A/N: I don't own KHR or any of its characters.


Everything changed after the "Volleyball incident"...

It was actually crazy how famous I became on our campus. The story exaggerated as it went around and also random fictions filtered in and out of it. In some cases, I was trained under an elite Russian volleyball coach since infancy. In other cases, I was recruited by the national youth team, but because of a strict academic background, my mother deigned I would never play volleyball again. In the most OBSCURE case, I was bitten by a mosquito during the match and was gifted supernatural athletic powers for 30 minutes.

The first day back as I walked through the doors of the classroom, I was met with incredibly mixed responses - awe, fear, shock, excitement, caution, and everything in between. Who knew volleyball could be so divisive?

Komiya, on the other hand, looked absolutely livid under her perfect facade. My performance had completely shifted her social hierarchy. Her eyes followed me more often than before, but for the most part, she left me completely alone.

But like everything else in 5th grade, I knew the rumors and attention would soon fade - that was the beauty of children, nothing kept their attentions for too long.

Except, Kyoya.

He went through some insane lengths to follow me after school, even if it interrupted with his training he just HAD to know what I was up to. Obsessive much? I know. At least he still insisted on leaving for school before me and I could savor that time of peace. Might besmear the Hibari name by association with me, ya know.

RING. RING.

The bells chimes, signaling the end of school for the day. Without looking back, I hop out the window.

"Hatsu-chan please stop doing that, it's dangerous! Your parents would be very upset if anything happened to you!" Mr. Onazuka calls after me. But I'm already sprinting through the gates with Kyoya hot on my heels.

I divert my path from the road and sprint into the tree line. Once I spot a low-hanging branch, I grab it and spin myself up. I jump from branch to branch until the trees clear to a row of houses. I look back to see Kyoya only two trees behind me. "Goddammit."

With a sharp intake of breath, I jump from my branch onto a nearby roof.

"Oof!" I barely manage to land without losing balance. Any misstep on the smooth shingles could send me tumbling down two stories. But I have no time to waste and quickly shimmy down, leaping onto the first floor roofing, then to the ground.

I hear the crack of clay shingles above me as Kyoya takes his own leap.

"Stop already you stalker-pervert!" I scream at him while running into the foot traffic on the street. Rich wives pushing designer strollers, the business elite, and young socialites form the majority of the crowd - an upper-crust residential neighborhood.

"PERVERTTTTTTTTTTT~" I yell at the top of my lungs. Passerby turn toward us, worried, while Kyoya flushes red. A few murmurs arise - "Should we call the cops?" "What's going on?" "Someone stop him." - but I speed through without breaking pace. Any hesitation with Kyoya would surely mean the end.

Kyoya grits his teeth, a manic smile on his face.

"I'll bite you to death, herbivore."

I laugh as the streets of Namimori become our personal playground of tag once again. He is REALLY annoying, but the chase is exhilarating and if anything, I always see something new of Namimori along the way.


"Sorry, Miss Komiya, seems like there's a situation ahead. There will be a slight delay in your arrival home."

What could possibly be wrong in my perfect neighborhood?

But something IS wrong. Terribly wrong.

My fists clench as I lean slightly out the tinted windows of my limousine. It's Hatsu. In MY neighborhood. And with MY Hibari.

"I told her not to get close to him."

"What's wrong Miss Komiya?" My bodyguard asks.

"Find out everything you know about her."

"Hai, Miss Komiya. Right away."


"CHIEKO-SAMAAAAAA!"

Hatsu bolts through the doors and quickly collapses on the ground, pulling off her shoes at the entryway in a huffing, sweaty mess. Between labored breaths she wheezes out: "Tell Kyoya to leave me alone."

Kyoya crashes into the entryway just then, equally disheveled and covered in twigs and dirt. "Obaa-san, she never does what I say. She should be following OUR rules."

I smile behind my kimono sleeve.

"You both are tracking dirt into the house." They freeze, wide-eyed. "Go back outside and dust off, then sweep the entryway."

Silence.

"Hai Chieko-sama."

"Hai Obaa-san."

"Good. Dinner will be ready shortly, try not to play too late next time."

"I told him NOT to follow me -"

"I told her NOT to run away -"

They glare at one another.

"Hurry up, you two. If you haven't finished by dinner time than both of you will have to sweep the garden path all tomorrow after school."

And no more motivation is needed. They spring to life, running out the entrance. She overhears their hushed argument continue.

"This is all your fault."

Kyoya scoffs in response. "YOU were the one who disobeyed me from the start. If you hadn't we wouldn't be in this situation at all."

"And why should I 'obey' you - wasn't it I who beat YOUR ass."

I turn away to start setting the dinner table, a smile still on my face. I've never seen him so lively before.


A/N: Ah, I see the confusion. I meant to be describing her younger brother not Tsuna in the previous chapter. That's a little bit of a giveaway but it will come back in the future :). This was a quick write for me so hopefully the next chapter comes just as quickly! This one is a bit shorter though.