Two weeks after his confrontation with Hibari, this life fell into a moderate routine, but Mitobe didn't mind, it was different every day. He would wake up, get dress, get his bag and leave for school early to train with Yamamoto. His stamina was improving and Reborn could see it, sometimes the infant would show up to watch, but other then that Yamamoto took over. He didn't mind of course, neither did Mitobe. Takeshi quickly became someone that Mitobe admire. He was optimistic, kind, generous, and encouraging, which was the only thing that kept Mitobe working during the last two weeks. He learned a long time ago to wear his gym clothes before practice, that way he can avoid smelling like a mutt. After training he would take a shower in the school's locker room get dress and then attend class, go on his day, have lunch with his friends, go back to class and then go to P.E. attend even more tedious classes and go home with Tsunayoshi, Gokudera, and Yamamoto. They would study together and then walk home with the other two before he went a separate ways. The boy would take a shower to cleanse himself from the filth of the day, eat dinner and go to sleep. This scheduled repeated itself, but today something change.

He didn't expect it, not at all. Returning a little later than he would prefer, he entered the house, unlike the happy chatter and sound of plates being set on the table as their mother cooked dinner that usually occur at this time, it was screaming. Screaming and yelling, shouts of disagreements and anger. The eldest walked into the living room to see what was going on, the light was on as his parents sat on opposite sides of the table as they took turn shouting nasty things to each other, stumbling over their words and slurring it as if they were drunk. The eldest son froze and his navy messenger bag fell off his slim shoulder, scrapping against his underdeveloped arm to the floor with a thud as it made contact with the white tiled floor. His parents didn't seem to notice as they bickered like chickens over the last corn.

"Oh?! Why haven't you left huh?!" His mother shouted on the brink of tears. Her face distorted and her cheeks red from anger, her hair a messy bun and a few strands hung out from it suggesting she might have been running her hand through it multiple times.

"I told you she's just a friend!" His father shouted back. His suit was wrinkled and his tie was messed up. Mitobe was panicking as he watch, yet he couldn't move. His family was perfect, why were they fighting? It didn't make sense to him, it didn't at all. They were the perfect family, they were happy. So what was going on?

"And that's why you were sticking your tongue down her throat! You were touching her inappropriately!" His mother didn't yell, she didn't get angry, this was wrong. She was a perfect woman, she was kind and calm and gentle. His mother didn't get angry.

"She forced herself on me!" Why was this happening? It didn't make sense, Mitobe was confused, was he hallucinating? Maybe this was a dream. The image that he saw over the years shattered instantly, much like his eardrums at the moment. The neighbor's dog howled to the noise and then shut up instantly, unlike his parents.

"Not by the way your hands were all over her!" His mother burst into tears and covered her crying face as she leaned her back into their couch sobbing.

"I was trying to push her away!"

"Please...Just stop lying to me!" Her plead went unheard by his father, the man didn't look at her afterward but turned his face away in disgust. This was all wrong, a man was suppose to comfort a woman when she cried, he as suppose to offer her reassurance and wipe away her tears. Mitobe watched his father like a hawk stalking it's prey for the day. He just sat there. He sat there like a manikin in a shop's window unmoving, still. Why didn't he move over to his mom? Why was his dad just sitting there like a baffled idiot?!

"It wasn't like that! But if you're going to be like this then I'll leave!"

"I don't see why not! You've been cheating on me anyway right?!"

The black hair woman's tears fell harder and she wiped them away with he hands messily.

His dad stood up from his seat and stomped away towards the door where Mitobe was standing. His dad looked at him with his eyes filled with regret and that's when Mitobe noticed it. His dad had the sent of woman's perfume on him. His clothes wrinkled and a nit of red lipstick was smeared on his cheek, lip and then lead down to his neck. Mitobe looked up at the man, his eyes begging for the evidence to be a mistake, but his father didn't say anything as he push his son aside and walked out the door. The slam resonated throughout the house mixing in with his mom's soft whimper before it broke out into a scream and a screech followed. She knocked the cups on the table onto the floor shattering the delicate glass as it broke into million of peaces, it represented their family perfectly... Mitobe made his way over to her and sat down next to her , she turned to him, giving him a good view of her face it was even worse then before, she wasn't even holding back her tears any longer. He opened his arms inviting her into a hug. and wrapped his arms tightly around her as a few tears slipped from his cheeks and onto his mother's hair. He could feel her tears through his shirt and tightened his hold.

How could he not notice. He assumed it was two years, two years since he cheated on her, on him, on Misaki. On them. He started going home at eight, his office hour ended at seven, and the train only took ten minutes from his work place to his destination. He would come home with his clothes messed up and always eating mint gum. He just tell them that it's because he moves around a lot so his clothes can't help but be wrinkled, but it was obvious what happened.

The perfect family image fell in an instant, the happy talk at dinner, the joyful vacations during summer, the pleasing goodnight and kiss on the foreheads. It was all a lie, and with his birthday coming so soon. Which reminded him.

"Mom, where's Misaki?" Mitobe asked, he hoped his brother didn't hear any of the argument, that child was still sweet and pure. That kind of purity gets ruin with age.

"He's over at the neighbor sweetie...He's over at the neighbor..." She replied in a broken voice. He never saw him mom so vulnerable. He didn't know how to deal with crying people let alone a woman, all he can offer is his warm and a hug.

"I went to visit him today..." She began as she pulled away from her son and wiped the snot dripping unattractively from her nose.

" I didn't have tutoring to do today, so I went to visit your...fa-father..Misaki went over to a friend's house...so I didn't worry about it."

Mitobe listened carefully and pushed up his glasses as he scoot closer to his mom and held her hand stroking it with him thumb softly as an offer of comfort. She smiled and continued her story again.

"I walked to his office...and I heard noises...kissing noises and moans..." She sobbed but held it back, at least the best she can. It hurts him to see his mother like his, it hurt to see anyone like this, It hurts even more to know that he couldn't do anything to repair the damage that have been done on this poor woman's heart.

"I opened the door slightly and peeked inside...I saw him...I saw your father...I saw him...I SAW him kissing another woman...She was pretty...Foreign too...she had blond hair, such beautiful bond hair...She...He...He was kissing her and holding her...I just...I opened the door more and they turned around and saw me...After that, the girl ran out the door and your father...He walked over to me and kept telling me it was an accident...but I know it wasn't. Never in my life would I expect that to happen...He was always so wonderful...we've been fighting ever since he got home..."

Mitobe was lost for words, he admired his father, the way he carried himself, his smile, his charming personality. Mitobe rubbed his mom's hands again and she let out a sob again.

"We're...We...We are going to get a divorce." She gave him a sad smile while Mitobe's eyes widen and he stared at her unbelievably. He didn't convinced him other wise, because he can't bare to look at the man who was his father right now either. Maybe all they needed was time, but even he knew his mother could not be so forgiving to someone who cheated on her so carelessly.

"I understand..." He muttered wiping his face with his sleeve before cleaning his glasses and put them back on. His mother smiled that smile of her, the smile she use when she sees her kids get hurt, Mitobe couldn't think of a more perfect time to use it. It was clearly shown that they were both affected and the harm has been laid. It was more painful than the feeling he get after running with Yamamoto or even when Reborn teach him a new trick and end up beating him for his own entertainment, no the betrayal their father placed on them was a lot worst, and some wounds don't ever heal, and if they're left out in the open untreated. They get infected.

"I'll make some dinner...Why don't you go pick up Misaki? He's at the Hibiki's house...remember them?" Mitobe nodded and stood up, his face felt sticky and gross before, he left the house and went to Hibiki's house as instructed. He was overwhelmed, first it was Hibari, now his dad is cheating on his mom...He knocked on the door and Misaki ran out hugging his older brother as he always do when he greeted him. He thanked the Hibiki and left with Misaki, walking down the street side by side as they held hands.

"Something wrong?" He asked, Mitobe wasn't surprise, Misaki was a smart kid.

"I'm okay..." He answered patting the kid on the head. He wasn't sure if he should tell his brother, it was best to decide when he gets home to his mother and let her decide. As expected, his mother explained everything, it was the right thing to do, hiding it would have been worse.

"So...Daddy's...leaving..?" He asked uncertain, but he was disappointed, disappointed and sad and broken and torn, and all the other thing that nothing can seem to fix. His face red and his tears falling o his face. They both got lawyers and the case in was going to be in and finished by the end of his month some where around his birthday, maybe a bit over, but that's okay. Now wasn't the time to think about himself, it was his mother and his brother he was worried about.

School's been harder but Mitobe tried to concentrate, too bad his mind was still on the topic of his dad. Mitobe still go to his morning practice with Yamamoto, his mind's been too clutter for any room left for complaints about how tired he was. Yamamoto just assumed that it was because he wanted to save breath and he was starting got enjoy running, but that wasn't true and the baseball player knew better. Yamamoto asked question regarding his situation, but Mitobe simply replied that it wasn't important and he didn't want to drag people into his issues.

"We're friends you know, so you don't have to burden it by yourself."

"While I appreciate your worries and concern Takeshi, I am, I have to deal with this alone. Consolation won't help right now. Time. Just give it time"

Yamamoto gave up defeated but offered a winning smile despite the failure. "Okay, but if you need anything." Mitobe nodded gratefully before they had to resume class.

His mother was being strong, Misaki was a bit naive so he carried on, but Mitobe was confused about what to do. Should he hate the man for cheating on his mom? He's furious and angry, he did his best not to show his anger when he saw him but those things rarely turn out well. Mitobe's been minding his own business, not bother to mess with the prefect and focusing on his studies more, trying desperately to lose the feeling of betrayal. Unlike other people, other than Yamamoto, it seem Tsuna noticed as he always notice when there's something wrong with his friends and pulled Mitobe aside during lunch to have a talk before meeting up with the others.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude...But are you okay?" He asked carefully looking into Mitobe's eyes directly as if trying to pick out any sense of lies.

"I'm fine Tsunayoshi. Please don't worry." Mitobe answered forcing a smile.

"You've been different lately...and...I noticed that you don't talk as much as you usually do, and you never leave ten minutes before lunch ends anymore..." It seem Tsuna was more observation then Mitobe expected.

"I simply lost interest." He replied easily shrugging his shoulders.

"Masato pleas-"

"Please Tsunayoshi, it's fine really, I swear." He gave another smile, a real one. It made him slightly happy for the attention, but he wished that he didn't notice at all. It would be better that way, he hated lying to such good people, but he was embarrassed that his dad would commit such a horrible crime. It made him lose trust in himself and others around him. He was even more embarrassed to be related to him, thinking about the same blood running through his veins made him want to cut his wrist and bleed himself dry, but he knew that would worry his mother and she had enough to worry about with all the paper works, lawyer and attending her job.

Tsuna agreed to let it go reconsidering Mitobe's feelings. After all, there are things people didn't want to talk about. The shorter boy was going to give him time, and maybe when the taller boy trust him he'll tell.

By the end of the month, the case was ended and it was decided that their mother would get custody of Misaki, and their father would get custody of Mitobe. It was hard for Mitobe since he truly didn't want to go. He cried, he asked, he BEGGED to stay with his mother, but his father just wouldn't approve of it, and he said that Mitobe can visit her, but that wasn't good enough for him. But he's rather that he'd go then let his brother go with this disgusting man who claim to be his father, his respect was lost and it disintegrated into nothing. Unfortunately, the trail of misfortune have yet to end, according to his father, he will be moving. Not just a few blocks away or half way across the city, no he was moving to another city. To the city where the blond woman was, to the city where his father worked, to the city where he fabricated lies and cheated on his sweet delicate mother with a blond foreigner that he didn't know of for two years. Deceiving, lying, betraying his family just because he couldn't be happy with what he had, and now he lost it. Lost it all except for Mitobe, but Mitobe refuse to spend more than fifteen minutes alone with the man, thirty was a stretch but doable.

Mitobe said goodbye to his friends the next day after the news hit. He said good bye to the Sawada house hold, to Tsuna's mom, Lamb, I-pin, Bianchi (whom he found rather pleasant), Reborn who he thanked and assured he'll continue his training. It was the hardest to say good bye to Tsuna, Yamamoto and even Gokudera since they became the closest thing he had to a best friends. Mitobe did say good bye to Tetsuya, but didn't bother when it came to Hibari thinking that he boy wouldn't care.

As he board the train with his dad, a angsty frown decorated his face, he felt like the world he worked so hard to color, so hard to change, so hard to replace those boring monochromatic greys were slipping away through the cracks of his hands. He waved goodbye to his mom, brother, his friends and his mentor who came to see him off.

"It won't be bad you now. It'll be great, two men living with each other, and Malissa will come over times to times, so don't you worry! Heck! She'll move in to! It'll be fun won't it son?" His father laughed as they shared a seat on the train. Mallissa, that's her name, she came from America on a student exchange program but liked it here and decided to move here permanently after graduating college. Mitobe didn't reply to his father and kept quiet having no motivation to continue the one sided conversation.

"I've already enroll you in a school Hiroyuki Middle, it's walking distance too." His dad informed, again, no answer from his son. He gave up and left the boy alone, he understood that his eldest son was angry and he needed time to adjust, so he'll give him time.

Their stuff were already transferred to the apartment complex earlier this week, so they didn't have to carry it on the train, but Mitobe felt like he wanted to burn everything to the ground along with the new situation that he was stuck in. They arrived ten minutes later and the two men walked to their new home. Mitobe's dad opened the door and let him in, he noticed a door with a sticky note on it with his name written on it, which he guessed was his new room.

"You can get settled in, I'll make us some lunch." Mitobe did as he was told, taking the boxes to his room and let out a sigh. He didn't even have a bed, just a futon that was spawned out on the floor. It was a small room, not much larger than his last but he was comfortable with it. He fixed the futon placing it neatly in the corner and began unpacking his clothes and placing them in his closet. Placing his books and mangas on to the book shelf , he took out his computer from one of the boxes and looked at his new emails. Most of them from Tsuna and Yamamoto asking how he was doing and inviting him over, one from Gokudera (that made him feel special). He'll have to charge his phone later, it would be much more convenient, plus he can reply faster and texting wouldn't hurt.

His dad brought his food to his room, a sandwich, yup, that's it. He missed his mom's cooking. He muttered a small "Thanks" before eating and turned back to his computer and answering the mails he received. He looked up the website for his school, it looked pleasant, judging from the pictures on the website. It had a lot of cherry blossom trees, like those typical schools in the animes he Hiroyuki school uniform was like the ones from his old school, only they had a blue blazer, black tie, and white undershirt with black pants. He closed the laptop and finished the sandwich deciding to go visit the school and get it mapped out. He muttered a small and hesitant bye and told his dad where he was going before leaving. He wore a white t-shirt, jeans and a white sweater cardigan that his mom got for him. It was a bit too big and the sleeves went over his hands, but he liked it that way. The switch blade was safely tucked in his pocket, it became a lucky charm of sort, he never leave home without it. Getting caught with it in school would be bother some, but he was sure he'd find a good excuse, lying runs in the family after all.

He walked through the doors into the office and picked up his new uniform and schedule, his dad phoned in so it didn't take long. A nurse showed him around since she had free time. She was different from Sarutomi, she was all business and she wasn't friendly, and unlike his old nurse, she wasn't easy to talk to, and she defiantly was not perverted, he wasn't sure he missed the old quirks or grateful that this one as more professional. She told him her name, but he didn't want to learn new names, he'll just be one of those forgetful people he supposed.

"I miss Namimori..." He thought sullenly.

Mitobe didn't go home immediately not feeling like being with his father, so the teen decided to go explore the neighbor hood and visited the park, he'll be running tomorrow, he needed something to take his mind off the situation and drugs weren't an option. Upon arriving to the park, there were kids out playing on the slides and running all around shouting, yelling, laughing and just being plain silly. He admired that innocence. He took a seat on an empty swing. As a habit he looked over to his left only to see the empty seat that should be filled, Misaki use to swing beside him, it felt empty with out his little brother, but he'll have to accept it. He pulled the switch blade out of his pocket after carefully placing his schedule and uniform in his lap, some how, being so far away from his friends and the person who gave it to him made it so much more significant. The natural sunlight from the blade made the word Vongola glow and shined in his eyes painfully, and yet he dare not to pull his eyes away. The clouds rolled in and covered the sun, the sand slipped into his shoes and made his feet feel uncomfortable, slipping between his toes and rubbed against his skin. Mitobe's shoulders slumped and groaned before hopping off the playground equipment , it looked like it was about to rain so he decided to head home before he stuck in the middle of a storm. Though he suppose accidentally disappearing and the search party couldn't find his body and declaring he was dead wouldn't hurt. He crossed the streets with a crowd occasionally apologizing when he steps on their feet as he tried to get to the other side. The streets was busy filled with people walking on the side line or cars with passengers driving to where they need to be. This city was much much more busy then Namimori, it seemed to be more chaotic as well, the smell of gas from cars and constant honking made his head spin.

When he got home, Malissa greeted him with a bright smile, he didn't return it and rudely walk past her. He heard her let out a sad sigh but understood his situation, the smell of food was in the air followed by the sizzling of meat and the sent of well marinated fried vegetable. Mitobe went back to his room and sat on the futon before laying the uniform out in front of him, there was five, one for everyday of the week. He tucked them in the closet and threw away the plastic wrapper they came in.

Tsuna, Gokudera, and Yamamoto was hanging out since it was a Sunday, just bidding farewell to their friend this morning they felt remorse. A lot of it was on Yamamoto since they met up every morning earlier than the others, He knew a lot of irrelevant things about Mitobe, like the shorter male liked cat videos and he cries if one of his favorite character dies in a book, is favorite color was green, and he really likes hamburger. He once told a story of how he ate them for a month straight,Yamamoto wasn't sure if he was fibbing or not but laughed at the thought.

"Ahh...It feels different with out him." Tsuna said as he rested his head on the table where the four use to sit together.

"Ma, ma~! He'll visit, it'll be okay." Yamamoto laughed, he tried to cheer up the mood, but it still stayed slightly sour despite his attempt.

"Cheer up tenth! I'm sure that moron is doing fine." Gokudera joined in trying to improve Tsuna's mood.

The chestnut hair boy nodded and lifted his head.

"I suppose, we should ask him to visit soon though..." He suggested as the door opened to reveal the hit-man.

"Ciaossu!" reborn greeted jumping onto the table.

"Hello reborn!" Gokudera greeted with enthusiasm. Yamamoto smiled and Tsuna cringed a bit.

"Cheer up useless Tsuna, he's visiting this weekend, it's no use being down about it. If anything, he would be ashamed of this pitiful state you're in."

Tsuna smile stretched across his face and nodded, it was true, it's not like they'll never see each other.

"Reborn, do you know what happened?" Gokudera asked curiously, it was a honest question, no one knew what really happened or the reason why the boy left. All they knew was he's moving in with his dad to another city, but the reason for the split was unknown. They knew his parents were divorced, but that's only because Mitobe told them three days prior to the farewell as they saw him off. All three felt hurt by the lack of trust and information, it was worst since he didn't speak to them at all.

He told them they didn't need to get involved and even Gokudera knew that family issues are best not to be interfere by an outsider. As for the prefect, Hibari didn't care, it was none of his business anyway, he was rather happy to see the annoying stray leave. Kusakabe was sad but he barely knew the boy, he was grateful for the tips and advice though. It soothed out some complications between clubs and kept some violence down (which was quickly brought up by Hibari who think is justice is the only rightful law).

People come and leave out of each others life all the time, but ever so often. You'll meet someone who truly leave a mark on you, for Mitobe, it was his friends, sure he had no trouble making them. But he never get attach, though with Tsuna and the others, he couldn't help it. Even Gokudera who was rude half the time, he had kindness and he truly treasure all that he have and that was his friends. No one could hate Tsuna, he was too sweet and forgiving, the small boy had an air around him that made everything safe and kind, like a beautiful sky on a mid summer day. Yamamoto was no exception either, the boy could make even the worst of days better, his charm was contagious, it was no surprise the boy was so popular.

Mitobe was still confused about Hibari though, while he admired the boy, he wanted to stay away from him as possible, he was scared, he was frightened. Like everyone else, he have yet to meet someone so intriguing other than Reborn, but the baby lacked something the president had. It wasn't charm, it wasn't strength, rather it was attraction. Mitobe knew it was useless to befriend Kyoya, but that didn't stop him from trying, he was a man who like challenges, as long as it kept him entertain he was okay with it. He felt drawn towards him yet he repel against him, maybe he was just a coward, but Mitobe have been watching Hibari from afar, and he knows that the prefect knows it. He saw the glares of daggers and knives sent his way, and he certainly did not miss the unheard threats. It was obvious any one could guess that Masato Mitobe was attracted to Hibari Kyoya, but to him it was a different case. Was it okay for him to want someone, yet at the same time wishes to only watch them rather then partaking in their life? Masato Mitobe knows of the word burden and extra luggage and he does not wish to be dead weight on someone's journey,so for the moment, he'll just have to try getting stronger to be able to do something.

The hallway was empty as he waited for the teacher to introduce him, he was the new kid, the unknown factor, the variable. He already knew that he would only allow people close to him call him by his last name opposing to his earlier choices of allowing his first name to be use freely. That right should be reserve for people he deem as likeable, strangers should stick to calling him by his last name. Mitobe doesn't mean to be mean or rude, but the sudden change have taken an emotional toll on walked in the class after hearing the introduction and stared at the students who are now doomed to be his classmates.

"My name is Masato Mitobe, please refer to me as Masato, thank you and I look forward to being here." He said in a mocking tone. He was slouching and his posture horrible, hardly one of a respected man, but he didn't care. Not only that, clothes was messed and wrinkled due to the fact he handled them do carelessly and his tie hung loosely around his neck. There was no one here like Hibari to tell him what to do or beat him up if he left his shirt out and not tucked in. He took an empty seat in the back of the room and pushed up his glasses as the lesson began. Mitobe copied down the notes as usual and continue with his day he had his right hand in his pocket most of the time just holding his switch blade for luck, because he really needed it. He was scared of being alone here in his new school, he didn't know anyone, at his old school he met Hibari on the first day and they hit it off! Literally though only one took the beating, he met Tsuna later and they talked and soon became friends, but here, he didn't have them. Not that he would let anyone know.

He was happy when lunch came, it meant time to explore and hopefully find some interesting people. But before he could put his plan into action, a crowd gathered around him obviously interested in who he was.

"So where are you from?" Asked a girl with short pigtails.

"Namimori." He replied instantly.

"Wait...Isn't that where that monster is?" Asked her male acquaintance.

"Monster?" Mitobe questioned tilting his head to the side.

"Ahh...Hibiya something I think" He muttered unsure.

"No you idiot, It's Hibaya!" Chimed another.

"It's Hibari." Mitobe interrupted as a fight was about to break out. It disgusted him to see how easily angered these people were.

"Yeah yeah! That's it!" A new girl joined the conversation uninvited.

"Hibari Kyoya is no monster." Mitobe replied, it amused him to see these people thinking so strangely over the prefect, they had a reason to, he was rather frightening. He crowd looked at him for an explanation, the new boy took a breath and blew it outward in an irritated manner.

"That's an idiotic assumption, Kyoya's just scary, I wouldn't mess with him though. He'll kill you, he doesn't know how to hold back." Mitobe crosses his arms and the crowd went silent, they probably never pegged him for a killer, better to warn them then send them to their death.

"How do you know so much Masato?"

"I went to school with him."

"You're serious?!"

"He's joking! He has to be."

"I'm really not." He assured.

The students began talking about the new student, Mitobe didn't really care about it. But it seem just knowing the Prefect gave him a menacing title with out having to do anything.

During the commotion Mitobe slipped out of the classroom obviously irritated with the current layout. Having found no one interesting, he went on his walk as he planned. He looked into a class room after hearing voices and opened the door to take a peek. A bunch of students were around a table talking rather loudly, screaming like a bunch of howling monkeys.

"They're going to cancel the club!" shouted a girl with choppy bobbed hair cut, it was hard to see but Mitobe spotted two more people, to guys looking alike, twins.

"We need new members then..." one replied grimly.

"It didn't work remember? The sport club took almost everyone." The other twin added.

"We need at least one more! That's the requirements...I'm leaving this year to..." The girl commented sadly.

"We don't have members because we never have any interesting stories..." A twin replied

"We shouldn't lie." The identical one added.

"There's someone by the door..." The other twin noticed Mitobe, who didn't bother to hide but opened the door and walked in.

"Hello, I heard noises, I'm sorry to intrude." He apologized.

"It's fine, there's nothing much to hear really..." The girl replied sadly taking a seat in a chair.

"Are you new?" the twin asked, upon getting a better look they had brown hair, much like Tsuna's only darker, and green eyes, his guess is that they had one foreign parent.

"Yes I am." He replied.

"Want to join our club?"

"I don't know...Who are you?" Mitobe asked feeling like an introduction was in order.

"I'm Daiki" Said the one on the right.

"I'm Daichi" said the one on the left.

"And we write for the school's news paper!" They said it together at the same pace, seems like they rehearsed it.

"You won't for long, the club is closing unless we can get another member, if you're interested." The girl said flashing a small mature smile.

"My name is Asayuki Nori, I'm the president." She introduced her self as the twins clapped their hands.

" Amazing as always~!" They cheered, the girl turned flustered by kept quiet.

"I'll join, but I won't do much. Try not to expect anything..." He replied. Surprisingly they took the offer, the club gets to continue and Mitobe doesn't have to do anything he didn't want to. It was a win win situation. The regulation for clubs stated that there must be a minimum of four members, or else the club will be shut down. Masato didn't have anything better to do so it would be a good way to waste time. The glassed boy gave them a smile, a small one but one none the less. from that moment, he was a proud and dedicated member of the News Paper Club. Despite his statement about how they shouldn't expect anything from him, he did put up an effort to get a story in. Most of the published ones were of the sport team's victory or defeat, others of current development and what's the next festival and meetings. Nothing unusual of course, it was just normal events, nothing of an interesting read.

While it took him a while to adapt to the school and his surrounding (four days to be exact), including Malissa and his father. Mitobe blended in well with the students, his lazy care free nature earned him somewhat of a status. Working for the News Papers and being their photographer caught some female eyes, his popularity was only fair, nothing compare to the buff males on the sport teams,but enough to get his name noticed. Masato Mitobe, while extremely flattered, didn't care much for the title, though he was currently dating a girl, yet his feelings weren't true. She was nice, cute baby face with chubby cheeks, soft brown eyes and mocha brown hair which was tied in a braid behind her head. She was slim and petite, probably the perfect house wife but Mitobe was missing out on the action back in Namimori.

The news hit him like a truck, apparently Namimori students are being attacked and being brutally beaten up. The topic was brought up in class during a free period as some of the male population approached him.

"Hey, Masato, you use to live in Namimori right?" He asked

Mitobe looked up from his manga and pushed up his glasses. "Yes, why do you ask?"

"EH! You haven't heard? Apparently Namimori students are being hospitalize. Beaten brutally too. Do you think it could be that Hibari guy?"

"Namimori...? Sounds bad..." Mitobe muttered, he was getting concern for his brother and mother, could it be a gang war?

"It's Not Hibari, he wouldn't waste time like that unless they did something he deemed wrong.." He spoke louder his time with confidence in his words though he himself was doubting it.

"Only Namimori students though, doesn't seem like anyone else. Kind of weird right? It's make an interesting story."

Mitobe turned around to see another boy who joined in on the conversation. The ex-gang member never really bothered learning their names, waste of memory that could be use to remember training tips and fighting techniques.

"Maybe so, thank you for the information." He mumbled and return to his manga turning a page nonchalantly. He two boys left him alone knowing the concentration would only be one sided if they'd continue.

Mitobe ran through his mind and organized his thoughts thinking of possible solutions. He was willing to be on a gang war, but it seemed unlikely since Namimori had a certain someone to protect it unlike his dump of a town. There were drug dealers, Gangs that ran a muck, and people profiting off of stolen goods. Sure he could try and become the Hibari Kyoya of this town, but Masato refuse to volunteer for more then he have to. Upon deciding that it was best to visit his mother today and stay for the weekend to investigate, he made plans to ask questions for reborn and maybe practice with the baby and show him his improvements.

It's been roughly a week and Mitobe knows that he wasn't better then when he first started, but he knows for sure his speed improved, this was his fourth week in training excluding the days with Reborn after school, and he will admit he worked hard. Sadly, he wasn't passionate about it, he was just looking for an excuse to get out of the house. Sometimes lying to his dad and Malissa about meeting some friends for a movie or going on a date with his girlfriend when he was really going for a run and testing his luck with some low life thugs. Barely escaping with his life every time of course, but you can't get far without a sparing partner.

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