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English is bold. Japanese isn't. (And there'll be some Italian or French or Latin or something going on somewhere, who knows?)


Third Person POV.

"Ohayou, Kyoya-san~"

It was Saturday, and yet, Hibari spent most of his free time taking care of his precious Namimori Middle. Or taking out other delinquents. Calli was already used to it, and she found herself just heading to the roof of Namimori every Saturday, except when Kyoko and Haru would drag her off for some 'girl time' away.

"Kyoooooooya-saaaaaaaaaan~"

Hibari didn't stir from his slumber. Calli grinned widely to herself. Hibari was a deep sleeper, no matter what he said. It was only when he could sense that people sneaking around that he woke up. He only woke up to danger.

At least he doesn't see me as a threat. Calli mused.

Hibird landed on Calli's shoulder and she smiled down at the bird. She rubbed under his chin with the tip of her index. "Hello, Hibird~ Nice day we're having, no?"

"HiCalli~ HiCalli~"

"What are you doing, herbivore?"

Calli's gaze slowly made its way to the awoken demon. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, looking rather irritated. "Don't you know what will happen if you wake me up?"

"Bite me to death~" Calli sang. "But, even your foul mood, Kyoya-san, cannot break the bonds of my happiness!"

Even when her back was slammed against the stone wall, even when she knew that they were the only people within miles of the school, which meant she couldn't scream for help, and even when the tonfa had been so hard pressed against her throat that she could hardly breathe, she still smiled.

"I get to go to Italy a little earlier than I thought! I just wanted to come here and remind you that the offer is still up!"

Hibari, not wanting to waste his energy on some herbivore that was just asking for death, pulled himself away.

"Hn."

"Are you sure you're not going to come?"

"No."

"So, you're not sure?"

He glared. She blinked.

"You'd get to meet my parents! And my sister!"

A vein in his forehead pulsed. "No."

"But—"

Before Hibari could retort once again, the door opened, revealing the herbivores that mingled around his herbivore crashing unto the rooftop. The three of them seemed to have their ears pressed against the door because they leaned all of their weight and tumbled forward.

"Ow!"

"J-Juudaime!"

"Ahahaha!"

"Hi~" Calli smiled. Hibari rolled his eyes at her. She was a little too annoyingly happy today.

Not that she wasn't to begin with.

"Are you guys all ready and packed~?"

"Why would we be packed, stupid woman? We won't be leaving for Italy for another week!"

"I-I'm already packed…"

"O-oh, J-Juudaime! O-of course! I-It's reasonable to be excited! I'll definitely show you around Italy! I'LL BE THE BEST DAMN TOUR GUIDE THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN."

Tsuna sweatdropped at his eager right hand man, reminding him of a certain crazed boxer. Calli skipped over to the group of younger boys and extended her arm to the smallest one. She pulled him up and Yamamoto and Gokudera helped themselves.

"Hibari-san, are you going to Italy?" Yamamoto inquired.

Tsuna broke out into a cold sweat. He had hoped that Hibari wouldn't pay any mind to them, but everyone knew, that that was very herbivorous to assume such a thing.

"Hn. No."

He was about to walk away until the baseball herbivore wrapped his arm around his herbivore's shoulders. Her face lit up at the gesture and giggled. "Ah, well. Don't worry about Calli-chan! We'll take care of her!"

Once the words left his mouth, Yamamoto found his arm around thin air as Hibari was dragging Calli by her shirt collar. She made no attempt to break free and waved towards the younger men. Once they entered into the school building, she was thrown down the stairs by her captor.

She caught herself halfway down and gripped the sides, pivoting on her heel and turning to face Hibari. She grinned widely at him and the corner of his eye twitched. Hibari had thought that a herbivore that could hold her own against him would be exciting, but it only called for more rebellion and irritation.

"Where are we going, Kyoya-san?"

The prefect walked silently past her and she regained her balance to walked alongside him. She hooked herself around his arm and squeezed lightly. Hibari stopped at the bottom of the stairs and grunted. Calli pouted.

He flicked her forehead.

She sighed and released him. He continued to walk ahead of her and she didn't try to walk side by side with him. She repeated herself, "Where are we going, Kyoya-san?"

"Home."


"Wow! Is that a suit?"

"Hn."

Calli stood a few inches outside of Hibari's room, only able to see him packing his clothing from his closet. He would never allow her in, and only let her stay in the guest room if the responsibility of finding her a place to stay had been forced upon him. He could easily drop her off at the Sasagawas, but the herbivore always made tea for him in the morning.

Made things easier for him.

"Can I see you in the suit?"

"No."

Calli shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet back to her heels, and continued doing so. "I'll show you my dress?"

"No."

Hibari folded the last of whatever clothing he had to pack for the European trip into his black carry-on and zipped it up. The suit was tucked away, perfectly ironed, into a garment bag. He slapped himself inwardly for deciding to actually go to Italy.

He had to make sure that everyone's hands would stay off.

"My sister's excited to meet you."

"..."

"I think you'll have fun." Calli took a step backwards to let Hibari out of his room with his luggage. "You know Reborn? That baby you're obsessed with? He taught my sister. And her fiance."

Hibari froze for half a second. Then continued downstairs.

If the party were to be filled with people associated with the baby, perhaps Hibari would have some sort of interest in biting a new crowd of herbivores.


"Calli-chan?"

"Hi, Yoshi-kun~" The other voice on the line was slightly muffled by the sound of cars honking and people talking. "I just wanted to call you and tell you that I'm not riding the plane with you guys next week. Kyoya-san decided to go, and we're heading onto the private plane of the Disciplinary Committee."

Tsuna paused. They had a plane? (A/N: They have a helicopter. [Simon Famiglia Arc] Anything's possible.) "So, you're leaving now?"

"Kyoya-san said he didn't want to 'mingle with herbivores,'" Calli scoffed. "So, we're leaving now."

"He's letting you go with him?"

Hibari must like Calli a lot more than I thought… Tsuna pondered. Perhaps she'll change him.

"Uh. Yeah. He almost didn't. It took me about an hour to convince him that the best way to communicate with people in Italy is by English or Italian… Not his tonfas."

Or perhaps not. Tsuna sweatdropped. "You speak Italian?"

"Yeah. While my sister was away, I took my chance to learn the language. I only know basic phrases though, and summers in Italy definitely helped." She paused and Tsuna had to strain his ears to hear the low voice of Hibari. "Okie! Gotta go, Yoshi-kun! See you in Italy!"


"Kyoya-saaaaaan~"

Hibari twitched. It was a horrible reenactment of this morning. "What."

"Let's play cards!"

"No."

"But—"

"No."

She sighed softly to herself, feeling rather dejected. Every attempt she had made to try and, at least, become friends with Hibari, he shut her down. She tapped her finger pads against her thigh and her mind wandered to the point of no return.

She immediately tensed.

"K-Kyoya-san…?"

His eyes shifted lazily to the girl sitting next to him, who was pulling at the edge of her shirt, biting her bottom lip. Her eyebrows were furrowed in deep thought, but her face relaxed once she breathed out a large sigh. Her head turned towards his, her russett eyes rather large behind the thick-framed glasses. "What do you think of me?"

"You're annoying."

Hibari saw a flash of—something—behind her eyes, but didn't linger too much on it. He averted his gaze to the small rectangular window and drifted off to sleep while Calli attempted to swallow the large lump that formed in her throat.


Calli's POV.

I sniffed loudly.

Hibari's sleeping form didn't move.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and, with shaky legs, made my way towards the restroom. I entered into the room that most claustrophobes would fear and stared, deadpanned, at myself in the mirror. I gripped the area of my shirt above my heart, the ache being just enough to bear.

I sighed.

He had used one of my 'trigger words.'

Trigger Word (n.)A word or phrase in which elicits a rather extreme reaction from a certain person.

My mind was jumbled with different flashes of memories.

Sitting at a lunch table with my friends, chewing rather loudly, and one of the girls scrunching her nose up in disgust and saying, "You're annoying."

That's what stopped that habit.

Leaning into my first boyfriend next to me in the movie theatre, inquiring about a few details of the movie we were watching. The corner of his mouth twitched and uttered, "Stop annoying me with your questions."

I don't talk in the movie theatre anymore.

Being stuck between a group of girls whose nasally voices were too high pitched for even dolphins to comprehend. They each took turns of pretending to play with my hair, tugging it rather sharply only after a few seconds. Then one of them smacked her gum obnoxiously in front of me. "He'll never like you. You're too annoying." Even after I tried to convince them that I was only tutoring him in English.

And that's why I stopped being a tutor.

But Japan was supposed to be a clean slate. New book.

And even now, I messed up.

I sighed and glared hard at the mirror.

My looks were so annoyingly boorish. The typical Asian black-hair-brown-eyes combination, what was there to stand out? The annoyingly large pores that dotted my face, only worsening with the redness that stained my skin? Perhaps it was the annoying dark Sicilian eye bags that I was blessed with from my father's side. Or maybe it was the annoying way that my smile was slightly crooked, leaning more onto the left side before widening into this huge array of annoying.

Anger boiled within my veins and I could feel my breathing become more and more ragged. My vision blurred until I could see was a bright red pulsating in my peripherals.

"You're so annoying!"

Shards of glass were now embedded into my white knuckles as I retracted my clenched fist from the now broken mirror. I stepped back, drunkedly, the glass under my feet crackling loudly. I stared at my trembling hand, expressionless, seeing the blood flow down from the newly acquired wound.

There was no seering pain. Only numbness.

I pinched the bridge of my nose with my uninjured left hand. My eyes reverted back to my right one and I began to pull out the fragments of restroom mirror. Once the glass was a bloodied mess on the floor, I breathed in deeply, and walked out of the restroom.

You should really dress your wound. A little annoying voice nudged me from the back of my mind.

I rolled my eyes.

From where I stood, I couldn't see whether or not Hibari was in his seat, but it really didn't matter to me. I wobbled towards one of the empty aisles and plopped down. I buckled my seatbelt and leaned back into the cushion.

Hot tears slipped through my closed eyes and I choked down whatever noise tried to erupt from my throat.

Then sleep welcomed me like an old friend.


Third Person POV.

Hibari yawned.

He looked to his right to see that the herbivore was missing. He rolled his eyes. She was probably off wreaking havoc somewhere. It was one thing she was actually good at.

That, and getting Hibari's blood boiling.

He stood up from his seat and stretched. He rubbed his eyes as he made his way towards the restroom, completely oblivious to the sleeping form of the herbivore to his right.

He slid the door of the restroom open, only to be welcomed by the sight of broken glass, dried blood how coating certain pieces. He glared hard.

Hibari turned on his heel quickly and found his herbivore, with her hand reduced to a bloody pulp, with a rather irritating expression of god knows what spread across her face.

He took note of the puffiness around her eyes to be even more accented then usual. Her body was still trembling slightly, even if she was unconscious. Her breathing came in and out haphazardly, her brows still furrowed.

It only took a second for Hibari to deduce what happened.

She had punched the mirror.

Bile rose up in Hibari's throat. He had thought that she managed to push him to the edge of sanity, but now, she had gone too far. Even for her.

"Herbivore."

Calli stirred and raised her head up slightly, redness now replacing the once whites of her eyes. "Mm." She sniffled softly.

"Why did you punch the mirror?"

"It was being annoying."

Hibari almost cringed at the sharpness of her tongue. The way she had said that word was almost like a cracking of a whip. There was a defiance in her eyes that he had never seen before, and she was daring him to chastise her.

"How was a mirror being annoying?"

She crossed her arms, tucking her wounded hand away from him. He was almost impressed when he saw no form of pain shoot across her face. "It was doing it's job, I guess. Reflecting what it sees. And I saw an annoying face."

Hibari growled under his breath. The herbivore's reasoning had no sense of reason to it! "What."

Calli rolled her eyes and Hibari almost smacked her upside the head. "Doesn't matter. You don't get it."

His fist came down onto her head to no avail, he elicited not even the slightest of reactions. She glared hard up at him, and he couldn't help but feel the need to strangle her.

"Leave me alone."

Hibari grabbed her right arm and pulled her hand up to his lips and—finally—fear passed through her brown orbs. She quickly regained whatever rebellious façade she had, but Hibari saw through her. He smirked and pressed his tongue against her knuckles, lapping up whatever blood was still flowing through the wound. She shuddered violently and tried to pull away, only being caught in the death grip of the demon.

His lips were pressed against her bloodied and bruised skin as he mumbled, "I'm going to have to bite you to death, herbivore."

"W-what…?" Calli squeaked. The tongue stunt he was pulling was throwing her off. There was no more mask. "W-why…?"

His metallic blue eyes were ablaze with a fire that was full of anger—and lust?—and it was something that Calli had never seen in his eyes before.

She winced as Hibari yanked her right hand closer to his face, his tongue running across the wound again. He bent down to meet eye-level with her, her hand being the only barrier between their faces.

The scorching blaze in his eyes was hard to miss.

His lips tilted into a smirk as he pressed his lips against her hand once more, murmuring words in such a low voice that caused her heart to stop.

"Nobody destroys what is mine."


A/N: Yaaaay. I FINISHED~ [Not a good chapter, whatevz~]

Hibari's rather possessive. I feel like I could come up with a better 'last line' but… I dunno. I got my point across. But… he's acknowledging Calli. Is that good? I think it is.

TRIGGER WORDS ARE REAL.

Because I have a lot. 'Annoying' is one of them. I don't get angry if someone calls me, 'annoying,' but I definitely become heart-broken and I stop talking for a long time. Like... 'annoying' is just one of those words for me.

(I actually haven't been called annoying in a few years, but... I just... that word will break my heart...)

I also hate it when people go, "Ugh. Whatever." THAT PISSES ME OFFFFFF.

And when people say, "Nobody cares." Like... it hurts me when people say that.

MERH. OKAY. DONE RANTING ABOUT MY LIFE.

I LOVE ALL OF MY REVIEWERS. LIKE, YOU GUYS MAKE ME FLAIL DURING SCHOOL WHEN I CHECK MY EMAILS. -hugs-

I had my choir final today. (suppaaaah easyy~)

Now I got Math and Orchestra tomorrow. [blergh]

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