Another installment of my fanfic 2-in-1 ID Game...

Hahaha...

If you, my dear readers, have reached up to this point, I'm just going to tell you that this is just an introduction.

Good luck with reading this, because I really want to make a long (really long) fanfic. Although with Beastly which I couldn't start formally...

So, good luck with myself, too!

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is a canon anime and manga made by Ms. Akira Amano with ArtLand. The plot is owned by the owner and it is not her responsibility if there are any coincidences with either the real life or other fanfictions inside the site.

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2-in-1 ID Game

Chapter 9

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BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP!

"... Hm?"

Click!

The figure under the blankets rose herself to sit. After grabbing the clock and reading the time being 5:20 in the morning, she slid herself out of the bed and went to the table where an answering machine laid on. She then pressed the blinking red button.

"You have five messages." The answering machine blared.

"Hi Haru! Sorry that I couldn't come today. The faculty of Harvard requested me to attend a meeting on Italy for five days. Sorry, I couldn't keep up with the festival. Haru, I love you." A man's voice spoke.

"You're always like that... Dad." The woman said while untying her cream satin robe.

Then, the second message blared. "Good morning, Haru-chan! This is Kyoko... When... Tsuna told me you're going to the trial today for Uni-chan - "

"Shut up, Kyoko... Two-face... " She was now inside the bathroom, testing the water temperature in the shower.

" - going there, okay?... Third message... " The message continued with a familiar voice. "Hello, Mademoiselle Haru. Your trial for the bullying case Giglio Nero-Sawada, the victim, is today; eight-thirty in the morning. Goodbye - "

"Stupid trials... " She muttered while her hair, hands, and her whole body.

"Hello... Miss Miura... This is Ieyasu Sawada... Hm... Your chauffeur for today. Don't leave your home, okay? I'll escort you. Okay, bye-bye..."

By the time the fourth message had finished, Haru had fixed herself by her formal business suit, black shoes, and her facial expressions.

When she opened her door to leave, she was surprised to see the man who almost pressed the doorbell.

"Mr. Sawada?"

"Good morning, milady..." Ieyasu gave her a princess-like treatment, when he greeted her back with a charming smile and kissing the back of her left hand. "... I'm going to be your escort of the day."

"But I didn't know you would be here to pick me up."

"But I did messaged you, didn't I?"

Haru racked her brain about the list of messages from her answering machine.

Your chauffeur for today... escort you...

Yes, that sounded like him. Haru thought while locking her door. The brunette then faced the blonde man with am impassive face.

"Whatever, let's go." And the two left to go to the courtroom.

Leaving behind an important message coming for the person she called . 'Reborn.'

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The late lawyer, the late attorney Hayato Gokudera was sitting uncomfortably behind the open seat of the victim. To his left seated his best friend and 'boss,' Tsunayoshi Sawada. To his right were his new colleagues in the university; Kyoko Sasagawa, Kyoya Hibari, and Takeshi Yamamoto. They were waiting for the court to start.

"So..." The silverhead began, "Were you feeling comfortable sitting near the aisle, Mr. Yamamoto?"

Yamamoto then smiled at the other. "Yes, I am. Thanks for asking."

Hibari then added, "Yes, he wouldn't get uncomfortable, nor impatient, because he has been eating here... " Kyoko leaned her head to look at the accused, as well as Gokudera and Tsuna. "Respect the courthouse, Takeshi. Do not eat here. And do not leave your crumbs here, either" He spoke on his steely voice.

"But I'm not eating... I'm munching." Yamamoto reasoned out offhandedly as the other three sighed exasperatedly. That's not a logical reason at all.

By the moment Yamamoto had finished 'munching' did the main people arrived. The jury, as well as the head judge, went to their seats. The seats of both offence and defence also filled. The seat in front of the silverhead had occupied by a young girl with a white bonnet. Beside her was his oh so hate to the depths of the earth.

The one cause of the revocation of his licence.

Haru Miura.

Said woman faced the girl and let out comforting words to calm the poor child. The group of the accused looked at her with an angry expression, frightening her.

Suddenly, three loud bangs coming from the hammering gavel was heard.

"Let's get this trial started." The brunette muttered, as she went in front of the court to face the jury and the audience.

"What the People intend to show you,... " She began, "... is the emphatical state of thus pliant, fourteen-year-old girl..."

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Hibari Kyoya hates liars.

He is the man of the truth and he believes that even if truth hurts, one must accept it open-mindedly and move on.

He doesn't like watching advertisements much, because all he could hear is, "This is so soft, you can almost feel that you are in heaven!" Or, "If you don't want to be left out, go buy this one now at a very cheap price!"

Or something beneath those lines.

He doesn't like those sales person who almost ate him up to death when they tightly grabbed his hand like they care.

"Good morning sir! Wow, you're very handsome today! Would you like to test our product? Here we have blah-blah-blah... "

So much for being honest, just like his students.

He doesn't like couples holding hands in the park, dogs licking their owner's face, that hideous fox which pretended to love lemon goods, but actually wanted to devour the girl with a red riding hood, that fox in a green leotard who steals from the rich and wealthy for the poor and deprived, that man in round glasses wearing his kimono promising that the lot he sells were big. He even hates the little snot who almost hit him on the face with the morning newspaper every time the boy threw it through the house. He might hold a grudge towards the raven head.

Speaking of newspapers, he doesn't prefer the entertainment page, because it has been infested with stupid herbivores writing gossips of whodunit. He doesn't even know the meaning of the word ' Visual Kei' until his dear friend Kyoko filled his mind with the desire to throttle the sorry neck of the sick bastard who told him that when he took his haircut in the barber shop across his house.

But worst of all, he hates lawyers. In someone's eyes, lawyers can see the truth... but they are bloody mongrels who corrupt the rich and grill the poor. He witnessed it too, when those hungry wolves under the law destroyed his real father little by little until the last of his pride left him to shame.

He despised lawyers. All of them.

But he could not help himself but took his words back as he watched the woman in deep purple business suit with a very sweaty forehead and slightly ruffled hair, as she fought furiously for the client she was on.

"Objection! Your Honour, I ask for the question to be asked no more. The question has many answers, but the witness could not answer - " The woman interjected.

"Why, Ms. Miura, pray tell me - it's an open question - " The other defended.

"The question is out of the truth premises, Your Honour. Besides, it is insufficient for the investigation."

Three bangs of a gavel were heard.

"Objection overruled."

For the last two days, he sat at the furthermost back of the courtroom, without his friends, intently watching the woman's actions as she fought for the rights of the child. He was fascinated by her tough frankness and plain bluntness that he was falling for her...

The last words from his mouth made his eyes widen in shock.

That could be due to his lack of sleep - Wait. He could now sleep as early as six because the campus was too busy for the upcoming festival.

He could be - stop.

Too irrelevant.

He felt his right cheek being poked on, making him realize where is he in. Glancing on his right, he saw Yamamoto looking at him with worried eyes. "Dude... are you okay?"

Yes, this is the last day, of the trial, the people who were with him on the first day were there, with an addition of the silverhead nutcase.

"Extreme... So this is what a courtroom looks like. I never thought Hana would be working in this place. I can shout here - "

"No, no nii-chan, I would prefer it if you would not." The silverhead's sister smiled at him with gritted teeth, pleading him to rid of his overpowering personality.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

An, immediate silence enveloped the room. The teacher stood up as the judge regarded her. She was a part of the faculty the children studied. "Madame Foreperson, without telling me who the votes favour, could you tell me how the voting stands?"

The foreperson answered, "Twelve to twelve, Your Honour. The votes haven't changed."

"And, do you think, with more deliberations you can reach a verdict?"

"After taking five ballots, Your Honour, the jury had decided for the verdict."

And finally, after three days of tense court drama, the verdict had finally reached.

Justice was finally served.