Me: Beautiful. Just...beautiful. TT^TT The reviews are so lovely. I noticed that a lot of people took their times to review. Like, actually put EFFORT into it. Not just the, "This chapter is good." THERE WERE PARAGRAPHS MAN. I was gonna cry happy tears. Too bad half of the ones that I liked were anonymous reviews. Otherwise, I would have messaged the person. :( Now that that's over with, take it away Yamamoto!

Yamamoto: SEXY, FREE, AND SINGLE AND I'M READY TO BINGO. *break dances*

Me: I was talking about the disclaimer. Never mind. Belphegor!

Belphegor: Ushishishi. What do you want peasant?

Me: Do the disclaimer. My disclaimer boy is too busy dancing to Super Junior.

Belphegor: You owe me an update for Vete al Infierno. Humph. Kateyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Amano Akira. Not this ugly peasant here.

Me: Thank you~.

Chapter Ten:

Secrets Unveiled

"I can't make it on Saturday again. I'll be busy doing family stuff. Sorry Masaru. Let's reschedule it some other time, okay?"-Kozato Enma

"Sure."-Fuji Masaru

"Thank you."-Kozato Enma

Masaru deleted the text messages off of her phone and then flung the small device at the wall, smashing it into little pieces. Moodily, she laid back on her stomach and buried her head into her pillow. This isn't the first time Enma had cancelled their date. If she counted correctly (she did), it was probably his fourth time. It was always because he had to deal with his "family." She had no doubts that he wasn't lying because he had been looking worried over the past few weeks. Tsuna and his friends (Gokudera, Yamamoto, Kyoko, and her brother Ryohei) wore the same apprehensive look too; all of them talking in hushed voices. Masaru knew that they were all going through the same thing, and she felt a little bit left out that they wouldn't tell her anything besides not to worry about it.

"Stupid Enma," she murmured to herself gruffly. She rolled over to her side and pulled the pink cover over her body, curling up into a tiny ball.

Click.

Her breath hitched at tiny, borderline non-existent, footsteps nearing to her bed. How did someone get into my apartment? I made sure to lock the door yesterday! Masaru stilled her breathing and stiffened. She could see the outline of the figure through the cover and squeezed her eyes shut. Fingers were shaking wildly from fear, and she cursed inwardly for breaking her phone out of anger. If she didn't do such foolish things, she could have managed to call the police to come help her.

"Get up," the steely voice demanded.

Trembling, she hesitantly pulled the covers aside to see Hibari staring at her coolly. Except….Squinting, she reached out and grasped his arm to pull him forward. She traced her fingers over his face, and he leaned in closer to her touch, comfortable. His ebony hair was a little shorter, and his face became more defined. The traditional—expensive—yukata fitted his taller and more lean body. The only words Masaru had to offer him when she pulled her hands off were, "Puberty hit you pretty hard, Hibari-san."

"I'm ten years from future. I'm twenty-eight, and you would twenty-six. It's been a long time since I have hit puberty," Hibari said idly, taking the opportunity to sit on her bed. His eyes trailed over to her and he took a few strands of her long hair, running his fingers through it. "Hn. It's been a long time since I have seen your hair like this. Don't cut it."

"I'll cut that section off since you touched it."

"I'll hit you."

Masaru swatted his hands off of her, blood pouring to her cheeks. She never knew that Hibari was such a touchy person. "You already broke my wrist before, I don't see the problem if you hit me again." She caught the small frown of his and brushed it off. "Hibari-san, if you're from the future, tell me—how did you get here?" Technology wasn't that advanced, was it? A time machine would be on the news already if someone had created it, right? She heaved a tired sigh and crawled over to her other side of her bed, creating a large gap between the two. Glancing at him, she pieced together that he was not pleased with her action.

"The Vongola famiglia has a hit man named Lambo from the Bovino famiglia. The Bovino famiglia developed a device called the "Ten-year Bazooka." It allows me to switch places with my older self. Unfortunately, my younger self was hit with it because of Reborn. Usually it only lasts five minutes."

"Usually?"

"Yes. In my past during this time, there was a "malfunction" with the bazooka and I was the guinea pig being tested on. The bazooka was toyed with and it is now extended to an hour at best. Until I can return to our home, I will stay here. I cannot return to my present house and allow my servants to see me in this form. You seem to be taking in this situation very well."

"I don't believe you." Never mind the earlier statement. "I didn't give you my permission to stay here." And what the hell does he mean by our home?

"You don't have a choice."

"Then stay here. I'll go hang out at Enma's place in the meantime." Masaru crawled off her bed set her feet on the ground. A small gasp escaped her when Hibari sneaked his arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. "What do you think you're doing," she demanded, squirming in his hold uncomfortably. "And stop touching me."

"You're not going there," Hibari said with a hint of animosity. "I refuse to allow you to associate with that Shinmon boss."

Part of her wanted to ask why, but instead she opted for the subject that had been bothering her for a while, "Shinmon boss?"

"Kozato Enma, boss of the Shinmon famiglia. Mafia business," he said bluntly. The older Hibari had didn't seem to mind giving out information to her, unlike the present one. This made her extremely confused.

"Mafia again," Masaru murmured. She brought hands up to her face and kept it there, trying to piece everything together. Was that a reason why Enma and the others had been acting different to her lately? Was that also the reason why they would never tell her anything when she asked them? Did they not want to involve her into their business because she wasn't trust worthy? "Why wouldn't they tell me?" Her mind was too focused on the subject of the secret organization to absorb the fact that Hibari was running his hands through her long hair, playing with it.

"We don't bring innocent civilians into these affairs. They can be used against the famiglia as hostages and die."

"You're in the mafia too?"

"Yes."

Anger boiled inside of her and she flung his arms off of her, and pushed him back. "I'll come home when you're gone. I need to take a walk." She marched over to the entrance and put her shoes on, tying the laces together. Just as she was about to set off, Hibari pinched the collar of her fabrics and held her from moving.

"You get mad at me when I tell you I'm in the mafia, but not at the Kozato boy. Tell me, is it because he's your boyfriend?"

"Shut up and let go of me," she commanded.

"Did you also realize he has no romantic feelings for you?" Hibari slammed her against the hallway's counter, trapping her between his two arms. He smirked at her expression. "I remember everything from my past Masaru. The day you puked on my shoes, your insults, your love for Kozato Enma, and the day you told me he was your boyfriend." Her mask was starting to crack, and he grabbed her by the chin gently to make her look at him. "He has never loved you. Never shall, and never will." Her knees buckled, and he held her by the waist to keep her up.

"So you're ugly, and you're a touchy asshole. Keep your hands off of me before I call the cop." Masaru then pushed him away again and he slowly released her; she leaned on the counter for support. "What happens to him in the future?"

"He gets married to one of Sawada Tsunayoshi's friend."

Masaru's face fell and she tried letting the information sink in her head. He gets married to one of Tsuna's friend, and it wasn't her. Raising an arm, she touched the left side of her breastbone, blinking. She thought she was supposed to feel heartbroken and sad. Why wasn't she feeling that way? Wasn't she supposed to be crying in pain? That's what the magazines told her when a couple breaks up. Perhaps it was because she got what she wanted she thought she couldn't have, and she didn't need (or want) him anymore. Was that it? Masaru shook her head. She wasn't that shallow. Or was it because the spark wasn't there? Because Enma hadn't found the need to make any effort into their relationship or tell her once that he liked her, that her feelings died down along the line somewhere. She became more relaxed and dropped her hand down to her side. "Is he happy?"

"Indubitably."

"I guess I'll manage to live," she said curtly, heading back to her room. She plopped on one of the cushions on her ground, eying him the entire time as he followed after her briskly. "What happens to me in the future?"

"You get married."

"To who?"

Smirking, he crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. "For a genius, you are truly an idiotic person."

"Yes, you tell me that a lot after you hit me for insulting you. Now tell me, who do I get married to, ugly."

Hibari's eyes twitched.

I'm going to kill her.

Hibari opened his eyes and sat up, holding his head in his palm. "I'll murder Reborn personally when I get back home." Scanning the place, he found that the room was styled in traditional Japanese—just the way he liked. His ears perked up at the sound of the shower running in, what he guessed was, his bathroom. He swung his legs over the bed and set his feet on the ground, pushing himself off to head over. Stealthily sliding the door open, his gaze fell upon an older woman standing in front of him with a towel wrapped around her petite body; short blond tresses that curled at the ends framed her pale face, and familiar green eyes.

She craned her neck to take a good look at him. They locked eyes and stared at each other for five minutes before she broke out into a smirk. "Kyoya, it's not nice to stare at a woman about to take a shower. This isn't a porno." She then gestured towards the running shower lazily. "Or would you care to join me for a quickie and make this one?" As she leaned too close for Hibari's liking, he grabbed her by the neck, slamming her into the wall; his body hovering over hers. Naked lady or not, she still seemed a little dangerous. "That hurts," she said dryly.

"Who are you?" Hibari demanded, glaring at her sharply.

"Kyoya. Do me favor and fix my towel please? It fell off. I can't fix it because you're about to kill me. I prefer to be presented to my family and friends in a decent way at least when I'm dead. I would find it hilarious if they found out that my husband choked me in our shower room."

"Husband," he repeated slowly. The woman gave him another flat stare. His eyebrows furrowed together, and he removed his hand from her throat, still keeping it at her side in case she did anything funny. "Fuji Masaru."

"Yes your highness. What is it? Do you want me to teach you how to shower with a naked woman in your presence?" Even if Masaru's physical appearance had changed by growing four inches and cutting her hair, she was still as cynical like her younger self. Actually, she was more perverted too. Hibari wondered what activities they took part in when it was just the two alone in a room. He stepped back and turned to face the wall.

"Put your clothes back on. I'll be waiting outside." Padding out the bathroom, he waited by the bed. Many thoughts were running wild through his head; he got married to Masaru in the future. A small feeling of glee ran through him because if she married him, then that meant her relationship with Enma didn't work out. Footsteps were heading towards him, and he tilted his head to catch Masaru wearing a plain white yukata. She kneeled in front of him, and then combed at her short blond hair boredly. "What do you want to talk about?"

Everything, he wanted to say. Hibari threw that thought out and began with, "We're married." That was the only thing that he couldn't comprehend at the moment.

Masaru smirked. "You proposed to me."

"…."

"It was the worst proposal every, Kyoya. "Marry me or die." Honestly, you haven't said you loved me once either. Not even to your children."

"Children?"

"Twin boys."

Hibari was speechless for the first time in his life.

Masaru checked the time and then grabbed him by the hand. "Kyoya, we have ten minutes left and I want to do this now. Listen to me carefully. I'm too stubborn to figure this out on my own when I'm younger. You are too, but you do eventually come around when I leave." Masaru cupped the back of his head and pressed her lips against his. She bit the bottom of his lip, and slipped her tongue in when he opened it on instinct. When Hibari's brain registered Masaru French kissing him, he shoved her away roughly.

"What do you think you're doing?" he growled, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand furiously. However, he couldn't deny that it felt pleasant.

"Kissing. It's common between a husband and wife." The tip of Masaru's tongue flicked out and licked her lips in a sensual (sexual) manner. "I don't know why you're complaining when you're a lot worse than me Kyoya—especially in bed."

"You're lying."

"Believe you what you will. I'll just prove you wrong in the future." She adjusted her yukata and sat back down in the traditional Japanese way again. "Now back to the point. Kyoya, I love you. I have said that countless of times because you doubt my feelings for you. You always think I'm going to fall in love with someone else, despite me bearing your children." She ruffled his hair and chuckled when he slapped her hand away. Masaru checked the clock again. "Time's almost up, but just remember that will you?" She gave him another languid wave, and repeated her earlier words softly, "I love you."

Hibari's world was suddenly spinning and he plummeted through time. Puffs of smoke appeared in his vision, and when it cleared up, he did an intake on everything. The Masaru he knew was giving him the dirty glare. That meant he was back in his time. Good. But why was she looking at him as if he was the spawn of Satan when it was her? She was the one who molested him. More importantly, he wanted to go back into the future and ask the older her so many questions. There were so many things to talk about his—no,their future. "Fuji—!"

"You're my husband," she interrupted with disdain. Oh. Now the expression on her face made sense.

Hibari racked his brain trying to figure out how to respond to a question without pissing her off. "What's the problem bitch? I don't see why you're complaining when it should be me." No. That would be immature and out of character. He would sound like the Eurasian girl. The thought of that did not sound pleasing. He opted for his single worded reply instead, "Hn."

"You're not going to deny it?" Masaru asked.

He snapped at her, "What is there to deny? You told me yourself in the future that we got married and had twins. Apparently, I made it pretty clear that I had certain feelings towards you." He couldn't even say the three simple words and had to secretly admit with anger, that he would probably never tell Masaru he loved her. Ever.

Masaru's facade broke. "What is there to deny? Everything Hibari! We don't have to go through this! We don't have to get married to each other! You don't like me! I don' tlike you! It's perfect! We can just ignore each other and change the future! It's easy!" Masaru slammed her palms on the table, breathing heavily. Her entire face was red, and her lips were trembling. It took effort for her to yell.

"You dislike me to that extent." Hibari commented. Was the area in his chest supposed to be hurting? Was his stomach supposed to feel empty? How did his body heat leave from her angry rant? He didn't get it. Why did he care about what she thought of him? He growled silently. Nothing made fucking sense.

"I don't know! I don't know anymore! I'm just so tired of everything Hibari! To find out my so-called boyfriend dated me only out of guilt and gets married in the future to someone other than me. Discovering the people I hang out with is involved with the mafia! Having to meet you from the future and tell me I married you. You. The man who snapped my wrist because I punched you in face! It's too much for me to take, Hibari." Masaru pressed her bare forehead against the cool table in frustration. "Just…just leave me alone. Everything I have built up till now…It's ruined. I know I sound like I'm being a whiny little bitch that needs to get over herself, but is it wrong for me to be happy?" She tilted her head to face him, eyes glistening with tears.

Hibari's fingers ached to reach out and wipe her tears away. This was the first time she had broken down in front of him and cried. Part of him wanted to comfort Masaru, but the other part was sneering at her for being such a weakling by not being able to control her emotions. Yet she constantly excelled in that subject. Keeping her emotions bottled in; if she ever spilled some of it out, she still kept her anger in check—even during the time he managed to piss her off. She punched him. Yes. She neverscreamed at him. He grunted. Hibari knew he shouldn't even be feeling this way because he was not a romantic like Sawada Tsunayoshi. He wasn't pathetic, he wasn't kind, and he definitely wasn't a sensitive boy who caves in to comforting a girl because she starts crying. He was calm, collected, cool, and aloof at all times. "If that's what you want, then from now on, do not bother staying after school anymore. Your punishments are cleared."

"Hibari…-san…" Masaru watched him leave her apartment with wide eyes. The door was slammed shut and the hinges cracked making her flinch. The sixteen-year-old sat alone in her room for the first time that day. She pressed a palm where her heart was located at and grimaced. She felt…empty. She didn't even feel this way when she found out Enma didn't like her. Drowsiness hit her immediately from the day's event, and she passed out on the table—exhausted.

"Masaru." The blonde girl bobbed her head up to take a good look at Enma. He bit the bottom of his lip and furrowed his eyebrows together, "Are you okay? You seem sad. Did something happen? Ah. Is it about me cancelling the date again? I'm really sorry. I know it sounds like I'm making up excuses, but I promise I'm not. You believe me right?"

She nodded dazedly, "Sure."

Enma gave her an odd glance and muttered, "Thank you." He then continued scribbling more Kanji for his Japanese history essay on the Shinsengumi. The tutoring went on for five more minutes in absolute silence. Masaru then broke through it,

"Let's break up."

"E-Eh? Why do you want to break up?" Enma was secretly relieved, but he was still partially curious.

"I don't see you as a boyfriend material," she lied.

"Oh…"

"We can still be friends."

"Yeah." Wasn't he supposed to be the one breaking up with her?

Masaru patted his back and smiled. "I'm glad that we're on the same subject. I'm gonna go now. I need to buy a new cellphone since I broke my other one."

"How did you break it?"

"I threw it against the wall."

"…." Why did Enma get the feeling that it was his fault she did that?

"Goodbye."

The next day was not as awkward as Enma thought it was going to be for them. They both just continued acting the way they normally did before Masaru confessed her feelings to him. He would say something stupid, and she would mock him. The only thing Enma noticed different about her was that she wasn't as snarky as she used to be. She became duller and barely gave him her small smiles of reassurance anymore. She and Hibari had also been ignoring each other like the other person was a plague. "Masaru."

"Hn."

"Did something happen between you and Hibari-san?"

"A few things happened, but the only thing worth mentioning is that he cleared my punishment. I don't have to stay after school anymore to clean up. Isn't that great?"

"I guess…but you seem really depressed whenever he walks near us or at the mention of his name," Enma muttered.

"I don't want to say it's nothing because people always bother me when I do say that, so I'm just going to say it is something. But it's too long, and I don't really feel up to talking about it."

Enma nodded. That made more sense. "I'm not going to push it if you don't want to tell me. I just want to let you know that if you ever do want to talk about anything, you can always come to me. I'm willing to listen you to you no matter what. That's what friends do."

"Enma. That's the first decent advice I have ever heard from you."

He smiled, "Does that mean you'll tell me?"

"No."

Masaru drummed her fingers against the book she was reading and groaned in annoyance. Throwing it aside, she banged her forehead against the table. There was nothing to do anymore. She re-read all of her books in the room three times, watched a lot of movies, fall asleep in between the first two, ate, and did nothing. She was bored. Masaru was so used to staying after school to clean, and annoy Hibari everyday that she didn't even know what to do anymore when she was at home alone. "I never knew that my life was so dreadful if I'm actually considering staying back after school to annoy Hibari-san as a hobby. Now I know what my female classmates mean when they said I'm lame."

Laying her back against the wooden floor, she rolled back and forth until she saw a box underneath her bed. Sitting up, she scooted over to the bed and moved it out. Looking for a knife, she took one from the countertop and then stabbed it from the top in the center where the tape was, dragging down. She did the same from the side and then opened it. Inside was a large black photo album. Picking it up with her fingers carefully, she flipped it open.

A young man with unkempt ebony hair appeared with an Italian woman. He had the same unbearably tall height as the female, but with a more muscular body; he had healthy pale skin due to Asian genetics like Masaru. A pair of glasses adorned his handsome face and brought out his narrow grey eyes. The Italian woman had the same shade of blonde hair and green eyes as Masaru, but her skin was tan, and her body had more curves to it. Masaru smiled. It was a picture of her mother and father's wedding.

The second one was a picture of Angelica being pregnant with her. The third picture was her as a child. The third was a family picture. Flipping through the rest, she realized that they had the baby sitter and maids take secret photos of her as she grew up when they were at work. Once she reached the end, there were writings inscribed into it."You can come home anytime. We'll be waiting for you with open arms, even if you become a hag."-Fuji Iwao

"Dad." Masaru picked up her cellphone, and for the first time in her life, dialed her father's phone number. She waited for a few moments until the receiver picked up.

"Masaru."

She smiled, "Dad. I want to go home."

The other end was quiet, but she knew that Iwao was trying to pick out his words carefully. "I'll send a plane ticket to you in a week. Pack up everything."

"Thanks, dad."

"Hn. I'll see you then."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

After the following week past, Fuji Masaru pulled out of school and returned to Italy.

Me: This is the last chapter guys. I tried giving everyone a realistic ending….LOLOLOLOLOLOL. JK JK It's fanfiction, and I like my endings happy! Reviews are appreciated. And since this is an emo chapter, here's an extra!

OMAKE

"You lied to me when I was younger."

Masaru flipped another page of her book, "Which lie? I told many lies to you when your younger self showed up in the bathroom."

"Twin boys. We don't have twin boys, and you know that," Hibari retorted. They didn't even have any children.

"Would you like to make that come true?"

"Are you offering sex up to me?" That's a first.

"No role play, no romantic date, no bribing me with food, and no protection. Just straight up rough sex."

He frowned. "That sounds too good to be true."

"I know. I was lying." As he was about to reply, she shoved the magazine under her pillow and pulled the cover up. "Night."

"…."

Fuji Masaru, the cock block.

EDIT: December 15, 2012