all eyes still anchored on the two boys. The older one sighed. "Fine," he said, gritting his teeth a bit at having to do something he hated, "If I'm making you all that uneasy, I should probably do something about it."

Closing his eyes, he took a few deep breaths. When he opened them, a haunting ice cover that hung over the entire room seemed to dissipate, bringing everyone back to reality. But only for a moment.

They all found themselves staring dumbstruck at the prefect, at last noting subtle differences that had been dismissed because of their shock. When Sawada opened his eyes, they had clearly lost the orange sheen that made them so terrifying. He even opened them fully, so that they looked kind and readable, unlike the calm, emotionless gaze that they were all so used to. They finally realized that he had no gakuran slung over his shoulders, and wore merely the usual uniform of white dress shirt and dark blue vest with tie, and black pants. He didn't even have the usual red armband, embroidered in gold with "Discipline," pinned to his left arm. He smiled shyly, closing his eyes again and cocking his head to the side.

"If I'm bothering you all so much," he apologized, in an almost perfect imitation of the desk's previous occupant. "Then I'll do my best to act like him. Just pretend that I'm Kyouya Hibari, okay?"

Once again stunned into silence, the class merely turned back to their work, as Sawada did the same, answering each question quickly. Many stole glances backwards to the figure, quietly working, and wondered how on earth they had just traded a loser for a devil.


I feel sorry for that class. Poor students, having no clue what's going on.

I'd love to see their faces though; they probably look like most of you did when you read the first chapter.