The horoscope for Virgo said it was a good day to take a break and stop being so obsessive about order. That was a terrible mistake, because Gokudera and Ryohei (both from that sign) were probably the exact opposite of the word 'order'. That was quite obvious just by looking at their rooms, decorated with a bunch of furniture put together hoping it will make sense.

The horoscope for Libra, instead, announced a tough week. It was the right moment to trust those who never get trust enough, open your minds and understand that even the smallest ones can do the biggest things. Tsuna closed his newspaper and threw it in the bin. That stupid ass prediction actually made him think of his therapist.

It was a woman who could do miracles at her job, and Bianchi's best friend. She always told Tsuna and her other clients about how there was nothing more dangerous than a woman in love, and that women should be feared, and not protected, and treating them like an object was a terrible thing because bla bla bla. The only thing terrible was that Tsuna, at the young age of 21, had to visit a therapist every two weeks.

On their last meeting, Tsuna had been given a simple exercise to reduce stress: every time something stressed him, he had to write it down, and at the end of the day, he had to sleep in the bed of the person who had stressed him more, with that person next to him. 'That person' was usually Lambo, or worse, Mukuro.

After a long and tough night with his mist guardian, the young boss made the resolution that nothing would stress him ever again, and he was doing a fairly good job at keeping calm that day.

Then, everything changed when Haru showed up.

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It was already Hibari's fifth aspirin in less than five minutes. To take him out of the basement while avoiding incidents, he had been injected sleeping pills for horses, and his body was reacting in the most terrible way to the drug.

For some reason not even he could understand, he was seating on the floor, leaning against his boss' office's wall. Maybe he was looking for something, or someone, but he was too tired to try and figure out what or who.

A pair of slender legs stopped in front of him and a squeaky voice he knew so well started to ring in his ears. He didn't understand what she was saying, ain't nobody got energy for that, besides, the sweet sound of her voice was horribly distracting him from his surroundings.

The girl sat next to him and stopped talking. She wasn't one who could spend much time with her mouth shut, but she could see how tired the man was, so she made an effort, smiled and caressed his hair. Hibari wasn't the kind of guy who would get caught up in these sorts of situations, but he actually smiled back. It was that sweet, genuine and simple smile only a very few were allowed to see, and she was one of those few, because she was as special and rare as Hibari's smiles.

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Haru's first mission was a strange one. There was a new band of scammers who were always at auctions. Tsuna, being the social justice fan he was –and because those guys made fun of his hair- wanted to teach them a good lesson.

The girl, after a lot of discussions on the matter, was finally trusted with the difficult task of organizing an auction as bait. Mukuro would be the host, Dino would pay for the whole thing, and Ryohei would wait outside for the pray.

It took them a lot less than they expected, mostly because Haru was the best there was at making things, and she surprised everyone with her lovely abilities of yelling at people to get the fuck back to work.

The mission went perfect. There were no incidents and they actually made some money. Ryohei caught the scammers extremely fast. They turned out to be nothing more than a bunch of six year old girls, a cat and a cheesecake named John. That night, Haru discovered that Hibari had a lot of talent in the karaoke room, and he got worked up when he sang… a lot. She couldn't help but thinking it was probably the cutest thing ever.

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Since this isn't a gag manga and I have no intention of explaining every single one of Haru's missions, I'll allow myself to make a little time skip of six months.

It was a lovely spring day. The sun was shining bright like a diamond and the petite brunette stood in front of her mirror. All her clothes were lying on the cold hard ground and she had already tried on every single piece of fabric she owned, only to end up wearing her first outfit choice. It was a very important day, so she had to look just perfect. Only after six months of proving herself useful, had Hibari agreed on taking her on a mission with him. Just the thought of spending two weeks with the man in Rome made her want to jump off the window in excitement.

At the other side of the mansion, Hibari was just waking up from his nap. He had fed Hibird and Roll one hour ago, in the hopes of getting some sleep before a long trip, but that had turned out to be quite impossible. Things had been happening to him since a while ago. Maybe it was her voice, or her everlasting smile, or just every part of her… Since when were her unwanted invasions of his privacy so… cute?

It had all started with just normal dreams he never really paid any attention to, but then they got fluffier, and before he knew, he was dreaming about their wedding day, and their married life together and he had already named their three unborn children in his dreams. Lately, though, his dreams were getting just plain dirty. Maybe Mukuro was right… a lot of time without getting laid did things to a man… But the worst part was how she was always so stupidly oblivious to all of this, and that little lovely annoying as hell habit she had of going to his room every morning, more than once surprising him with one of those problems "hard" to solve, caused by the thought of her, in his bed, naked, doing the thing, with him. That was not the sort of childish crap a grown man like him should spend so many time thinking about. He felt like a teenager again, a horny one, but that was just because of her, and how she always made him feel younger, and livelier, or just happier.

The thought of her in the arms of another man caused in him a pain sharper than anything he had ever felt before, and she wasn't very helpful with that. All she did was jumping around that herbivore Sawada, searching for his approval, his compliments and all that shit, as if she still loved him, and even if Hibari knew better than anyone that she didn't, that those feelings were long gone, it was still painful as hell, enraging and just sad, because he would never be as special to her as Tsuna had once been.

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14 hours of flight were horrible. 14 hours of flight with Dino by his side, were the worst thing ever. But Hibari only said that because he had never been in a 14 hours flight with Haru by his side. Not only she was the kind of person who wouldn't shut up not even under water, but also she had managed to become bff4evah with half of the passengers, and she had convinced the air hostess that Hibari-san was an adorable puppy and deep down, very very deep down, he was the perfect man, like a teddy bear, oh, and single, so probably gay. But the worst part was when Haru ran out of batteries and fell asleep, with her head on Hibari's shoulder, with her lips slightly parted and wet and shiny and so provocative. There are things a man has to struggle to resist. This was doing horrible things to his patience.

The skylark spent half minute debating against himself about whether he should push Haru away or put his head on top of hers and sleep. He decided It would be the wisest to do the second one, but life seemed to like proving him wrong, for his heart was trying it's best to leave Hibari's chest at the speed of a bullet. He hated so much feeling this way, but it's not like he wanted to get away from Haru's coco shampoo. He didn't even know what he was feeling anymore. It was like tickles in his heart and a slight stampede of dinosaurs in his stomach and a terrible state of confusion in his brain. Must be friendship… yeah, a deep one.

For some reason, Haru, who only knew two words in Italian and they were insults she had caught up from Mukuro and Gokudera, had managed to communicate perfectly with the hotel staff, and they had given them 50% off, some bonbons and the Honey Moon suite.

A long night it was. Haru had occupied the king sized bed and had no intention of sharing it. The skylark was surprisingly ok with it, which wasn't surprising at all having in count all the stuff that was going on in his head lately. This second puberty of his was getting on his nerves. He even reached the point where he actually once asked Ryohei for advice, him being the only idiot that had had a girlfriend for more than a year (Hana, you know… it's canon and all)

-How can I stop having dirty thoughts? –No further explanation was needed. Ryohei knew exactly what the cloud guardian meant with that.

He got up from his chair and stood in front of Hibari, placing both his hands on the other man's shoulders and with what was probably his most serious facial expression.

-Hibari… I think it's time to talk to you about an extremely special thing us men do in these cases- There was a short pause. –Here we call it masturbation

Needless to say, Hibari punched the living hell out of him. –Just between us, he did it actually a few times-.

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Hibari was a light sleeper. The slightest sound could wake him up, but he didn't really mind light, which is why he only woke up when Haru started squealing about god knows what at 5:30 in the morning. He had managed to fall asleep in the world's most uncomfortable chair, and around midnight, some duck ran away and hit the fire alarm, meaning the sprinklers went off and the entire hotel ended up completely wet, included him. Haru didn't even notice. She was too busy sleeping like a log under her fortress of blankets. How the fuck could she do that?

Even if it was so early and his meeting with the guys he had to see was still a few hours away, he got dressed and left the hotel. A good walk in the morning sure would help him feel calmer. All he found was everything closed, a bunch of taxi drivers yelling at each other and the usual group of Japanese tourists everywhere. Around 7 he went back to his hotel room. Haru was still asleep, much to his relieve. He wouldn't want her asking questions about why he was writing down a car's plate number.

He wasn't stupid, of course. He obviously noticed he was being followed all the time by an ugly ass van driven by some guys who didn't seem to know the definition of the word 'dissimulation'. Whether they were up to good or bad, he didn't know, nor did he cared. Whatever it was they wanted, he would bite them all to death. They wouldn't lay a hand on Haru as long as he was around.

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-Boss, I have the pictures you asked for.- A tall woman with really messy hair and filthy pajamas put an envelope with pictures on the table.

-Grazie, bella. Sit down. -Her boss opened the envelope and spent the next five minutes in complete silence looking at the pictures with all his attention. –Carina, please let me ask you…

The woman looked up straight into his boss' eyes.

-Why are all the pictures of his ass?

-Well, he does have a nice booty, am I right boss?

-Carina do I look gay to you?

-Yes, yes you do.

The man sighed in resignation.

-Never mind. I'll take care of this myself. You can go now. Just… stay away from him, ok?

-As you wish, boss.

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gosh I hadn't updated in ages ;u; I'm so sorry, I've been busy with my finals and work and all, but now I'm as free as a butterfly~

Anyways, I know this chapter was short but idk.. I have this idea for the main plot of the thing but I think it's too fast to get with it… ouo well, I guess I'll just keep improvising. So yeah, I missed this fic so much. I'll try to have the next chapter about next week or so, and go back to uploading one chapter every week, like I did before :3

So what did you think? Am I losing my capacities after so long without writing? Leave your reviews and I might update longer chapters more often eue just saying… see you 3