It was Thursday and everything went as plan, Mitobe was called in to the front office where a slightly chubby man with blonde hair and a suit was waiting for him. He had a camera around his neck so Mitobe deducted that he was from the News Paper Company.

"Hello! You must be Masato, please to meet you, that story you did was wonderful!" The man praised as he took Mitobe's hand and gave it a thorough shake, the younger Reporter returned the gesture and gave him a firm shake.

"You are here for the story I suppose?" Mitobe asked professionally.

"Ah, you knew?"

"It was not difficult to guess."

The two got to business, it wasn't as hard, the man did do an interview on him, asking how he got the story. Mitobe cleverly lied his way through it, it wasn't difficult, the man asked for a picture, and of course Masato gave him one, it wasn't his best considering he was covered in bruises and bandages but it had him look like a tragic hero.

Lunch came around and Mitobe ate on the roof again, and by eat I mean drinking sweetened milk and playing around with numbers. The sun was shining brighter that day. In one month he'll be a second year, and Nori would be gone. He felt bad about thinking badly about his friend, but he couldn't help it, it irritated him how she was in "love" with Kyoya, even though she didn't know him as well as he did and it seemed like she was just rudely barging into his life.

Jealousy...That's what this feeling was. This sickly feeling of jealousy, Mitobe took his phone out of his pocket and looked over the last text Hibari sent him, he was going to be so pissed that Mitobe didn't show up. He was suppose to bring tonkatsu...and he didn't. He'll probably get bitten to death the next time he walk through that door. Yamamoto owed him a one on one, Gokudera as well since he requested it. Maybe he'll go this week end instead, seemed like too much work to go today, he just wants to go home and sleep. He spent all of last night organizing his feelings, he knew he liked Hibari and he felt jealousy towards Nori.

It wasn't hard to figure out, after all, he is an open book. Daichi and Daiki walked through the door onto the roof top and over to their friend.

"Hey Masato~!" Daichi sat down next to Mitobe who slipped his phone back in his pocket and closed his math book.

"You know...There are more than one way to relax..." Daiki said as he settled down next to Mitobe leaving the boy in the middle.

"Math is relaxing..." Mitobe declared as he shoved the book back in his backpack.

"No...A spa is relaxing, a bath is relaxing. Relaxing is doing something to rest your mind, not over working and solving complicated math problems..." Daichi scold looking at the his friend.

"You have your methods, I have mine." Mitobe argued as he sipped his milk carelessly.

"Yeah, but yours is unorthodox!" Daichi debated.

"Don't you ever eat lunch?" Daiki questioned.

"I don't need to..."

The twins hanged around him for the rest of the of lunch, they didn't say anything about Nori, at least that was the plan, until Mitobe brought it up himself.

"Where's Nori?" the boy asked as he continue sipping on his milk.

The two brothers looked at each other before the elder one decided to answer.

"Nori is back in the class room, she's pretty bummed."

"Really? Why?"

"Had a bad day yesterday, heard Hibari said some nasty things. If I remembered correctly, she said that he said some thing along the lines of "I have no interest in weak Herbivores."" Daiki indulged with a shrug.

"Should have guessed. Shouldn't we be comforting her then?" Mitobe questioned as he crushes the empty milk box.

"I think we should give her some time alone." Daiki said sullenly as the others hummed in agreement. Surely Nori wouldn't want anyone to know of her rejection, it would be embarrassing and humiliating. She didn't know about Daiki and Mitobe's fight either, but it's best that way and since she was the cause of it, knowing would make her feel worse and none of the boys wanted that to happen, especially with the burden she's already carrying.

When Mitobe got home no one was there, the house was empty, he walked into the kitchen making a small sandwich before returning to his room. Sitting at his desk he continue doing homework as he ate his food with a sense of gloom in the air. His phone rang loudly interrupting his concentration, the boy pulled it out of his pocket and unlocked the screen looking through the new notifications.

Name:Nori
Subject:None
Message:
Can we meet up please? I think I need to talk to you. Meet me at the park west of your house.

Mitobe shut off his lamp and closed his book. This was going to be troublesome and he knew it, Nori didn't ask to meet up unless it was unnecessary, something must be horribly wrong. He left his room and went to the given location, he took his time getting there since he wasn't looking forward to seeing his upperclassmen, chances are is that she would want to talk about her feelings and compare to her love and his liking the Prefect, it was obvious who had more feelings.

Nori sat on a bench underneath an old tree that grew in the park. Her eyes were slightly puffy her hair messed up by the breeze and her shoulders slouching lazily.

"You called?" Mitobe asked as he took a seat next to her, the both of them in uniform, her skirt was ridding up and showed more of her legs making him even more uncomfortable. You'd think the dress code would be more serious about making girls wear skirt that would at least reach their knees, but Mitobe was digressing.

"Yeah, thanks for meeting me..." She replied hoarsely.

"Why did you call?" He asked not meaning to sound rude or cruel, but he was a bit irritated.

"I'm leaving this year.." She sniffed as she unattractively wipe away the snot dripping of her nose with her sleeve.

"I know..." Where was she planning to go with this?

"I'll really miss you guys..."

"And I'm sure we all feel the same way."

"I...Am I weak?"

"Depends on what you mean..."

"Am I weak?"

"Physically."

"I don't understand, what does he mean?"

"So Kyoya said something..."

"I just don't understand..."

"It means you're not strong en-"

"I mean I don't understand why you're allow to call him by his first name! He glared at me when I said it...But ...Yet he allows you..."

"He doesn't let me, I just do as I wish. Doesn't mean I don't get beat up for it."

"I can't understand him...How is it that you do?"

"Nori, I don't and I can't understand Hibari Kyoya, why are you trying to understand him?"

"...I love him."

"You only heard about him from me."

"I can't help it..."

"He's no good for you."

"I don't care...I'll get stronger! I'll study and I'll stop crying an-"

"That's not the kind of strong he means. Nori, you will never stand on equal terms with him, and neither will I..."

Nori wiped her eyes, probably to get the stray tears away."I can't help it...Did I just get rejected?" Nori let out a forced laugh "I didn't think it'd hurt this much."

"Nori, you have good grades, you have a bright future...and you have a good chance in life. Get a education, get a job, a husband,have kids and live in a nice house with a picket white fence." He pat her on the head softly before standing up, cheering people up was not his strong point, neither was dealing with girls, but you get the point.

"You will find someone, think of it as a programmed trial, you tired to fall in love with Kyoya, but you didn't like it did you?" Nori shook her head.

"Then it's time to download another software and try again. There are good men in this world, you just have to look for it." He had a hard time choosing his words, does this mean he'll have less competition?

"I want to love him though..." Nori cried again.

"Then tell me what's so good about him."

Nori was silent for a while, she didn't speak or utter a single word.

"It's okay to fall in love with someone for their looks, it's only human nature. I can't help you there, it is shallow, but not with without understanding. I myself will admit that Kyoya is good looking, but let me tell you a secret~"

Bright and sunny, how much more perfect could a Saturday be. The birds were chirping, the breeze rolled in nicely and the flowers were starting to bloom in bright colors, and what is it that Masato Mitobe is doing? He's laying on his little futon with his shirt half off and boxers sleeping, and it's already noon.

Malissa came in his room and shouted for him to get out and get some sunshine and maybe a tan, but he locked the door preventing the irritating woman from coming in.

Around one, he finally got out of bed after laying there for an hour and brushed his teeth, his hair was messy and he restyled it in it's usual style, the bangs to the left and the remaining tucked behind his ear neatly. He got dressed in a T-shirt, sweater and jeans before heading out. The blond woman asked him where he was going as he entered the kitchen to get an apple for a quick smack.

"Namimori."

"Why don't you try to go somewhere around here for a change?"

"Because there's thugs around every corner." He ridicule walking out the door. He sent Yamamoto a message saying he's on his way over so they should have their one on one. He got an instant reply from the sword's man, a short "I'll be at the baseball field :D"

He couldn't wait to see them again, it seem like it's been forever, plus a spar would help him keep his mind off of Nori.

The train was packed as it was on weekdays, which meant that Mitobe was stuck on a train fill with people who really smell...

When he got to Namimori the station was filled with people, some greeting their friends, others getting on train to go somewhere else. The vertically challenged teen made his way out of the station and into the bright sunshine, Mitobe ran to his old middle school, seeing the baseball player in the middle of it he yelled a loud greeting.

"YOO! TAKESHI!"

Yamamoto met him half way and gave a big smile, not too long after Gokudera came with Tsuna and Reborn who way sitting on his shoulder. After a few minutes of useless chatter, Yamamoto brought out his bat out and Mitobe got out his treasured switch blade.

"First one to land a hit wins! Ready? Start!" Reborn shouted as the two Asian glared at each other with a friendly rival fire burning in their eyes.

Yamamoto was the first to move, sword draw he dashed towards Mitobe who waited for an opportunity to attack instead of moving right away.
When the swordsman got too close Mitobe slid his switchblade out and collided it with the much longer weapon, the both of them added pressure, it was a test of strength and Mitobe knew he couldn't win like that, so he brought his knee up to hit Yamamoto who jumped back just in time to avoid it. Mitobe took the offense and charge at Yamamoto, the taller boy got in a defensive stance but instead of attacking Mitobe slid between Yamamoto's legs and got behind him. He was grateful for being small or else that wouldn't have work,and he would end up embarrassing himself. The Reporter kicked Yamamoto's knees from behind making him loose him balance, but instead of falling on his knees, Takeshi twisted his body and fell on his side and used that arm to pushed him up, with sword in hand the blocked the knife that was coming down and threw Mitobe backward. Masato stumbled back and as the sword came to hit him he dropped to the ground to avoid it, it it resulted in Yamamoto having the upper hand, the baseball player loomed over the shorter boy with the sword point at his neck. Mitobe smiled even though it knew it was his defeat.

Tsuna was amazed, Gokudera while impressed held back his thoughts, like he was going to let them know they did a good job. He knew his competition, Yamamoto Takeshi, he was a natural born Hitman, and even though he only trained for a short amount of time, he was quickly adapting into the world of Mafia even he didn't know and think it was a game. Gokudera didn't want to loose to him, after all the silver hair bomber see himself and only himself being worthy of the Tenth right hand man.

The friendly mafia member pulled Mitobe up and gave him an encouraging smile. "You got a lot faster." He said with a cheerful tone.
Mitobe smiled back as a thanks. Yamamoto walked over to Tsuna while Reborn walked over to Mitobe, the taller boy leaned down to the infant. Reborn pushed his hat up so Mitobe could look at him in his black, dark, evil eyes.

"You've gotten better at reading your opponents, but you lack in strategy and planning. You need to think, what you're doing now is instinct, move it up a bit."Reborn criticized.

"Understood!" Mitobe replied wiping the sweat off his brow. He took these things to heart and the tiny Hitman knows that whatever he tell his kid, he'll try to follow those orders to the best of his ability. He was obedient whether he knew it or not and strangely the name Stalker Dog fits him well, but that would be one embarrassing nickname, at least Gokudera had a cool one like Smoking Bomb, but it was too early to judge Masato Mitobe. When Reborn first met him he was a bored idiot who was always trying to find something to entertain him, and a few months later he was working hard to serve the next Vongola Boss with heated dedication and going out of his way to become strong. He was still the weakest one out of their little group, maybe even Lampo, but he had grenades and who knows what in his Afro, not that Reborn will admit he's curious about that head of hair. How do those things not get lost in there? It's like a portable closet.

"I'm next Boss!" Gokudera said excitedly as he stood up, he wanted to show Tsuna what he could do.

"Ahahaha! Good luck!" Yamamoto said as he took a seat, his katana turned back into a bat and resting peacefully by his side.

Reborn stood in the middle of the two, Gokudera looked threatening while Mitobe was staring at him like he had two heads. He knew Gokudera was specialized in mid range attacks so he have to get in close to be able to land a successful attack.

"Ready? Start!" Reborn shouted in his cute high voice before jumping out of the way.

As the infant was out of sight, Gokudera attacked immediately throwing multiple dynamites in Mitobe's way, the smaller boy barely had any time to dodge before they exploded, using the smoke as a covering, Mitobe ran towards Gokudera hoping to hand a strike, but the silver hair bomber was constantly blasting the boy backward. Mitobe sliced a few dynamites feeling irritated at the same trick and action, he moved faster charging at the self proclaimed right hand man. Gokudera dodged the knife and kicked Mitobe hard in the stomach as he came too close, ignoring the pain, the reporter made some distance between him and Gokudera. He was sure he had a few burnt but it wasn't major, Gokudera's fighting style was different from his, he couldn't get close enough. The boy threw another set of dynamite, Mitobe weaved through them twisting and turning his body like a dancer making his way closer and closer. Gokudera was also good in close hand combat, so there was no way he could match, he was also intelligent and experienced in fighting.

If only Mitobe could use those skills against him...Mitobe got closer to Gokudera, he threw a punch but the other blocked it with his hand as hey push against each other.

"Ehhh...You've only got one free hand and so do I, who do you think is going to win this?" Mitobe asked in a teasing voice, Gokudera gave him a glare and pulled out some more dynamite in his free hand. Mitobe quickly flicked his wrist cutting them all before they can harm him and headbutted the silver hair bomber so hard that he bled along with his opponent.

Gokudera fell to the ground and Mitobe took the chance to immobilize him and held the knife to his neck declaring his victory.

"Good job Mitobe" Reborn complimented as the boy got off Gokudera holding his bleeding head. " I think I went a little overboard..." Mitobe confessed looking at his blood soaked hand.

Gokudera sent him a dirty look and the shouted "No fair you Stalker Dog! That was cheating!"

Mitobe didn't deny it, he did play dirty, that wasn't very nice either, he brutally attacked Gokudera while he was unsuspected and he regretted that headbutt because his head was painfully pounding right now. The blood dripped down slowly so it wasn't so bad but Mitobe was going to reconsider using his head to hit someone.

"Do what you can to win Hayato~ Using your surroundings~"

"I'm not an object!"

Mitobe gave a mocking victory sign, Gokudera pulled out more dynamite and shouted some curse to the bespectacled boy, Mitobe replied with a few quirky comments and hid behind Tsuna using him as a meat shield. The boy screamed for his life but Mitobe wouldn't let him go, as expected the right hand man put away his weapons since he didn't want to hurt his boss.

"Sorry about that." Mitobe apologized as they were being patched up in the clinic.

"Tch! That was dirty, next time I won't let you off so easy!" Gokudera shouted back furiously shaking his fist to make a point.

"Next time?"

"Damn straight! I'll see through your dirty tricks and I'll show the Tenth how strong I am!"

"A next time means that you think I'm a slightly worthy opponent right?" Mitobe asked looking on the bright side of things.

"Yeah right you creepy ass Stalker Dog!"

"I'm not a stalker."

"Like hell you aren't!"

"Hehehe...~"

"Don't just laugh it off!"

Mitobe stayed over with his mother on the weekend so he ended up crashing at her place, his alarm went of at six reminding him to go on his morning jog. Mitobe left a note and ran in Gym shorts, a big T shirt and a jacket, he wanted to catch the sunrise, and the best place to see it was at Namimori Middle. If he was lucky Hibari won't be there since was still in the hospital, he ran in the direction of the school remembering when to turn and what street to cross. Mitobe looked at the school trying to catch his breath. The Reporter sneaked into the buildings, he could see the orange hue peeking over the building and hurried to the roof careful not to trip on the stairs.

He opened the door slightly and looked around the roof still trying to catch his breath. He pushed his glasses up and walked out into the golden rays that was beginning to settle into the sky.

"Herbivore."

SHIT

Mitobe turned around slowly to the source of the noise hoping that he's delusional, but alas, he was not. He was greeted with a tonfa pressed against his throat as his back hit the fence and was the only things keeping him of falling to his death. Hibari looked really pissed, he was even angrier than usual, Mitobe gulped and stared back at the Prefect. There was so many things he could be mad at him for...Trespassing, not bringing him Tonkatsu, making him meet with Nori, being himself.

"Good morning?" Mitobe greeted nervously unsure what to say as the Prefect continue to glare him down.

Mitobe didn't say anything, it was the fear, that's what he agreed on, that's why his heart was beating fast, he was scared.

"I thought you were being released next week..." Mitobe thought out loud, the Prefect's face didn't change if anything he got even angrier but Mitobe was use to the one sided conversation with him.

"I heard Nori visited you." Mitobe winced when the tonfa dig deeper into his neck, he let out a small choke but kept talking.

"She was really upset..."

No answer as usual. "How predictable..." he thought.

"I don't care Herbivore."

"Are you mad because I forced you to meet her?"

Hibari smacked him on the head with his other Tonfa as an answer so he knew that was one of the reason.

"Are you angry because I didn't visit and bring you food?" Mitobe brought a hand up and push the Tonfa away slightly, he didn't get very far...

"Sorry, I had a lot of work..." He lied

It seems the Skylark always seem to know when he's lying, it was kind of irritating, he felt like he couldn't get away with anything.

"Kyoya?" Hibari let go of him and allowed Mitobe to breath, the Reporter while grateful was confused. he brought up a hand to feel his throat, he knew it wasn't going to leave a scar but it hurt like hell.

"Why are you here? Trespassing is against the rules."

Mitobe turned to the fence looking over the city, the sun was rising slowly, the giant glowing orb of light lit up everything it touched and announced a new day.

"I wanted to watch the sunrise. I didn't expect to find you here though."

"Hn...Your an idiot Herbivore." Hibari mused as he stood behind Mitobe looking at the rising sun along with the so call Stalker Dog.

"I get straight A's! Why does everyone call me an idiot!" Mitobe whined childishly. If judging by intelligence then he was pretty smart, not as much as Gokudera, he has to study for it and cram the information in his head and memorize every details of it. It was a pain but it saved him a lecture from his old man.

Hibari didn't say anything after that, which was predictable. Mitobe continue to watch the sun rise, he couldn't see this where he lived now. The buildings were too tall and his school was to short.

The orange hue covered the sky mixing in colors of yellow and pink. It was moments like this that he appreciated, even if neither of them was talking, the silence was comfortable. Just being around the Prefect was enough to make him happy, they didn't need to talk or touch or socialize. Being in the same room was enough for him, as pathetic as it sounds.

A smile made it's way to his face but he covered it by pushing up his glasses and by the time he shoved his hands in his pockets it was gone.

Hibari hated crowding, all those Herbivores are always too loud and they talk too much, never knowing when to stop. They loiter and make it cramp and difficult to maneuver. Hibari did not like to be held down, he did not like to be contained and he did not like to be trapped. He as surprised when Nori confessed to him, it was his first. His reputation usually kept people away and they were even too scare to approach him let alone all fall in love with him, love was for the weak, it was for Herbivore. It was an emotion that kept you grounded and take away your freedom because you're expected to stay with one person at a time. Hibari had no time for things like that, he was strong, he was independent. He was Hibari Kyoya. He had no need for love, it was for Herbivores, and yet when he looked at the Herbivore standing next to him he didn't really mind being in the same room. Masato Mitobe never had much of a strong presence, he looked like a normal person, some one that could hide in a crowd and it'd it difficult to try and find them. If the Reporter would stop forcing one sided conversations onto the Prefect, then you'd hardly ever notice that he was even there.

It didn't matter, he was still a Herbivore, some one that wasn't worth his attention, but he knows, the prefect knows well about the training the baby have been giving him. He saw the Herbivore went one on one with Yamamoto Takeshi and Gokudera Hayato. Masato Mitobe was quick on his feet and his agility was impressive, he's been getting stronger but not strong enough for the skylark's acknowledgement.

Kyoya looked over to the boy, he had his fingers now tangled in the fence looking out to the sunrise with a blank expression, it was unusual for him to stay quiet for long especially around the Skylark and he knew that well, after all Mitobe was an open book.

The Prefect never noticed it before, but the Herbivore was pretty pale, he was short and can easy go unnoticeable, Hibari was sure if you look away long enough then the smaller would fade away and disappear.

"Gosh! Kyoya! Are you still glaring?" Miotbe cried nervously noticing the intense gaze he was receiving. Was he glaring this whole time?! "Is he that mad?!" Of course the so called Herbivore couldn't read mind so he had no idea of what went on in the older boy's head.

"Want to get some sushi? My treat~! Will that make up for me skipping those daily visits?" Mitobe offered as he nervously scratched behind his head. It sounded like he was asking Kyoya out on a date, which petrified him.

Hibari's glare worsened and he hit Mitobe hard in the stomach with his tonfa sending the boy to the ground before kicking him harshly.

"At eight then? That's when they open..." Mitobe winced as he sat up holding his injury. It was cute though, the thought of the almighty Kyoya acting like a child and pouting because he forgot/refused/didn't want to visit. Mitobe got wrapped up in his own fantasies sometimes, but he will not deny that he didn't find those punches endearing.

Not that anyone could tell but he felt like they were lighter than usual, it still hurt like hell, but it wasn't as strong as it was on the first day when they met. He noticed the small things, like Hibari purposely aimed one inch below his ribs avoding the bones. It was slightly thoughtful, or maybe he was over thinking it, but as always he went with the selfish choice.

The sun was fully in the sky floating on the blue canvas that was decorated dearly with clouds of all kinds stretching and moving to the breeze. It was peaceful, there wasn't a lot of cars since Namimori was a small town and you can get to stores just by walking unlike Hiroyuki, it was a bigger town, full of people trying to make money and debt collectors taking it away.

"It should be about seven..." Mitobe muttered from his spot, pulling out his phone to check. He got a few emails from his manga subscriptions so he made a mental note to read them later, Hibari was up on the water cylinder again, probably sleeping. Mitobe wondered why he's always napping and sleeping, even when they were going to school together. He caught the Prefect sleeping in the reception room, roof top, bleachers. Did he not sleep at night, or does he just have an irregular sleeping schedule? Mitobe wasn't sure if he should leave or not, would Hibari be angry if he woke up and he's gone? or does he think him being here is a bother and is disturbing his sleep? Did he even agree to their little rendezvous?

Mitobe was too cowardly to go check so he stayed in the same spot in the same position for an hour. He didn't want to take the chance and wake the Prefect up by moving, last time he did that he was kicked to the ground and almost choked to death. The Reporter sat in the same position ignoring the fact that his legs are numbed and scrolled through the latest chapter of his story. Mitobe let out a loud girly screech when he felt a painful object hitting him hard from behind. He fell over crying in agony as he felt a pain shot up his unresponsive legs.

"Kyoya! Was that necessary?!" Mitobe asked trying to get up but falling every time, he reached for his phone and put it back in his pocket.

"Get up Herbivore, I'm hungry."

"Kyoya...I can't move..." Mitobe said with an additional amount of drama.

"Why not?" The Prefect asked not really caring.

Mitobe sniffed and gave a pathetic teary eye look "My foot fell asleep..."

Hibari gave him a glare, Mitobe was about to apologize but he noticed a small yellow bird on Hibari's head, he held in a laugh but couldn't stop looking at it.

"Get up. Herbivore."

Mitobe laughed nervously using his arms to push him up, the Reporter stood up but fell down again quickly with a girlish scream.

"Like I said...my legs are numb..."

Hibari gave an irritated sigh and kicked the shorter boy's legs.

"What are you doing?!" Mitobe screamed painfully.

"It's how you get rid of it."

"Can't you just wait until the blood start flowing?!"

"Too much time."

Mitobe cried as he felt his legs being kicked again, when your legs fall asleep and someone decided to be a jerk and lick them, it feels like there are thousand of needles streaming through your veins, it's torture.

"Up..." The Prefect commanded to the shaking boy who collapsed on the floor whimpering pathetically.

TakeSushi was empty since thy just opened, Yamamoto's father invited the two boys in with a smile, one that parallel his son.

"Mitobe! Haven't seen you in a while boy!" The man said giving a manly pat on the the bespectacled boy.

"Haha, sorry about that, city apart and I still crave to eat your sushi." Mitobe joked ignoring the painful feeling on his back, for an old man he was really strong.

"Have a seat, and I'll come to take your order ahahaha." The chef said as he walked behind the counter.

Hibari was already sitting at a table ignoring Mitobe and Tsuyoshi, the Prefect crossed his legs gracefully and looked through the menu with his usual frown.
Mitobe sat down on the opposite side of the table unzipping his jacket since it was getting hot and laid it on his lap.

"Do you know what you want Kyoya?" Mitobe asked taking an extra menu that was placed neatly in the corner of the table. Of course he didn't get an answer, but he was used to it. He was in the mood for fatty tuna...TakeSushi had good prices and the food was amazing, the sushi was nice and fresh and the meat is always tender.

"I wonder if Takeshi is up yet..." Mitobe mumbled to himself taking out his phone and typed a message to his friend. He was still sore from yesterday, did Takeshi ever give him a run for his money. Before he could press send his cellphone was smoothly taken out of his hand, glancing up he saw the prefect with an irritated expression tucking the phone into his pant's pocket.

"Don't you know it's rude to text when you're eating?" The Prefect notified.

"But we haven't even ordered yet..."

As he said that Tsuyoshi came by with a notepad, the both of them ordered and then the man left to make their orders.

"Can I have my phone back?" Mitobe asked cautiously as he leaned on his hand, the other in his pocket fingering his precious switchblade.

"No."

The dog didn't bother asking anymore, but he was a bit irritated, taking his stuff without permission was rude and he did not appreciate it. Before he could even get angry at Hibari a thought came to his mind that made his heart tingle." Was he jealous that I wasn't paying attention to him?"

Mitobe chuckled at the thought earning a raised eyebrow from the Prefect. He took off his glasses and cleaned it with the hem of his shirt trying to find something to keep him occupied for the time being. Another man came and delivered their Sushi along with drink, Habari had green tea while Mitobe had black tea. He always did prefer a bit of a bitter taste, like coffee without sweetener or dark chocolate.

Breakfast for the duo was quiet and peaceful, until Mitobe's phone rang disturbing that silence. The prefect ignored it the first time but it ranged again, Mitobe took a sip of his tea before asking. "Can you get that?"

The Prefect only shook his head and ate another piece of sushi. Mitobe frowned when the phone rang again, the constant noise was getting annoying, Hibari took it out of his pocket and turned it off and returned it to it's previous place.

Mitobe thought it was quite cute, the Prefect taking his phone away, was he really jealous of the lack of attention? Just when the Reporter thought he couldn't get any cuter he was proved wrong. Hibari Kyoya was a difficult man to get along with, he was constantly looking down on people, the perfect mix of wrath and pride. He doesn't give anyone a second look and he doesn't care who he hurt to get to the top. It doesn't help that he's fearsome and tend to beat everyone up who oppose him. Mitobe while admitting the man was frustrating can't help but wonder of he feel lonely all alone up at the top. Mitobe knows he can never be as strong as the Prefect, but he was content with admiring from below.

Nori laid in her bed, the moon was in the sky announcing the that night have taken over and the day was near over. Her Sunday was the same as it always is, piano lesson, doing homework, and a few hours to herself which she uses to read her books. Her feelings for the Prefect haven't yet disappear, it's painful to know she can't stand on par with him. She consider herself an elite. She was smart, beautiful, and had many skills, but that didn't seem to matter to Hibari she didn't know how Mitobe did it, it was obvious the man of her affection did not treat her friend kindly, and he was looked down upon yet he still stay by the Prefect's side. Nori understand that sometime love doesn't turn out well, but she never expected it to be this painful. Her chest swelled and she wanted to cry again, but she knew Mitobe was right. Kyoya was no good for her, she barely know anything about him and they simply weren't compatible.

She turned to her side and buried her face in her blanket remembering her friend's words and couldn't help but feel guilty and rude for asking of such rude request from him.

"But let me tell you a secret~"

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"I like Kyoya too."

Hi guys~! Did you enjoy the chapter? So a lot of people seem to agree that Mitobe should have Mist flames, which I think fits him very well~ And the majority that voted wants Hibari to end up together, so they will, because I'm spoiling you.
They went on a "date" if you'd like to call it that, and Nori is backing down and Mitobe finally said it out loud, just to the wrong person...

I tried some stuff from Hibari's point of view, of course he's not fond of Mitobe yet, but you know, he's getting there, being in the same room without a fight is close enough.

Review time~! I love this part the most because hearing from you guys make me squeal happily before actually getting some work done.

Xejis: I'm glad you like the small details, they do help a lot with the development. I'm happy to hear that I haven't butchered Hibari's character QAQ He is hard to work with, but that's why I like the developments, they work for him instead of rushing things. I feel bad about Nori, because I get really attach to my characters, and you know, she's the one with the painful love experience so I'm sure we all know how that feel at one point. As for the future arc, well, obviously Mitobe will not be going to the future since he has no place, but then we'll get to see his future self! YAY! I'm thinking of killing him, but of course with the change in the future and Byakuran changing is ways thanks to Uni in the past when they get back it means that there will be another parallel universe so Mitobe will either live longer or die younger, but chances are he'll live. Hearing from you is a pleasure as always~

Redthorn13: Good to hear from you again~! Mitobe will die in the future but he won't really die in the new future that have been created since Tsuna saved it like the super awesome boss that he is~ I really want more fluffy chapters too~ So I'm planning them, kind of...Well I'm just winging it as I go actually, hehe ^^ I'll try to update regularly, usually one chapter a day or every two...unless I get lazy. I'm happy to hear from you as always~!

Mangalover123blue: Thank you I'm glad you enjoyed it, it makes it just as rewarding hearing from you.

Pineapple Fairy King: You have the best name ever! No seriously, you are awesome cool name. He will have a mist flames since you are so passionate about it~ ;D I think those are wonderful reasons by the way, I'm grateful you enjoy the story and I hope to hear from you soon as well!

Message to everyone who still reads this:

Thank you for staying with me until this long. I know there are a lot of mistakes in the previous chapters and I my self aren't really fond of anything until after chapter four, but if you overlooked my mistakes and stayed with me this far, thank you so much! I'm going to go back and fix some grammar since I did this first three on word pad...I know I'm so ashamed...