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Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Any characters and/or familiar plots in this fan fiction belong to Akira Amano. Anything unfamiliar with the audience belongs to me.

Chapter 10, Omake

Age: 13

"Senpai!"

I frowned, immediately turning toward the voice in confusion. The bell had already rung, and if Kyōya were to come around right about now, the student would be—

Oh. It's Yamamoto.

Wait.

"No extreme running in the hallway!" I snapped reflexively, sighing in relief when the boy actually slowed down. "Takeshi," I greeted, in mild annoyance and relief, when he was within hearing distance, "if Kyōya were to show up right about now, he would—"

"I know," he grinned, easily smiling my mild scolding away, "I just got excited, Senpai, since I was looking for you. Sorry for making you worry." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

Looking for me?

"You were looking for me?" I blinked in surprise, crossing my arms curiously. "What for?"

"Well..." He grinned again and I frowned at the action, beginning to suspect his intentions at the mere movement... "...the baseball team's having a hard time turning in the club registration form to Hibari-san so..." I groaned, annoyed that the entire school population was too scared to interact with Kyōya much so that, they don't even go to Tetsuya anymore!

He fished out a piece of paper from his back pocket, "...they were wondering if you would turn it in for them."

Grin.

I groaned loudly at his cute grin, already feeling my resolve dwindle as his smile continued. He's too cute...

"Fine." I grumbled with a dramatic roll of the eyes. I extended my hand, making a big show of the gesture. "Hand it over. I'll take it to him."

His grin seemed to widen, if that were even possible. "Thanks Senpai! I owe you one!"

"Yeah, yeah," I said, folding the paper enough times to fit it in my skirt pocket. "Just buy me lunch and we're even."

"Done!" He raised a fist for a fist bump, and I raised my own to reciprocate. But whether it was my fault or his or clumsiness or something else entirely, Yamamoto's knuckles met with my left breast instead.

"Ow!" I yelped reflexively, more in surprise than pain. I took a small step backwards and placed a hand over the assaulted area, suddenly feeling I was being dramatic when Yamamoto began to blush and ramble in embarrassment.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, Senpai! I didn't mean it! I swear!"

Oh my god, his innocence is so cute...

"Don't worry about it," I waved away, "it's okay." I stressed, brushing away his flailing hands. "I know you didn't mean it, Takeshi, it was an accident, those things happen."

I placed a hand on his arm and he immediately shut up, light eyes trailing to the floor, blush still prominent on his cheeks. "No harm done, right?" Pat, pat. Reluctant nod. "Good. Now, we better get to class before—"

"Herbivore..." I felt a chill run up my spine at the tone, uh-oh, neck turning mechanically towards the voice.

"Kyōya—" I started, swallowing thickly at the insane killing intent he was emitting. My god, how can he be human?! "What's wrong? We were on our way to class—"

"Physical and sexual assault are against the rules Yamamoto Takeshi—"

My jaw dropped.

Huuuuuuhhhh?

The male took one step forward—

"Waitwaitwait!" I rambled, stepping in front of the red-in-embarrassment male and gesturing wildly to catch Kyōya's attention. "It was an accident Kyōya, okay?" I nearly shouted, taking small steps back as he began stalking towards us, "So, really, there's no need to—"

"I'll bite you to death."

"Wait—!" I shrieked. "If you think this is sexual harassment what would you call our training sessions—?"

Clank.

Sasagawa Akio was a talented boxer. So talented in fact, many (himself included) were sure he would thrive in the professional industry.

Until his (then) girlfriend, Kagome Hina, became pregnant.

Sasagawa Akio quickly gave up on his professional boxing career and smoothly transitioned to opening a boxing gym in his hometown, all without any feelings of remorse. He was excited and eager to start a family, even if his colorful language would discourage many who so much as thought of him as a family man.

It was purely coincidence then, that when Sasagawa Akio's temper flared at a spoil-sport who insulted his family, his first child exclaimed "E'sweme!" appropriately over any colorful words the man would have uttered.

And thus, Sasagawa Akio adopted to substitute the word "Extreme" in terms of curse words.

"Is that true, Onēchan?" Kyōko asked, her eyes sparkling visibly in amazement.

The reaction made me grin, "Yup." I responded, twirling the pencil in my grip in an unnecessary show of skill, "Otōsan told me so."

"Wow..." She breathed, completely in awe. I smiled at her, suddenly very very aware of how calm and beautiful this moment, with Kyōko in front of me and Kyōya on the couch, was when compared to the rest of our lives. Or, more accurately, when compared to what has happened to us.

Until Kyōya snorted, very loudly and incredulously, that is.

"What?" I snapped, scowling at the interruption in annoyance.

Kyōya let his eyes slowly trail to us before leisurely returning his attention to some random book I didn't bother to learn the title of in his hands. "Akio-san," he said, his words slow and deliberate as they usually were when not threatening a person, "adopted the word 'Extreme' from watching American boxing matches during his years as a high school student." He corrected without remorse.

"Shut up, Kyōya!" I snapped, blushing and throwing the pillow I had been sitting on at his face. "My version's better!"

Okay, so I might have been exaggerating just a little...

He caught the pillow one handed, steel gray eyes piercing my soul. "Is this a challenge, Sasagawa...?" He spoke lowly, Kyōko's giggle faint background noise to the sudden thrum against my ears and chest.

I growled menacingly, trying my best not to grin in excitement. "Bring it on, you little shit."

The scar on my wrist, if squinted at and looked at from far away, could be two crescent moons or ying and yang or a rounded rhombus gone horribly wrong.

I was trying to, for the hundredth or thousandth or millionth time, find a general shape of the white dashes when Kyōko's voice finally penetrated my mind.

"Then... Apollo was not originally the god of the sun, but the god of medicine and prophecy…?"

I turned my head, in interest, managing to see Kyōko and Kyōya's faces from my position on the floor. "Are you working on Sasaki-sensei's greek god project?"

Kyōko craned her neck to make eye contact with me, "Un." She nodded, before returning her attention to the the piece of paper before her. "What god did you write yours on, Onēchan?"

"Helios." I answered, sitting up and scooting closer to the kotatsu. "I think Kyōya did his on Thanatos." I hummed, digging my toes against the male's thigh to catch his attention, "Didn't you Kyōya?"

"Hm." He grunted, ignoring my intruding feet digits and not looking up from the small book I was more than sure he wasn't reading since he was helping Kyōko with her homework in the first place...

"Are you doing yours on Apollo?" I asked my little sister, reaching for Kyōya's tea.

"Mm." She gave another nod, smiling faintly at the face I made at the boy's hot drink scalding my tongue, "Do you mind helping me, Onēchan?"

"Hmm?" I grunted, sliding Kyōya's mug back towards its rightful place. "Not really. Bring it." I smirked, growing excited at the prospect of a challenge. "I'll extremely help you. What do you need help on?"

"Really?" She grinned, looking happy and relieved at the extra help. "Then...do you mind explaining the differences between the god of the sun and Apollo...?"

"Sure." I responded, pulling the plate of snacks towards me in eagerness. "The god of the sun was actually Helios, whom I did my project on." I grinned. "But actually, to be extremely accurate, Helios was the personification of the sun, so he wasn't really a god, but an extreme Titan." I paused as my little sister scribbled down the information, taking notes like the good middle school student I wasn't.

She looked up, signaling me to continue.

"Apollo was the extreme god of light," I said through the magnolia shaped cookies, ignoring Kyōya's look of disgust, "he was an Olympian, and over time Helios became more and more identified with Apollo. It was only during Roman times that Apollo was given the, nickname you could say, Phoibus, which means 'shining,' which was inspired by Helios and which his equivalent in Roman culture: Sol, also had. So, Apollo and Helios carried the same extreme nickname in Roman culture. Does that make sense?"

I hoped I wasn't being contradicting. I had done it on multiple occasions before, to my great annoyance.

"So…" Kyōko started slowly, taping the end of her pencil against her chin in thought, "Apollo from Greek culture was still named Apollo in Roman culture, and Helios from Greek culture was named Sol in Roman culture...?" I nodded in encouragement as she continued, "And Apollo was given the same nickname as Helios in Roman culture..?" She asked timidly, as if afraid to get the answer wrong.

I smiled to reassure her. "Yeah. That's extremely right. So, Apollo was never described to have actually pulled the sun chariot in Greek poetry, but this happened all the time in Latin poetry because of the nickname. Because of this, it's extremely safe to assume that Roman culture gave the role of the sun god to Apollo over time—maybe he was more popular or something—but because Roman culture is much more mainstream, I'm guessing the ideals kind of passed on to Greek culture, even though it was originally theirs in the first place."

"Ah…" She breathed, nodding, "that makes sense. Thank you, Onēchan, Hibari-san."

Kyōko smiled. That smile that made everything right and bright and beautiful and comforting.

Those smiles of her's always made me want to—

"You've got crumbs on your face," Kyōya roughly wiped a thumb against the corner of my mouth, the force of it making me, "Ow ow ow," and tilt my head back.

"Be more gentle Kyōya," I huffed once he finished, rubbing at the area and grumbling a, "Thanks," under my breath.

He grunted at my gratitude, "You're such a pig."

I bristled, mostly in embarrassment, "Say that again you little piece of shit. I'll screw up your face so extremely well no one would be able to—"

"Onēchan!" Kyōko exclaimed, a horrified look on her face.

Kyōya flicked me across the forehead so fast and so hard my spine ached from the angle it had bent. "Make threats you can actually keep." He scoffed, looking almost triumphant.

"Why you little—"

"Onēchan!"

Omake: How the Birds and the Bees—

"Ne, Onēchan?"

"Mmn?" I glanced at Kyōko over my bowl of miso, swallowing and placing it down to look at her fully. "What's up?" I asked, blowing at my tea before craning my neck to bring it down.

"What's sex?"

Cue spit take.

Holy fucking—

I coughed to clear my lungs, Kyōko's worried voice faint compared to the sudden rapid, nervous beating of my heart.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—did she just?!

I glanced at Kyōya next to me, the boy looking up from his chest pounding to match the panicked look in my eyes.

There was a moment where we both understood each other completely and wholeheartedly. We even shared a common thought, something that I had thought only occurred on rare occasions but had been becoming more and more frequent: What the hell are we gonna do?!

I cleared my throat, voice slightly shaky from the unexpected assault the question had given me. How the hell had innocent Kyōko…? "Where did you hear that word, Imōto…?"

"Ah…" she hesitated, "some of my classmates were talking about it…" she answered timidly, looking suddenly embarrassed, "I'm sorry," she blurted, "is it a bad word? If it is, I'll never say it again!"

"Ah," I drawled in surprise, finding it difficult to speak all of a sudden, "no, it isn't—well, it's actually…" I racked at my brain desperately to think of something, anything, to satisfy my little sister's curiosity yet retain her innocence, because I couldn't let Kyōko be tainted with such mature thoughts right now, I mean she's only twelve for god's sake—!

My eye caught the time.

And then everything clicked into place.

"Wao!" I exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly, I can't be sure, "Look at the time! I'm extremely late for my morning jog!" I jumped to my feet, wincing a little at the clattering of dishes when my thighs bumped the table, "Don't worry Kyōko! Kyōya'll extremely explain everything, alright? That's a good chap." I slapped the boy on the back, quickly skittering away before he could bite off any of my fingers in his sudden seizure of horror.

"Thanks for the food! I'll be back in a bit!" I rushed to the door and slipped on my shoes as quickly as I could, managing to hear a strangled, "Well…" from Kyōya's lips as I ran out the door.

Phew. That was close.

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THERE ARE NO SET PAIRINGS AS OF YET.

Haha...I'm back...~

As for this chapter, I feel that...it's very filler-ish and not very interesting compared to the rest of the chapters...

What do you guys think? Is there something you guys wanna see specifically in the next chapter?

Also, I come from a culture that does. not. talk. about. sex. like at all. Which is kind of unhealthy. But I wanted to reflect that here, considering (in my opinion) that Japan seems to be the type of country who does the same, and (thus) the over dramatic reactions by Ryōhei and Hibari.

Please review~~

—prince