Author Ramblings: K-san is here! Grapes, grapes… LOL, anyway I thought of finishing this mini-series first before I add more Random Thoughts since everybody will be confused from constant jumping of the unrelated ficlets. After it is completed I will separate it!

Anybody can replace I-pin in Hibari's dreams and then I thought of Mukuro being the replacement… Then that would result to the destruction of Hibari's psyche, so I deleted the thought. XD

I do not own "Katekyo Hitman Reborn!"

WARNING: Rated M for graphic sex; you can't skip it since it's interlaced with the conversation, sorry.

We Live Our Lives on Different Sides

~The Haunt Continues~

He looked at the time on his phone and found that approximately twenty minutes had passed since he arrived at home. He didn't even remember that he had fallen asleep when he fell on the floor. Releasing the thought, he decided to check the fridge but changed his mind when he remembered from his dream that he didn't have anything left to eat. So he went outside to have his meal.

Hibari woke up the next morning without any weird dreams from his slumber. He was glad for he didn't need anything worthless yet bothering things. He then got out of bed and prepared to go and attend his classes, since the weak herbivore bugged him to death to have at least a normal life to cover his Mafioso status.

Just outside his apartment was Kusakabe, waiting for him. Hibari passed by the said man and continued to walk with his hands in his pockets and his back in a slouch while the other followed his tracks.

The same thing happened everyday, and he was getting tired of it. Herbivores had the annoying disability to see how their entire life was so routinely, in Hibari's opinion that is. They, always forming crowds, sometimes forgot what kind of discipline he had imposed and they had never learned what had to be memorized. And such a weak act they showed him, crowding; he didn't see the point as to why they want to blend in. He smiled inwardly as he reminded himself that camouflage is the best strategy for the feeble

"Part." He ordered under his breath, and such an inaudible sound was heard amidst the noise. The weaklings looked horrified when they saw the prefect head who has been a prefect head ever since middle school. Even in college, he made sure that he was in charge.

In connection, everybody wondered how he entered college even though he was a delinquent; some thought that he harassed the teachers so they would let him pass, and any action with the use of force was a logical reason for them. Hibari had heard the rumors first-hand, even beat up some loosed-lips, but he ended up ignoring them after growing tired of their consistent gossip-making.

At any rate, he walked through the path that the crowd gave him when it divided, and kept his sight before him, only looked sideways when somebody spoke audaciously in his presence. It was a good thing that the reception room was empty when he arrived (those herbivores stress him!) and he went straight to his table and pulled the swivel chair to sit on it. He still had a lot of time before his first class, so he closed his eyelids and decided to take a catnap…

A book being closed then opened prompted him to open his eyes. He looked around and he was still in the reception room. Sweeping the room with his eyes for the one who woke him up, he swore that he was going to kill the culprit, but found no one. He raised his head, which formerly lay on the desk, and glanced at the clock mounted on the wall, two minutes had passed since he took his seat.

Then the sound of pages continuously being flipped made itself clear to him. It came from his back and it went on.

"Why?" the familiar voice sent chills down his spine and he turned calmly to see the visage of a girl who held a book whose pages she continued to flip. Her braids fell over her shoulders that framed her beautiful neck which had a bite mark, her beautiful eyes sparkling in the shadow that was created by the light behind her.

He wondered why he didn't feel the girl enter the room and it frustrated him. With a loud thud, the book fell on the floor as she let it go to hold his face with the both of her hands. His private space was being invaded by the person in front of him and her actions worsened his insecurity.

In addition, the paralyzing current was present, making him close his eyes as a flinching reaction. Hibari wasn't stupid; he knew that the electricity arose from their contact but what he was unsure of if the witch was using it to inflict mental damage upon him.

She let go of him after putting so much attention on his nose (he felt her staring at his nose for some unknown reason and she stroked it with a finger), and sat beside him on the tabletop while she spoke, "Why do you hate crowds?"

He answered with a question, "And why do you keep on bothering me?" It infuriated him more when she giggled at his reaction, yet he did not take any move to seize such mockery. The killing intent he had a few seconds ago dissolved as well, to which he was confused and felt how much of an incompetent fool he was.

"I am not bothering you," she paused as she opened the book she held before and then continued, "You simply wanted to talk to me."

In his seat he shifted to look at the book she held for he believed that the object fell on the floor a few moments ago and he doesn't remember her picking it up. His eyes narrowed and in a flash, he had her down on the table with his hand firmly holding her neck in place.

"You—" he began but a wave of energy travelled from their interface up to his arm and into his head. It shook his insides and he slowly let go of her neck then both of his hands craned his body over hers. "Who… are you?" he said weakly and his eyes peered through his hair that fell over them.

"I told you before haven't I?" she said while supporting her body with elbows that pressed against the wooden surface. "So tell me, why do you hate crowds?" At her question, he pulled back, and retreated until he leaned on the windowpane behind him.

A throb and it caused him to place a palm over his temples, his thirst for killing the girl intensified though it quickly died, yet again. "A crowd is similar to a herd…" he found himself explaining, "Herbivores form herds so as to keep themselves safe from predators that lurk near them." He let his hand fall on his side as he kept a watchful eye on the girl that sat on his desk; the residue insensitivity of his nerves had passed.

"It's what weaklings do," he shook his head slightly, "and I'm not one of those mediocre fools." To him, his tongue continuously without control and it perturbed him for he let his control slip.

"Really?" she asked with pure innocence then rebutted, "But there's one that leads them," she stood up and approached him, but kept a safe distance for him and for herself, "the Alpha-male or the Alpha-female." and to that he gave her a sharp glower. She continued despite his actions, and it appeared to him that she knew that his craving for violence would go away.

"They too are herbivores, leading others as their roles." She took her eyes from him and flipped open the book as if reading a specific page. "Aren't you the same?"

There was no way that he was going to let that pass and he wished that his violent nature won't go away that time so he could destroy her for sure. And it did not disappear indeed; he pushed her down on the floor then mounted her, but had another idea rather than kill her.

"I," he swallowed, "am not trying to hide." He bowed and his hair fell over his eyes though he still looked at her form that was under his superiority. She had both of her arms folded and tucked near her chest and both of her hands were over her breasts. He noticed the mark that he left on her neck, and he pulled on her wrists to spread her arms on her sides. The book had disappeared.

"Those which you call alpha-herbivores cannot go beyond their herd because doing so will prove them weak." He spoke as he closed the distance between their faces until he can feel her breathing on his skin and he was beginning to enjoy the current running through their bodies, and he had a wicked smile on his face. "Staying with their crowd gives them the idea of being the strongest," however, she was the one who finished the sentence,

"Though it is the contrary," she spoke with a moan escaping her lips as Hibari started kissing her neck. "But you are similar." Then, not a moan escaped her lips upon her words but a cry for he bit her just like a lion would to kill a gazelle.

"I remembered your name," he said as he tore her dress that covered her chest, revealing beautifully rounded breasts (mouthing a wao at the sight) that he took hold of, and went on as another moan broke out of her throat, "It's I-pin, wasn't it?"

She nodded and he knew there was a smile behind the hand that covered her mouth. Truly, this girl interested him in a lot of ways; her body, her persistence and her submission were few of the things he liked most. How come she could satisfy him with everything that she is?

Not caging his desires, he picked her up with both his arms that encircled the small of her waist and her body limply rested on his when he sat up from their position. He ordered her to straddle him, and returned to their topic that was left hanging, "I am different." He said as he nuzzled her neck and prepared to enter her, for his shaft hardened.

She pulled away to see his face, and smiled at him yet another yelp fled from her as he forcefully entered. Moving her hips, she spoke in between moans, "What kind of difference do you make?" her hands clenched on his shoulders, almost ripping off his clothes at the satisfaction they both gave each other. A roar rumbled in his throat at her insolence, shoving her on the floor, raised her legs and began thrusting away; he hated it when he's not on top.

He was catching his breath as he spoke, "I do not have those fucking emotions." That was the difference. He placed his hand beside her head only to find the book under his palm; he groaned. Then he noticed the connecting current suddenly getting stronger and he knew what was coming next. 'Oh fuck.' They reached the climax of their union, although she had a frown on her face as it passed.

"And that is what makes you stronger…" she spoke with a shaky voice with tears welling in her eyes, "that is what you think." The tingling sensation remained on his skin even after her hand had left his face.

What was she thinking? Of course that is what he thought and believed; there was proof that he is a lot stronger because of his lack of emotions. There was no doubt. He smirked at their exchange; such trivial matters don't even need be brought up.

"Or you just don't want to talk about them because you are confused yourself?" she said and he punched her face out of anger. Licking the blood that smeared the corner of her lips, her following statement made his hair stand on its ends, "You are sad, too sad. But you choose to wallow in your own depression…"

The book that was beside her head was open and anger was the first word on its page. And the clock on the wall showed that only two minutes had passed after he sat on his chair.

"What am I to you?" were her last words as her head lolled to the side so that she faced the book of his doubt…

Steely dark-blue eyes shot open, and he quickly glanced up at the clock and saw that thirty-five minutes went by during his sleep. With his body still feeling exhausted, he sat against his chair and looked at the ceiling; he had a crazy dream that was more than satisfying.

He thought about what the girl's name was for he had forgotten once more, altogether chewing on what difference he made with those herbivores.

He is not weak, not emotional and does not need help from anybody, whether they are strong or weak, and most of all he is above everybody else. And in order for him to be superior, he had to separate himself from those who are not capable of seeing the truth that emotions are useless.

Also, he begged to differ…

Days had passed since then, and no such dreams plagued him in his sleep. He did not know if he should be sad or be happy or both; happy for not dreaming of her and sad for the same reason, though he doesn't know the difference considering the fact that he had thrown his feelings away. Nothing is left but a cold-hearted head prefect, somebody who did not want to be passive. Yet he has his own doubts…

To be continued…

Yay! And that's done! I'm starting to like this idea of mine, haven't been putting effort to create serious plots for a while so this is the drain and I expect it to be great! TO THE EXTREME!

If you were curious about the italicized words above, the sentences below consists of all those words:

Herbivores crowd to hide what kind of incompetent fools they are.

He memorized the use of force to inflict mental damage on others so that he could satisfy his thirst for superiority and to separate himself from those who are mediocre.

He begged to differ.

I don't know if the three are coherent but they give a brief summary of the whole chapter, which is cool. It wasn't intentional at first but then I noticed as I went on writing. And I forgot that "I'll bite you to death" is not the only memorable quote from Kyo-san; don't forget "Wao." XD Also, follow Hibari Kyoya as he connects the dots provided by his dreams next chapter! Thanks for reading and please leave a review!

A paradox:

~ If God can do anything, can he create a boulder so heavy he can't lift it? ~