Disclaimer: I do not own KHR. All rights belong to Akira Amano.

Guess what, guys? The internet in my house shut down this week. I was so bored! Also, that's why this is so late. I'm not being lazy, I swear. On the upside, though, I got this chapter done, and chapter 7 is almost finished! For my new fic, Our Sky, I got chapter 3 almost done too!

For those of you who don't know, Our Sky is my new story, and it's a next generation fic. OS is a little different, but if you like this story or next generation fics, I think you should try it out, and then review (shameless advertising). It's not shonen-ai, and I don't know if I'm going to have any romance at all. If you only read stories for romance, then you might not like it. But whatever, it's your choice. I'm going to try and alternate releases between the two.

Moving right along, on to reviews. Holy crap, 13 again! I'm so happy!

Gravefire: You like the funny chapters, huh? Interesting. Thank you so much for pointing all that stuff out! I really needed that, and a little criticism never hurts. I'll try to use those ideas in this and other chapters. It's okay if your reviews get shorter, but you realize this means now I have to make the chapters more interesting so you have to give longer reviews, right? I'm just saying, you forced me to do this. ^^

supercherryninja: Yeah, the flower part was fun to write. I have nothing against morning people specifically, seeing as I'm sort of one on a really good morning, but yes, usually I do find them sort of annoying. And the fact that it's my creepy tech teacher just makes it worse.

Allen Walker the Crowned Clown: I feel so sorry for you, and I can even relate! I've got tons of HW too, and at least three extra curricular activities every week. Writing is my escape! Falling asleep in class is a big no-no. Did you get caught?

kikyokyoyahibari: Yes, it is cute. Just wait. Just you wait...

Seriyuu: Hibari kicks ass! But, also, let's take into consideration that Mukuro is supposed to be normal (though not normal enough for Hibari), and shouldn't be able to beat Hibari. As for the next development, read on.

Kajune: Thank you so much for pointing that out! I'm sorry. That line was supposed to be, "I want you to die." I don't know why I missed the want part. I'm not going to edit just yet, but once I finish this story, I'll probably go back and fix everything all together. So, if you see anything else, don't be afraid to point it out!

x Hibari Kyoya x: I know this sounds stupid, but did you change your name? Because I could have sworn I replied to someone named iHibari last time, and they had the same review as you. Or am I really that blind? Now I'm worried. An RP? Really? Awesome! I'm honored! I'd make a doujinshi (maybe) but I can't draw for my life. If you know anyone who can draw something like that, please let me know! 'Cause they'd totally be welcome to. Hell, I wrote the story and I'd probably die of the smexiness too. Review every chapter? That's great. Thank you so much!

ZeRamen: I'm glad you find it interesting. Mukuro being a demon just kind of fits, so I went with it. Why not, right?

dotYui: You went away for a few days? That explains everything! I was worried you got bored with this! Yes, Hibari and his dysfunctional family (thanks to me) are wonderful, no? Three new reviews. I can die happy now! BTW, thanks for reviewing Our Sky. It made me really happy.

Sasu-Sama' Sarukiji-Sempai: Thanks for the reviews, and the descriptive words!

Sjokolade: I'm so glad you liked it! The way someone writes matters to me too, so the fact that you like it means a lot. Plot lines, for me, are like boys: It's almost impossible to find one I actually like. Here's your new chapter, and my excuses (see above).

Damn, a whole page again! It was totally worth it though. Remember, read this new chapter and review!

Love's Many Risks

Chapter 6: Subs and Gym Classes

Love can be a scary thing. It makes us become something different from what we are. When you fall in love, it's like giving part of your heart away. It's offering that part of you to another, and hoping they don't break it. It gives someone power over you. Love makes people do crazy things. So, even knowing all this, why do humans still fall in love?

Simple: because despite all these things, love can also be the sweetest feeling in the world. It makes you feel euphoric, and light, and happy. It's about taking risks. Yes, that's what it is. Love is a risk.

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A streak of blue light shot across the sky, illuminating the night for mere seconds before it vanished again. No one in the city of Namimori paid it any attention, probably because they couldn't see it, much less hear it. But, had they been able to hear it, they may have heard a low chuckle, and some words.

"I'm coming for you, Mukuro-chan!"

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Monday. Undoubtedly the worst day of the week. It was the day the whole boring school week began again. Which meant Hibari would have to attend school. Which meant he would have to see that bastard Mukuro. Which he did not want. The other teen confused him. He annoyed him relentlessly, he kissed him, he stole his weapons, and then gave him a flower?!?! What kind of twisted individual does that? Easy: Rokudo Mukuro.

Hibari was confused, and he didn't like confusion. So, whenever the foreign emotion presented itself, he channeled it into anger. And what better way to release that anger than to beat up a few thugs early in the morning?

So that was how he found himself, at seven-thirty a.m., wiping the blood off his tonfa on an unconscious opponent's sleeve. They hadn't put up much of a fight, hadn't even managed to touch his sleeve. And they certainly hadn't been able to steal one of his precious tonfa, like a certain navy haired herbivore, who Hibari was starting to think wasn't as much of a weakling as he'd originally thought. The teen shook his head, trying to rid himself of any thoughts on the infuriating person. It sort of worked. With a sigh, he walked out of the alley he'd been fighting in, stepping gracefully over the fallen bodies. It was time to face the day.

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The bell rang loudly, signaling the start of class. Hibari spared a quick glance behind him at the desk where the current bane of his existence sat, and was surprised to find it empty. The boy's spirits rose involuntarily at the prospect of a Mukuro-free day. Maybe things might actually be peaceful today!

Of course, just as he thought that, the door slid open, and in walked the person in question. His mismatched eyes found Hibari quickly, and he smirked at the outright disgusted expression that flashed across the other teen's face. He sauntered over to his seat, making sure to bid 'Kyoya' a quick good morning.

Dammit. Was the first and only thought that played through Hibari's mind during the entire exchange. He really wanted to hit the other boy, if only to wipe that infuriating smirk of his face. The teacher walked in, and began to talk. For probably the first time in his life, the black haired teen actually tried to pay attention to the lesson, if only to distract himself. He had the feeling that he was being watched, and it didn't take a genius to figure out who was doing the watching. His desk was next to the window, and second to last from the back. Who was the only person sitting behind him again?

As soon as lunch began, Hibari whirled to face Mukuro, glaring intensely. "Would you quit it?" he snarled.

"Quit what?" the demon replied innocently, a pleasant smile plastered to his face.

"Stop staring!"

Mukuro raised an eyebrow. "So you want me to keep my eyes closed the entire day?"

"If that's what it takes, then yes."

"So how am I supposed to learn?"

"You and I both know that neither of us pay attention to this torture we call class."

"Those don't sound like the words of someone who loves this school as much as people say," Mukuro commented.

"I don't love it," was the annoyed reply.

The demon tried to look genuinely surprised, but in all honesty, that was kind of the response he'd been expecting. He'd thought the expression looked real enough, but he could immediately tell that Hibari wasn't fooled. The boy was sharp, Mukuro would give him that. He played along anyway, for the fun of it. "You don't?"

"Have I ever said that I do?"

"You never tried to deny it either," the navy haired teen pointed out.

"If I wanted to waste my time on impossible tasks, I would." And with that said, Hibari turned back to his lunch, obviously ending the conversation. Mukuro didn't attempt to say anything else on the matter, as he knew he'd be ignored, or more likely, attacked. Lunch passed quickly after that, and before they knew it, the teacher was re-entering the classroom. This time, though, he wasn't alone.

Behind him walked another man. He looked like he was in his late thirties, with shoulder length magenta hair and pointy glasses. He was skinny, and wore a pressed white suit, but what most of the students noticed first was the leering look he was giving the whole class. The teacher apparently didn't notice any of this, as he took his place at the front of the room like usual. The strange man followed him.

"As you all know, starting tomorrow, I'm taking a short time off because of personal matters. This man," he said, gesturing towards the new arrival, "Will be your substitute while I'm gone."

"Hello, class," the substitute began, stepping forward. "My name is Glo Xinia. I hope we will all get along well during our short time together."

A few halfhearted claps could be heard around the room, but they died out quickly. Obviously, no one was thrilled about this new development. The teacher chuckled nervously, then stated, "Glo-san will just be watching today, as it's his first time subbing, correct?" This last bit was met by a nod from 'Glo-san," who then went to sit in the corner opposite of Mukuro's seat. No one noticed the momentary glare they sent each other.

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"Look out, Mukuro-san!" Shinji cried. The demon turned just in time to see a soccer ball hurtling at him. He could have easily dodged it, but he was supposed to be a normal student, and a normal student wouldn't have been able to avoid it. So he let it hit him in the back. The force of said hit knocked him to the ground. He landed on his hands and knees, both of which he scraped. Shinji scrambled over, worried. "I'm so sorry!" he apologized frantically. "I thought you were looking!"

"No, it's my fault for not paying attention," Mukuro assured him.

"You're bleeding!"

He looked down at his hands, and sure enough, they were bleeding slightly. Judging from the fall, it was probably safe to assume that his knees were bleeding too. "I guess so," he admitted. They were in gym class, the last class of the day, and were playing a game of soccer against another class in their grade who had gym at the same time. The coach jogged over, and, upon seeing Mukuro's hands, immediately pointed at the school. "Go see the nurse. Get those taken care of."

Mukuro pushed himself to his feet and walked off the field. On his way, he caught Hibari's quizzical glance. The other boy already knew how fast his reflexes were, so of course he'd expected him to get out of the way. Mukuro simply shrugged, then headed inside. The nurse disinfected and bandaged his hands and knees, then sent him back to the locker room to change into his normal clothes. Class was already over, so nobody else would be there.

He shrugged off his T-shirt, and was reaching into his locker for his white uniform top when he saw Hibari walk in. The other teen stiffened upon seeing his half-naked classmate. He'd forgotten his sneakers in his gym locker, and had just been coming back to get them. Instead, he found Mukuro. Huzzah.

A smirk settled onto Mukuro's lips, and he took a step towards his target. Hibari, understandably, backed up, and kept backing up as the demon drew closer. He started slightly when his back hit the wall near the door, and he realized he was trapped. Pale arms extended, placing a hand on either side of the teen's head to prevent escape.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hibari asked, trying to keep his voice level.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Mukuro replied, drawing closer. The smaller boy was paralyzed. He wanted to get away from here, be anywhere else other than here, but his legs weren't responding. The other was inches away from his face, and drawing closer. He shut his eyes, and...

"Mukuro-san, you in here?" a voice called from the other end of the room. The noise broke Hibari out of his trance/paralysis, and he quickly ducked under Mukuro's arm and out the door, face red with embarrassment and something else that he couldn't quite place. Screw the sneakers, he was not going back in there anytime soon.

Mukuro, on the other hand, was decidedly more pleased with himself, and a lot less confused. He walked back over to the bench where he'd dropped his shirt earlier, calling out, "Yes, Kai, I'm here. Just give me a minute, I'm getting changed." He dressed quickly, then walked out, still smirking to himself.

This chapter kind of didn't come out how I wanted it to. It's okay, I guess, but it's not my best work. Also, I have no idea how subs and gym classes and schools in general in Japan work, so I'm kind of making some stuff up. Whatever. My story, my plot. ^^ Remember, please review!