Disclaimer: Too poor to buy KHR. So yea. Not mine *crais*

A/N: Sorry for any mistakes! AND OMG +115 FOLLOWS. YOU GUISE. I FEEL SO LOVED. TYSM. This is just a little extra based on someone's recommendation~ Shouichi and Hibari's meeting! Sorry that it's so short.

Quote: "You cannot restrain me with logic."-Hibari (fangirls hnng)

The sun was setting and a reddish-orange hue filled the sky. Pale clouds drifted easily and there seemed to be a calm peace surrounding everything and everyone. In a certain house and room, there was a tense silence as Tsuna continued to smile brightly.

"..Herbivore."

"Yes, Hibari-san?"

The skylark glanced at the third occupant in the room, a red head who looked like he was about to collapse from nervousness and fear.

"I do not do crowds." he continued dryly. The red head flinched as if struck, green eyes darting around nervously as if looking for the nearest escape route.

"Three is not a crowd, it's simply a group." The brunet chirped, he was feeling much more confident now. Besides, he knew that Hibari wouldn't really hurt him. (He was also feeling quite vindictive) "Hibari-san, meet Shouichi-kun." The raven glowered silently, hands twitching as if he was itching for his tonfas- which were luckily confiscated by Nana (who did so because Tsuna asked. Not that Hibari knew or anything). "You know, Shouchi-kun can make robots!"

The red head in question gulped as Hibari's glare seemed to increase thrice-fold.

When his hero wanted him to meet his friend, this was not what Shouichi had expected!

How the heck did Tsuna befriend the infamous skylark?!

Hibari Kyoya was a rather territorial boy, what he claimed as his was solely his. He did not share. Especially not with someone who looked like he could keel over any moment. Weak! The raven found his eye twitching as the brunet continued to beam at him. He would be biting the herbivores to death if not for the fact that the little animal had blackmailed him. Blackmail. HIM! The brunet had gained quite a bit of confidence in front of him, a part of him felt pleased to see that Tsuna trusted him, while the other wanted him to be scared of him again, at least so he won't try to do something so ridiculous. Set him up? Hah! He did not need friends. (Beside the brunet of course, not that Tsuna was a friend or anything.)

He continued to glower at the red head as Tsuna excused himself from the room.

Shouichi on the other hand was in the midst of having a break down.

The door shut behind him softly and Tsuna mentally apologized to Shouchi, it was like pushing the red head off a cliff. But hey, keeping two people in the same room should help them tolerate each other at least. Well actually..make Hibari tolerate the red head at least. This could go in two ways. One: Hibari and Shouichi will somewhat get along. Two: Hibari will murder Shouichi for spazzing out. Luckily, the tonfas were gone so at worst it would be just a little scrabble.

Feeling quite pleased, Tsuna went out to go buy the groceries.

Hopefully everything would be well when he got back.

Tsuna really shouldn't have left.

AT ALL.

Leaving the skylark, red head and his MOTHER alone was not a good idea.

He should have locked the door!

He came back to the sight of Nana and his two friends...going through his baby books! The brunet squeaked, mortified as her mother cooed over his photos- and did Hibari just shove a few of them in his pockets with a sadistic smirk?! He squealed, dropping the bags and diving toward the books- in which Hibari yanked them away and he was left with nothing but his battered pride and well..shrinking manliness.

He inwardly sobbed when Shouichi also slipped some photos into his pockets.

This was not the bonding moment he wanted!

And then Hibari got his tonfas back and everything just went to hell.

Turned out that Shouichi could not only build robots, he could build weapons too- and rather gleefully. Those chains and spikes of his sounded quite destructive. And Hibari had that glint his eye again. Tsuna dubbed it as the 'Crazy, someone is going to die' glint.

Those poor, poor victims in Namimori never saw it coming.