God, I love D18 banter. I'm not sure how connected this one is to the others, but I just love writing one-shot ficlets about these two. Such puppy love. I couldn't imagine this couple lasting long xD ..Now, I want to write something about their relationship finally falling apart D:

Hibari stood on the roof of Namimori Middle with a faraway look. He wondered what was happening down there without him. What kind of laughter in homes. Hugs in the parks. What kind of pain in alleys. Shady exchanges underground and injustices in the dark crevices his tonfa have yet to reach. His mind usually started off mild enough, but grew more gruesome. He pictured different scenarios all over Namimori.

He imagined that the house nearly 6 kilometers away contained a family of four: a wife, husband, and they're two young kids. He created the theory that it was a loving household with a smiling mother and proud father. The children were no older than 7 and were constantly discovering new things about the world – curious and energetic.

Hibari believed that in the apartments on the other side of the town was a 24 year-old with a manga obsession who could never get off his ass and make a true living as an office worker or something productive. No, this guy was probably disgusting, fervently holding on to this idiotic dream of becoming a mangaka despite all of his plots being the same thing – a catgirl who rescues the world one panty shot at a time.

And not too far from there – in the pits –Hibari assumed there lived a young adult and her boyfriend whose lifestyle was heavily influenced by Western culture. Her lover gets angry a lot, strikes her and she blames herself for it. She brings bruises to work, but covers them with clothes or make-up. She'll eventually have kids who he hits and she'll blame them for it.

In the basement of places like hers, were the real slime. The gritty stains of Namimori that Hibari was sure his fists could wash clean. The dealers and druggies. The pimps and whores. The murderers and corpses. He felt he could puke from the very thought of it all clinging to the bottom of his precious Namimori. The idea of the city's revolting underbelly made his stomach turn.

And there he was. Standing on the roof of Namimori Middle School. On the roof of Namimori. Right at the top to keep it all in check. To make sure that the young family never had to live in fear of criminals.

"You know what they say," a familiar voice called out as the door to the roof shut. "It's lonely at the top."

Hibari turned around, a frown plastered on his features. "Bucking Horse."

Dino waved, smiling brightly before joining Hibari's side.

"Carnivores are solitary hunters," Hibari explained, not looking at Dino.

The Italian man laughed at this. "What about lions?" he asked, gazing at the beautiful Japanese teen. "They work in prides."

Hibari scoffed. "Not the males. Get your facts straight."

Dino chuckled. "I suppose your right. But wouldn't Tsuna be the head of the pride as far as the Vongola go?"

"Why did you mention that herbivore?" Hibari growled, whipping out a tonfa and sending Dino a furious glare.

Dino backed up out of fear with his hands up in surrender. "Now, now, KyoyAAH!" he said while he stumbled forward and toppled onto his student.

"Ow," he muttered, pushing himself up a bit so that his body was propped up by his elbows. This allowed him to look down on Hibari's bright red face. Dino grimaced, frightened that this flush of color was from anger, but upon a second glance, he realized it wasn't. Hibari's eyes were clenched shut and brows furrowed out of embarrassment. And he looked pretty damned cute too. Dino leaned down and kissed the boy on the nose.

Hibari's eyes fluttered open, staring up at Dino somewhat innocently making both their hearts beat little faster.

Then… Hibari kneed Dino in the stomach. He then slipped from underneath the man as Dino keeled over and barfed a bit.

"What the hell?" the blond hollered.

"That's my line," Hibari replied coolly, brushing himself off. "You trip, then lie on me too long, and then you…" His face heated up, eyes wide as his hand flew to his nose where he could still feel the love radiating from where he had been kis—

A tonfa connected with Dino's head. He let out a pathetic shout as he fell to the floor. Hibari glowered down at his mentor, wondering whether or not to stomp on the gorgeous man until he stopped breathing.

Dino sat up, blood leaking out his mouth.

"I might really die if you keep this up," the Cavallone boss laughed, clumsily standing.

"That's the point," Hibari explained as he adjusted his weapons in his hands.

"Calm down, Kyoya… a peck like that is just a greeting where I come from," Dino lied.

"A greeting?"

"Mm-hm. I do it to Romario all the time!"

Hibari raised an eyebrow at this before kicking Dino in a place that's very sensitive for men. The pain made spots flash in front of Dino's vision.

"Never greet me like that again!" Hibari commanded and Dino could only nod.

The teen huffed and went back to his previous activities of looking over Namimori. From his spot behind the roof railing, the boy looked so small against the landscape. The glowing orange and salmon colored sky dotted with thin clouds. The stretch of city, rows and rows of buildings reaching out to the horizon. The people the walls contained, the families. The husband and wife. The two kids. The wannabe mangaka. The abused girlfriend and her man. The dealers. The pimps. The murderers. Hibari looked at all of this – all that they could see from this viewpoint and thought, "This is all mine. I must protect it."

Set against that huge task, Dino thought Hibari looked so cold. Wiping the blood from his lips and chin, he trotted to the boy's side.

"They say it's lonely at the top," Dino reminded.

Hibari glimpsed up at the mafia boss then sighed, "Fine. You can keep me company."