Author Ramblings: Kufufu~ Hello! Thanks to all my readers, I hope all of you guys review a story simultaneously. That'd definitely give this collection a boost (and my ego too). And I was waiting to reach five reviews for the last chap and I received the fifth one the other day. At least five reviews per chap is more than enough. :)

And sorry for the very late update, I am guilty and will not lay out any excuses. By the way, I had just realized that HibaPin wasn't so canon after all (correct me otherwise).

And to AI: please, only God deserves to be worshipped and I am nothing compared to him (not that I'm religious), I'm just another human being. :D And yes, I'm still alive. You should make an account so we can talk properly. And I'll be removing you're last review, you can just email me. I think my email add is in my profile here in FFdotnet.

I do not own "Katekyo Hitman Reborn!" Though I'm still thinking of making I-pin the Tenth Generation Vongole boss…

WARNING: It is T-rated now with minor violence and this chap has a guest star! To those who skipped reading the previous chapter, you can read this without a problem; I think it's easy to follow.

Hibari haven't been dreaming of the girl for the past few days and to that he is glad. The last dream's topic is about doubt and crowds, how petty it is for him. But she asks him a very important question to his being: what difference did he make with those herbivores? He contemplates on that and says that he does not have emotions and this makes him stronger. No doubt lace his answer, yet his disappointment of not dreaming of her is evident…

We Live Our Lives on Different Sides

~Anger is also an Emotion~

Pineapple wasn't one of his favorites. Being a carnivore that he is, he didn't like fruit nor anything herbivores eat, furthermore seeing one in the meeting a few hours back made his blood boil, though it wasn't the pineapple that he disliked the most. But still, seeing anything that can be attributed to it made him livid…

In the halls of the headquarters he sauntered in silence then heard giggles of children out of the blue. Two kids neared him, both of them running; in front was a boy who wore an afro, followed by a girl. The boy passed by, and Hibari narrowed his eyes at the noise yet did not do anything to shut the kid up for he thought it would be a waste of energy.

Something crashed against him, followed by a crisp thud that resounded in the air. Looking down, he met the girl's stare; had he been deep in his thought that he did not realize that he felled her? Hence, realizing it at his fault, his hands picked the girl up to let her stand on her feet, her familiar Chinese features brought out the kindness Hibari had. His clothes ruffled gently as he straightened to continue on his way and heard a word of thanks that was muffled by the clip-clopping of his shoes…

The part of the Foundation that is connected to the main headquarters was still meters away as he made a beeline towards the said place. On his path, he heard laughing and jeering, getting louder as he approached a certain room. The door to that room was open, clear was his sight of the interior when he passed by and so was the loud voice of one of the people in the room, and that prompted him to slow down.

"Gokudera-kun! Don't!" he heard Tsuna screech yet the other one in the conversation spoke further, "Oh come on! Is this something that bastard can't handle? Or maybe he's too weak?"

Hibari knew well that it was he who was the target of the exchange. Right; Hibari heard that right and he's not some kind of weakling like them but if he took the bait, it would mean that he was intimidated by what the Storm Guardian had said.

So he went on yet a different voice called to him, that time it was the Rain Guardian, making him turn. The latter asked him to join their get-together and since it was a formal invitation, Hibari agreed. In addition, he can prove that Smoking Bomb Gokudera was mistaken and that he, the Cloud Guardian, was indeed the strongest in every aspect.

The two guardians entered the room, inducing another shrilly shriek from Tsuna to which the Cloud Guardian scowls, Yamamoto laughs nevertheless.

"That was so girly, Tsuna." Yamamoto's face contorted to that of a more serious one after seeing discomfort on the former's face, "Anyway, doesn't he have the right to join us? He is a guardian as well."

All of them could only sigh in defeat as Yamamoto had a smile plastered on his face that was just too sincere. Taking the silence as a yes, Yamamoto sat on one of the chairs around the table. Hibari picked a seat for himself as well, careful not to be too close or be branded a herbivore.

A bottle of vodka held a place in Gokudera's hand and he was the one to break the silence that dominated the room. "Who wants to go against me?" He gave a smirk towards Hibari's direction, after all he knew what kind of alcohol tolerance the Cloud Guardian had, crappy. He continued on studying his enemies; Sasagawa Ryohei was there too.

Whatever kind of challenge it was remained very pathetic to the prefect; an opportunity is an opportunity and he planned on making the best of it.

Nobody spoke, just a quiet agreement between men, and so, the Storm Guardian happily poured the alcohol into the others' cups. He was confident that he'd be the winner as he scanned his opponents…

Tsuna was down after a number of shots; he said something about his stomach turning as he left. Gokudera laughed inside—one down—though he was worried about his boss at the same time. He wondered when he would defeat the strongest guardian of the Tenth family.

This makes one wonder why the heck he's challenging every guardian, even Tsuna, to a drinking contest. It turns out that Gokudera is one insecure fellow, as he was getting left behind by the others.

He wasn't satisfied after knowing that he couldn't have a chance at going against Mukuro, but it would suffice to defeat Hibari nonetheless, as the said man is ranked strongest among the guardians of the Vongole family. Even so, the word strongest is relative, and he wanted to show them that he's better at something at the very least.

At any rate, Hibari downed another jigger of vodka and felt the liquid warm his insides as it went down his throat. He had lost count of how many he had taken, he only knew that the loud Sun guardian was already out and so was the Rain; they said that alcohol wasn't beneficial for both of them. As if it was beneficial to anybody.

He glared at the solitary man in front of him and gestured another round of the alcohol be poured; he was determined to prove that his title didn't only apply to brute strength.

Gokudera grunted as they raised both their glasses. They smirked; the two thought that it was the end of their glorious bout. Hibari, on one hand, gulped it down quickly and brought the glass down on the table with a thump, Gokudera did the same yet at a slower pace on the other.

Victory was at hand, Hibari's hand.

The Guardian of the Cloud left the room moreover Gokudera was sprawled over the table murmuring inaudible sounds and his face a crimson red from drunkenness. The former was now out in the halls with wobbly legs and a spinning sight, murmuring something with a very deep slur, "I… am alwaysh… on… top!"

After his declaration of superiority and some buckling on his knees, the floor welcomed him with a very hard caress…

"Hello!"

'Hn', Hibari stirred in his bed as he heard another hello. He thought if he was on the phone but no, he wasn't and so he shifted again. A groan escaped his lips as the calling did not stop, making him sit up abruptly and growl: "I'm trying to sleep, damn it!"

"Oh good, you're awake." A voice said.

He turned to his left to see who spoke but there was no one and he was getting angrier by the moment. In a sudden motion, he felt his face being turned by somebody else, and at the end of its turn, he saw what he detested the most.

A lovely sight of Sakura trees appeared around him all of a sudden, and with that he felt all of his strength melt under him, and a loud, eerie chuckle pervaded his ears. With the thumb of the hand that held his chin, his cheek met gentle circular motions yet in a blink of an eye the same hand had struck him like a sledge hammer.

"Good morning, Hibari Kyoya. I bet that woke you up."

Oh sure it did, Hibari felt his blood rush in his veins as well as anger accumulate in him, even partially removed the head ache he suffered from his hang-over. Hibari mustered his strength to throw an insult at his assailant, "Fuck off, Rokudo Mukuro. Don't you have something else to do in your life, pineapple?" Another hit landed on Hibari's face, further strengthening the pain he felt from his headache, he can't do anything about it however. "Hn. I'll make damn sure to shove my tonfa down your throat later to shut you up, gay fruit."

And the other quickly retaliated, "Look who's talking? Aren't you a bit chatty today? And how come you still have the guts to speak like that, hm?" Mukuro spoke as his face hovered over Hibari's, it was too close for comfort and if the Cloud Guardian could move his arms, he could have repaid the other guardian triple of what he received from the recent blows. "I wonder how you deal with him."

His uneasiness faltered as Mukuro retreated to look past him, followed by a fluid motion of placing both hands on the hips. It made Hibari wonder what the fruit was talking about and to whom he was talking to. When he felt something weigh against his side, opposite of the Mist Guardian, was the time he made certain what Mukuro's words meant.

The Mist Guardian was about to speak but he suddenly fell backward with a tonfa's end stuck in his mouth. How filthy its taste was, was reserved only for him and Hibari presented a smirk on his face for that very moment, yet it quickly disappeared along with the image of his enemy. 'An illusion…' Standing up, he thought of many different ways of getting even, getting the upper hand maybe, with the mirage user.

Another weird laugh resurfaced from the silence of the room, and according to Hibari's calculation, it came from behind him. His eyes narrowed upon seeing the blue-haired man's hand holding a familiar girl's neck. It's been a while since he last saw her and her eyes looked devoid of emotions that time around.

Mukuro cackled once more and Hibari couldn't tolerate himself from hissing under his breath. 'He really should stop doing that, it creeps me out,' was what the prefect had in mind, he kept a watchful eye on the illusionist while mentally preoccupied nonetheless.

"Let's see… What should I do next?" Mukuro thought for a moment then piped up. "I know. Let's play a game-,"

"I don't have time to be playing with the likes of-" then a whimper from the girl interjected him as he interrupted Mukuro before, although the whimper had a hard time escaping her lips as it was stuck in her crushed throat.

"That was just the beginning…" graced was Mukuro's lips with a sadistic smile as his hand began to wander on the girl's body. "What? Are you just going to stare like that, hm? Or are you enjoying this rather?"

Instead of doing something for the poor girl, Hibari only sneered at what poor attempt the Mist Guardian was doing to fool with him. "I'm not a fan of whatever you're trying to do," his eyes shifted to the girl, "Get out of here."

Different-colored eyes narrowed then the sound of fist colliding upon flesh was heard; a loud crash echoed afterwards. The girl was on the floor, with a blood-smeared face, and not a groan had fled from her nor did she pose any resistance, and it made Rokudo Mukuro more infuriated.

"You are worthless," he said as he motioned over the girl to pick her up by the collar of her shirt, speaking further without a side glance, "Aren't you going to do something?" His eyes slowly slid to its corners, "Don't you care about this girl? Do you not fancy her?" He pulled the girl like she was some dog on a leash, her body grazing the carpeted floor. "More than that, don't my actions anger you?"

Whatever his enemy said made Hibari move toward them, moved as if he was being pulled by invisible strings. He took small and slow steps, all the while thought to his self, 'Fancy? Anger?' He saw the girl's eyes light up with every step he made; with every centimeter that he traversed she became more spirited. 'Who is she anyway?' his mind continued to rant at him, and names seemed to flood into his head as he tried to remember the girl's name. 'How many times has she told me her name?'

"I certainly can't recall," Hibari blurted out in mid-step, followed by Mukuro's fist being raised to deliver another blow at the young girl's face.

Everything became slow, and the girl closed her eyes to await the deadly blow poised to bring her doom, yet nothing came to end her wait. Her eyelids fluttered open only to lay her orbs on the sight that Hibari had caught Mukuro's fist with his hand, the other held a tonfa lurking at the illusionist's neck.

"Why you—" the blue-haired man roared yet was kept at bay by the Cloud Guardian's expression—the real face of apathy with no remains of anger or what so ever.

"Disappear," with a very calm voice Hibari ordered that impelled a hot counter from the other man,

"You… will never get rid of me." His image slowly turned to dust, little by little his whole body disintegrated. "I am your strongest emotion after all…" and he disappeared finally.

The president of the Foundation stared a little more where his arch enemy once stood, with an expression on his face that said 'Emotion? Don't screw around.' With that over, he turned to see the girl, her eyes had more life in them, and the blood on her face suited her image.

He straightened whilst his gaze not parting from the girl's façade. "Why did you let him hit your face? Why didn't you fight back?" yet she did not answer and his patience grew thinner at the stubbornness she presented to him. Watching her wipe away the blood on her cheek, "You're strong… for a female that is." There were only a handful of people that Hibari Kyoya noted for their strength, and the girl being praised for such must possess power beyond normal limits.

Hibari was actually surprised when he saw the girl open her mouth to speak, but words did not emerge from her lips. Only until after a few moments did she verbalize what she carefully thought of, "I'm not." She held her intent gaze onto his, her brown eyes bore holes onto him, "I can't even make you realize I'm here."

"Hn?" A surge of doubt quickly crept in him; pinpricks resulted from his sudden surge of thoughts from her words. Not only that, the fact that she held his face between her palms added to his insecurity, and the tonfa that he held in one hand had been replaced by a hardbound book.

"It's been a while?" it came out of him as a question since he did not know how to phrase whatever he wanted to say. It had been indeed a while that he felt the current that ran through their bodies. Although he did not enjoy it at that moment, more like he was trying his best to seize their connection yet he couldn't bring himself to move a finger.

That same feeling sent shivers down his spine as she traced his skin with her nimble fingers. He swore that it would only take a little longer and decided to endure it; it will end for it is just a dream after all. Her words parted him from his reverie,

"I just… What makes it so hard to accept them?" There was a pause then she continued to speak with a shaky voice, "Why do you keep on denying them?" her index finger pressed hard against his sternum as she continued, "They are there but you don't want to use them."

Her being hell bent to make him realize and accept his emotions pissed him and he didn't have time for such conversations with her; it was just a repeat of a recent argument. They continued to gawk at each other for a while and being crowded wasn't his liking.

"What? Are you going to tell me that I'm just confused or are we going to continue this pointless argument?" He was brimming with annoyance yet she did nothing but to aggravate the situation. Really, how he wished the damned dream was over so he can get on with his life.

"Nobody can be emotionless," it left her lips in a sort of a positive manner but her face betrayed any optimistic mood. "Anger and fear… they're primitive emotions and you can't even restrain them whilst you claim you're not human." Being emotionless is similar to being a mosca; not human, just a heap of cold steel.

Surprise, another emotion became evident in his body and he shuddered as his head processed everything. She took that chance to drill more mind-boggling things into the disciplinarian's head.

"Now I am here yet I am nothing, the nothingness in your heart is me…" her voice cracked and her tears began to flow down her cheeks. There was no way he was going to let things go further and he planned it to be over. He will not let a thing such as nightmares diminish his productivity.

"Maybe I do have emotions," Hibari said and she was about to smile when he went on, "But I'm not that low to be swayed by them." It seemed her attempts at debunking everything that Hibari believed in failed once more, prompting her to let go of him to stand a few paces away.

He raised the book that he held, its hard cover rigid against his touch, and browsed it. Nothing was written on its first pages and it took many pages before he can find something. Anger and fear was written sloppily on the single paper that had something on it. Ripping it from the book, he proceeded to tear it in front of her after he mercilessly let the book plop to the floor.

Pieces of torn paper floated and drifted in the air as he took his tonfas into his hands, ready to deliver judgment upon those who violated his authority. Her tears fell faster and stronger, and the sight made Hibari wince at such weakness. "Anything else before this dream ends?" poised was he to deliver a swift blow on her frail body though he waited for her to say her final goodbyes.

However, instead of submitting to him she made a futile effort of retaliation, "Why are you so afraid?" end of line, that was the last drop of patience he had. His agile feet brought him right in front of her in a blink of an eye and his weapon like an eagle's talon aimed at its prey. There was no way he was going to miss his mark. Yet he was pushed back by a sudden thrust of an object that came from behind her.

A spear, no, it was a trident; a trident so familiar its visage made him scowl. He again heard Rukudo's voice through his only sense that was working perfectly, for his sight was darkening and his touch was wracked by pain. "Don't forget I'm still here."

Hibari tried his best to keep his eyes open, his vision showed him her saddened face and her eyes were closed in a solemn manner, whereas the other man had a maniacal smile playing on his lips…

He felt his soul rouse inside him and he was quite glad he was back in the real world. His sight, blurry as it was, revealed to him that same stark ceiling of the hallway that he was pacing through a while ago, for how long past he did not know. Hence, he stood up when he remembered the task that he was supposed to complete before he fainted from drunkenness.

Thinking back to the words of the girl in his dream, despite the fact that his head pulsed like his heart, then and there, a weird knotting feeling formed in his stomach; if it was because of his hangover, he could not understand. Why it was there and why it competed against his head for his attention worsened his state of vulnerability, exactly what he needed, insert sarcasm there.

A stack of paper caught his attention as he successfully arrived at his office without further injury (he was a little bruised on the cheek that resulted from his contact with the concrete floor). He limped to his chair, sat down and rummaged through his desk to find a pen.

Kusakabe entered the room after a few hours and saw him, still working. The vice president was getting worried for his superior was really working hard instead of lazing around. It was a miracle.

He finally snapped out of his contemplation and walked towards his desk to place a folder containing reports from the recent researches that the Foundation was established for. "More work for you, Kyo-san." Yet no words were spoken by his superior, so he left while speaking words that Hibari did not want to concentrate on.

Why are you so afraid?

He was never afraid of anything, even death does not appeal to him in any manner similar to fright. But why wasn't he trying to rest when he knew that he needed it? How come he pushes himself despite the weakness of his body?

They are there but you don't want to use them.

I am your strongest emotion after all…

"You should sleep," Kusakabe's words echoed in his mind, "You look too groggy to work."

Why are you so afraid?

They were just dreams and they were not real. He knew that all he saw was just a representation of his thoughts. Yet how come he was avoiding sleep? Did he actually fear his dreams?

Before he lost tact, he shoved his papers aside and let his throbbing head slump on the desk. Running away wasn't his best ability and he'd rather die than do it; besides, his brain could no longer withstand the spinning images his eyes sent it. His eyelids slowly fell to cover his steely blue eyes as he delved into slumber.

He will never be defeated and if he was, he will never accept such a disgrace…

To be continued.

Not So Random Ending Rambles: The I-pin Hibari saw in the headquarters is roughly nine years old. And to those who are also Bleach fans, am I the only one thinking that HibaPin is like UlquiHime? I always end up liking impossible pairings, unless Kubo decides to return Ulquiorra, and Amano decides to make HibaPin canon. Anyway, sorry for rambling like that… It's just… It's so unfair… *cries in the EMO corner*

So okay, I owe everybody a lot. I'm still debating with myself if I should tell you some petty excuse… but I was busy the past month because of exams; I'm supposed to graduate this academic year. I'm going crazy because my professor is driving me insane with Topology shit! XD

Composition sucked again, I'm having problem with my tenses. Also, I was wondering if the story was getting a bit too predictable too… Awawawawawawah… Dunno if Hibari ever called Mukuro pineapple though. XD And guess who's going to be the guest star next chapter!

A paradox:

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