Me: OMG HOLY FACK GUYS. A LOT OF PEOPLE ACTUALLY REVIEWED! I DON'T WHY, BUT I FELT THAT WAS THE WORST CHAPTER I HAVE EVER POSTED.

Gokudera: It was.

Me: FUCK YOU. But anyway, THANKS YOU GUYS. And now, I return to a normal chapter which I will only receive 4-5 reviews as usual. Because now I know that THIS is the worst chapter I have ever posted.

Reborn: Yamamoto is having a mental break down after he was told to be a cock block for last chapter. I'll be taking his place in his stead.

Me: Suh-weeet~! Missed you babe. Knew you couldn't stay away from this sexy face. *troll face*

Reborn: Shut up. Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Amano Akira only. Characters were borrowed only this author's selfish use. Damned idiot.

Chapter Seven:

Stupidity Gets You Somewhere

"What happened to your wrist?" Tsuna asked, staring at the bent carpus in shock.

"I don't mean to be rude, but isn't it obvious that I broke it?" Masaru retorted, cocking an eyebrow. "I didn't go to the hospital and get it fixed because it costs money."

"You can ask your parents for money."

"I live on my own in a run-down apartment due to the fact that my family lives in Italy; most of the expenses go to cheap food, which tastes like garbage, and electricity. If I have extra money, I'll buy a few books and movies." She then raised the injured arm to Tsuna's face. "Please fix this if you have the magic fingers—without making me cry "like a lil' bitch". Wait. I change my mind; just recommend me to a person that will do this for free. If there is any at all."

Tsuna had a palm being dragged down his face and sighed deeply. "There's Dr. Shamal that works here at the infirmary. I'm sure he'll treat you for free because you're a girl." Under his breath, he added, "Maybe." She did act like a boy a lot. Perhaps her a girly look won't make him confused! Or make Dr. Shamal think she's a very pretty cross dresser.

"He sounds like a pervert."

"Well he is, but he's not a bad person! Honestly!"

Masaru forced her eyes to stare straight at the building and not roll, "Never mind. Goodness knows, I might be harassed to my death bed."

"Dr. Shamal is a really nice person!" defended Tsuna, raising his arms in defense. Plus I think Dr. Shamal is more interested in girls with curves and meats on their bones.

"Do tell."

"He's umm….Dr. Shamal helped me many times when I was in trouble!"

"Prove it."

Tsuna realized he was not going to get anywhere with the apathetic person. Giving up, his shoulders slumped. "Let's just…Let's just get to class." Damn woman, always had to be right. At least Kyoko-chan isn't like that.

Masaru agreed, "Sounds good to me." They walked to the classroom in a comfortable silence—if Masaru didn't count the times Tsuna would keep eying her wrist. Reaching there in just a minute before the bell rang, everyone shuffled to their wooden seats and sat down. The narcoleptic was grateful for it because no one could witness her injury and talk about it. The entire time however, Masaru looked at the green board being filled up with lines. Her eyes started to droop from exhaustion, and she laid her forehead on the cool desk, closing her eyelids tightly. She just wanted to escape; to leave and get away from reality.

"FUJI MASARU!"

Masaru sat up slowly, head pounding, and wrist aching in pain. She bit the tip of her tongue and glared at the teacher. "Yes sensei?"

"Pay attention and take notes or get out!" Sayuki-sensei snapped, tapping her stubby feet on the floor impatiently. The group of girls behind her broke out into a fit of bubbly giggles. "I'm sick and tired of you always sleeping in the class and failing. I will not have a failure of a student in here. Sharpen up your horrendous behavior or else I'll have to resort to talking to the principal in switching you to another teacher who's willing to deal with your thick-head."

"Yes sensei." The plump woman had a haughty grin on her face, until Masaru began packing up her books, was it wiped off.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Masaru stated indignantly, "Out."

"W-What?"

" 'Pay attention and take notes or get out!' " Masaru mocked. Everyone gasped. "I choose to get out." Dragging her feet to the door, she threw the door open in one violent action and grunted at the sharp jab in her wrist. I should really go to the doctor. Then again, it costs money. Taking one last look at the class, her body froze on the spot; it felt like a knife was wrenched down her throat when Enma bored his red eyes into her—worried. Throwing the unwanted feelings away, Masaru walked out of the class hastily.

"FUJI MASARU! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Masaru couldn't. She didn't want to deal with anyone right now. "I'd rather not. I wouldn't want to become infected by an obnoxious git like you. You damn incompetent fool of a teacher," she said insultingly, her voice fading the farther she got down the hall and her list of insults used commonly in America and United Kingdom.

Hibari gave a sharp intake when Masaru walked into the Reception Room and laid on the couch. His reaction made it evident that he did not forget about the incident yesterday. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Hanging—laying to be precise actually." She turned on her side to look at him. "I'm in here because I'm getting ready to be expelled from this school."

"That reason is?"

"I directed my profane language against my useless teacher."

"Do I want to know the details?"

"Depends. Do you want the details to melt your ears off now or later?"

He only settled back in his chair and laced his hands across his stomach, nodding. "Good point." In his peripheral vision, he saw Masaru cradling her arm carefully—her brows were furrowed together, and she was biting her lips. Bounding to her after a few seconds, Hibari grabbed her by the elbow and pulled it to him forcefully, examining it. Her wrist was swelling up, and the once white skin was purple and green. Hibari smiled when he remembered the time he snapped it because she threw a weak punch to his face out of anger. That gave him a sense of thrill. Being punched in the face by a girl of course, not snapping her bony corpus and seeing her in pain. That would just be too weird—even for his standards. Weeellll…no, not really. "You didn't go to the hospital."

"No shit—ngghn!" Masaru gasped in discomfort at the pressure applied to her wrist. "You're a fucking basta—owww!"

Hibari smirked smugly, "Clean your foul mouth and I'll convince the principal to give you a detention."

"You're fuck—I hate you!" Masaru yelped; it was the first time she ever showed so much emotion to another person. Not even her parents had brought out this side of her. She tried biting his hands, but he slapped her over the head.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?"

"..." Masaru began grumbling in Italian, pissed off. "Are you going to let go?"

"Go to the hospital," he demanded.

"Why should I?"

"You need to be in good conditions to clean this afternoon. I will not let you off just because you're whining over this simple injury."

"That's right. I forgot that school comes first for a psychotic person like you." Masaru was seething with hot fury and she clenched her hands, her fist turning white. "For your information, I was never whining over something so trivial like this. Now if you would excuse me," she snatched her arm away roughly, "I'll be heading to the principal's office to receive my expulsion. The faster I get it, the faster I can get out of this school and never see you again." In a minute, she was pushed down the chair with him straddling her.

Hibari glared at her, "You're not going anywhere as long as I say so."

"Funny. I didn't know you have authority over the headmaster," she retorted, wincing. "Besides, why do you care so much? You don't need me here to pick up after the students. You have a janitor that would be happy to clean for money. And it's been over a month and half at best, that I polished up this crappy place for my original punishment of puking on your lovely loafers. If I didn't know any better, " Masaru leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear with an evil glint, "I would think that you like me."

"You are clearly delusional," he snapped, albeit his throat became dry at the outrageous idea. Maybe it was just him being repulsed by the idea. And then a crazy thought visited him, Did he like her? No, absolutely not. He did not like her. She was a little similar to him when it came to the personality. There was nothing eye-catching about Fuji Masaru besides the fact that she was half Italian and Japanese. She was socially inept, and with her grades, it was apparent that she was an idiot. She wasn't even feminine at all. Nor did she have any decent manners. It was ridiculous. The thought of liking a girl, if she could be called that, like her was pathetic. Yet….

"Say what you think, but it seems to be that I clearly hit a touchy subject you like to avoid." Masaru shoved him away before he could respond and strode to the door calmly. Craning her neck, she locked eyes with him. "I was just joking by the way. I know you're asexual. You're probably keeping me here to torture me because you're a sadist. And since I have a problem with shitty cliche moments, I'm gonna go. Bye bye."

…Her sense of humor was extremely dirty and dry.

Hibari Kyoya did not realize he had breathed a sigh he held in relief, I don't have feelings for the narcoleptic. He grunted. He really felt an urge to get some fresh air. Stepping out of the Reception room, he headed out of the school building from the back and rounded up in the corner, finding Masaru laying in a pile of heap on the flower beds planted in the front. Her arms and legs were sprawled out on the ground and she was knocked out, a soft snore escaping from her lips. She couldn't wait to fall asleep until she got home? Hibari contemplated whether or not he should leave her there or carry her to the infirmary.

"Masaru." Hibari's head snapped up when he saw the familiar red-head hurry over to her. A strong urge of hitting Kozato rushed to him, and he couldn't put a finger on why he wanted to. Enma crouched besides her form; he touched her shoulder and nudged her softly. "Masaru, wake up. The teacher told me to find you and bring you back." She didn't stir one bit. A deep frown marred his face, and he shook her again. "Masaru. I know you're faking. Your fingers are twitching."

"Tell her I died."

Hibari scoffed at her stupidity.

Enma smiled, "Sayuki-sensei's not going to believe you."

"She never believes me, " Masaru retorted, sitting up. She lifted her arms above her, stretching before she gave another yawn, smacking her lips together. "I'm starting to think that she really hates my guts."

"….You just noticed that now?"

"Silly Enma. I would be a fool if I noticed her hatred for me now." Was Masaru always so…What was the word Hibari was looking for?...Happy? He could never remember a time when Masaru seem to enjoy living. The only exception was when Enma was around. But why? What was damn special about the red-head?

"Aren't you?"

"Pardon me?"

Enma re-worded his earlier question, "Aren't you a fool?"

"Does a fool have photographic memory?"

Photographic memory? Hibari frowned. Masaru might have been pulling off a lie that seemed too hard to believe. Except that's the thing: a lie that seemed too hard to believe. Why would Enma believe her? Was he just that stupid, or did she actually have photographic memory? If she did have that, why did she have such horrible grades? Hibari grew aggravated at not knowing as much as he thought he originally did when it came to the Eurasian girl.

"No. But I think only a fool fails school, " Enma replied wittily, chuckling.

"Takes one to know one." They sat in the stillness. Hibari observed them from the side of the school, wondering why he hadn't attacked them so far. "Is there any particular reason why Sayuki-sensei wants me back in the classroom?"

"I don't think Sayuki-sensei wants the other teachers to find out that she couldn't keep a single student under control," Enma said loftily.

Masaru's eye twitched. "Even after I insulted her?"

"…Yeah. Maybe...I take it back. I don't know anymore, " he said sheepishly.

"Huh. I guess that means I won't be getting expelled."

"For what?"

"Cursing at the teacher. Didn't you hear me?"

"Umm…." Enma fiddled with his shirt a little bit. "I couldn't tell. You were speaking Italian after she yelled at you to come back to the classroom."

"I did?"

He nodded.

"I didn't even notice."

Hibari scoffed. Stupid.

"Well then, let's get going."

Enma gave her a hesitant smile, "I'm sure everything will be fi—What happened to you?"

Masaru returned his question with a startled look, sitting up. "I'm sorry. I can't answer that unless your question is more specific."

The red-head frowned. "I meant, what happened to your"—he gestured to her wrist—"you know."

"Oh. I got hurt." Enma gave her a flat stare and she sighed. Masaru patted his head lightly. "I'm not telling you anything else besides that. Just forget about it. It's not that important."

"Can't at you at least go see the doctor about it?"

"It costs money, and I don't have insurance over here."

"What's the problem with that? It's only money."

Masaru repeated her earlier words to Enma—not realizing that she was feeding more unknown information to Hibari (and Reborn from his cameras). "Really, don't worry about it. I'll be fine—why must you curious people hurt me?" Masaru yelped when Enma squeezed her wrist tightly.

"S-Sorry! I just wanted to see how bad it was!" Enma explained rapidly, guilty. "A-Are you angry?"

She laid back and exhaled a large puff of air, "No."

Enma felt another pang of guilt strike him. "I wish I could help."

"You don't have to do anything for me." Masaru's eyes widened, feeling herself being lifted off the flower bed, thrown over a sturdy shoulder. "Put me down this instance, ugly."

Hibari had enough of their nonsense "You. Get to class, or I'll bite you to death," he said, directing his threat at Enma—whom looked hesitant. Enma looked at Masaru apologetically. Masaru gestured for him to leave, which he was grateful for. "As for you, I'll be taking you to a doctor to get you treated."

"I'm broke."

"I have connections."

"Wow. Fantastic baby."

From above, the windows flew open and a bunch of girls stuck their heads out the window, "DANCE! WOO HOO! I WANT TO DANCE, DANCE, DANCE, DA-DANCE DANCE! FANTASTIC BABY!" They sang, out of tune and at the top of their lungs.

"Wow. I never knew that many people like Big Bang."

"Shut up."

Masaru bored her eyes into the back of Hibari's head for the past thirty minutes while she was getting a cast. "This is your fault."

Hibari spared her a look, and sneered. "You're telling me this is my fault when you decided to punch me in the face? Pathetic."

"Technically, you did approach me first while my emotions were unstable. You just happened to, hmmm. What is the phrase I'm looking for? "Piss me off?" That's it. You could have waited until Monday to talk to me, Hibari-san," Masaru shot back.

"If you're trying to put the blame on me by twisting your words, it's not working. I have dealt with better people that deal with manipulating others. Compared to them, yours is just child's play."

She reached over and tucked a loose strand behind his ear like a female protagonist of a shoujo manga, smirking. "Straying away from the main topic? I think you're being a manipulative, conniving, son of a bitch yourself too. You don't have any excuse to approach me outside of school grounds." He put his nose up in the air and gave her an arrogant gaze. "No excuse? Great. Good job you walking accident." She got slapped over the head.

"Tell me. Why would a girl like you, whom has a perfect life, be so emotionally unstable?"

"It's none of your concern."

"I'm getting a doctor to check out your injury for free. I have the right to know."

"You're the one that injured me in the first place. You should be required to pay for my hospital bills."

Hibari narrowed his eyes into slits, "Tell me." She clasped her mouth together tightly and avoided meeting his eyes. He grabbed her by the chin and force her to meet his stare. "If you don't tell me, I can assure you, you will regret it."

Masaru face resumed to appear blank again, but she spoke in a malevolent tone, "I didn't know you were so interested in another person's love life, Hibari-san."

"Love life?" Ah. So that meant Masaru got to go on a date with Enma after all. Judging by her reaction, it didn't turn out so well. He snorted, and released her, "Never mind."

Quietly, she asked, "Am I that sad?"

He answered without any hesitation, "Yes."

"Hmmm..." Her head was bobbing up and down, and her eyes were starting to droop again. She was tired. Masaru hopped off the chair and laid on the cement.

"Act like a female for once by having some modesty, and get off the floor." By the end of his sentence, she was long gone. Hibari grunted in annoyance and reached down to grab her by the collar. Using little force, he picked her up by touching only her clothing, and set her on the bed. She rolled around a little, before snuggling into the mattress. He sighed.

Damn narcoleptics.

Me: More interaction with Hibari! Yay! And did you notice that I used a cliche plot to get them together? I THINK SO. AND, did you guys notice that fanfiction is FINALLY letting you upload pictures as your BOOK COVER? It's so cool.

Gokudera: Loser.

Me: Baby I know. And for those Big Bang fans out there, I'M A VIP! CONTACT ME HOES. LOL Nah, I kid. But if anyone likes

Avatar: The Last AirbenderAnd is interested in crack pairings, I made a oneshot of JetXToph. It's a fail, but just in case anyone likes those kind of weird stuff. Anyway, SEE YA. REVIEW, YEAH?

EDIT: November 29, 2012