I Like To Stalk You: No beat downs yet. :( ME SORRY. I'm glad you found it amusing lol, that was just a filler chapter. :P Yup, a new story! Should be out this month hopefully. ._. Face Faith: Okay okay, I'm a pervert too then! haha. Glad you liked the fangirls xD Just had to include them. They do sound husky! Omg Q_Q Kenn's other singles sound husky too! ;dsgjks;gs HOT. Face Faith: A hot stalker, babes. Face Faith: Don't worry, it's not Mukuro. :P I don't think I'm gonna include him in this, I hate him that much haha. Face Faith: haha. Surprise glomp for the random stranger! There is no pineapple, don't you worry. :D Haven't read any of Banyu's djs for months. ._. haha. Just standing outside with a sign waiting for Kyouya every weekend? How romantic~ xD azel-chan: That was a great theme song! :D Lmao, just don't question it and go along~ It's an AU, after all. xD Yup, he's till hurt, don't chu worry. He doesn't have magical healing powers. :( I hate writing Kyouya's catch phrase lmao. It's so… kinky. I feel like I should have a cape since you're calling me a wizard! I'm a fail wizard! D: haha. Don't worry, it made me happy not creeped out. 18plusForMe: Dino's in that 1% then, I guess. xD meikau: Kekeke, couldn't resist. :P More Dino action? Makes it sound like I put him in a porno xD Ohoho, my dear reviewer, I've skipped a day in this chapter! LE GASP. Aki: It's not Mukuro. P: Rena: Glad you liked it. :D fuwacchi: Shit on my dick and call me Patricia, it's you. You're alive. e_e Leave me AN alone! It's beautiful! I felt cruel okay? haha.

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Chapter seven—Messy Signs

A hum of approval left my throat after I was done examining my knuckles in the bathroom on Monday morning. The wounds had definitely closed up enough that I could clench my fists loosely and the colour was gradually decreasing and my guess was that by next week, it would just be an odd shade of yellow like bruised skin sometimes was. Instead of going out yesterday and possibly making my wound even worse than usual, I opted to stay inside, lounging around and cleaning up after myself. Just because I lived alone didn't mean I wanted to live in a pigsty—it had to be relatively clean or else I'd shudder in disgust.

I got dressed quickly after that, immediately checking to make sure that were no more marks across my body or anything remotely similar. I sighed in relief when all of my clothes were on and after Hibird had settled down in my hair. There was only one thought going through my mind at that moment. My life's back to normal. Soon, all of the weird things that had happened would be out of my mind and I could continue my violent, relatively normal, life. I found myself suppressing a smirk of triumph as I walked to school at a slow pace. The time was unknown to me, but I knew it was early. Streets were empty as I strolled through them, only the sound of my footsteps and Hibird chirping my name occasionally came to mind.

"Peaceful," I mused.

After I'd stepped foot onto the school site, a yawn ripped out of my mouth before I could acknowledge it. I blinked quickly in surprise before shaking my head, in an attempt to wake myself up and stay alert. I'd barely been up over an hour and I was contemplating whether or not to take a nap. After walking inside of the school, my mind was made up. Not even five minutes later I had walked my usual trail to the rooftop and settled myself down in my preferred position. I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to get comfortable before my eyes were closed.

"Hey, Kyouya," a husky voice whispered into my ear.

Before I could open my eyes or even move in discomfort, I could feel a hand by the nape of my neck and someone's breath splash across my face. My first reaction was to freeze in horror, but as soon as I felt something soft being pressed against my lips I relaxed. If I was going to be harmed, no one would be tenderly pressing something against me. My muscles went limp as it was brushed against my lips, making my skin tingle where it was connected. A small jolt of pleasure shot through my body as I figured out they were lips, just as they were pressed fully, but softly, against my own.

A small gasp escaped my mouth as I felt something wet slowly trail across my lip, shocking me for a few seconds before I realized it was just an appendage. I relaxed into the situation again, letting my right hand rise up to twist into the male's hair. The strands that were touching my skin were soft, but I quickly forgot all about them as I felt his tongue gently pry my lips apart before going inside. A moan escaped my lips, adding vibrations into the intense kiss, but I didn't feel mortified or anything remotely similar. I simply tilted my head back to get a better angle as I felt him gently rub against a sensitive part inside my mouth. A jolt of pleasure ran through my body again, this time swirling around inside my stomach for a few moments. The heat was building up with every swipe of his tongue and I could feel my own cheeks burning up; it was probably a combination of the lack of oxygen I was receiving and the activity I was engaged in. An almost silent gasp of surprise escaped me as he leant into me more, this time letting a hand trail across my torso. As soon as I felt his warm skin pressed against my own, my eyes opened in panic. His hand should've met fabric, not my own flesh.

The kiss was broken as I jerked away in shock, instantly trying to ignore the bond of saliva that was still joining us together. My eyes as wide as I took in his appearance, immediately grinding my teeth together in horror when I'd recognized the features. It was pretty hard to forget bright blond hair—almost platinum—that reached just above his shoulders, along with the sienna irides and tanned skin.

Before I could figure out what exactly was happening, I'd jerked myself back to consciousness. My hand instantly went up to rub the back of my head as a hiss of pain left my mouth. From my surprise I'd slammed my head into the wall behind me, efficiently bringing myself back to reality. I stared down at my lap with an incredulous expression; it was bad enough that I had such a dream revolving around Cavallone, but the sudden active part of my body had me wanting to slam my head into the wall behind me again. Apparently if I had a dream with someone I hated, I could still get turned on and enjoy it.

"Pathetic," I muttered to myself.

I had to think myself out of venting my frustration and punching the wall. My knuckles were only just healing and I didn't want to go through the annoyance of having to avoid using it too much already. Instead I ran a hand through my hair and simply waited for my humiliation to go away.

About thirty minutes later when the feeling of humiliation was gone and the problem as well, I decided to finally go to class. I hadn't checked my phone to see what time it was, but I'd probably slept long enough for class to be in session. I strode to the classroom slowly, trying to keep my irritation levels down by frowning with every step I took. The door creaked as I slid it open and my frown deepened as all of the attention was directed to me. As I walked across the room to my seat I could feel the stares on me and it didn't help that the teacher had stopped talking as well. I'd settled myself down just as he cleared his throat. I made sure I didn't look in Cavallone's direction, even going as far as to turn my head to the left and look in the complete opposite direction. I could feel his curious stare on me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Another surge of humiliation went through me as my mind flickered back to my dream, but I quickly changed my line of thought with a quick shake of my head. Just act normal, I reminded myself.

"I'll take the register again then," the teacher sighed.

Weirdly, Cavallone started humming beside me.

"Kyouya Hibari."

Instead of answering, I simply stared in the opposite direction some more. It was blatantly obvious I was there at that point—I'd casually walked inside the classroom during the lesson as well. I could hear the teacher sigh loudly again before going back to teaching whatever he was supposed to be doing. To cure my boredom and irritation, I tapped my fingers across my desk, amusing myself with the small rhythm I'd created.

"Kyouya," Cavallone called from beside me.

Almost immediately, my body froze. My teeth instantly ground together as I processed what he'd said—he'd picked up from the teacher what my name was, or what he'd assumed my name was, and was putting it to the test whilst most of the class was absorbed into the lesson. Does he think I'm not going to make a scene? Slowly, my fingertips pressed down against the cold surface of my desk as I attempted to ignore him. Hopefully, if I didn't answer he would assume he'd heard my name called wrongly.

If I could avoid it, I didn't want anyone calling me by my first name. It was too personal and the way my name seemed to have rolled off of his tongue had my frown deepening. My name being called in such a way was something I didn't want to experience again.

The next time Cavallone spoke, he drawled out the vowels of my name far too long to be healthy. "Kyouya."

My left hand was clenched into a fist as I started turning around to face him. There was no way that I would be able to stay sane if he continued doing that for the rest of the day. Inside my mind, I'd come to the conclusion that if I threatened him just before he got carried away it would end it. My eyes were narrowed as I was finally facing him, even going as far as to turn my body in his direction. My fingers returned back to normal before they softly tapped against the surface of my desk as I took in his features once more. Nothing had changed since he'd first transferred in, not even a single hair was out of place from when I'd first inspected it. I didn't get a jolt of some sort of emotion going through my body as I looked at him at that moment, not even one of irritation. Odd.

As I saw him open his mouth again, I beat him to it. "Say my name again and I'll slit your throat."

It was entertaining to see him blink in shock, covering his sienna irides for a nanosecond before his expression was one of amusement. He arched an eyebrow as a small hum was audible.

"Kyou—"

"Don't," I snapped.

My eyebrows unintentionally furrowed in curiosity when his gaze was diverted away from me. He'd reached for a pen and a new sheet of paper immediately, opting to scribble across the sheet and stare at his words instead of replying. A small smirk played across my lips but it quickly lost its posture when he held the paper up for me to see. Written across it in bold, messy strokes was my first name and only that. My eye twitched in irritation and even more so when he dramatically winked at me.

He deserves a black eye.

The sign was edited again and when it came back into my view the next time, I was sure my eyes couldn't get anymore narrowed. It was degrading how irritated he could get me in a matter of minutes, but it was completely understandable now that he'd drawn a sloppy heart around my name.

No, he deserves no teeth.

Almost automatically I reached my hand out for something to hurt him with. My fingertips glided across the spine of a textbook and I quickly grasped it in my hand before moving it out of his view. If I was going to hurt him inside of a classroom, there had to be a way to bruise his ego a little bit in the process. A small smirk played across my lips as I saw him place the piece of paper back down on his desk, this time propping his elbow upon it and resting the side of his head in his palm. As his eyes were on my face, I could see a small smile spread across his lips. He was obviously enjoying how quickly he could make me worked up. My teeth grinded together again before I threw the book in his general direction.

There was no surprised expression plastered across his face as it was getting closer, but when the book finally made contact with his face I heard him let out a painful gasp. It was amusing to see him jolt backwards, even going as far as to clasp his hand onto the desk in an attempt to stabilize himself.

After the book had fallen to the floor with a loud thud, Cavallone called out. "Kyouya!"

More than anything I wanted to whip my tonfas out and slam them into his flesh. I wanted to see the scarlet liquid trailing down his skin, staining it whilst painful gasps escaped his lips but I convinced myself otherwise. I'm not going to let him see me worked up. It would be as though I'd lost some sort of game we were playing—he was merely trying to stir a reaction from me and I would not show him it was working as long as my pride depended on it.

"Cavallone," the teacher called from the front. "Is there something wrong?"

Annoyingly enough, Cavallone simply laughed in reply. My eyes narrowed further as I saw him move his arm up to rub the back of his neck, trying to pass off the red mark across his cheek as something completely natural. "I was just trying to make friends." He laughed.

"Not through my lesson."

Even worse than hearing Cavallone laugh it off was hearing the rest of the students let out a quiet laugh as well. It was frustrating how quickly he'd seemed to have been accepted into their circle—it almost seemed like an inside joke and I was intruding at that moment. I scowled down at my desk after I'd turned back around, intending to ignore Cavallone to my heart's content. Eventually my chin ended up on top of my hand whilst I waited for the lesson to be over. I didn't have anything relatively interesting to do, not even prod Hibird, but I at least didn't have a blonde annoying me. When it was finally time for a break, I let out a small sigh of relief. I got up lazily, taking as much time as possible so I wouldn't have to bump into other people.

"Kyouya." I flinched when I heard him from over my shoulder.

I crossed my arms over my chest before walking away, choosing not to acknowledge him as I made it through the door. I could hear him starting to say something else, but mental humming easily blocked it out.