LOCKET TIGHTLY

A/N: Hi! I'm back~ :3 Sorry for the wait. Too much was going on that I couldn't focus on writing the story **coughfamilydramaandschoolstuffcough**.

But! Enough about it. I won't bore you guys with the gory details. So are you ready?

On with the Story!

WARNINGS: a very loose timeline and idiot/s in love. Grammar and spelling mistakes are entirely my own.

P.S. Excuse me for the bad pun in the title. I couldn't resist. XD (Locket Tightly = Lock it tightly)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own KHR or any of its characters. If I did, 1827 will be cannon. :)


"Kyoko, why are you turning you head like that?"

Kurokawa Hana, best friend of Sasagawa Kyoko (the most popular girl in their school), and resident information "head" of Namimori Middle School (Namimori Chuugakuen) asked when for the umpteenth time, Kyoko nearly broke her neck following the girl who passed them in the hall.

"Hm?" attention caught, Kyoko looked at her best friend questioningly. "Ne Hana-chan, why are so many girls wearing locket pendants?"

Hana looked at the popular girl like she was a creature from another planet.

"Kyoko.. could it be.. you don't remember?"

"Remember what Hana-chan?", Kyoko tilted her head to the side—a clear sign of her confusion.

The logical person that Hana is, she concluded that yes, her best friend haven't got a single clue of the newest trend in NamiChuu. Again.

Even when it was all the girls could talk about for weeks.

Even when they had a conversation about it just yesterday.

Yeah…

Maybe… Maybe Kyoko may have selective hearing. Or she had a Very, Very, VEEEERY selective amnesia and forgot the hottest topic for the last two weeks. Honestly, at this time, it can be either of the two and Hana would accept it a hundred and ten percent.

(God forbid that Kyoko have been corrupted by Sawada and those monkeys he calls friends or they bonked Kyoko's head a little too hard because if they did…)

(Well, she holds the rumour mill in this school for a reason. A damn good reason.)

Dutifully, she still answered.

"It's the newest trend.", Hana then gestured a small rectangle in the air using her thumbs and index fingers of both hands, "You put a small note in the locket with your feelings or wish to be with someone or even a picture of who you like and wear it for a week or two but not more than three. If your wish doesn't come true by the end of the second week, you have to bury the locket at the foot of the big Sakura tree."

"Why is that?"

"So the Sakura Spirit can bring your wish or feelings to the one you love... Or something like that.", Hana rolled her eyes at the sheer absurdity (and honestly, stupidity) of it all.

"The only problem is the location." Hana continued.

"You just have to bury the locket right? What's so hard about it Hana-chan?"

Hana stared at her best friend. This WAS her best friend right? The sweet and innocent Kyoko? Who have been a Namimori resident all her life

Right?

"The Sakura Tree Kyoko."

Hana sighed when still, no comprehension was gleaned from her best friend's face, "The one where Hibari-san is always napping? That place."

The dark-haired girl looked at her audience and saw the exact moment when realization struck the brunette.

Then a contemplative look crossed Kyoko's face.

Suddenly, the brunette smiled (and maybe she's hallucinating? Or is that smile a bit evil?), emitting sparkles and flowers and sunshine.

(Nope. Kyoko? Evil? Pshhhhh. A trick of the light for sure.)

(Sure…)

(So sure.)

"I see, Hana-chan. Thank you for telling me this. I have to go find someone. I'll see you in class ok?"

Hana nodded and watched Kyoko run to find this "someone".

Really, what has gotten in to that girl? If she didn't love her best friend (in a totally platonic and friendly way of course! Get your mind out of the gutter, you monkeys!), she'll really think the Kyoko was calculating—evil mastermind calculating. With plans and all.


"Puchin!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi rubbed his nose. Maybe someone was thinking about him. Or saying something behind his back. ("No Mukuro. Not my behind but behind my back. Hieee! Get your hands off please!")

It's definitely Reborn.

Even if it wasn't, it's Reborn.

Plotting the next lesson.

Probably a painful and a life-threatening one.

Yep. No doubt.

Oh joy.

Why was this his life?

Ugh. Evil Tutor from the deepest and darkest part of Hell.

He sighed, then looked up and was surprised to see his two best friends, Gokudera Hayato and Yamamoto Takeshi staring at him.

("Best Friends. Not guardians because I will never be a Mafia Boss." Tsuna nodded as if assuring himself that his decision was final. "Tch. Stop being dame (useless) Dame-Tsuna. Accept your fate."—Reborn, with Leon-gun pointing at him. Aaaand nope. Not final at all.)

"Are you sick Juudaime? Should I get green onions for you? I need a Doctor!", self-proclaimed Right-Hand man of the Vongola Decimo (Never! – Tsuna) stood up from his seat ready to run the miles towards Namimori Hospital.

"There's no need, Gokudera-kun. I'm fine." The brunet smiled as reassurance. Too used to his friends bouts of insanity.

Just like his life.

"Hahahahaha! Tsuna, that was cute." The baseball star player commented while swinging an arm around Tsuna.

"Hey baseball freak. What did I say? Hands off of Juudaime!" Gokudera pulled a couple of dynamites intending to blow the left-hand man while Yamamoto just laughed at the silver-haired's antics.

Tsuna just shook his head at his friends' antics while suppressing a smile.

He had a niggling suspicion that Yamamoto riles up Gokudera on purpose.

Or Gokudera is just prickly towards Yamamoto to hide his ever growing affe- Nope. Not going there.

Note to self: Stop going down rabbit holes that lead to weird places.

The Neo-Vongola-Primo-(NEVER)-to-be smiled fondly at his best friends and deciding whether he should rescue Yamamoto from being mauled by his Storm or rescue Gokudera from popping a vessel.

Thoughtlessly, his hand came up to his neck to fiddle with his pendant alongside his Vongola ring.

The two guardians stopped their bickering when they saw their friend ("Boss! You idiota! Have you no respect?" – Gokudera; "Hahahaha!") hold something under his uniform.

The two looked at each other in confusion, having a conversation with their eyes. Asking each other if the other knows what that is and who would last not knowing.

Finally, one surrendered.

"Juudaime." Gokudera couldn't look his Boss in the eye.

Tsuna jerked. As if he had forgotten he was at school and not in the comfort of his room.

Nonetheless, he gave the silver-haired boy a smile. "Yes Gokudera-kun?"

"What is that Juudaime?" He pointed to the…"thing" being fiddled with. And because he can't be the only one going down, "Baseball idiot wants to know." Ha! Take that! If I go down in Juudaime's eyes, you're going down with me.

Tsuna turned red and as if burnt, he let go of the "thing".

"I-i-i-it was only my.. uhmmm. M-m-my ring Gokudera-kun. It's a habit now, I guess." Still, the petite boy stuttered and blushed which did not support his claims. (Reborn is still training Tsuna to lie effectively—with unsatisfactory results. Heavier measures will be employed. Tsuna shivered.)

The brunet suddenly stood up, "I have to go to the bathroom!" and ran like Reborn's hell hounds are chasing after him (Hey! You never know. Maybe he has one… or ten.). Leaving his flabbergasted friends behind. Looking only at the closing door where their friend went out.

Tsuna stopped at a corridor where a window, overlooking the Sakura Tree, was positioned after a few minutes of running.

He straightened up and pulled out the "thing" from inside his uniform, held it up so the light can reflect on it and he can admire it more closely.

That "thing" which turned out to be a locket. A very simple locket with something very precious inside.

He found out about this particular trend from the girl-who-shall-not-be-named. And who is the only one who found out about his well-guarded secret.

(He thinks Reborn knows but the demon spawn hasn't said a word about it so he'll just ignore that because he is not suicidal enough (yet) to seek Reborn's help on this… certain situation.)

The girl-who-shall-not-be-named has greater intuition than he does—well, with regards to feelings only of course. He doesn't mean to brag but he's not half-bad following his intuition. Especially in life or death situations (which were, unfortunately, more frequent than he would like—which was none at all).

In the corner of his peripheral vision, he caught something black moving from a distance. He turned his head in the direction of the tree and was stunned. For the tree is no longer unoccupied and someone is now napping under the shade it provides.

Tsuna leaned towards the window and commenced his recent hobby, bird watching.

A very dangerous past time, indeed.


Hibari Kyoya just wanted peace.

Mostly, he gets it. How? By biting every herbivore that threatens to destroy that peace to death.

And now, after all that work, he wants to savour the peace he has fiercely protected and maintained.

But how can he? Years of being the hunter, being the carnivore he is, taught him to always be vigilant of herbivores pretending to be carnivores. Of herbivores trying their luck to usurp from him the power and the command of his territory.

Just like right now.

He was being watched.

Not moving from his current position (lying on his back), the skylark turned his head from where he sensed the "someone" who was watching him.

He saw a figure quickly hiding from view by using the wall of the 3rd floor window. He paid no mind when he sensed that no ill intent was directed at him. Maybe a student just daydreaming.

He has had his share of biting for this moment. That student was lucky.

There will be no luck next time.

Silver irises were covered once again by the prefect's, continuing his interrupted (but well-deserved) sleep.


Tsuna calmed his racing heart.

He was almost caught.

He was ALMOST CAUGHT!

He tried counting to settle and stabilize his heart.

It wasn't working.

He tried again.

Who the heck thought this was useful? He'll give an X-Burner to their face. It is still NOT working.

A few minutes more (which he spent trying – and failing—to calm down), he started his trek back to the classroom.

Lest Gokudera starts a search party for him (It wouldn't be the first time. Unfortunately).

After all, there can only be so much time spent in the bathroom without giving people the wrong idea.


Hence, two weeks quickly passed with no spectacular deviation from the normal.

No skylark swooping in to stand in front of Tsuna and kissing him senseless.

No accidental touches that may invoke the feelings of passion and romance (which was one of the 7 mysteries of Namimori) of a certain Prefect for a certain brunet.

No passionate declaration of love from the rooftop at lunch time.

Not even a detention for the dame boy to leave the two of them in a room. Together. In privacy.

Nothing.

Nada.

Zip.

Tsuna sighed and looked forlornly down the pendant on his neck.

Time for the 2nd part of the trend.


The school grounds were quiet, with the exception of the occasional whistling of the trees when the wind blows scattering the loose leaves and flowers in the process and the sounds of the various critters and woodland creatures that inhabit the forest beyond.

The moonlight is casting a glow that allowed shadows to permeate the grounds producing an overall eerie atmosphere.

The light caught a lone silhouette, jumping over the cast iron gate of the school, his petite form cloaked by darkness, his footsteps light and sure—a boy on a mission of utmost importance.

A mission of the heart.

Tsuna tiptoed around the school. His even breaths, his pounding heart and the crunching of the leaves with every step he takes are loud in his ears.

Slowly, but surely, he made his way to the famous Sakura tree. Once there, he only allowed himself 5 seconds to appreciate the view of the Sakura tree framed by the moonlight, illuminating it in an ethereal and awe-inspiring way.

But this is no time for admiration. It is time to start the mission.

With the speed that Reborn painstakingly trained in him, the brunet pulled out a trowel from the satchel around his waist (one of the 2 things he brought on this "mission") and the pendant (the other essential object for this mission to succeed).

He kneeled at the base of the tree and with a trepidation of getting caught (though he knows that all the souls in Namimori are peacefully sleeping in their beds – except Reborn. That demonic baby has got no soul), he started to dig.


Once again, Hibari Kyoya is in want of a nap (because he is not a herbivore. He is a carnivore that is strong enough that a simple hunt cannot tire him out so much that he needs a rest) after a long day of biting herbivores to death.

He trudged his way up to his tree and positioned himself at the base, allowing for optimum shade and breathing in the cool breeze.

He closed his eyes and tensed shoulders relaxed.

After a few minutes, he heard a soft whisper. So soft it could be nothing at all.

Silver irises once again opened to the world, the black-haired prefect suddenly sat up and tensed. He looked around. Looking for the source.

Some poor sap just confessed and the wind must have picked it up.

When he didn't see nor sensed anything, he brushed it up to his imagination. And went to lay back on the grass again for his nap.

Yeah. The voice was soft. Familiar. But it MUST have been his imagination. After all, that brunet omnivore is nowhere in his vicinity.

The skylark closed his eyes once more. His thoughts still swirling around the imagined voice and confession of a certain Vongola heir ("Noooooo!" – Tsuna, still in denial of his fate).

'I'm in love with you, Hibari-san'

Just his imagination after all.

However, a ghost of a smile can be seen—if someone was brave enough to look over the sleeping prefect.

But, no one was.

And unfortunately for the oblivious Neo-Vongola-Primo-to-be (Seriously, is there a difference?), he continued to answer the practice questionnaires the demon spawn (a.k.a. Reborn) has given him. Sweating buckets and glancing at the TNT lever every 5 seconds.

A very amused baby Hitman just looked on.

He can't wait to push that lever on question number 8.

His student wouldn't know what hit him.


A/N: Fail ending is fail. -.-

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