IMPORTANT: I'M PUTTING THIS ON HIATUS. It's pretty long for me already and it's about time I put it on a quick hiatus to review the first few chapters of the manga, work on the other stuff I'm planning (Especially on my KutoshitsujixKHR crossover. It's half way done and yet...I haven't added anything.), AND get more inspiration for this. I've reached a dead end on inspiration so...I'll take a quick break from writing our beloved Hibari and start outing my attention on my other fanfics. Mark your calendar, though, sweethearts. We're gaoling drabble 12 to be up during MID-AUGUST '11. We're doing a Tsuna perspective for this one because I CAN. Actually, no. I just can't think of a good POV from either Kyouya or Suzuki so...WE HAVE A TSUNA ONE! Sorry if Tsuna and Longchamp are OOC. I didn't have internet when I was writing this. BTW, Salonpass is a patch that relieves muscle pain/stress. Other wise known as a Medical Mint Patch.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own REBORN! Amano-Sensei does. All I own is Suzuki and some concepts.

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Drabble 11: Mother Heals Weirdoes

Sawada Tsunayoshi hated today. But when did he not hate a single day? Because seriously, he always get late and ends up getting bitten to death. He thought he'd only get a beating from a certain Hibari Kyouya once a day but now...Longchamp just had to screw it up and get him another beating. So now, Tsuna came writhing to Shamal's office in just his boxers, begging on his hands and knees, asking for treatments. Shamal downright rejected them because he only wanted girls (SCREW THAT PERVERT) and could only offer them his all heavenly spit. Who wanted to get spat on anyway? It's fine if you use your own spit on your own wounds but...no. Just...no.

So writhing on the floor in his boxers with all the bruises a single person cannot handle, Sawada Tsunayoshi was beginning to abandon all hope with the obnoxious Longchamp beside him to watch him die a slowly bruised death until-

"Shamal rejected you?"

When Tsuna craned his neck, he saw his new economics teacher. She was alright; she preferred being called Suzuki-sensei over the normal formalities their other teachers require and evidently refused to tell them her last name for her own personal reasons. Tsuna couldn't help to feel anything else besides being relieved. And that dorky Longchamp can finally die alone. "Come, I'll take the both of you to the office to get you patched up." Suzuki-san stated, helping both boys get up to their feet and leading them to the teacher's lounge.

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Tsuna was technically glad a teacher like her existed. She was nice, and she patched up their wounds pretty nicely. "There we are." Suzuki-sensei said as she patted the last salonpass over Tsuna's bruise. She was done with the both of them and was already packing up her medical kit. "Thank you, Suzuki-sensei." Tsuna said for the 50th time ever since she had rescued them from pain. "It's not a problem." She replied." Now, let me just Kyou-san so you can report your case." She informed them , getting up to her feet. Immediately, Tsuna lets out a high-pitched HIIEEEE and began to protest, but Suzuki merely ignored the middle schooler and was out of the lounge. Tsuna knew his life was technically over. He found it funny though, that Suzuki-sensei called Hibari-san...well, Kyou-san. Everyone calls the head prefect Hibari. Even the mayor.

So Tsuna, just praying his last few words and writing down his will in his mind, let his orangeish eyes wander around Suzuki's desk, looking at her random stacks of paperwork, books and bag. Also, the bag tag. That could tell him her last name.

So Tsuna merely leaned a little bit over to read the tag and read Hibari Suzuki. He merely sighed at her last name. Apparently, she was a Hiba-

He then let out another high-pitched scream.

Inwardly, he was panicking. Apparently, his favorite teacher was the scary head-prefect's mother and he didn't even notice the signs. Then he wanted to slap himself for being such a numbskull. She had dropped it a few times and he couldn't even realize it. OH MY GO-

"Kyou-san, Tsuna-kun seems to be having trouble now. When I saw him he was beaten up."

"Hn...Sawada?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"Trouble-maker. I did it."

Tsuna was getting chills when he heard the mother and son duo conversing on the other end of the door. It was PANIC TIME. Immediately, he jumped up to his feet, ran all across the teacher's lounge, pulled open the closet and just hid in there. PERIOD. So he settled in there, skipping a few pieces to their conversation until he heard the door open.

"Odd. Tsuna was here a minute ago."

"Hn. Sawada was always a coward."

"Well, why'd you beat him up?"

"He was disrupting the peace."

Tsuna heard his teacher sigh, and he could only feel relieved to hear that at least someone was normal from the Hibari family. But it struck him as odd. Hibari-san didn't look a thing like Suzuki-sensei. He figured he could stay cramped in the closet until Hibari-san goes away, and he felt relieved. He could just explain things to Suzuki-sensei and...OH MY GOD. LONGCHAMP.

"Ahahaha! Suzuki-sensei, Kyotkun, Tsunkyun went hiding in the closet. Ahahahaha!"

And finally, a high-pitched hie and he is discovered.

Thankfully, Suzuki-sensei was there to control Hibari-san or his life was screwed.

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Oh and Longchamp...YOU'RE AN IDIOT.


A/N;; Well, this is our last chapter...FOR NOW. When I get 12 up early, it'll surely alert you. When I get it up mid-August, it will also alert you. Anyway, enjoy your day!