"How is it with your father?"

It was the first question his mother asked him as they entered the house and settled down on the chair. The smell of coffee made his old house nostalgic and alluring, he sat down on the familiar couch with Misaki next to him while his mother across the table. Her eyes weren't puffy and her face seem healthy, which was a good indication that she haven't been crying. The stress made grey streaks in her hair but aside from those minor details she seemed better. Misaki was still bright, and that made Mitobe much much happier, especially when he would say his name with such admiration.

"Shitty." That was his only reply, he meant it of course, it WAS shitty. His dad wanted to know what he was always up to since their city was known for gangs and drugs, and Malissa keeps pestering him about coming home on time, his mom cringed and frown but quickly replaced it with a bright and amused smile. Some how it brought her a bit of satisfaction to see her son giving her Ex-husband such a hard time. Maybe it was a sick desire to see him suffer, but Mitobe was very aware of his mother's slightly sadistic side that was usually hidden by her calm demure personality.

"Glad to see you get along~" She answered sarcastically as she drank her iced coffee.

Misaki didn't pay any mind to the coarse language but instead hug his brother's arm tightly.

"Mitobe! How's your new school?" Misaki asked excitedly. It was nice to hear his first name again since everyone at his new school called him by his last name. It was nice, somewhat bittersweet but very very heart warming.

"It's nice I suppose, I joined the News Paper Club. I'm going to investigate a story here later." He answered honestly, he left his "girlfriend" out of it since he didn't deem her of any importance.

"Oh? What about?" His mother asked with interest, her son never been in an after school activity before so she was quite excited to hear of it.

"The recent students from Namimori Middle that have been hospitalized."

"hm...That's a dangerous topic...You should be careful. Maybe you should check in on your friends too, just to be sure. It's be a shame if something happen to them."

"Of course mother~ I'll be heading over to dad's afterward, but I'll come and visit."

"I'll look forward to it. Will you be staying for dinner?"

"I'll miss the last train if I do sorry..."

"How about a snack for the road?"

"Oh~ Yes please~!" He was ecstatic, it's been forever(at least to him) since he last had his mother's food.

Mitobe's mother stood up and straightened her dress and entered the kitchen. He heard the sound of the refrigerator open and contents being taken out and then the sound of the stove turning on.

Misaki crawled onto his brother's lap and hugged his waist tightly.

"Did you miss me?!" His eyes sparkled with anticipation and a large smile decorated his face brilliantly.

"Of course, how can I not?" The elder brother smiled and ruffled the soft hair.

"How's dad?"

"Don't ever use the words I am about to say. But...He's being a fucking lard ass. He keeps interrupting my alone time with my computer."

"Mitobe...Stop using bad words!"

"Why?"

"It's not very gentlemanly..."

"Sorry..."

His mom came back not too long later, she didn't hear the conversation, he knew she would brush it off and laugh at his cruel words to his father, but it's not her place to decided how her son thinks because she knows that Mitobe wants her to be angrier, to be mad, but she took it calmly with maturity unlike her son who just simply start cussing out his frustration.

"Here you are~" She placed a sandwich on the table wrapped in a napkin. The bread was nicely toasted, he could see a bit of cheesy leaking from the edge and pink ham peeked out from the wheat.

Mitobe decided to head for the hospital first, seeing as how he would most likely get more information there. Maybe a description of a culprit, why and where were they attacked and if they had anything else to add.

He walked into the hospital, most of the Namimori students were there, checking on their friends no doubt. He recognized a few of them but felt out of place in his Hiroyuki uniform.

He asked the nurses for help and got a list of students from Namimori, he visited everyone of them individually and got their stories. Often he got a few that weren't to cooperative and blew him off telling him to mind his own business, he agreed to those terms knowing they were probably tired and still in a lot of pain so he didn't bother them any further. Common courtesy and manners after all.

As he went down the list he got a glance at the familiar words, Kusakabe Tetsuya, anxiety ran through him as he ran towards the room, it was with out a doubt, the name plate read Kusakabe Tetsuya. It was true that they were not close as he was to Yamamoto or Tsunayoshi, but Mitobe acknowledged him as a friend. The taller man have been very kind and forgiving to the boy, especially when Hibari beat him up, often he would help the him to the nurse, so he did own the man a lot of favor. Mitobe liked the man, not in a romantic way of course, but the reporter always did get attached to people easily. Kusakabe Tetsuya was no exception, the man was kind and generous as well as mature and forgiving, surely he did nothing to deserve the state he was in.

After calming down, he opened the door quietly trying not to make noise in case his old friend was asleep. Mitobe closed the door after him the same manner and walked over to the bed, it was Tetsuya alright, after all the did have a very distinctive face, double chin and that strange hair everyone in the disciplinary committee had but Hibari, high cheek bones and somewhat thick eyebrows.

The same once strong man was unconscious, with many machines attached to him, the only sound was the sound from the heart monitor. A slow and eerie beep that was repeated over and over again. Mitobe sat himself in the chair beside the bed and kept quiet, it wasn't right to see someone who use to be so powerful in such a weak state, but he knew that crying would not help. He should at least get to the end of this story. Unfortunately, he would not force on a fight. He was too much of a coward, fighting for his friends and exacting revenge wasn't his thing, mainly because he would not like for someone to take revenge for him. It meant that they pity him, that they felt he was weaker then they are ( which he will not admit that he was).

Mitobe made sure to get stories from the people waiting in the lobby room, asking why they were here and if they knew any connections to what happened. There was nothing unseal, the stories were all alike, the victims were challenged and then beat up, afterward they had a watch placed on their chest and then left alone to be found later and transferred into the hospital.

The reporter sat in the lobby looking at his notes trying to make sense of it, so far it didn't make sense. It definitely wasn't a gang war, it was more like a challenge. Only Namimori students were targeted it made him happy to be in another school to avoid this fate, but he knew he was being selfish and only looking out for himself. He was concern for Tsuna and the others, what if they got hurt? The hospital didn't have anyone he cared for in there so he was at least grateful for that.

Mitobe pulled out his phone and sent a text to Tsuna saying he was in town and asking if the shorter boy if he was okay. He asked bout Gokudera and Yamamoto as well, but he have yet to receive a reply. This only made him nervous, maybe he was in the street somewhere unconscious and dead. A heavy sigh escaped his mouth as he left the building happy to get out of that place. It smelled like medicine and cleaning equipments.

The sky was beginning to darken and he didn't want to be late, Mitobe made his way to the train station and bought a ticket deciding to head home, he still had homework after all. There were plenty of people on the train as expected, but they were probably heading home after a hard day of work. The boy clutched his bag to his chest as it sat on his lap uselessly. He didn't like to be in packed places, made him feel like a can of tuna in a can. Not to mention the body odor from the other people, yes he understood that it was normal to sweat, but would it hurt to wear deodorant, perfume or cologne, he does (which was why he got picked on sometimes because he smell like vanilla scented candles, but that's supper manly and anyone telling you otherwise is a loser).

He opened the door to his house and closed it after him. Malissa was in the kitchen wearing an apron as she cooked, over the week, she tried to bond with him, even try reading some of his mangas to get to know him better. If he was honest, he's say she was a good person, she was nice, didn't force her authority, but she didn't give him his space.

"Welcome home~!" She greeted as she waved her spatula and the other on a pan.

"Hello, sorry I'm late, dropped by to see some friends." He took off his shoes and laid them next to the wall before walking over to his room to drop off his bag.

"You should have called, I heard about the recent students in Namimori getting beat up, I was getting worried!" He heard her yell from the kitchen, it wasn't angry and it wasn't exactly calm either, the best way to describe it would be concern. He walked back outside knowing the woman had no intention of dropping the subject and Masato Mitobe did not yell, no that was too much work, over all his voice was pretty quiet anyway.

Sitting himself at the table, he leaned on his one propped up arm and rested his cheek against it.

"Sorry, I was investigating a story for the News Paper Club."

"Just let me know next time okay?"

"Sure, what's for dinner?"

"Hamburgers!"

One good thing about this woman, she can make a lot of American food, including Hamburgers, though it compared nothing to his mother's, didn't even come close, it was a bit too salty for his taste, and she put garlic in the meat, he didn't like garlic, especially the after taste, he was still grateful for the food though. Because lord knows that Mitobe can't cook to save his life.

Math, math, math. It was a beautiful subject, the numbers slowly ease into his head and erased all of his complications away, or at least distracted him long enough to ease his worries. Masato scribbled down his answer for the next question before moving onto the next one making sure to show his work. He looked over at his phone taking a small break from his work, looking through his miscalls, text messages, and Email, but no reply of any sort from Sawada, Yamamoto, or Gokudera...Letting out a frustrated sigh he threw the phone softly onto the futon and slumps on his desk. Mitobe closed his books and place them in his bag once again once he finished his homework.

"Hey, it's dinner!" He heard Malissa exclaim from the kitchen. Mitobe stood up and pushed his chair in with his foot and walked out of his room, he loosen his tie and took off the blazer and threw it to the side before exiting the room.

Malissa was prepping the table, placing the variety amount food onto it. Her blond hair was in a messy pony tail hanging from her shoulder, she haven't removed her make up and her peachy eyeshadow brought out her green eyes. Her purple V neck shirt made her cleavage stand out, one thing he couldn't stand...Females showing too much skin. Hearing the commotion his dad came out of his room, of course Mitobe didn't notice he came home. They sat around the table as Malissa passed the plate of food around, dinner was usually quiet, a peace Mitobe hated. Normally his dinners were more chaotic, thanks to a certain little brother and a mother who keeps pestering him to eat his vegetables. He took a bite of his burger chewing softly, the thoughts of the recent information he got from his visit to Namimori ran through his mind again. The watches, it would be good if he got a look at it, but unfortunately it seemed that it was already taken away, maybe from the police force trying to investigate or something. No doubt that his conflict was something bigger then it seemed, but it's not like he could tell for sure. He'll visit Kusakabe again tomorrow, see if he was awake, check on his condition and bring him flowers, that's what they bring to hospitals for sick people right? Or was it gift basket, but what if Tetsuya was allergic to flowers, he'll bring cookies, but what if he was lactose intolerance, cookies have milk in them, but was that how lactose intolerance works? Mitobe made a mental note to research that later.

"How was your day son?" His father asked as he wipe his fingers from the ketchup on a piece of napkin.

"I went to Namimori to investigate a chain of attempt murder events." He replied plainly as if reciting a line form a movie.

"Sure sure son, you have fun with that..." His father assumed he was just being his weird old self repeating lines form mangas again, Mitobe remained platonic to his naivety.

Malissa stayed quiet as she ate her food, trying not to laugh at her current boyfriend's density. She was an energetic woman, bright smile and a sweet personality, he'd hate to admit it, but she was making it really hard to hate her. Especially when she surprised him by buying him a pair of really nice headphones...Mitobe was easily brought over if you know how to bribe him right, but come on, he's human after all.

The next day Mitobe repeated his progress, training in the morning, taking a short shower and then go to school. He replayed the information to the News paper club and they were excited, and apparently his girlfriend decided to tag along this time. Remember her? yeah she actually have a name, it's Mina.

"That's seriously interesting" Daiki started

"But also very dangerous." Daichi joined in

"Please careful when you investigate~!" And then together...It creeps him out how they finishes each others sentences and then talk together in unison. It was cool, cool but creepy...

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, it does seem sketchy." Nori piped in as she looked over his notes.

"I have no intention of stopping this investigation, I do have friends there you know, apparently one of them ended up in the hospital." Mitobe replied referring to Kusakabe.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to offen-"

"It's fine." Mitobe offered a smile to ease her concern and guilt and Nori gladly replied with a grin.

Mina looked over to Mitobe but stayed silent not being able to find anything to say. The twins however, didn't have a stop button to them and always remained energetic, they wrapped their arms around Mitobe's shoulder and grinned at him with a slight glint in their eyes.

"Can we come with you?!" They asked energetically.

"No."

"Please Masato?!"

"I'd rather not really, sorry." They pouted but gave up trying to convince him and tried to guilt him instead.

"But we want to meet your friends!" Daiki cried

"Are you ashamed of us?" Daichi continue. Asayuki covered her mouth with her hand and Mina let out a small laughter.

"Yes I am actually, you're far to clingy and you don't know the meaning of personal space. You two always yell too loud and you never seem to want to be part from each other for more then the maximum of twenty minutes."

The twins looked offended for a minute but smiled knowing that Mitobe could never hate them, they could read him far too well, but it's not like he tried to hide anything from them.

"If you came to Namimori, I won't try to find you if you get lost." Truth be told, the twins had a horrible sense of direction, but given they did get lost walking in a straight line.

"I'll investigate on my own, I have personal businesses to attend to anyway, so you'll have to forgive me."

"It's fine, please be careful ?" Nori asked as she returned his notes careful not to let any paper fall out of the small notebook.

"Of course..." He mumbled back, Nori was like the elder sister of their small little group, she looked out for everyone and she was absolutely the sweetest person you could ever meet. She made Mitobe kind of sick...She was too caring and sometime she would get involve in conflicts like when the first year get tease or bullied. Bless her soul.

"Lunch is almost over, let's head back to class." Daiki stood up from his seat and his brother followed behind not missing a step. Even there walking pace was identical.

Mina followed Masato out lacing her fingers with his affectionately. She leaned in closer to him but Mitobe didn't make a move but continue to walk, though taking smaller steps so she wouldn't fall behind.

"Um...Masato, I was wondering if...You know, we should go on another date. Like a real one..." She asked timidly. If Masato recalled their first date, it was a good time for him, not so much for her though. There was a small convention in town and they went to it with each other, but none of that hand holding sweet affection and kissy kissy stuff. No...Masato Mitobe left her as he went to fanboy over a bunch of cosplayers and spent all his money on action figured and trinkets from shows he watched rather then buying her flowers or anything. She ended up getting hit on a few guys, but Mitobe was just as busy bonding with his kind in a corner as they chanted foreign words that sounded like a demon summoning song.

Thus, from that, they never went on a date ever since...

"Sure why not...When and where?"

"Maybe...on the week end?"

"Visiting my brother."

"Sometime after school this week then?"

"Research, homework and investigating."

"Next week?"

"I have to study for a test, failing English..." No he was not going to ask Malissa for help.

"This isn't working out..."

"I know.."

"We should...see other people."

Mitobe stopped walking and turned towards her, he saw this coming but he didn't expect it coming this soon.

"Okay..." There was no point in fighting about it. After all, they never even kiss, the only thing they have done was hug and held hands. Sharing food was out of the question since Mitobe was too selfish and couldn't cook. They went on one date, Dachi and Daiki sent more time with him then she did, They met every weekend and went to the arcade on a daily basis. She knew it was dangerous to even find him attractive with all the rumors going around, but Mina believed in the good in everyone, but he himself wasn't sure if he had any, but he was wiling to hope for a yes.

"Thank you...For your time, Mina." He smiled at her and pulled his hands away putting them in his pocket and fingered his switch blade as always.

"You'll find them..." She smiled. That comment alone confused Mitobe greatly. "Them?" who was them?

Noticing the quietness and questionable look on his face she explained to him.

"The one you really like of course. As much as I like you, I don't want to be a rebound. I know you accepted my request because you didn't want to hurt my feelings, but acting like you are in love with me won't bring us any happiness."

"Best wishes then."

They went separate ways after that, even if they never really got close, Mina's words still rang in his head. She was one of those people who believed in true love and things like that. Mitobe wasn't sure where he stood when it came to those stuff. He ever really felt fascinated by her, the only one who manage to even catch his interest was Hibari, but it's not like he was in love with the prefect right? Hah! No way, couldn't be. Impossible.

Masato opened the door just a little bit, peeking in before walking in and closing it after him.

"Mitobe? Haha, haven't seen you in a long time." Kusakabe greeted him from the hospital bed.

"Tetsuya! Glad to see you're up." Mitobe replied excitedly as he walked over to the bed. Placing the flowers int he vase provided on the nightstand along with the little basket of sweets he bought he took a seat in the available chair.

"I hope you don't mind my visiting, I've brought flowers and sweets, I hope you aren't allergic." It didn't hurt to be cautious, after all, he wouldn't want to make Kusakabe's condition any worse then it already was.

"No, it's fine really. Thank you. How have you been?" The vice asked as he sat up from the bed leaning on the pillow as he readjust himself.

"I should be asking you that." Mitobe replied sourly. "Please worry about your health first!" He felt like a mother scolding her child, but he never had a friend in the hospital before, so it was the first for him.

"I'm fine really, some broken bones, scrapes and bruises, but I'll live. How's the new city?"

Mitobe knew he was avoiding the subject, but he knew perfectly why. He was Hibari's vice, no doubt he have a lot of respect from other people. Being defeated like this must have hurt more than my physical form, it hurt his pride. What is a man without his pride? Well he's still be a man, but he'd he a coward, like Mitobe. The reporter would do anything to get out of trouble though, lie, deceive, bribe. All's in a day work though. He decided to answer the question and toss away his own for the taller man's sake though.

"It's fine I guess, a lot more gangs, drugs, and strip club I'll tell you that~!" He joked.

"Hiroyuki middle isn't bad, less rules and no head prefect to beat me up, I don't even think they have a disciplinary committee."

"Sounds like you're having fun, I over heard some of your old friends talking about you. Seems like they miss you." Kusakabe let out a chuckle.

"Ahhh, I miss them too, but there's not a lot I can do about it."

Kusakabe didn't speak after that, probably trying to fish something to say but couldn't. Mitobe understood, he was struggling to find something to say but couldn't. One thing comes to mind, but he'd really hate to blurt it out even if he's curious...

The silence dragged on even longer, Mitobe tapped his finger on his thigh to keep him company, it didn't help.

"How's Kyoya doing?" Oops...He wasn't suppose to ask that. Ah screw it.

"Kyoya? Right now I'm not so sure..."

"What do you mean Tetsuya?"

"He went to check on the recent beatings, it lead him to Kokuyo amusement park or something..."

"Kokuyo?"

"Apparently the culprit is there. I can't really say he'll be okay but-"

"I'll head over if you-"

He was interrupted with a hearty laugh as Kusakabe turn over to him.

"Kyoya can handle himself. It's fine, but it's good to see you worry. I thought you stopped caring."

"I, it's not like that..." It was an obvious lie and the both of them knew that well.

"I thought you stopped talking to him."

"How come?"

"You stopped visiting and moved I assumed he did something."

"He didn't do anything wrong, it was my mistake."

Tetsuya gave him a questioning look, Mitobe sighed and gave the man a smile.

"Family issues. Aside from that,I'm sure it's clear that Kyoya does not enjoy my company."

Silence filled the air, the bed ridden man didn't say anymore.

"Tetsuya...I'm still kind of worried, do you have Kyoya's phone number by any chance?"

The other man looked confused for a minute so Mitobe elaborated." I saw the injuries on the other patients. To be honest, I am little concern, do you mind lending it to me?" He asked politely as he pulled out his phone and held it out to the man. Kusakabe thought about it and took the phone typing in the number. "Excuse me, I'll take the conversation outside."

Mitobe leaned against the wall of the hallway and heard the phone rang. He couldn't heard anything though, it was a slightly statistic so there must be bad reception. Some of the weapons that were use had poison, sure Kyoya was strong but how well could he do against poison?

Here was no answer,a s expected and Mitobe ended the call and tried again three more times before giving up fully. He went back into the room and sat back down in the chair.

"No answer?" Kusakabe asked. Mitobe replied with a nod but smiled at the man kindly for his help.

"Thank you though. I should be heading home. I'll drop by again tomorrow. Would you like some fruits or anything?"

"You don't have to."

Mitobe nodded and left he room closing the door softly before returning to the lobby room.

No replies from Tsuna, none from Hibari, he didn't have Yamamoto or Gokudera's phone number since he never bothered to ask. The sky was darker than he expected, he'll have to hurry if he can catch the train. Already visiting his mother today eased his problem, she always knew how to calm down her eccentric son, especially when there's two f them.

"You're even later today..." Malissa said as Mitobe dried his hair with a towel, he had a nice long shower to avoid this...

"Sorry, my friend was in the hospital, I paid him a visit." He was back in his monotone voice to her, he didn't like people bothering him after a bath, it made him grumpy, it was like the hot water had the power to make him into a PMSing woman. Back in their old house, there was an unwritten rule about talking to Mitobe after his bath. You don't. Misaki was an exception because he was little. And Mitobe adored little kids, mainly because he's taller than they are.

The converstaion was dropped and Mitobe returned to his room and turned on his computer. He opened a word document and typed up his theory about the current event, but he was planning to check in on Hibari, surely the prefect have more information then he.

"You're kidding me right?" Mitobe deadpanned as he walked into the hospital, right away he spotted Reborn.

"Ciaossu~! I haven't seen you in a while." Reborn greeted. In his hands, he was holding a bag of fruits and a small bouquet of flowers.

"It's been like...what...three weeks? Sorry I didn't stop by. I was busy." Reborn began walking and Mitobe followed behind obediently.

"investigating your story right?" Reborn asked as he stopped and turn to the boy.

"Huh? Uh, yes. Why do you ask?"

"Can you cover it for us then?"

"Us?"

Here's the part where Mitobe started to freak out, the infant explained the entire Rokudo Mukuro thing to him. The reason why Namimori students were in the hospital, the watch, and all the other stuff he seemed to miss...while in another city...

"Woah, woah woah, slow down here Reborn...What I'm hearing is that you went on an awesome, epic, adventure with out me?"

"Yes~!" Mitobe's heart broke into two and shattered, to thin that he took Tsuna and didn't bother to bring him along to defeat an evil mastermind trying to destroy the Mafia, oh how cruel the world can be! Friends that abandon you and leave you alone-

No, not really, he didn't care, if anything he was grateful for it. He would have been defeated as easily, just look at the other students in the hospital.

"I see...I'll cover it with a gang war...Will that do?"

"It'll be perfect~!"

Well...He had his story now at least, not like anyone would believe him if he told the truth about it, so what better way to handle it then lie? Politicians do it all the time right, keeping stuff from the public.

Currently Mitobe was sitting in Tsuna's hospital room, which he shared with Gokudera and Yamamoto, thanks to Reborn no doubt. He peeled the apple carefully with his switch blade and placed the naked pieces fruit on the plate.

"So even you're getting stronger huh Tsunayoshi?" He joked passing him the plate before moving onto another one.

Tsuna gave a nervous laughter and gladly take the plate, it's been a while since he last ate, the hospital had a strict lunch schedual.

Mitobe started on another one getting it for Gokudera and Yamamoto.

"He's the tenth! Of course he's strong..." Gokudera scold.

"Understood Hayato..."

"Don't use my first name so freely."

"Quiet, we are in a hospital."

"Che, why would I listen to you!"

"Tsunayoshi! Hayato is being mean to me!"

"Don't tattle on me to the tenth! Tenth! He started it!"

Before their silly little conversation could carry on, Reborn smacked them all on the head with a Leon cane.

Yamamoto observed the scene before letting out a laugh, his usual happy one, which meant the was okay. Mitobe gave Yamamoto his share of the apple and gave Gokudera's his. To be honest, he felt like a nurse right now, and this was how of those cliché anime scene where the girl would visit her love who's in the hospital and peel apples for him. Masato Mitobe was not a girl, he was MAN! At least last time he check, last night...in the shower, alone. Nothing pervert you weirdos. Unless you don't shower naked.

"I'm glad you're alright though. That would explain why you haven't picked up any of my calls, text, or email." Damn...He sounded like an obsessed girlfriend right now.

"Sorry, my phone was out of battery..." Tsuna apologized as he munched on a piece of apple.

Mitobe flipped his switch blade closed and stood up. "I'm going to go wash my blade...I'll return later." He gave them a smile and exited the room to search for he bathroom.

Finally finding one, not that he got lost, he wasn't one of the twins after all. The reporter turned on the water and ran the blade under the water and made sure it was clean before drying it with his blazer.

"Shit!" He cursed, he forgot he was suppose to go see Kusakabe, he even made promises of fruits, but that infant interrupted him.

Mitobe closed the blade and put it back in his pocket tucking it away safely as he ran out of the room making his way to Kusakabe's room, he spent at least fifteen minutes with Tsuna and the others, so he still had . He knew the older man wouldn't be upset, but it was a matter of principle to keep a promise to a friend.

He dashed around a corner before bumping into someone knocking himself down in the process. Landing harshly on his butt, his head hit the pristine tile floor with a loud bump and cringed as he curled into a ball holding his head waiting for the pain to subside.

"Sorry, are you okay? Eh, Mitobe?"

The boy who was on the floor peeked an eye open and looked up, to his surprise, it was Kusakabe.

"Tetsuya!" The taller man offered him a hand and pulled him up from the ground helping him get his balance again.

"Sorry about that." The elder apologized.

"Ah, no, I was running...I was just coming to see you. Glad to see you're up and about." Truth be told, the chairman did look better,back in uniform and he regained come color. Though he had some bandages on his face, it wasn't anything major, and best of all he wasn't hooked up to machines anymore.

"I'm getting released today." He informed calmly

"That's great!" Mitobe was excited to see that Tetsuya was good enough to be released and smiled grandly. Taking note of his excitement, the more, much more mature male pat him on the head gently.

"Are you here to visit Kyoya as well?"

"Huh? He's in the hospital?" surprised was the lesser way of explaining how he felt, if anything it was...confused. Yes, very very confused.

"You didn't know?"

"I knew Tsunayoshi, Hayato, and Takeshi was...but not Kyoya. Sorry."

They end up visiting the head prefect's room, pardon. RESERVED room, since apparently he owns everything in Namimori, Mitobe was starting to suspect that he was secretly the mayor or something, he was pretty protective so it's make sense.

"...Herbivore." Ohh~ Doesn't he just feel so freaking special having the powerful and possible mayor of Namimori greet him like this after not seeing him in for like...forever.

Kusakabe didn't say anything but held back a laugh from seeing Mitobe's expression.

Mitobe didn't say anything but stared at the boy, he knew that Hibari would hate being pity as much as he would, so he tried not to show his sympathy. The president was battered and bruised, a lot of broken bones and bandages everywhere covering his body.

Mitobe acknowledged him with a simple nod and Kusakabe sensed the awkwardness in the air, not that a five year old couldn't.

"I'll leave you to it then." The vice said as he excused himself. Mitobe looked over begging him to stay,but that didn't happen. Seems like every one loved to see him suffer from tense situations...

"If you aren't going to say anything then leave Herbivore." The prefect ordered in a sophisticated manner while still laying on the bed.

Mitobe walked over to the bed and sat in the chair that was provided in each room.

"Are you inviting me?" the shorter boy joked.

"Don't be conceited..."

"My my...And to think I might have actually missed you."

Hibari replied with a glare,t hat was predictable...It didn't hurt anymore, his cold personality. Mitobe just learned not too care about it, ignoring he fact that the man in the bed could still have the power to murder him with a piece of paper, he kept his mouth shut and reconsider his words wisely before speaking.

"How are you Kyoya? I assume you had a good fight?"

No answer.

How typical, he was use to having one sided conversation, but never playing the speaking part, man this was awkward, now he knew what others feel like.

"Glad to see you still alive."

No answer.

"How have you been doing?"

No answer.

"Namimori looks good."

No answer.

This was pissing him off...What, was he not good enough to talk to anymore? At least a few weeks ago he was lucky enough to get an answer.

"You must be tired, would you prefer for me to eave?"

No answer.

No yes, no no...How fustrating...

Mitobe kept a calm face and stood up from his chair looming over the skylark.

"I'll see you later Kyoya..."

Seems the distance was even greater now, and it was larger before...it's even worst now. But it's not like he can read his mind.

As Mitobe turn to leave he heard Hibari muttered an audible "Herbivore."

He turned around and replied with a qustioning "Yes?" Though much more excited and happy than he originally intended to.

"I got your call."

That surprised him...Why did the prefect choose to say that now.

"What of it?"

"...The bird won't stop singing my ringtone."

"You talked to him?" Yamamoto asked with a smile.

"One sided conversations aren't much of a talk now is it?" Mitobe replied bitterly dangling his legs from the baseball player's bed purposing leaving the part about the phone call out. The other two were asleep, thankfully, Yamamoto was the only person he can count on not to make fun of him. Tsuna too...but he wouldn't know what to do.

"At least you didn't get beat up again."

"Takeshi...He's bed ridden."

"Haha, I forgot, sorry sorry~!" His guy...a genius prodigy, but he...was a bit dense. Over the course of the hour, Yamamoto told him about his sword training, how much he improved and how much he learned. It made Mitobe look up to him even more, especially since he didn't brag about it. Mitobe of course, shared his story about his training and they decided that when Takeshi as well enough to fight they would have a little one on one. If you know what I mean~ A spar, they're going to fight...like...with weapons. And not sexually. Maybe. No.

YO! What's up you guys? So! There's a lot to talk about about, mainly my timing for this chapter.

The fighting is base after school, because when Haru, Kyoko and Hana were about to be attack, I noticed that Haru was walking along in her school uniform. They go to different schools so I'm just going to guess it's after school makes sense, unless they left early due to the fighting. As for the phone calls Mitobe made, I'm just going to put it as the ringtone went off (Namimori anthem). I made it so Hibird heard it and copied it, and that was how Gokudera found Hibari, from Hibird. Did you know Haru named the cute fluff ball Hibird? It was in the Trivia~

Reviews From Last Chapter:

mangalover123blue: Thank you! I'm glad you like it, I was unsure how people would respond to a Male:OC and not a female. I thought it'd be fun. I made this chapter after your review, you really motivated me, thank you again. ^^

I'd love to see more review and what you think of Mitobe, I don't want him to be a dark kind of cool character, but rather weak and platonic to a certain level. And I'm debating if he should have a flame or not, because some people do not have a type of flame, the Varia arc is next, and after that, a cloud guardian Oc will be made (after Gola Mosca of course), I am thinking male again. So send me a message or review if you want Mitobe to end up with Hibari or not, or do you want to see him with someone else, or forever alone? I am planning developments to Mitobe when he sucks it up and start behaving and get some courage up in there.

Here's the list of things you can vote for: Please message me since the polls aren't showing up correctly

1: Should Masato Mitobe have a flame?

2: Should Masato end up with Hibari, Send me a message if you think Hibari or another character is suited better.

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