Started from Rome and finally made it to London. It has been a hell of a few weeks! Going home in five days, so hopefully I'll be back to regular updates. In the meantime, although shorter than usual, do enjoy this latest chapter of Storm Clouds!

Disclaimer: FANfiction. I only own the OC. Any changes to the original canon story is due to the fact that this is fanfiction.

Warning: May contain coarse language.

"Have a great day at school, Ri-chan!"

"Go fuck yourself, Lussuria."

The Varia Sun Guardian merely responded to Riko's rude snap with a joyful wave from inside the Bentley he was in, and the door slammed shut as he drew back and the black vehicle promptly drove off.

It was her second day at Namimori High, and despite the many locks she'd installed on her bedroom door the night before, the self-proclaimed mother hen of the assassination squad had managed to break the door down to drag the recalcitrant teenager out of bed and into the shower and subsequently her uniform. He had instructed his entire squad of underlings to keep an eye on the mascot as she grumpily, against her wishes, got ready for school, which meant that she had been escorted the entire way from the mansion to the gates of the school.

But he wasn't here anymore, so…

Riko smirked. Lussuria had completely let his guard down once they had reached the school grounds, just as she had hoped! Gripping the straps of her backpack, she turned on her heel, intent on going anywhere else that had a name that didn't start with 'Namimori' and ended with 'High'.

"Cutting school is prohibited," a familiar voice tinged with sadistic amusement startled the juvenile assassin, stopping her in her tracks.

No fucking way.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now!?" she groaned as she turned around to meet a maliciously smiling Hibari Kyoya, flanked by an intimidating group of high school boys with creepily identical pompadours, who all had the same scarlet band that Hibari had, pinned to their sleeves. Was there anywhere in Namimori that didn't magically summon the cruel brunette to where the Varia mascot was at any given time!?

The massive group of boys that stood behind the very object of her fears had surprised the assassin — she had assumed that from the multiple warnings of 'Do not crowd in front of me', that the head prefect would've long ago smashed his weapons into each and every one of the oddly-hairstyled students for gathering in a massive group.

"Herbivore," a finger shot out, slipping over the bridge between the lenses of her goggles, and yanked them down. Why the fuck was he always doing that!?

Riko hissed. "Hey, you're crowding. Shouldn't you be biting yourself to death?"

Her question made the boy lift an eyebrow. "Hm?" as soon as he turned around, the massive group had dispersed, and scattering evenly in smaller groups of twos and threes all over the school courtyard. Each prefect wore a nervous expressions on their faces as they avoided their leader's piercing gaze. Only one had remained beside the cloud guardian, though he was standing a few feet away from the vindictive teenager. A senbon protruded from between his lips as he nervously averted his eyes to the ground.

Riko slapped her hand to her forehead. She had just ruined a perfect opportunity to run away. What else was new?

Hibari dismissed the scene and turned back to the girl. His gaze rested on her as he quietly regarded her. Riko made no moves as she stood rooted to the spot — she was afraid if she moved even a facial muscle, the prefect would have a tonfa in her face faster than she could dodge.

"Hmph," the quiet scoff matched the superior expression Hibari wore. He reached a hand into the pocket in his trousers, and pulled out a scarlet band. He flung it at the girl's face, and turned around, walking back into the school grounds. The other prefects immediately lined up to form a path for the head to walk down, with the one that seemed to be Hibari's right-hand man of sorts trailing after him from a supposedly safe distance.

Riko scowled at Hibari's back, and picked up the band he had unceremoniously thrown at her. Smoothening it between her fingers, two golden characters had been stitched across the crimson background, and edged it with a border. Despite not being able to read it, she knew what this was — it was exactly the same one that Hibari and his lackeys wore.

"The fuck?"

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Students stared at the intimidating third-year that walked down the corridor of the first year section of the building. His pompadour bobbed slightly as he looked up at the plates that were screwed into the walls beside the doors.

1-A…

1-B…

1-C!

He stopped in front of the door, and pulled it open. His eyes landed on the corner where a shape lay unmoving over a desk; that was her, alright. She fitted Hibari's description to the t, but it hadn't been necessary, since he had seen her this morning. Overly long shirt sleeves, clunky white boots, and goggles that seemed permanently glued onto her face.

"Yang Riko?"

The shape moved slowly as she sat up. A disgruntled girl glared up at him, and recognition flashed in her forest-green eyes. "John Revolta!"

"It's Kusakabe-senpai to you," Kusakabe said coldly, narrowing his eyes at the twisted nickname.

"Ever watched Grease, Revolta?"

"I'm familiar. Hibari wants to see you."

"Tell Kyoya he can suck my dick- Hm?"

Her eyes widened as she felt herself being yanked off the chair she was in, her waist in a painfully strong grip that prevented her from escaping. Kusakabe flung the assassin over one broad shoulder, clamping an arm over her back. He pulled his head away from the frantic kicks of the girl, avoiding being hit by her shoes. "Hey! What the fuck are you doing!? Put me down!"

xxxx

Hibari looked up as Kusakabe entered the room, the struggling girl slung over one shoulder as he respectfully bowed his head. "She wasn't cooperating," he explained his manhandling as he set the belligerent girl down.

Riko immediately lunged for the door, but was blocked by Kusakabe, who leered down at her menacingly with his arms folded across his chest.

"You haven't put it on." came the indifferent observation.

The Chinese-Japanese turned her glare towards the impassive cloud guardian. "Put what on?"

"The badge," he stood up, and started walking towards her. Riko slowly moved back, until her back touched the wall. Hibari stopped, leaning down until his nose was merely inches away from hers. "Put it on. Or do you not know how to?"

"Why the fuck should I?"

"Because I said so."

"Well, good luck making me do it, because I trashed it!"

Slate eyes narrowed momentarily, before Hibari's expression returned to being impassive. "No matter," he said, "It's just a badge after all."

His right hand reached down to the sleeve of the coat that hung on his shoulders, unpinning the band from it. The other hand shot out to pull Riko's left hand towards him, and he threaded the band through the white shirt sleeve, and fastened the safety pin onto the sleeve.

Kusakabe stared. The senbon floated onto the carpeted floor as he watched the head prefect with his mouth slightly parted in shock. He had definitely not expected this.

Pulling back, the head prefect seemed satisfied with the crimson armband that he had placed on the girl. There. Now she was officially his underling.

Riko made a move to yank the band off her shirt, but a paralyzing glare from Hibari stopped her in her tracks. A somewhat nervous glare was directed at him, her eyes flashing darkly with irritation and resentment. "Why the fuck should I be your lackey?" her tone was acidic.

"Because I said so," came the simple reply, "You crossed me, so this is the retribution. You should consider yourself lucky that this is as far as it goes."

"Isn't this retribution enough!?" she gestured towards the bandage around her shin, "You fractured my shinbone!"

"I didn't bite you to death, did I?"

As Hibari's trusted righthand watched the exchange unfold before him, he could not help the multitudes of questions springing up in his mind as he did so. When on earth had Hibari become so wordy? He was a man of very few words, and would much rather slam his tonfas into defiant underlings rather than speak to them. Speaking of underlings, there had never been a case where he'd openly forced anyone into becoming one - everyone that donned the scarlet armband had voluntarily pledged their loyalty to the strongest juvenile in their school, and the title and committee had even followed the infamous cloud guardian from Namimori Middle to Namimori High. It was a display of his strength, and with the level of fear and respect he commanded with ease, one measly girl should have been forgotten like dust beneath his immaculately polished shoes.

But that was not the case, was it?

Kusakabe's eyes slid from Hibari towards the irate girl yelling abuse at the impassive prefect. She was somewhat odd, he could tell, but that was never enough to attract the attention of Hibari Kyoya. They seemed to know each other, from the way she approached him with a familiarity that was returned by the cloud guardian. He had even given her his own armband, which he had worn for so many years, starting from the first day he had established the disciplinary committee. The badge he had worn with quiet pride, given up like it wasn't of great importance to him.

Just what about the girl was special enough to attract the attention of the Demon of Namimori?

Please do let me know how you enjoyed this! Reviews are greatly appreciated, and if you have any questions, I'll be happy to answer them! c:

Delphoxi