GUESS WHO'S BACK

sorry guys. I was so drained from exams that I had no energy left in me to write. After I came back home on my last day of exams, I actually took a long nap because I was tired.

Apologies it took so long to update. But hey, at least it didn't take a month. Here's a long chapter as compensation for the waiting you've done. Thank you, my beautiful readers, for waiting.

"Tomoe-chan."

I knitted my eyebrows together.

"Ayane nee-san. As much as I would like to see your perfect body figure with that ridiculously flashy polka-dotted pink apron you bought last year from Disneyland, I'm pretty busy right now."

She raised her eyebrows, "Playing games on the PS3?"

"No, I'm busy proving to Tetsu that I'm a better gamer than he is."

Tetsu snorted and rested his chin on his palm. "And failing miserably at that," He added.

"I'm still trying to get used to the controls."

"Aneki, it's Mario Cart."

"For your information, I don't play Mario Cart. I play games like Assassin's Creed. Mario Cart is child's play."

"But you still suck at it."

I sent a glare at Tetsu whose lips curled up into a mocking smirk, his chin resting on his palm as he sat cross-legged on the soft brown shaded couch near me. My gaze immediately darted back at the figure standing in front of me that was blocking my view of the TV screen.

"As I was saying, if you could just move instead of standing in front of the TV, I would highly appreciate it," I said, gesturing her to move away from the TV. She crossed her arms stubbornly.

"I just need you to do something for me," She said. I pressed my lips into a thin line, disinterested in what she had in mind for me.

"But it's Sunday. It's my only day off for an entire week," I complained. "I want conserve my energy."

I don't mind doing something. But unfortunately for Ayane nee-san, Japan included Saturdays as a school day unlike other countries who made their Saturdays the weekends. Because of that, Ayane nee-san just has to accept the fact that I won't do absolutely anything due to my excessive laziness on Sundays. Sunday is the only day off for the entire week after all- so why not be lazy for once?

"Besides, the doctor says not to strain myself with heavy work. We can't go against the expert's words now, can we?" I reasoned, hoping that it would make Ayane nee-san forget about me doing something.

"Trust me; it's not heavy work at all," Ayane nee-san huffed, her hands now rested on her hips. "I just need you to send something for me. It's for our next door neighbour."

I raised an eyebrow. "But I thought there's no one living next to our house."

"That's the house on the left. I'm talking about the one on the right."

I sighed in defeat. Just when I was getting comfortable on this couch, too. She could've asked me earlier. I lazily got up from my warm seat and shoved my hands into my pockets, trying to keep myself warm from the cold weather of early spring. "So what's this thing that you want me to send?"

Ayane nee-san pointed towards the kitchen counter. I sigh heavily, slowly dragging myself towards it while muttering curses under my breath. Why didn't she just ask Tetsu to do it? It's much easier that way. I raised an eyebrow when I reached the kitchen counter, wondering the contents of the neatly packaged bento placed on it.

"So, are you gonna tell me why you want me to send this to our neighbour or not?" I asked, picking up the neatly packaged bento from the kitchen counter and slowly dragging my feet towards the door. Smells pretty good.

"Well, I just thought that I should give something to our neighbour. You know, just wanting to do a good deed," She shrugged and walked towards the stairs. I furrowed my eyebrows as I placed the bento next to me and sitting down, tying the shoelaces of my pale aqua converse. "Why didn't you just go yourself since you're the one who wants to do a good deed?" I muttered. "You're so lazy."

"I heard that!" a voice shouted from upstairs.

"I know, I said it OUT LOUD!" I shouted back, pushing myself up from my brief seat and picked up the package placed next to me. I trudged towards the wooden door, putting an effort into turning the cold golden doorknob. I pulled wooden door towards me, the cold and crisp breeze lightly touched my face, causing me to shiver to the bones. I pursed my lips. It's too cold- even for spring. I took a step out of door, immediately regretting the fact that I didn't try harder convincing Ayane nee-san.

Tch, stupid bento. How dare you interrupt my Sunday plans.

Ah, shit. I'm mentally talking to an inanimate object. This thing's driving me nuts.

Wait. Speaking of driving…

"You," I pointed my index finger at Tetsu, who immediately turned his head facing me after the sudden statement. "What?" he asked, looking bored.

"You dare play that game while I'm gone; I'm going to feed the lions at the zoo your chopped body meat," I threatened, my finger still pointing at my younger brother.

He frowned, acting as if he was affected by the threat. "You lack the sense of trust, Aneki."

I lightly snorted at the statement and made my way out, slowly closing the door behind me.

"But thanks for the idea. I'll do that."

"I'm going to murder you."

I exhaled; a puff of white smoke swirled and danced in the cool air as I did so. I looked up at the perfectly detailed and crafted gate standing broadly in front of me. My eyes traced the detailed carvings on the gate, admiring the brilliant work of art silently in my mind. No one ever told me that our neighbour was rich. But then again, I do pass this guy's house every time I come home to and from school. Maybe it's just me.

My eyes searched the plain walls and landed on a doorbell button. I shifted slightly, my index finger brushing against the cold metallic button and pressing it down, making a light 'click' sound as I did so. I retracted my hand and shoved it back into my pocket, the cold air coming up to wash over the warmth that radiated from my hand. I waited.

Nothing happened.

I raised an eyebrow. Maybe they didn't hear it? I pressed the button again, pressing the white button harder than the last. I waited once again.

Again, nothing happened.

My eyes twitched as I clutched the fabric of the neatly packaged bento in my right hand tightly. It's either this guy's not home or he just won't open his gate to a 14 year-old girl who had taken her sweet, precious, valuable time off to give him a warm, nicely packaged, and possibly irresistible bento. But I'm not one to jump to conclusions. Giving this guy one last chance, I pressed the button once again, almost crushing it by my finger and waited for a response.

Still nothing.

And I actually made an effort to come out on this cold day. Thanks for wasting my time. I grumbled under my breath before turning away, annoyed at the neighbour.

So much for doing a good deed.

After I turned away from the house, a soft screech reached my ears. I turned my head, staring at the gate that was slowly opening, releasing creaky sounds. Huh, so this guy actually heard me. Turning my whole body, I waited for the massive gate to fully open. When the gate fully opened, a figure stood in the middle, creepily staring at me with curiosity.

I gaped.

The guy had gravity defying hair. And not like those awesome looking ones you get from animes. Hell no- not at all. I stared at the chunk of hair that completely defied the laws of gravity, blinking profusely. What gang is he from- the 60's Yakuza?

If it wasn't for the Namimori school uniform, I would've thought he was some old dude with a really bad sense of fashion hair. I narrowed my eyes slightly at the figure towering over me. Now that you think of it, is he really a Middle School student? I mean, if he was a high school student I would understand that concept- but he was wearing Namichuu's uniform. Did that mean he's in Middle school?

"Excuse me, Miss."

I snapped from my train of thoughts and stared at the figure before me. "Is there anything you need?"

I blinked. It took me a while to register that this guy was talking to me. I immediately straighten up. "I-I…uh…um…" I stuttered; no real words dared to come out of my mouth. A bead of sweat rolled from my temple. Wait-

How do you sweat on a cold day?

"If you do not have any business here, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave," He stated without hesitation.

Ouch.

And after I considered in doing something on my day off. No way in hell are you gonna ask me to leave after wasting 5 minutes of precious day off trying to deliver this to you.

"I'm here to give you this," I held the bento up, showing him that I had 'business' with him with a scowl. "If you won't accept it, then it's fine. I might as well just go home and eat it myself."

I turned around in a swift motion, indicating to him that I was leaving his presence. Before I took any step further, a hand reached for my right shoulder, putting a halt to my action. I looked over my shoulder, throwing him a curious glance when I heard the dude sigh in defeat. "I'm sorry but I'm afraid that I'm not the one who you intend to give that bento to."

I raised an eyebrow and turned myself to face him. "Why's that? I mean, you opened the gate right?"

He looked away, a bead of sweat rolled from his temples. "Well, yes. But-"

"Unless you're a robber."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

I pulled out my phone and started to dial 110*. "Yeah, hello, Police? There's a robber in front of my neighbour's-"

The guy panicked. "Miss, I'm not a robber! I'm just here for my duties!"

I threw him a stare. "…Duties?" I continued to stare at the panicked prefect as he tries to come up with an answer. A familiar scarlet armband caught my eye, the Kanji 'Fuuki' carefully written on it. I froze.

Oh, so this guy's with the Disciplinary Committee? My bad.

"On second thought, never mind," I mumbled into the phone and hung up. With all dignity I had left, I looked down on my suddenly interesting shoes; slight warmth reached my cold cheeks upon realizing what I had just done. "So if you're not the one I'm looking for, then who is?"

He blinked, confused by my question. "I think you might be looking for Kyo-san."

Kyo-san? Is this Kyo-san so great that he won't even come out for himself and take this bento from me? I brushed my thoughts away and looked up to the prefect who stood awkwardly in front of me. "So, where's this 'Kyo-san' of yours?"

He looked stunned by what I just said; his eyes widened and lips parted slightly into a disbelieving stare that made me confused. Several seconds later, he quickly recovered from his shock and brought up his clutched fist over his mouth, coughing dryly into it before speaking. "Well, he's-"

"Kusakabe," A sharp voice cut in.

Me and Kusakabe, I assume, flinched.

There he was.

The demonic bastard.

He brought up his slender pale hand upon his mouth, yawning loudly before glaring at Kusakabe with his sleepy steel blue eyes, his arms folded lazily. His messy dark lustrous hair blew in the cold and crisp wind and I concluded, from the way he was looking, that he was taking a nap. I fidgeted uncomfortably, clutching the bento in hand tightly. I then noticed his clothing.

"Hey man, aren't you cold?"

He was wearing a plain dark grey shirt that revealed a part of his pale skin toned arms that was folded lazily against his chest, complimented by long black pants. I shivered at the thought of being dressed in such a manner, feeling cold just by looking at him. How was that warm? I mean, not that I care if he freezes to death but you can't help feeling sorry for the guy.

His sleepy glare directed at me, which made me immediately regret for actually feeling sorry for him. Of course he wasn't affected by the cold. He's the cold himself.

"What do you want?" He asked brusquely. Well, it wasn't a question- it was more of a threat if you ask me. I gingerly scratched my cheek, thinking of an answer that would not infuriate the sleepy prefect.

"Uh… well…"

Wait.

Wait a fucking minute.

What's Kyonari doing here? Did he know the address to my house? That's impossible- I went to school the first time yesterday. No one could've known where I lived. Then, what's he doing here? Maybe he had some secret intelligence organisation thing to hunt me down? Wow, that's kinda creepy.

I peeked behind Kyonari and saw a traditional Japanese manor, the carvings and details etched into it screamed 'perfection' and was enough to make a professional artist awe-struck by its fine selection of wood. The traditional house was complimented and surrounded by a lush green garden with noticeable blooming colourful flowers with light frost resting on its petals sprouting across the garden. The crystal clear pond sparkled in the dull sunlight, its clear waters calmly settled in the cold weather. I narrowed my eyes at the seemingly familiar Japanese house and couldn't help but feeling nostalgic towards it.

"Start talking."

I threw a glare at the raven haired male in front of me, tempted to growl at him to leave me with my thoughts for now. It's a good thing I decided to bite my tongue; otherwise he would kill me for sure. I need to say something, fast.

"You stalker."

My eyes widened and I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth, realizing what I had just said. Apparently Kusakabe heard that too- he threw a disbelieving look at me that clearly says 'What the hell are you saying?' with his jaws dropped open.

Oh shi-

"What did you say?"

I looked back to the raven haired male standing in front of me after what he had coldly said, his eyes narrowed into dark slits. Ah, I accidentally said it out loud. It was supposed to be in mind. How did I end saying it out loud?

…

Eh, too late now.

"I-I mean," I began, mentally cursing that I stuttered my words out, "You're next to my house right now. No doubt after what happened yesterday, you would try and find me (or the other guys) using your secret intelligence to hunt us down."

He raised an eyebrow, his face still untouched by emotion. "I live here."

I chocked on my own saliva.

What?

What?

"…What?"

"I will not repeat myself."

He lived here next to me all this time? That's impossible! We moved into a different house! His house is somewhere else where my old one is. Wait. That Japanese house and the garden looked too familiar to actually be replicated. So, does that mean-?

I looked at my house that was just a few metres away from it. I carefully inspected at it, taking in every detail of the house for a few minutes and realized-

We moved into our old house.

Which meant that we're Kyonari's neighbours. I paled, blood drained from my face as I clutched the bento tighter than before.

Oh dear Lord. I'm living next to the Demon of Namimori.

And I hadn't notice.

"I-I… uh…" I was at loss of words. I didn't know what to say to the male in front of me, whose daring eyes still trained on me like a hawk eyeing its prey. So if he knows I moved next door, why didn't he just bash down my door and beat me up right away yesterday? It's much easier. Did he pity me or something?

No, there wasn't time for that. I need to get out of here as fast as I can before he beats me up for yesterday. I hesitantly bent down and placed the bento in front of me onto the damp ground, occasionally throwing a cautious glance at Kyonari as I did so. I straighten myself and gingerly scratched the back of my head. "I…uh… I'll just…leave this here."

I took one last glimpse at the male, who now had his tonfas at hand- his stance indicating that he was ready beat me up for disrupting his 'peace'. He clutched his tonfas tightly; his glare became more intense than ever before.

"Herbivore…" he began.

I expected what was coming next.

"For interrupting my nap," he snarled, seething with anger," I will bite you to-"

"See you later, Hibari!" I quickly interrupted his famous catchphrase, saluting him. I quickly turned away from him and-

I ran.

Tsuna style.

"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIV-OOF!"

I tripped on a small rock.

I repeat; a small goddamn rock.

Way to lose my cool there. I got up instantaneously and continued running towards my house and shouted once again, "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" before slamming the door shut.

Silence ensued with Kusakabe's jaws dropped to the ground.

...

I wheezed and bent down while clutching my knees tightly, regaining my breaths from the running I've done.

That was close. I thought I wouldn't make it.

I looked up and saw Tetsu staring blankly at me, his mouth stuffed with a lollipop. "What are you doing?" He asked blankly.

I walked over and plopped onto the couch in a defeated manner with Tetsu's eyes trailing after me. I sighed in relief and stared at the wood built ceiling above me.

"I was being chased," I simply said, tired of giving an explanation. Tetsu took out the lollipop from his mouth and licked his lips, savouring the sweet artificial flavor.

"Again? Aneki, no offense, but I think dogs really hate you."

"It wasn't a dog," I muttered dryly at him, making him raise his soft scarlet eyebrows and rested his chin on palm. "A cat, then?"

"N-No."

"You stuttered."

"I'm catching my breath, mind you."

"Liar."

"Would I lie about my lack of athletic abilities?"

"Why do you sound so proud?"

His gaze turns back to the TV screen as he picks up the controller that was placed to him. "Then, what were you chased by?" he asked, his eyes fixed onto the black controller her held in his hands. I blinked at him and stared at my reflection on the TV screen, thinking for an answer. My lips parted slightly.

"Our neighbour."

There was a pause.

Tetsu burst into laughter, clutching his stomach and laughing out loud. I vacantly stared at him as he rolls wildly on the couch, laughing and pounding the couch with his clutched fist. He continued rolling wildly until he fell from the couch and onto the cold floor flat on his face, making a loud 'thud'.

There was silence.

My lips curled up into a smirk, suppressing a laugh by biting the insides of my cheeks. Tetsu wakes up and wipes the tears off of his eyes, still mildly laughing. "Ahaha… That's-…haha… That's no surprise…" he breathes in, regaining his composure and rubbing his now red forehead.

"What do you mean 'that's no surprise'?" I asked dryly, glaring at the red haired boy who was busy nurturing himself from the fall.

"Well, Aneki, you always had this aura around you that makes people steer away from you." He stated as he rubs his forehead. "I mean, you seem so awkward around people."

I frowned at Tetsu's statement. "I'm not awkward around people."

Tetsu picked up the controller on the floor and climbed onto the couch. "Yes, you are. You always try to find some excuse to avoid people. And you usually try to keep quiet while someone's talking to you," He presses the buttons on the controller randomly. "Wouldn't you call that socially awkward?"

My gaze shifts back to the TV screen, irritated by the achingly true fact. Since when was he so observant? Seriously, I think Ayane nee-san is influencing him.

"That's just my point of view, of course," He shrugs and rested his elbows on his crossed legs with the controller in hand, staring at the paused game screen along with me.

"…Right," I muttered silently, my eyes still trained on the TV screen. Maybe it was true- the fact that I had always avoided people and tried to come up with some sort of reason to avoid them. I narrowed my eyes. Was that why I didn't have any friends?

Silence filled the room.

"By the way, Tetsu," I broke the silence between us, making him turn his face to look at me questioningly.

"Yeah?"

"You played the game, didn't you?"

"…"

He's in one hell of a situation right now.

Undeniably.

"Miss Fubuki."

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at the middle aged male teacher who was scowling down at me, his spotless black shoes tapping the floor profusely. "Yes?" I managed to say, focusing my eyes on his slightly wrinkled face.

"Since you were off in your own little world," he taps his index finger on the equation he wrote on the blackboard, "how about you solve this for me?"

I hesitantly got up from my seat and walked to the front of the room, the eyes of my classmates drilling into my head as they trailed after me and light snickers could be heard. I picked up the white chalk and stood there, silence enveloping the class with only the sound of Kitada-sensei's shoes tapping on the floor. I stared at the equation in front of me, my eyes inspecting the white powder of the writing on the board.

I began writing the formula then started to work out the equation itself. My hands moved in a swift motion, writing down the numbers and variables while working the equation out. When I finished, I put back the chalk and trudged towards my seat and sat back down, letting out a sigh of relief.

There was silence in the class.

Kitada-sensei's dark brown eyes inspected my work as he puts his hand over his mouth. He then turns around, looking rather surprised (and pissed if I do say so myself). "T-That's right," He stammers, contemplating on whether he should be pissed at me for getting it right or proud that someone got the answer right. The class whispers.

I fidgeted in my seat from the sudden stares and whispers, feeling uncomfortable of the situation I was in. Kitada-sensei brought us back and we continued the lesson which eased the sudden attention I was getting. The bell rang and the class bursts into a cluster of noise, excited for the period to end and shoved their seats back. I slumped back at my seat and sank down slowly, closing my eyes.

Thank God it's recess- I'm starving.

"Fubuki-san."

I gritted my teeth. What is it now?

I opened my eyes and looked up at the brunet who stood right next to me. "Yeah?" I asked in a monotone voice, feeling tired and hungry. Tsuna looked worried. "Are you okay?" he asked hesitantly.

I raised an eyebrow, obviously confused of what he said. "Okay about what?"

"I-I mean-" he paused, thinking properly of his choice of words, "You had to go on your own when the rest of us were altogether. Did Hibari-san chase you?"

I looked up at the ceiling, thinking of an answer. "Well, yeah."

Tsuna had a heart attack. "HIE! T-Then did he bite you to death?"

"No. I managed to somehow get away from him."

"W-Wow, Fubuki-san, you must be really fast then."

I stared at Tsuna who looked at me in amazement. I'm fast? Well, that's new. I lift my weight up from seat and slung my bag onto my shoulder, looking down at my school shoes. "Well," I paused, waiting for him to say something at which he didn't, "See you later."

"Eh? Uh… actually, Fubuki-san," Tsuna interrupted me before I walked away. I turned my head towards him. "What?"

"Do you intend to eat alone?" Tsuna asked worriedly. He felt sorry for the new student since she's yet to make a friend. She is new and she seemed to be pretty distant. So, why not try and make her feel comfortable in this school? He was sitting next to her after all.

I lazily folded my arms as I stared at him. "Well, when you say it like that, it makes me sound lonely." I muttered to him. He apologized and scratched the back of his head gingerly.

"Then, would you like to eat with us?" He asked politely. My eyes widened at the offer.

"Wha-"

"Ah! I'm sorry! I just thought that you might want some company since you're new here! I-It's okay if you don't want to- I understand!" Tsuna waved his hands, panicking.

I blinked.

I didn't even say anything.

"Tsuna's right," a voice interrupted the conversation, causing Tsuna to jump slightly in surprise. Oh look, it's Yamamoto.

"I-I am?" Tsuna asked rather stunned at what Yamamoto had said. Yamamoto nodded and flashed his usual bright grin to Tsuna and me. I swear to God that this guy's flashy grin is like staring directly at the sun in its full glory.

So bright…

"It literally burns my eyes…"

"Hm? What did you say, Fubuki-san?" Yamamoto looked at me questioningly. Ah, I said it out loud.

"Nothing," I responded, "Just wondering what Tsuna was right about."

"Oh, I was just saying that Tsuna's right about you being new in this school. You wouldn't have too many friends since you just started. Besides, it would make sense if we accompanied you after what happened with Hibari," Yamamoto said and laughed. "I mean, runaway buddies should stick together!"

Runaway buddies?

"Runaway buddies?" Tsuna repeated questioningly as if it was in sync with my thoughts. Anyone would agree that sounded a bit… off.

"I refuse." Another voice interrupted and unlike Yamamoto's, it was more of a growl. Oh, I was wondering where he was since he's always tagging along Tsuna. Aaaand he's giving me the death glare.

"Refuse what, Gokudera-kun?" Tsuna asked his friend, whose face was clearly a scowl.

"I refuse to accompany her in recess," Gokudera snarled and continued to glare at me, "She might be a threat to Juudaime."

"W-What!? N-No, Fubuki-san's not a bad person! She doesn't have anything to do with Ma-…" Tsuna paused, thinking of something before continuing, "You-know-what!"

Gokudera was torn between his decision and Tsuna's response. He couldn't go against what his Boss just said and he couldn't trust the woman either. He knitted his eyebrows as he thought of his action. He sighed in defeat.

"Fine," he finally relented, "I'll abide by Juudaime's wishes."

Tsuna sighed in relief.

"But I still don't trust you," He pointed his index and middle finger at his pale green eyes before pointing them at me. "I'm keeping an eye on you," He mutters in a deadly tone before narrowing his eyes at me.

Don't you have trust issues.

"I heard that," Gokudera growled at me, folding his arms.

Ah, I said it out loud.

Again.

I have to stop doing that. It's gonna be the end of me one day.

"So, would you like to eat with us?" Tsuna asked once again, but this time with more confidence. I stared at the strange yet interesting trio standing in front of me and sighed in defeat.

"Fine."

"Woman, I'm trying to eat here!"

"Well, excuse me for trying to open this can."

"Can't you do it somewhere else?"

"Hey man, Tsuna wanted me to hang out with you guys."

"Do you have to moan while you open it? It's unappetizing when people are trying to eat! AND DON'T BLAME IT ON JUUDAIME!

Tsuna quietly munched on his homemade bento, feeling awkward and tense listening to the bickering of the duo. He was silently considering whether he should really have asked the new student to come and eat with them. Gokudera seemed to dislike her-no, forget that, he seemed to despise her for mafia reasons. Tsuna sighed. And he wanted to become just normal friends with him, too.

"They're getting along pretty well!" Yamamoto laughed before taking a bite from his homemade salmon onigiri. Tsuna almost chocked on his bento when he heard that and wondered if the baseball lover really didn't see the fight against the two that could still be heard.

'Getting along?' Tsuna thought at what Yamamoto said and stared at the two who were bickering, 'More like hating each other.'

"Just give me the goddamn can!" Gokudera snatched the can from Fubuki's hands angrily and pursued to trying to open the can, mumbling inaudible curses under his mouth (probably about Fubuki). He managed to open the can on his first try and shoved it towards Fubuki, who looked surprised. "You're pathetic. You can't even open a can of coke."

"Do you always shove people away by insulting them? Because it's working pretty well to me."

"Idiotic woman!" He spat out angrily.

"Octopus head." Fubuki responded.

"Outcast!"

"Douche."

"Tch, shorty."

"I'm 164 cm, Ahodera."

"Keh, you're short!"

"Um… Gokudera-kun, I'm 156 cm," Tsuna intervened, pointing at himself and felt affected by what Gokudera had said. He was definitely shorter than Fubuki. He noticed that she was taller than him since she stood in front of him before she turned away to leave.

Gokudera fell silent.

"J-Juudaime's a different case!" He tried to reassure Tsuna and cheer him up but to no avail. Tsuna mentally pity laughed at himself for being such a reject even though Gokudera would deny that fact many times over.

"Nice save there, Gokudera."

"Shut your pie hole, woman."

Although Gokudera-kun's only insulting Fubuki-san, it's good to know that he still tries to communicate with her despite all the insults and bad names. And Yamamoto doesn't seem to mind- he's laughing his head off right now looking at those two who are arguing. Tsuna smiled to himself. Maybe I still have a chance in making good friends.

"Hey, Gokudera, I think you have herpes."

"YOU LITTLE-"

…Or maybe he would need to reconsider about the 'good' part.

"See you tomorrow, Fubuki-san," Tsuna waved at me, Gokudera still giving me his scowl and Yamamoto flashing his cheerful grin while waving his hand at me also. I waved slightly at them, feeling conflicted whether I should bid them goodbye while standing there in front of the school gate. After a long period of time slowly waving at the brunet, he was still standing there (still waving at me) but he looked confused.

"Fubuki-san, aren't you going home?" he asked.

"No," I simply replied, wondering why they still haven't gone home yet.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked worriedly. I pressed my lips into a thin line. "Well, I need to go to the bathroom."

I could see the writing on Gokudera's forehead saying, 'what in the bloody hell' to me. Couldn't blame him, though- but I really do want to go to the bathroom.

"So," I trailed off, my right foot kicking the dirt under my shoes, "See ya."

And I dashed like my life depended on it to the bathroom. Why? Because I've been holding it in since History class since Mr Tanaka wouldn't let me go. 'Students nowadays do drugs in bathrooms', he says. 'You might be one of them', he says. I don't look that pale like those drug addicts, do I?

After I finished my, um, business in the bathroom, I went out and start to walk my way to the exit. Today was rather unexpected to say in the least. I had unexpectedly made friends- no, wait- acquaintances with the most unlikely people in my class. Well, people are still people after all. At least I'm being a bit sociable like Ayane nee-san told me to.

Just before I stepped out of the school building, a figure stands broadly in front of me. Judging from the familiar black Gakuren jacket flying and the dramatic music mentally playing in my mind in the background, you can guess who it was by now.

Lovely.

"You're gonna bite me to death, aren't you?" I asked him in a monotone voice, my eyebrows knitted together. He cocked an eyebrow up. "You said that line to me like more than three times."

"Hn, so you understand the predicament you are in."

"Very well aware of it, yes," I said to him bluntly, "Don't know why though."

"Simple," he says bluntly before taking out his tonfas, the shiny metal reflecting the sun to my eyes, "You have broken the peace in Namimori."

"What? All I- I mean we-did was stay behind at school because no one had actually bothered to tell me that school was over." I retorted, reasoning to him. "And, the doctor says that I still need time to heal. Oh Great Hibari-sama, spare me this one time, will you?"

I could literally feel my insides churning after I said that line.

He raised his tonfa without hesitation, "Excuses are for the weak."

"Says the person who wants to beat me up for no reason." And that was my mistake because he knocked me out.

Again.

Imagine my joy when I woke up.

Hell, I had to be sent to the hospital to get my bones checked.

But, for some reason, after that incident I seemed to have remembered something. It was weird and creepy at the same time but it was probably because of his tonfas nearly cracking every bone in my body that triggered the memory up.

I remembered-

That his name was Kyoya.

OMAKE

Hibari was pissed.

Kusakabe couldn't blame him though, considering the girl did scream out "You'll never catch me alive" without hesitation and with no sense of shame whatsoever.

A bead of sweat rolled from Kusakabe's temples as he stares at his frozen raven haired superior, who was still clutching his tonfas, and back to the house of the not-so-familiar girl. Was he going to break into the house and bite her to death? Kusakabe pressed his lips into a thin line. She did interrupt his ever so popular line and ran away from him.

Kusakabe widened his eyes slightly when Hibari shifted, bending down and reaching out to the neatly packaged bento and inspecting it with no interest in his slanted eyes. He remained in that position for a moment before turning to his house in a swift turn. Kusakabe was surprised.

"Is Kyo-san not going to discipline her now?" he asked curiously. Hibari continues to walk with the bento in his hands. "I refuse to go to her house and barge in. That simply means that I would be breaking the rules of Namimori," He stated, disgusted by the fact that he would break Namimori's peace.

Oh, so that's the reason why. Kusakabe always knew that he loved the peace in Namimori.

"Kyo-san!" Kusakabe called out. Hibari paused from his walk and turned to the tall male behind him, glaring at him. Kusakabe gulped-even after all those years of serving under him; he himself was still not used to his death glare.

"Do you want me to administer punishment for the Miss for disrespecting you?" Kusakabe asked. He knew it was his job to also 'discipline' the people of Namimori who are rude to Hibari but he felt sorry for the girl. She gave him a bento which was extremely rare for anyone to do (unless they were reprimanded, of course, by Hibari who could easily get what he wants). Although from the looks on her face, it didn't seem like she wanted to give the bento considering that she suggested on going home and eating it herself.

Hibari stared at Kusakabe for a moment and looked away on the grass, irritation and revenge was clear in his eyes. "I will discipline her myself," He replied before looking back to the bento, narrowing his eyes.

Kusakabe sighed mentally, knowing that it wouldn't look pretty if he wanted to bite someone to death. "Do you know her, Kyo-san?" he asked a random question, rather curious.

Hibari didn't seem to be in a mood to talk because he shot Kusakabe with a murderous glare before turning back to his manor along with the bento dangling from his hand, yawning softly. Kusakabe sighed and followed him, knowing it was time for them to go back in and do his duties. He knew Hibari wasn't the type to give away his own personal life to just anyone so he wasn't going to pursuit him about the matter.

If anyone asked him about his personal life, Hibari would've 'disciplined' them already. Kusakabe sighed in relief. Thank God he was the assistant Head of the Discplinary Committee. Even so, that doesn't mean he doesn't get in trouble.

Although, he could've sworn he heard something when he was following his superior back to the house. It had a hint of disgust and it was barely audible but Kusakabe managed to interpret it silently in his mind.

"She was my neighbour."

…He'll just pretend it was the wind just for safety measures.

The Omake was last minute. Since you guys are ANXIOUS to know if Hibari did remember her or not, well, that's your answer. Although it's in Kusakabe's point of view, HIBARI DOES REMEMBER (WHADAYYA KNOW?). Le gasp. I had a lot of ideas to actually write the way he would remember her. I was thinking if maybe it would be like:-

Hibari: Fubuki, I have waited for you for 7 years. We meet again.

Tomoe: Yes, Hibari. I missed you.

Hibari: Do you remember when I used to sit next to you and watch the scenery? I truly missed that. More importantly, I missed you.

Tomoe: That is true. I missed that. In fact, I missed everything about Namimori. Oh, I MISSED YOU. HIBARI, HOLD ME!

Hibari: Let's do it.

...

GOD NO.

That is highly disturbing. No... just...no... THAT IS OOC. THAT IS TOO EXPLICIT AND AND!? ?! WHAT IS THAT. THAT ABOMINATION

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