A/N: I can't believe it's been so long? I got caught up in the whole university thing and now it's been ages, but haha! I have written once more. Very much thank you to all the people who commented, they always make me laugh '^' I don't really get what the Spanish means beyond what Google translate can tell me, but it's still funny

kylC: late response, but the answer to that is a spoiler ~


It started out with a cough. Tsuna glanced at Hibari for a moment before he continued his rant about just how many people walked through him when he least expected it.

"And I can see them shiver each and every time!" The brunet complained. "They shouldn't walk through people if they don't like how it feels. I don't like it any better than they do, you know?"

The ghost paused and looked at Hibari expectantly, waiting for the biting comment about how stupid herbivores couldn't even see him and he was a herbivore for complaining about it – or something of the sort. Tsuna jolted in surprise then, when instead of preparing to retort, the prefect had the oddest look on his face. His nose was scrunched up and his eyes were the tiniest bit watery – and was that a blush on his cheeks?

The younger boy opened his mouth to ask what exactly was wrong with his friends when a loud, high pitched squealing sound rang out, sounding much akin to a deflating balloon.

Tsuna's mouth dropped open. "Did you just...?"

"Herbivore," the prefect growled in warning, which Tsuna ignored.

"You just sneezed!"

"I did not!" Hibari replied hotly, the hint of pink upon his cheeks becoming more pronounced.

The ghost continued gaping, wondering if he was, in fact, hallucinating. Hibari Kyoya was infamous for his stone-faced expression and serious demeanour. While Tsuna had gone a long way in breaking that facade – he was fairly sure that Hibari's smirks were more smiles around him – of which would make the average student faint at the sight, he had gotten a lot further in reading the prefect's limited facial expressions instead. Not once had he managed to prompt a pink-faced, indignant Hibari, and it was glorious.

The prefect opened his mouth once more with a furious expression on his face – no doubt to tell the ghost off for gawking at him – and Tsuna, despite physically unable to be hurt, would have been terrified of it had not another high pitched sneeze that came out instead. A moment of shocked silence passed because Tsuna broke it with a hastily covered guffaw. He glanced, wide eyed, at the prefect to see if he had noticed. The pure fury on Hibari's face made Tsuna involuntarily step back.

"Hibari–"

"You will speak of this to nobody, understand." The prefect interrupted with a growl.

Tsuna nodded frantically, too caught up in his fear to retort that there was nobody else he could actually speak to. Hibari nodded, satisfied, and they went on walking together in silence. Before long however, the silence became too oppressive and the ghost had to break it.

"So..." he started.

Hibari twitched.

"Are you sick?"

The prefect stopped them once more, and turned to face Tsuna fully. If he was the type to do, Tsuna was sure he'd be sticking his nose in the air imperiously. As it were, he did speak with the most self-assured and condescending tone he possessed.

"Only herbivores get sick."

Tsuna nodded once more, far too cautious to see what would happen if he disagreed. And if he heard Hibari sneezing once more, not ten minutes later, he wisely didn't say a thing.

– x –

"You're sick."

Hibari scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous."

He went back to his documents, resolutely avoiding eye contact with the other boy. It would have been just as any other day if his face wasn't pink and hot, and his movements sluggish. Every other minute had him giving out a cough, and if someone listened carefully, his voice was just the tiniest bit scratchy.

Tsuna gave him a look, as if to say 'who do you think you're trying to fool?' Hibari outright ignored it. Crossing his arms, the ghost stood stubbornly right in front of the older boy's desk and stared.

"Take a break."

"No," was the immediate reply.

"You're sick!"

That got no reply. Growling in frustration, Tsuna surged forwards and snatched the papers Hibari was working on from the desk and jumped back. He looked at the prefect triumphantly, regardless of the slightest bit of fear over the fact that he just stole the papers Hibari was working on.

The brunet shook his head, pushing away any doubt. Hibari needed to rest, and if the prefect wasn't going to do so, then Tsuna would make him. Somehow.

Plus, he was sick, so he couldn't really retaliate anyway.

Right?

"Herbivore." Hibari started, his voice low. "Give me my documents."

Tsuna shook his head, trying to ignore the fierce glare sent his way.

"You can have them after you rest."

The prefect growled, his sore throat making the sound more feral than it usually was. The brunet ghost flinched, but resolutely held his ground. Hibari was sick, and as his friend it was Tsuna's civic duty to make sure the older boy got some rest. Even if he had to force him.

"Tsunayoshi."

It should be illegal how scary his own name could be. Regardless, the ghost boy shook his head.

"You can finish them later."

It was a testament to how well they knew each other that Hibari could voice his stubborn refusal to back down with a single, furious look.

"Return my documents to me at once."

The implied 'or else' hang heavily in the air between them.

Tsuna could tell he was losing. For each time he had ever managed to get Hibari to do something he wanted, there were another three that the prefect simply refused to humour the brunet, and he could tell this time would be another.

'Well, not if I have anything to say about it.'

Tsuna straightened his shoulders, tightened his grip on the papers, opened his mouth to retort–

And ran.

Hibari shot after him the next second, and it was only due to the fact that the desk was in the way that Tsuna managed to escape Hibari's office uncaught. The brunet was screaming mentally, a constant mantra of 'oh shit' running through his mind as he bounded down the corridors of the school. Each aspect of the ghost's supernatural energy was spent in making sure he went as fast as possible. Even so, the prefect was hot on his heels, and Tsuna had a wild, frantic thought that if he had been alive, he surely would have been caught and killed twice over by then regardless.

It was only by luck, really that it was late enough in the day that there were no students to see this pursuit. Although Namimori citizens were more prepositioned to accepting the strange and unusual – for any town that spawned Hibari couldn't have survived otherwise – it is certain that even they would find the sight of their prefect chasing floating documents around the school odd.

Corridors passed at high speed, and doors were wrenched open with such force it was surprising they remained intact. Eventually, the duo found themselves upon the roof. If Tsuna was alive, he was sure he'd be out of breath by that point. It was probably only the sheer weight of Hibari's stubbornness that stopped him from breathing heavily, but it was obvious the prefect hadn't gotten away unaffected. Sweat rolled down from his forehead, and the dark haired boy barely stopped himself from staggering on his feet.

"Hibari, just rest already!" Tsuna's voice, although not effected by his recent exertion, was high pitched with worry.

The prefect refused to stand down, his eyes trained upon the documents within Tsuna's hands like a rabid dog upon the backside of a postman.

The brunet huffed in frustration, throwing his hands in the air before placing them upon his hips, more than ready to give the other boy a proper verbal lashing for being so irresponsible with his health. Before he could get a word out, Hibari was rushing past him, intent upon the papers that he'd accidentally thrown away.

"Oops... ah! Hibari, don't climb the fence!"

– x –

"No."

Tsuna gave him a pointed look. The prefect huffed, before turning away with a tsk of irritation.

"Don't make me get Kusekabe."

If someone looked closely, they would see a small shudder run through Hibari's body.

"He can't see you."

The brunet raised an eyebrow. "But he can hear the mess I'll make."

Sighing in defeat, the prefect opened his mouth, and promptly swallowed the medicine.

"Now, was that so hard?"

"Yes." The prefect grumbled, sounding as close to petulant as was physically possible, which still being Hibari.

"This wouldn't have happened if you just rested a little, you know."

The dark haired boy refused to grace that with an answer, instead wrapping himself further in the blanked that was forced upon him. It was by unlucky chance that he'd ran out of energy while climbing the fence to retrieve his papers. He had simply used it all up during the chase to the roof, and so his body had decided to take a spontaneous nap.

Tsuna, quite adamantly insisted that he fainted. Of course he should have known that Hibari Kyoya never, ever does something as herbivorous as fainting.

Sadly, it cost too much energy to try and convince the little poltergeist otherwise.

The prefect had awoken to Kusekabe's frantic calls and a hysterical ghost shouting in the background. It was, admittedly, not the worst thing he had seen upon first awakening, but it was close.

Of course, the second in command ordered him to rest, upon threat of informing his parents, who'd likely not let him see the light of day for a week.

'Traitor', the prefect thought venomously, huddling further into his blanket and turning away from the teddy bear besides him. God knows where Tsuna found that monstrosity, but it was not proven in any sort of study that stuffed animals help recovery time. He'd burn that bear as soon as he had the chance.

"Hibari, it's time for your soup." Tsuna announced, with all the devilish glee his evil little spirit could muster.

Hibari sneezed, and swore that one day, the ghost boy would rue the day he died for putting the prefect through such humiliation.

Right after he got better, of course.