It's been a few weeks after meeting Reborn that Mitobe finally accepted the fact that they weren't playing a game. Not after meeting Shamal, Dino, Ipin and Lampo...Not, that child should not have weapons like that! Now, it would be easier if the tiny baby just told him that it was serious business, but face it. How fun would that really be for us?

Reborn threw the switch blade at Mitobe who let out a girly screech as he curl into a fetal position on the ground of the baseball field at their school.

"Get up." The hitman ordered as he kicked Mitobe's head, he wasn't treated any better then Tsuna or anyone else, because to Reborn, while they may be comrades, he was still just a subordinate to the future mafia boss.

"Reborn, this is ridiculous! I can't fight let alone use a knife..." Mitobe winced clutching his head painfully waiting for the throbbing to stop, taking another look at the distasteful knife on the ground, his frown deepened.

"You will unless you want to die." reborn retorted slyly as he gave his signature smile.

"I'm not going to die Reborn. I don't want to fight, it's useless anyway..."

Reborn wasn't going to give up easily, especially after he cleared a part of his day just to acquaint himself with the eldest son here. The Hitman picked up the switch blade and handed it to Masato who took held it at arm distance. He used his free hand and pushed up his glasses since it was slipping down his face thanks to the sweat and look at the baby. He could tell the Arcobaleno wasn't going to give up and looked at the knife in his hands before flipping it open.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked defeated. Reborn let out a satisfied snicker and looked at the taller boy and inexperienced boy, at least he was getting somewhere.

"You're going to fight me."

"You can't be serious! You're a baby."

"I'm the world's greatest Hitman."

"Then I'll lose."

"I'll go easy~"

Mitobe froze, he turned pale and felt a shiver going up his spine. He remembered when the baby said he went easy to Tsunayoshi, and judging by the baby's choice of discipline (pain). He wasn't convinced.

"I'll die..." He thought in defeat.

The sun was glowing in the sky, painting a canvas in shades of orange and yellow with a bit of pink and purple mixed in. He can honestly say ever since after meeting Hibari, he wasn't bored anymore, but that doesn't mean he wasn't frightened for his life.

They started their training, Reborn was exceptional, as expected from the famous infant. Mitobe was taught the basics as well as some trick that would improve his chances in a fight. Reborn explained it thoroughly and Mitobe listened carefully knowing that the information will not be repeated.

"Fighting with a blade that's short and small as this one is a big disadvantage." Reborn explained.

"Then why did you make me train with this one? Am I going to get a bigger one or something?" Mitobe questioned looking at the blade, looking at it closely, he noticed how much details that was on the blade. The word Vongola was on the blade along with intricate swirls and a crest which he guess was the Vongola's. He was scratched up pretty bad, a few minor cuts that drew blood but nothing life threatening, his bangs were messed up and his vest, and tie was discard leaving him in his white dress shirt and black pants. He held a lot of respect for the infant ever since they began training, he was strong and powerful. Mitobe was weak and pathetic, and Reborn taking his time to teach him to fight made him grateful.

" You would lack the physical strength if that was the case, besides, something small like this would fit you better. When using a small weapon like this against a sword, misdirect your opponent's weapon into another direction and attack the major organs."

"How am I suppose to do that...?" He was clueless, but he knew that he would need to study the human body if this was to work.

" The tip of the sword, that's where you misdirect. The strength will be the more powerful the closer you are to the hilt. The tip of the blade is the weakest since it is furthest away, the force of the attack should be weakest there. You can also use the blade it self as a runway."

"A...runway?"

"Run your blade along it vertically and attack your opponent of course."

Mitobe gave the baby a confused look as he tilted his head to the side questioning the child's explanation.

Reborn sighed and pulled on his fedora as a habit that he had developed over the years as a professional mafia hitman.

"Perhaps you are a hands on learner." He suggested, Reborn himself think of himself as very forgiving at this point, he was patient and have yet to lash out at the boy and threaten him with Leon who was peacefully resting on his hat as always.

"Maybe a demonstration would help..." Mitobe agreed standing up and following Reborn. The infant reached for Leon who took the liberty of transforming into a sword.

"I need you to follow the instruction I gave you as best as you can understood?" Reborn asked as he took the weapon with both hands. He wasn't a swordsman, but he know how to handle just about every weapon that have ever been seen. His name wasn't just for show.

Mitobe nodded and flipped the switch blade open, Reborn ran to the boy advancing with sword in hand, he adjust his speed in case the boy wasn't ready to defend, after all it would be unfortunate if he kill an ally, he can't imagine how badly Tsuna would react.

Mitobe was nervous but try to calm himself, he followed the instruction and as Reborn's blade made contact with his smaller blade, he added more force and stretched his arm outward sending the blade in another direction. He moved back smiling at his accomplishment and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

Reborn gave a nod congratulating himself silently, it seem he was just as great as he thought he was.

"Next technique, hurry up." The hit-man took no time for the other boy to react as he began to run toward the boy.

Mitobe reacted at a satisfied speed, he manage to doge the blade, though the blade did scratch his his shoulder. He did what he did earlier, making contact with the blade, but using it as a run way this time, much like an airplane. When he almost got near the hilt he took off, and as he was about to make contact with Reborn's flesh, the hit-man kicked the boy behind his knees and he immediately fell to the floor with a scream in between.

"Too slow, work on your speed." Reborn reported as his green partner return to his original form. Leon climbed back to his pronounced place on the hat and Mitobe groan in pain as he continue to lay on the ground with his face in the dirt.

"We're done for today." Reborn announced turning his back to leave.

When Mitobe got home, he had to sneak inside being as quiet as he can so his mom and brother won't catch him. His clothes were beat up and he was bleeding, and answering the questions that they would ask will be troublesome and annoying. He went to his room getting new clothes and ventured to the bathroom to take a bath and bandaged his wounds.

Down stairs Misaki was setting the table and their mom preparing dinner. Hearing the shower running he smiled and ran to his mom.

"Mitobe is home." He informed clinging onto his mother's apron.

"I didn't hear him come in, smart as always I see." She replied patting him on the head.

Misaki smiled happily and finished setting the table as Mitobe came down the stairs.

"Hey Misaki." He greeted ruffling his hair with the white towel on his head. He was wearing a white T-shirt with black gym shorts.

"Mitobe!" the younger sibling ran towards the older one wrapping his arms around Mitobe's legs, he almost fell over but caught himself on the railing of the stairs.

"Careful." He commanded irritatingly.

"Welcome back~!" His mother greeted tucking a strand of her black hair behind her ear.

Mitobe nodded his head as a greeting and gave her a smile. He helped his mother finish cooking and place the food on the table.

"I'm back~!" Their father announced as he entered the room setting his work bag on the couch and loosen his tie. He gave their mom a peck on the lips and sat down in his chair as they began eating dinner.

"What's wrong with you boy? You seem battered." Mitobe's father asked referring to his oldest son. He applied some bandages on his wounds, it not surprising that his parents noticed, he had some on his cheek, forehead, a few on his arms and visible ones on his legs.

"My...uh, friend was teaching me some self defense and we got too carried away." He answered with a small smile. His dad didn't look convinced at all, but returned the smile understandingly.

"If you have something to talk about you can talk to me, it is my job."

Mitobe nodded and continue with his dinner, Misaki was loud and rambunctious as always spilling his food everywhere, but their mom as okay with it since Mitobe cleans it up for them.

The Asian boy leaned back to his chair as he scribbled down some notes from the teacher as she made them recite some English verses. Mitobe of course, was ineffable when it came to languages, he wasn't excelling in reading either...Science was about decent.

Mitobe went over the materials he learned yesterday with Reborn, he could feel his joints aching and his scars stung horrendously, of course the teachers and students asked him about it, but he only repeated what he told his parents. No point in causing a commotion.

"-to?'

"Masato?"

"MASATO MITOBE!"

Mitobe jumped at the sudden noise and looked up from his notebook only to reveal a very furious teacher. She had her hands on her hips and a nasty glare decorated her usually youthful face.

"Sorry, can you repeat the question?" He asked sheepishly.

"I asked you how do you say "Hello, how are you" in English." She sighed and twirled the pencil in her hand.

Mitobe was silent for a while before speaking up, and in very broken and sloppy English he translated her question. He heard a few giggles, mainly from girls while the boys howled like uncivilized beast.

His words were something like this."Hello, you...good..how?"

A little blush crept on his cheek from embarrassment but brushed it off and laughed along with the class, if he wasn't in his current situation,then he would laugh too. The teacher sighed and massaged her temple. She was in her 40s, still young, she had a few grey hair on her head mixing with her black hair. Wrinkles were seen around her eyes and mouth, but she was aging gracefully. Unlike most women, she didn't wear heavy make up, just light powder and lipstick.

"Masato, you are failing English...This is an important skill, English is one of the most-"

Mitobe of course lost interest and his thoughts became scramble, he drifted to a variety of subjects, one including what hot sauce would taste like if you mix mint toothpaste into it. Unfortunately, before he came to a conclusion, the teacher once again began yelling and brought his attention back to her.

"Masato...You need tutoring."

"Okay."

"Are you even putting up an effort?"

"Not really sorry."

That was the end of that, he was sent out into the hallway as the teacher finished her lesson, after that was lunch and he was called back in. His educator took a long stern look at him and lecture Mitobe about the importance of English and good grades, same old thing that ever came out of her mouth as always.

"Understand?"

"Yes..." Mitobe usually wasn't disappointed about anything, mainly because he never raise his hope, but he was wasting time right now,. He's suppose to be on the roof top eating with Tsuna, Gokudera, and Yamamoto. Atlas, he was stuck here, with a pouting woman who needs to be more carefree, "Maybe that's not why she's married..." He thought bitterly.

"I'll get you a tutor, probably Gokudera since he seems to be doing well..." She muttered as she tuck away some papers and straightened them.

"Hayato?" He asked making sure, Mitobe had no idea that guy was good at English, he use to think the white hair bomber was a punk, considering his personality and dress code. But besides the point the way he carries himself, Mitobe will admit that Gokudera was intelligent and he would even rival, no, Gokudera Hayato would slaughter him when it comes to math.

"Go eat lunch..." The female teacher commanded as she sighed once again.

Getting up from his seat he walked out the room silently and onto the roof top. He wasn't in much of a mood to eat today since he had a rather large breakfast.

"Hey." He greeted as he opened the door.

"Masato." Tsuna greeted with his bright smile like always, the taller black hair male didn't understand his compulsive need to refer to everyone by their last name, though it was a sign of respect, it made the situation far more formal than it needed to be for Mitobe.

"What happened? You're usually the first to get here..." Yamamoto said taking a sip of his hydration.

"Teacher made me stay back, I'm failing English..." He replied taking a seat next to the baseball enigma.

"Seems like I need a tutor, apparently it might be Hayato here."

Gokudera snapped his head to Mitobe who pushed up his glasses and leaned onto his hand.

"I refuse! The tenth need help to, so I don't see why I should help you and not him." Mitobe, was of course accustomed to this rude behavior, so he brushed it off.

"We can study together if you'd like..." Tsuna suggested like the sweet little darling that he was, with his kind charm and great charisma, how could Mitobe ever say no?!

"Sure, it'll be the first time I'm over then." Mitobe replied with a grin.

"I've been meaning to ask, but that happened, you look really beat up." Tsuna asked politely noticing the various scratches on his face and forearm.

"Training with Reborn." It was a simple answer, but all of them knew it could have been a lot worse considering the method the hit-man like to use. All of them except for Yamamoto, Mitobe admired him very much, he might just be oblivious or a genius actor when it came to these things. But true to his personality and characteristic, Yamamoto could make everything better, like a mother who spoil her child with ice cream after he trips and gets hurt.

"Heh...Even the baseball idiot did better than you." Gokudera challenged.

"I'm not surprise, but you seem to forget that I'm not very good when it comes to Physical means." Mitobe answered, he wasn't offended, more like he was interested in Gokudera's deduction, but it was to be expected.

"Ma, ma~ I'm sure you did fine." Yamamoto encouraged as Tsuna gave an approving nod.

The baseball star was determinately like a mother...at least that's what Mitobe concluded with his current data he possessed for the batter.

Hibari sat in the reception room like always, he was finishing the papers that was still left behind for yesterday. He noticed that a certain annoying Herbivore didn't visit today, not that he really cared much, he was Hibari Kyoya, he would never care for someone so irritating and clingy. Kusakabe came and gather the papers to distribute them not too long afterwards. Noting how tired the prefect was he didn't bother to strike up a conversation, that would only get him either a glare or a tonfa to the head.

Masato was back in the class room, current subject? Math, he was at least happy for that, their teacher was rather lazy though, but he won't say that to his face. He was an elderly man with a mustache, in a way he reminded the boy of his passing grandfather, while the old man was a mathematician who wanted to teach children for the rest of his life, his explanations were a bit to vague.

Mitobe walked home with Tsuna, Gokudera,and Yamamoto after calling his mother to let her know, she gave her approve and ask that he came home in time for dinner.

Walking into Tsuna's house, he was greeted by the mother, he could tell where the boy got his looks.

"Hello, thank you for having me." Mitobe bowed politely to show his respect and then followed Tsuna up the stairs to his room. As Mitobe suspected, it was messy and unorganized, they took a seat around a table and the four boys pulled out their books and began complaining and asking about each question. Well, mainly asking Mitobe about math and Gokudera about everything else. This ranges from English to Science and basics of Language.

"Wait...So an adjective describe right?" Mitobe scribbled some stuff on his paper and waits for Gokudera's answer.

"Yeah, and a verb is basically what you do like run and a noun is a person place or thing." The silver hair male agreed and gave a nod as he finishes his own work.

"Thanks."

It seem the only time anyone can get along with Gokudera other than Tsuna is when he's too busy working or concentrating to put up an effort to yell, at least that's 30% of the time.

It was fairly peaceful, until the door was thrown open and two little children ran inside chasing each other, one dressed like a how and the other wore the typical Chinese outfit.

"neh neh neh~! You can't catch me!" Yelled the cow child as the Chinese girl chased after him.

"Lambo! No fair! I already caught you!" I-pin yelled. The cow child jumped onto the table and their stomped on their stuff and then Tsuna's face. The chestnut hair boy fell backward and screamed, moments later they all sat on the floor, the little kid with the Afro had a giant bump on his head, courtesy of Gokudera.

"Isn't that a bit too harsh Hayato?" Mitobe asked as the little boy cried and the girl sat beside him.

"The stupid cow had it coming." Gokudera grumbled

"Thank you for having me." Mitobe thanked Tsuna's mother, she was kind and practically the most carefree person he ever knew, himself included.

"Of course~ It's good to meet Tsuna's friends after all." Nana smiled and walked them to the door.

Mitobe left with Gokudera and Yamamoto until he came across the intersection to his house.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." Mitobe bid them good bye, turning his back away from them. Behind him he heard Yamamoto yell a "See you later" and Gokudera muttering a small "Whatever."

"How was your study?" The father asked as he dipped some of his sushi in soy sauce.

"It's good, Tsunayoshi invited me over today." The eldest answered.

"Ahh...Tsunayoshi, sounds like a nice boy." His mother joined in.

"I want to meet him too!" Misaki commented sipping his orange juice.

It was times like this when Mitobe enjoy, peaceful moments like this with his family, where they never argue and everything seems to be perfect. That's how he liked it, no fighting, just a peaceful dinner.

After dinner, Mitobe was back in his room sitting o his bed, it's been a day since he last train with Reborn, he held the switch blade in his hand flipping it open and close again and again thinking about ways to improve his speed. He knew he as slow, maybe jogging will help, but he knew that won't really help. Reborn said he was flexible, so maybe work with agility. Placing the knife in the drawer of his desk and decided to go to bed.

It was early morning, Mitobe got a phone call in the middle of the night from reborn saying to go to school early for some more practice and training, getting in his uniform he tied his tie and grab his schoolbag as well as knife and took off. Remembering to leave a note, he ran out the door and went to school. upon reaching the gates, he saw Reborn waiting for him with Yamamoto.

"Good morning!" He greeted running to them and...quickly out of breath.

"Yamamoto is going to help you train this morning. I have some business to attend to that was not finish yesterday, so I trust you listen to what he have to offer." The infant tug on his hat and left after that leaving the two teenage boys alone.

"Are you going to fight me?" Mitobe asked shortly afterward.

"Ah, no he asked me to go over some exercises and made sure you run ahaha~." Yamamoto cheerfully reply. How he was so eager in the morning left Mitobe puzzle and confused how the boy had so much energy in the morning. Mitobe was still trying to wake himself up, he can barely lift a foot to take a step, it took all his will power to get out of bed and get to the school grounds and they expect more from him?

"You...want me...to run..?" he asked dumb found.

"Yes!"

Mitobe sighed and followed Yamamoto to the baseball field. The two dropped their bags next to the wall and Mitobe began running, collapsing two minutes later Yamamoto walked over and kneel down next to him.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Takeshi...I can't feel anything..." The collapsed one complained with his face in the dirt.

"It's not that bad, you have to work on your stamina, at least that's what the baby said."

Mitobe sat up and dusted himself off, though it didn't really help, he looked like hell right now. He was sweaty, making his messy and scattered hair stick to his face. His glasses were slipping off and uniform wrinkled and covered in dirt.

"well...you can do it, I can't...You play baseball, I stay at home and venture the internet..."

"Mitobe...come on, you can do it!" The cheer made him slightly happier, at least someone believed in him. Standing up from his sitting position, Mitobe let out a painful groan and began running again, making it from first base to second and trying to make it to third. Again and again, Yamamoto cheered him on every time he fell, it made Mitobe grateful and it really did help him. But he still have no resolve, he never imagine trying to have an adventure wold be so painful.

After their painful session, Yamamoto offered him a water bottle as they slump on the wall.

"Hey..thanks for the support." He mused.

Yamamoto gave his usual grin " No problem! You have to continue for the next six weeks though..."

"You can't be serious..." Mitobe cried silently in a hoarse voice, the only reply he was given was another nonchalant laugh as the boy scratch behind his head.

The sun was shinning brightly as it usually does when the clouds are off on some trip. There was almost no wind and Masato Mitobe was outside once again much to his displeasure. Kicking the soccer ball slightly he passed it onto the next person beside him and they ran toward the goal. Well, as much running as Mitobe here can handle, he just kind of walked over in his slouchy posture and sighed.

"Masato! Put up an effort!" A teammate yelled at him, one of those typical stereotype jocks. Mitobe gave a mocking thumbs up and continue slacking off as he's been doing. Sweat coated his skin making him feel like a poisonous amphibian, his hair was getting in his face and his glasses sliding off even more thanks to the sweat, his gym clothes was dirtied and he smelled disgusting. Pulling on the collar of his shirt, he raised it to his nose and used that to wipe the sweat, there was nothing Masato Mitobe hated more than sweat, getting dirty, and physical exercise. The soccer ball rolled towards him and he sent it kicking, much too much miscalculated strength and it accidentally hit a girl in the head and then she fell over. Her friends gathered around her like a bunch of vultures checking on her condition and asking if she was okay. Mitobe didn't see why it really mattered, she wasn't bleeding, the girl had a bump on her head, but that was it. Though feeling bad, Mitobe walked over to the girl and looked down at her. Bobbed curly like light brown hair framed her face and the typical brown eyes he sees in every Asian that he met so far.

"Sorry, are you okay?" He asked lending her a hand and hoisted her up. She nodded but remained silent with a bot of tears in her eyes, Mitobe never made a girl cry before so he panicked a little inside. The Gym teacher told him to take responsibility and take her to the nurse and maybe get get an icepack. The way he said it made it sound like he got the girl pregnant or something. The thought alone sent shiver don his spine, it was frightening, he was only 13 after all even though his birthday is in a few months, two to be precise.

"Sorry again." Mitobe muttered walking beside the girl.

"I'm okay, it was an accident. My name is Hana Aoki, what's yours?" Mitobe could tell that she was trying to make conversation despite how uncomfortable the situation was.

"Masato Mitobe." He answered curtly. "Maybe I can slack off after I drop her off..." He thought.

"Masato..." She whispered.

"What?" He asked

"Sorry, I was just...testing it." She replied shyly fidgeting with her fingers shyly.

Mitobe didn't press further, when they got to the clinic he opened the door and let her go through before walking in himself.

The nurse greeted them and sat the girl down.

"You hit her in the head with a ball...Couldn't you just get her pregnant?" She asked. Mitobe goes to the clinic about three times a week, four if he was unlucky, and this was just all but another wonderful gift from the disciplinary committee president.

"Mrs. Sarutomi, please stop being so vulgar. I'm thirteen and I think you are fully aware how inappropriate that comment was." Mitobe know the nurse well enough to know about her quirks and perverted comments, she was also a hopeless romantic, but unlike his English teacher, Mrs. Sarutomi was happily married and have two kids.

Aoki just sat quietly with a bit of red dusting her cheek.

"Can you take care of the rest? I should be returning." Mitobe asked as he walked towards the door but doesn't leave with out an "okay".

"I'll take care of everything, you go, change clothes and take a you stink." The nurse commented pinching her nose for effect.

Mitobe took a shower as suggested, no one was in there luckily since showering with others made him uncomfortable, showing them so much flesh. Changing into his uniform that was still dirty from his training (torture) this morning, it was dusted with the red dirt and wrinkled but still covered him so he didn't give it much mind. He tied his tie loosely and exited the boy's locker room, he knew his destination, it was close to death, black hair, sharp eyes, terrifyingly scary, and goes by the name Hibari Kyoya.

He went into the reception room, only to find it empty, not a living soul in sight, he walked inside and looked around, it was surprisingly eerie with out Kyoya in here sleeping or working.

"What are you doing here?"

The boy turned around at the voice to find himself looking at Kusakabe.

"Testuya!" He greeted the taller man, unlike other people that will be unnamed Kusakabe didn't have a problem with the friendly first name greetings.

"Are you looking for Hibari?" he asked placing a few papers on the table.

"What made you think that~?" Mitobe teased. The shorter man reminded Kusakabe of a dog, the way he chased Hibari even though he haven't achieve anything from it other than multiple beatings that left him bloody, bruised, and repugnant.

"He's on the roof if you must know." The elder man laughed and gave the boy a pat on the head before walking him out.

"Ah, Tetsuya! Thank you." Mitobe stuttered before making his way out the door and left for the roof.

Once the stalker, I mean Mitobe go to the roof he took a look around before spotting Hibari laying on the opposing side from the door .Walking out into the sun and over to Hibari quietly. The taller male appears to be asleep, kneeling down Mitobe took a closer look, he noticed that Hibari had soft looking hair despite being a male, it seemed fluffy and thin. His eyes were close allowing the smaller boy to see his short lashes, pale skin complimented the dark hair wonderfully bring out each others best traits. A blush made it's way to the boy's cheek as a small smile presented itself on his face.

Much to Mitobe's disappointment, Hibari woke up, his eyes immediately glared at the boy beside him and quickly pushed him to the floor and kicked him before pinning the boy's arms behind his back and got top of his back with his signature weapon to his neck.

"You woke me up Herbivore." Hibari growled adding more pressure with full intention of hurting the boy. Now, either Mitobe was a masochist and enjoyed the pain, or desperately pathetic and will take any form of attention and affection he could get. He was interested in Hibari Kyoya, but at the same time he have yet to admit he had a romantic infatuation for the prefect. Mitobe winced and let out a long train of "ow" before apologizing.

"Ky-Kyoya! I'm sorry, it hurts! and you're heavy...AH!" Hibari hit the boy beneath him on the head with the tonfa before Mitobe rolled out from under him making Hibari straddle him instead. "Please get off..." He begged trying to push the taller boy off, which only resulted him in being strangle with a tonfa that was pushing against his neck.

"Kyoya, we..We're in a very sexual position, please...Ahh...Remove yourself.." He coughed trying to loosen the pressure.

The prefect got off but not with out sending a meaningful kick to the boy's face who curled into a fetal position and rolled out of the way.

Hibari continue to glare at the boy with both of his steel weapons in hand. Mitobe was deciding wither or not to draw his switch blade, he knew he would loose, but is getting beat up really worth it? He didn't really care, but pain was pain, and it was just logic that pain was bad.

"You should learn to keep your mouth shut Herbivore." Hibari advised.

"No need to be hostile..." Mitobe answered in a small mumble as he stuck his hands in his pocket fingering the closed knife carefully.

"Aren't you suppose to be in class?"

"Aren't you suppose to wear the proper Namimori uniform?"

"Are you opposing me Herbivore?"

"If I am?

"I'll bite you to death."

"I'll lick you to death, it's just as affective but much more repulsive."

Hibari was quiet after that thinking the sentence Mitobe just said over, truth be told, it did sound disgusting and vulgar. Kusakabe have told Kyoya about his theory of Mitobe being like a lost dog following someone who he found interesting and sticking to them despite being kicked away multiple times, quite literally.

"Why are you obsessed with me?" Hibari asked disgusted.

"I'm not, I just find you an interesting individual." He answered truthfully.

"What made you think that I'll be interested in a weak Herbivore like yourself?" Hibari's glare tightened and he scoffed at Mitobe who kept his lazy lopsided smile.

"I didn't ask you to be interested Kyoya." Mitobe saw him flinch but continued. " I'm simply bored with living in a world with colored in grey. Please for give me if my affection made you uncomfortable."

Hibari didn't push it much further, mainly because he wasn't interested in an answer. Everything he said was true, he knows that as well. Mitobe didn't breach Hibari's personal bubble, he didn't run to the boy every time he saw him, he didn't bother to get any affection back. Hibari noticed that he observed him though, from a window on the second story while he was beating up some law breakers, while he traveled through the hall, but the boy never made contact with him unless he really wanted to. Other than a few greetings and hello, a little tip about some misbehavior about some students, and dispute between clubs. Hibari was puzzled and confused about what the objective of this boy that he first beat up on day one was.

Mitobe wasn't an emotionless robot, no he was very well expressed and true to himself, and he most likely won't deny what he sees and know. The comment Hibari made about him, calling him weak, when he's training with Reborn and Yamamoto to be strong, calling him a Herbivore when he's a omnivore (according to science), turning him away when he's trying so hard to be Hibari's friend despite the older boy shunning him, insulting him, hurting him physically and mentally. Curiosity kills that cat, though the process might be much more gruesome.

Mitobe went over to Tsuna's house along with the other two that seem to live there half the time, his body ached and he was tired so he didn't speak much, not that anyone noticed, but that was more comfortable and made the situation less awkward. His mind was still on Hibari and what he said, unable to figure out his feelings, he stumble all over his thoughts trying to find a conclusion. As far as he was concern, he held no romantic intention for the boy, and yet it still hurt. Was it the shunning or the constant shaming? Either way he tried to push the thoughts aside and focused on his homework for the moment.