Nori moved away not more than a week ago, the twins packed their things and board their planes with their parents, Mitobe was the only one left, summer never was his favorite season, the sun was stronger than it's suppose to be, the air conditioner gives out leaving the room feeling hot and uncomfortable. It was uneventful, he didn't enjoy it at all, his mom took him and Misaki to the beach once but he didn't like it. Too much flesh and not enough covered skin but it's not like he can refuse Misaki's request to go swimming, he practically dragged the older boy there. He heard Tsuna's family went to Mafia Land, at least that's what he could tell from the email, of course he was invited he was their friends after all. After a long discussion with Malissa and his father, they both agreed that going to Mafia land was too far away and they did not trust him enough to let him leave, which Mitobe thought was quiet idiotic considering they didn't know him well enough to know he was in the freaking mafia.

The wedding planner came by at least twice a week, Malissa made all the choices and his father listened like a servant to his mistress. Mitobe stayed in his room the whole time not caring in particular what they planned, the theme as they put it was "White Clarity" Everything to be white for the purity of their love, though how pure can a love be when you stole a married man. It was going to be held in Hiroyuki, Mitobe got the okay to invite his friends, no limits since his father didn't want to displease his son, and face it, Mitobe was a pompous brat that liked to be spoiled.

"What do you think? I like this color better..." Malissa asked as she showed him a pallet of colors, ranging from eggshell white to porcelain doll white, they all looked the same to the boy, this is the thirtieth question she asked him and every time he would point to a random on and leave it at that. He could tell his dad is edgy, Mitobe haven't said much to him but the old man feel like his son was going to explode and do something reckless. It made him nervous but Mitobe had no plan of such, he was simply going to sit back and watch this unfold and slowly burn down.

Tsuna have yet to return and Mitobe was terribly bored with out him and the rest of the gang. He did visit Namimori more often now since he had time, he met up with Ryohei at least two times so far, each time the man tried to get him to do something extreme and tried to convince him to join the boxing club. Despite being so loud and hyper all the time, Ryohei had a certain mature charm to him, usually hidden by his outrageous behavior.

Up until now, Mitobe have never use his new switchblade because he feels like he'll be cheating on his old one, but he was always sentimental. It stayed in it's neat little box and hidden in his closet under a box of clothes, just too be sure. He wasn't sure how Malissa and his dad would react to seeing their "son" using such dangerous weapon.

Malissa have been trying harder to be on his good side, but he never fully let the mom comment slip away, he appreciated the effort and understood that it was important for them to get along, she acted like a grown up and didn't belittle him, but he needed space, so when she invited him to go suit shopping, he wasn't surprise.

The unusual duo made their way down to the shopping district of Namimori since Hiroyuki didn't have many tailors, there were a lot of auto mechanic, grocery stores, and restaurant though.

"This is my first time in Namimori." She confessed as they walked down the streets, she stood out from the crowd because of her blonde hair so it wasn't hard to stay focus on her. The woman shined in the light, her pale color pallet made her glow, but since Mitobe had dark black hair and pale skin, it made him look like he came out of a horror movie.

"Namimori is nice." Mitobe muttered holding silent appreciation for the Prefect, he never did thank Hibari for bringing him back to Tsuna's house.

"Mmm~! We should try to get a snack later, maybe a cake shop? You know any god one?" Malia looked down at him her red lips pulled into a smile.

Mitobe thought about it remembering he place Kyoko and Haru took him to and mumbled a small "Yeah."

The two went to a tuxedo shop trying to find Mitobe a good suit, even though he liked to dress up occasionally, he preferred things like a white collar shirt with a tie and vest, sometimes topped with a sweater, but a full blown suit was going over board. It was for a formal event but he really prefer not going, too bad that wasn't in the agreement. As the boy walked down the street with the woman he went over his multiplication table to keep calm, it was annoying him how she couldn't sense his distress, was it that hard to know how uncomfortable he was right now?

Before Mitobe could tell what happened, Shamal was in front of Malissa with a smile trying to charm her. Mitobe watched in amusement as the doctor pulled out some lame flirts.

"I'm married~ Sorry." Malissa laughed and showed him her ring.

Shamal frowned and looked over noticing Mitobe.

"Heh...You're Asuna's son right?" Shamal asked, he should have known the doctor wouldn't remember his name, but how did he know his mother's.

"Yes." He answered curtly, once again he fingered his switchblade rubbing out the luck it held.

The doctor smiled and pat the boy on the head like a dog and left though not without sending a flirty wink to Malissa. Mitobe fixed his hair with a frown, it was annoying how people keep treating him like an animal, the Reporter mentally cursed at Gokudera for placing the unfortunate nickname of Stalker Dog upon him.

"How many more do I need to try on?" Mitobe asked as he walked out of the changing room in a suit, this was the fourth one and the blonde woman refuse to pick just one so he had to try in all of them. Mitobe loosen his tie a bit and looked at himself in the mirror, messy mop of hair and glasses frames that were too big. The only different was that he was wearing a black suit with a white collar shirt and a forest green tie.

"You look so handsome~!" She complimented taking a good look at the boy before telling him to turn around for her to see all the angles. The boy did as he was told but the suit got rejected and he had to get another one to try on. He was annoyed, the sale assistant was annoyed, the other customers were annoyed. Mitobe changed into another suit, though he didn't see the difference in any of them, Malissa claimed it was a woman's thing. They left the shop with two bags since she decided to get Mitobe some extra collar shirt and tie along with a suit that she deem was worthy, but Mitobe could have swore she picked the first suit he wore.

"Where's that cake shop? We could get something to eat." She suggested holding the bags in both hands.

"Should be around the corner..." Mitobe muttered as he fastened his pace leaving the woman behind him. She was slower in her high heels , Mitobe didn't understand why she was so obsessed with her looks, she didn't have to try that hard, she'll be having blisters by the end of the day. The shop was as he remembered it, it was pink, girly, and reeked of sugar poisoning. They took a seat next to a window, Malissa across from him, they ordered their cakes and ate to their own pace, Malissa kept talking and it made him want to stuff the remaining cake on his plate in her mouth just to shut her mouth up for a minute. His phone rang and he pulled it out to check, turns out it was just a spam email for loosing weight. Mitobe looked up to the woman and gave her a sad apologizing look as he lied smoothly. "I' sorry, please excuse me. I have to take this." He walked out of the shop and stood by the door pretending to be talking as he left. Malissa of course had no idea that Mitobe lied to he face.

The Reporter stood outside the door leaning on the wall casually with is hand in his pocket the other on his phone. He stole a few glance at Malissa in case she grew suspicious, people walked past him ignoring him completely. It was already five minutes but he didn't want to go back inside, another five minutes past making it a total of ten. The boy walked back inside thinking of way to lie to this woman, he got back to his table and Malissa already paid and the table was cleared. "Something wrong?" She asked a little concern since he took so long.

"Sorry about that, my friend lost his pet, I was wondering if I may go help look for it. You can go home first, I'll head over to my mom's afterward anyway."

The woman didn't catch his lie and nodded, she grabbed the bags and headed for the station while Mitobe pretended to call his "friend". She waved a goodbye before she left and for once Mitobe didn't feel bad about lying to her.

He roamed the streets of Namimori with no particular destination in mind. He wasn't in the mood to see his mother since she volunteered to teach summer school. Misaki was probably over at his friend's house, he's getting to the age where he started liking girls, hopefully he'll pick an easier catch than someone like Hibari.

Mitobe took out his phone scrolling though the contact until he found Hibari's name, he still hesitated with pressing call but manage to gather enough courage to do so. The phone rang and he heard them being connected, on the other side he heard Hibari answered, his voice was deeper and slightly sleepy, like he just woke up. "What is it Herbivore?"

"Hello, Kyoya. I'm in town. Want to hang out?"

"You woke me up for this?" the Prefect was clearly irritated, Mitobe could hear the poison in his voice.

"How was I suppose to know you're asleep?" Came Mitobe brilliant reply.

"Hn...I don't want to waste my time with Herbivores..."

"Then invest it instead~ I'm guessing your on the roof top again?"

"Hn."

"I'll be over, I'll bring food."

The Prefect have yet to refuse food from the Reporter and it made him wonder if he even ate all that much. Hibari was slim and his frame was slender, for someone of his age he was stronger than most people bigger than he was. No better word was better for the man. Mitobe walked towarded the store to get some food, sandwiches, water, and other small snacks. After a long wait in the line waiting to be checked out, Mitobe received a text message from Hibari telling him to hurry up before he get bitten. Mitobe knew they weren't lovers, far from it, they weren't friends, they weren't acquaintance, so the only category left was schoolmates. Can't be comrade since they never fought together...Mitobe blew away the bad thoughts and exited the store before heading toward the school unable to hide the eagerness in his steps as he was about to meet the Prefect.

The Skylark was starting to lose his patient. It's been roughly twenty-five minutes and that mutt haven't arrived yet, he would know he's been staring at the gate for five minutes. He questioned his action, he didn't know why he even said yes to the invitation let alone wait for the kid. He didn't stand out and he was weak, there wasn't anything special about him really,other than his unhealthy obsession with the Prefect. Hibari found that disgusting, he already labeled the boy as a Herbivore, so there was no changing it. They were not friends, they were not even acquaintance. Yet the bespectacled boy stayed loyal to Hibari for reasons unknown, he didn't particularly hate his presence, it was barely noticeable. The boy was weird, he acts like everything mattered and yet nothing at all, he was like a finished puzzle but it's all faded and you can't tell the image, like a ghost in between existing and not at all. It was frustrating, Hibari Kyoya did not understand why it was hard to wrap his head around his stalker, even when he was in front of the Prefect.

The door opened and said boy walked onto the roof, the sun shined was shining bright as it is every dreadful summer day, hearing the noise the Prefect got up from his spot on the cylinder containing the water and looked down to see the Reporter below. He didn't say anything, or rather he didn't need to. Seeing the Disciplinary Committee President, a smile presented itself on Mitobe's face stretching widely on his skin. The Prefect could still see the scars and bruises from their previous fight, most covered in bandages and slowly healing while others stood out before fading into the pale skin.

"Kyoya~!" The Stalker Dog greeted waving his hand looking up to where Hibari was, the Prefect jumped down not even bothering to use the stairs.

Mitobe scratched behind his head nervously as he apologized for being late, Hibari, unsympathetic as ever kicked him from behind making the bespectacled loose his balance and stumble but not enough to fall.

"You're late." Hibari stated with irritation laced in his voice.

Mitobe laughed it off and walked over to the Prefect boldly with out a trace of fear and dug around in his bag before presenting the older male with a sandwich.

"Sorry, the line was long."

Hibari ignored his excuse and took the sandwich from his hand, unfolding the paper and started eating as he leaned against the fence.

Mitobe ate his food silently sitting by the Prefect's feet obediently looking down on the floor below. It was empty since no one but Hibari would want to stay at school during summer. The Prefect glanced over at the smaller boy, he could tell something was off, usually the mutt would have started a one sided conversation by now but he only remain silent and nibble on his food with a platonic expression.

The Skylark turned his head back to the city below, their little meeting was quiet, neither of them spoke and Hibari could not help but find the silent unsettling. Like the calm weather before the on coming storm. Mitobe pulled out a bottle of water tapping it lightly against Hibari's hand without looking directly at him, the Prefect took it without a thank you. They put their trash in the plastic bag and reside on the hard concrete floor, Hibari used his jacket as a pillow while Mitobe sat with his knees to his chest and rested his arms around his legs to keep them in place. Hibari didn't miss the far of gaze, the smaller boy was obviously thinking about something he could never understand. It wasn't his job to baby sit the mutt so he had no intention of doing so, as long as Mitobe stayed quiet and behave then he will allow him to be in the same room, of course with a respectable amount of space between them.

The Reporter took a sip of this water with the bottle lingering on his lips lightly, Hibari was annoyed by this weak attempt to look lethargic , Mitobe was not known for with holding his emotions and staying quiet. To see the Stalker Dog act this way seemed weak and pathetic to the Prefect, Hibari grabbed his bottle and threw it at Mitobe's head resulting in the boy flinching and then screaming while holding his head. He turned around to Hibari with a pissed off expression and demanded "What the hell was that for?! I wasn't even doing anything!"

The Prefect sat up from his spot and glared at the boy who immediately shut up.

"Spit it out Herbivore, obviously something is bothering you."

Mitobe was a bit shock by the sudden declaration, his eyes widen in shock but regained his composure and pushed up his glasses.

"Nothing, really."

The Prefect gave a fearsome glare.

Mitobe sighed in defeat and scratched his head nervously looking at his shoes.

"My dad is getting remarried." He admitted.

Hibari raised an eyebrow waiting for the boy to continue.

"He wants me to go to the wedding."

"I don't see how that can make you depressed. You do like the crowds."

"I'm not depressed!"

The Skylark didn't say anything. He always had a way of telling when the Herbivore was lying, he didn't have a method, it was just instinct, or rather an educated guess.

"I just need to get away from it...So could we not talk?"

Mitobe buried his head in his arms and rested on his knee hiding his flustered face. Why did he have to say it so weakly? Surely he's being looked down upon right now.

Hibari didn't push the topic, he knew it was not his place and even he could sense the atmosphere. Did the Herbivore seriously come to him for comfort? That was a bad mistake considering Kyoya didn't know how to deal with people as it is, but he's guessing Mitobe knew that.

The Prefect fell asleep, but the dog was still awake the sun was setting painting the sky in a warm canvas. Looking over to his side, Kyoya was passed out with the yellow bird under his chin and arm covering his eyes from the light. He had elegant fingers, ones like spider threads, long and thin. The Reporter leaned down to make sure he was sleeping, his breath was even and his chest moved up and down slowly as each breath was let out. He never noticed it was Hibari had a strange scent. It wasn't a bad scent, it was interesting, a mix of sweat and warmth but how can Mitobe describe warmth? He could not feel it, yet he could smell it. It was a similar smell to an animal wrapped in a blanket and the smell it gave off was warm yet sweet at the same time. Like fresh coffee on a Sunday morning or fresh washed comforters as strange as it sounds. The Prefect shifted and Mitobe took his chance to leave before he get caught in another unfortunate one sided fight.

Mitobe stood up from his spot tapping his foot slightly to make sure it's awake and grabbed the plastic bag of trash, he opened the door making sure not to creak and left as quick as the setting sun. He made his way down the stairs and out of the building disposing of the plastic bag in a garbage can and left the campus unaware that the Prefect was watching from the roof.

"I've picked out a dress, have you gotten your suit yet?"

Mitobe looked up from his chowder and nodded with no interest.

"Don't be so down son, it'll be okay, you're getting a family." She smiled a sad smile, a smile of long forgotten tears and anguish.

"You're my family!" Mitobe argued. His mom stirred her spoon in her food and tapped her foot under the table.

"Family is not limited to blood."

"Malissa will never be acknowledged as a mother to me."

"At least try to look happy on their special day, how many friends have you invited?"

"None."

"Not yet huh?"

"What about Hibari?"

"I haven't written my will yet..."

The elderly woman let out a laugh and held her son's hands in her's tenderly.

"Bring some friends, if you don't like to treat it as a wedding then treat it as a party."

"I don't want to see it..." The eldest son groaned but didn't resist when his mom pull him forward placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Eat your sinner, Misaki will want to play after his bath."

Mitobe did as his mother commanded and helped her with the dishes, by the time they were done Misaki came out with his hair wet and sticking in different directions looking like a porcupine.

The two brothers played on their game consoles and later turned in for the night, their mother bid them good night and shut the door. The moonlight outside creep into the room through the thin curtains faintly lit up the walls and outlined the furniture.

"Hey, Mitobe." Misaki nudged his brother's face slightly to get his attention.

"What is it?" Mitobe answered fully awake.

"How's dad?"

"He's fine, he's going to get remarried."

"Oh...To Malissa right?"

"Yeah."

"I miss it when dad was here..."

"Me too."

"Mom's been crying you know...A few nights ago I found her sobbing in the kitchen."

Miotbe turned to his side to get a better look at his brother waiting for him to continue with his story.

"Other kids have been making fun of me. They're calling me names...They called me a bastard child."

"It's not completely wrong...You don't have a dad."

"But you do, and you're my brother, so your dad is my dad to right?"

Mitobe waited for a minute organizing his words carefully before speaking.

"A man who cheats on his wife is not a father to any children. He's only related to us by blood."

"I wonder if he feels bad about it. I want him to, I want him to feel really bad...I know it's not nice but I want to see him cry and suffer the way mom suffer..."

"Me too...But mom wouldn't be happy then, she doesn't want us to hate him."

"It's hard though..."

"Think of it this way, he's not worthy of your attention. Turn that hate into affection for someone you like okay? Like mom."

"Okay..."

Mitobe pat his brother on the head and pulled a blanket over them, it was stupid for him to think Misaki wasn't hurt, he's the youngest and he's probably confused about it more than Mitobe, he was old enough to accept these things, but it must be hard on Misaki to not have a father.

Miotbe refuse to go back to his father's the next day not in the mood to see the happy couple in their little love bubble. They were going to have an American wedding rather than a traditional Japanese one, but Mitobe have never been to an American wedding before so he at least had something to look forward mother left for summer school to tutor and Misaki went over to his friend's house, Mitobe stayed at home in the coolness of the living room on his laptop as always playing a MMORPG. Currently he was a level thirty gunner on a quest from the queen to stay the Bansnerfleth, monster that destroyed four villages and an ally's castle. Entertaining as it was Mitobe couldn't fully focus on it, his mind kept going back to the wedding which kept reminding him to invite some friends to keep him company and out of site, it'll also give him an excuse to ignore to newly wed.

Annnnnnnnnd then he died...Mitobe groaned and respawned his character and gave the quest another go.

Who could he invite? There was Tsunayoshi, Hayato, Takeshi, Ryohei though they aren't close, then there was Lambo, but he was afraid for the grenades. Kyoya was out of the question since he didn't like crowding so Mitobe didn't bother to ask, no use in asking knowing that he'll get rejected.

A scenario came to mind that made him chuckle slightly as he killed one of the Bansnerfleth's minions. It was perfect, the wedding, the bride in white, her groom in his suit, the apathetic son in the crowd hiding his scowl. And right as the couple was going to say I do...Mitobe slaps Lambo on the head and throws him to the ground, making the boy cry and start throwing grenades everywhere, and then Gokudera will yell at him and throw some dynamite while Tsuna try to calm him down, Ryohei will join the fight and Yamamoto will laugh it off and slice the objects coming his way...The wedding will be ruined and they'll all live a happy ever after. If only it was that easy, Mitobe will get yelled at and then he'll have to explain why his friends have such dangerous weapons and then explain why he's in the mafia.

It was too much work and simply too much trouble, besides the chances of that happening perfectly as he imagined would be below the scale of .oo1%. Mitobe pressed the buttons on his computer furiously using all his HP potions and destroyed half of his arsenal trying to kill the monster. Good news, he got enough experience to move up a level, bad news...He needs to buy more potions and fix his weapons. He got a few rare items but they weren't of his category so he'll have to sell it.

Bored.

Very bored.

The Reporter paused his game and pulled out his phone. No update, no messages, no calls. He was tempted to go see Hibari but with what happened yesterday he didn't have the chance. Out of everyone he knew, he really wanted Hibari to come to the wedding, he'll need the mental support. Unfortunately he knew better so he didn't dare ask. With a groan he leaned back into the couch and hung his head looking to the ceiling with a blank stare. There was nothing to do, at least with Misaki here he could play games with an actual person beside him.

Shutting the laptop off Mitobe took off his glasses and cleaned them, a habit he developed when he didn't have anything to do, he once did it through out an entire class since the teacher was going over a lesson he already knew. He wanted to train, but Reborn was gone...So was Yamamoto and Gokudera, he didn't have any nerve to spar against Hibari. Ryohei was here but he was too loud and Mitobe felt inferior to the boxer, he had abs and muscles while Mitobe was lanky and flimsy...

Masato Mitobe was lonely, craving some kind of human company. Maybe he should get a dog, but he'll forget to feed it...

"Come on Kyoya~ Let's hang out!" Miotbe begged on the other side of the line. Hibari leaned back on his couch and let out an annoyed sigh from the request and frowned.

"Herbivore, you call me when I'm sleeping one more time and I will bite you to death."

"Kyoya...We went over this. If you bite me I will lick you."

Hibari never got over that ridiculous reply, but that only make him more of a mutt.

"Stalker Dog..." The Prefect mumbled slightly amused as a yellow bird flew through the opened window and onto the table by the Disciplinary Committee President.

"H-How did you even get that name! Seriously, can you stop calling me that..."

It wasn't usual for the Herbivore to stutter, but that made it so much more amusing for Hibari, the black hair boy smirked and scoffed.

"You are in no place to give me orders..."

"Does that mean you want to come over?"

"Stop calling me every time you get bored."

"Ky~o~ya~!"

"Herbivore, the next time I see you I'll bit you to death."

"Then I'll lick you."

"Just like a mutt."

The Prefect got no reply from his sassy little comment. He heard some uncomfortable shuffle and then the Reporter replied.

"Hang on, don't hang up I'm trying to think of a good comeback..."

"Hn. Stop wasting my time."

The Prefect snapped his phone shut. He closed his eyes and returned to sleep, his yellow bird stayed quiet and flew over the the sleeping boy scooting under his chin.

After a good ten minutes of trying to find a good come back Mitobe shouted "I'm a PUREBRED!" Only to realized that Hibari hung up a long time ago while he was deep in thought.

"THAT JERK! I finally thought of one too..." The bespectacled boy sulked before looking out to the window, it wasn't even noon yet, the clocked tick slowly mocking him, at least he was entertained for a while. Surely there must be more to life than this, well he was in the mafia...But the boss was away.

The switchblade user ended up sleeping the whole day away, this mother came home with Misaki and caught him on the couch. Asuna smiled and pulled a blanket over her son and made dinner, Misaki helped set up the table and gathered the utensils placing them next to the bowls and plates neatly. Mitobe woke up not too soon later and invited himself to dinner.

"How was you day?" Mitobe's mother asked him looking up from her food.

"It was boring..." Her son replied immediately taking a large bite of his dinner.

"I had a good time with Hibiki!" Misaki announced proudly.

Mitobe smiled at his brother and pushed some of his vegetables onto the younger sibling's plate.

"Mmm~ All you do is stay home, how can you expect to have any fun? Why don't you come to summer school with me? Help some kids with their math." Mitobe's mother suggested giving a polite smile, she knew her son liked kids so it's not like he'll be bothered.

"And if I get bored of that?"

"You can eave whenever you want."

The eldest son thought over it and nodded, I mean how bad can it be, he liked little children who are shorter than him and math, it was going to be okay.

"Hey mom, Satoshi is going to go to camp, can I go too?" Misaki asked nervously.

"Camp?" Mitobe questioned as he looked over to his brother.

"Yeah, he said he can drive if I go. It's from eight until five."

"If he drives I guess...I'll talk to his parents."

Misaki smiled and mumbled a " Thank you." And continue to eat his dinner.

"No, how do you not know how to add?!" This was more frustrating than Mitobe thought, maybe these kids were here for a reason...They couldn't even add right...

"But...It's hard!" the child he was helping cried irritatingly.

"Okay, okay...Let's do this again." Mitobe sighed rustling a hand through his hair. He heard his mom laugh and frowned knowing she's amused by his frustration and attempt to teach this child.

"Okay, multiplying is like adding, you keep adding more and more by the same number okay? Two plus two is four, two plus two plus two is six, how do you not understand it?"

"That's three twos..."

"Yes, now work on your problems."

The child looked at his math work book and gave it a try, Mitobe looked at the child with a deepened frown. You'd think a seven year old would learn how to multiply by now, he learned it when he was five. It took another fifteen minutes until the brat was actually done with his third problem.

Mitobe's mother came over and pat him on the back softly " Keep trying." Her son laughed nervously and mumbled "I want to leave."

After a few more attempts and explanations, the kid finally got it right, Mitobe have never been so proud!

"Good...Now work on the next five pages until you have your multiplication from one to twelve memorized." He was a horrible person and that kid was probably going to hate math for the rest of his life.

Mitobe didn't know how his mother did it, being around kids who stared off into space and dazed off during explanations. They weren't very respectful and didn't catch on fast at all, his mom was a saint...But he wasn't any better, he was just like them when he's with his teachers, but of course they were not as kind as his mother.

The last kid walked out of the class room to her parents who were in the car, she gave an energetic wave and left. Asuna packed he stuff and walked out the door with her son her arm draped around him shoulders fondly.

"How do you do this everyday?" Mitobe asked slowing down his pace for his mother's, the woman laughed joyfully and squeezed her son's shoulder.

"I thought you liked kids."

"They're very disobedient."

"Come now, you had that stage."

"I wasn't as bad..." He was worst.

"You dyed you hair..."

"I wanted to try something new."

The woman let out another laugh, her black hair flowed behind her beautifully in a neat high pony tail like finely woven thread.

"Hmm~ Have you asked any of your friends to the wedding yet?"

"No. Still."

"Aww, come now. Just try asking Hibari."

"You know he doesn't like being around crowds."

"But you're his friend, surely he'll say yes for your sake."

"We're not friends...We're schoolmates."

"Close enough, but he have been putting up with you. You're more energetic than my entire class on sugar."

Mitobe knew it was true, even he was surprised by the some what kind act the Prefect displayed but he was convince it was the food offering. The eldest son glanced at his mother from the corner of his eyes and remained silent. They walked home and she unlocked the door, classes ended at twelve so it gave them enough time for the kids and enough time to themselves.

"I'm going to rest. Take a nap, go play with your friends if you want." Asuna threw her purse on the couch and headed for her room, Mitobe shouted an agreement and checked his phone again before heading out as his mother suggested.

Mitobe arrived at Namimori Middle, the building was tall and proud as always. There was only one reason he was here, Hibari Kyoya, the Prefect, Disciplinary Committee President and self proclaim Carnivore. The bespectacled boy walked into the reception room with nostalgia filling his memories, like that wall he walked pass. It was the spot where Hibari first beat him up and left him to die, and now, the Prefect still beat him up but he had enough grace to bring the injured boy to a shelter first.

Upon arriving into the reception room he peeked inside and walked in quietly. A small smile attached itself to his face and he walked over to the couch to where the Prefect was slumbering. The Reporter leaned down on his knees looking at Hibari's sleeping face deciding whither not or he should leave and come back later, before he could make his decision he was knocked down by a tonfa and the waken Prefect sat on his with a tonfa to his neck, a fierce glare set itself on Hibari's other wise attractive face and the Reporter choke a small laugh.

"Hello...Kyoya..." came a rough reply.

"Herbivore...What have I told you about waking me up?" The Prefect lightened the pressure, just enough for Mitobe to be comfortable but not enough for him to breath easily.

"Sorry sorry...I just wanted to see you." Mitobe joked with a teasing grin.

"Hn...You should watch your mouth." Hibari use his other tonfa to push Mitobe's jaw shut preventing him from sprouting more embarrassing lines.

The Stalker Dog only smile making the Prefect annoyed, from both being disturb from his nap and the idiotic face below him. The Herbivore smelled like Vanilla, his scent wasn't overpowering but left Hibari wondering why the Herbivore would choose such a feminine cologne. It was girly, he could have at least picked a manlier scent. Hibari sneezed, perfume and cologne have always irritated his nose, he didn't have allergies but his body reacted badly to these Herbivore's invention.

"Kyoya? You okay?" The reporter asked concernedly, Hibari added more pressure onto this weapons seeing as how Mitobe can still talk.

"Hn...You wear too much cologne. It's disgusting..."

"Is it irritating you?" It was muffled and struggled but Hibari could still understand it fairly well.

Hibari wondered why Mitobe didn't resist, he just laid there grinning like an idiot and blinked in confusion. Kyoya released both his hold and the boy under him released a deep breath and a cough.

"Kyoya, can you get off?" Mitobe asked politely as he pushed the Prefect off.

"Why are you here Herbivore?" Hibari asked holding his weapon threateningly.

"Will you go to a wedding with me?"

Mitobe spitted it out quickly and smoothly, his voice wavered but other than that he acted casually. Pulling himself up from the floor and settle on the couch crossing his legs looking at the Prefect in front of him.

"No."

The Stalker Dog looked disappointed put didn't push it anymore, didn't beg for him to say yes like when he'd ask to meet up. Hibari took a seat next to the mutt remaining silent, the yellow bird flew around the room before settling itself on it's owner's head.

"Kyoya, are we not friends?" Mitobe suddenly asked turning his head the the taller boy.

"No."

"Acquaintance?"

"No."

"Schoolmate?"

"No."

"Ex- Schoolmate?"

"No."

"That makes no sense, what are we strangers?"

"You're a Herbivore."

"I'm an omnivore,according to science."

"Hn...Stalker Dog.."

"I don't stalk people!"

"You're constantly by my heel, what else are you?"

"A friend~!"

"You are not my friend..."

The smaller boy pouted and fingered his switchblade.

"You really are too cruel, Kyoya..." A small smile plastered itself on his face, Hibari could tell it wasn't a happy one, but it wasn't a sad one either. It just kind of look like he didn't care, which the Skylark found confusing, if he didn't care why did he bother asking, Hibari really hated that slightly teasing tone...He hated a lot of things about the Reporter.

His coarse language, his annoying habit of following him, his lazy attitude, his way of wearing casual formal clothes messily, the way he never tuck in his shirt, the way he wears his tie too loose, the way he respond to getting bullied, the way he didn't have a resolve, the way he was so dependent on the people around him, the way he's fearless of him, the way he's not afraid to speak his mind and yet hides it at he same time, the way he wear too much cologne, the way he seem so carefree, the way he ignores his responsibility, the way he use to cause trouble for the teacher, the way he has that lazy lop sided smirk that screamed he didn't have to prove himself to anyone, the way he accepted things so easily, the way his glasses covered 1/3 of his face, the way his hair falls messily into his frame of vision and he doesn't even bother to fix it, the way he check his phone when he's bored, the way he cleans his spotless glasses when he's nervous and the way he invites himself into Hibari's company. There probably wasn't a single thing the Skylark liked about him.

Miotbe thought differently of course, it was obvious. The Reporter like the way Hibari carried himself, his strength, his voice, his cleanliness, his beautiful blue eyes, his fighting style, his stride, his soft hair though he never felt it, his cold behavior that makes it fun to mess with him, the way carries himself, the way he's so cool, the way he never give up, his will power, his determination, his authenticity, the way he smile when he's surprised or impressed, the way cute little animals are attracted to him, the way he's actually kind without noticing it, his sense of twisted humor, the way he teases him without noticing, the way he waste his time to talk to him, the way he lightens his hit, the little things he does that he think goes unnoticed, the way he talks with confidence, the way he sleep in the middle of the day, the way he cares for Namimori, the way he's never defenseless, the cute quirks he have like the little eyebrow raise, the cute way he reacts to being ignore, the way he unconsciously demands attention, the way he watches from far away but is never uninformed, the way he's able to protect this town, the way Hibari is Hibari.

Two different point of views on two similar subject. Two different people with the same goal, to be stronger. For different purposes but the same goal none the less. Mitobe could appreciate that, he didn't mind if Hibari will verbally say he hates him because he haven't yet to give up his affection for the boy, and until his affection is gone, he won't give up on the Prefect just yet.

My browser keeps refreshing so I had to retype his twice...UUGG. I hope Hibari was still in character, I rushed the editing...a lot of you seem to like reading from his point of view so I tried...Hope I didn't butcher him. I actually hate math...so...Yay for Mitobe being different...Woo

I like the contrast of what Hibari hate about Mitobe and what Mitobe likes about Hibari, but being Mitobe is suffering.

Yay~! Review time:

Onepiecefan202: Good to hear from you again~!I haven't read any OHSHC fanfics yet but I'll make sure to give it a go! I actually ship that, along with many others...No shame. They make an interesting pairing but it work, it does work very well, I'm glad Mitobe brought you a good laugh, it makes me happy to see him being torture...I'm a bad person, but that's okay~! OvO

Xejis: Darling every time I hear from you I have to wait and scream first~ Happy birthday to your brother then~! Hurray! I'm an only child I'm sorry I can't relate to your pain XD You can thank Gokudera for his creative nicknames... ^9^ Being Mitobe is suffering~ I really can't say I hate any of my characters, I don't purposely try and make character to focus hate on but to act as a normal person and then the readers can decide, I appreciate Malissa trying even though Mitobe hates it~AFGTIRHWUH That's my head cannon too! *O* And yes, I can't wait until Mitobe gets desperate enough to use that switch blade...hehehe...I'm glad you like my way of portraying Hibari, I always feel nervous about that. And I see you noticed~ Hehe~ Yes, I brought it up in here too, Hibari is getting there...he's getting there.~

PuppetPrince: Welcome~ It's good to hear from you~ OuO, It'll be loads of fun~! If it only happened how Mitobe wanted it too...~

Jurassicness: I hope you didn't get in trouble blowing off those errands...I mean the fic will always be here...Unless someone report it and it gets taken down~ ^O^ WAHH! I'm always really scare about my writing style, and this is my first fanfic too...I'm glad you like the developments~! I too enjoy them, and I'll have something real special for your birthday~!

Redthorn13: Excuse me...TYWURUti HELLO AGAIN! WELCOME BACK MY LOVE! QvQ His training with mist flames will start during the Varia arc, and I have something REAL special planned I'm excited about it and I really hope everyone will like it too. Mitobe's not cool enough for a mist ring yet, he's too lame~ XD He'll get there. 'm glad you liked Hibari's point of view I hope to continue pleasing you in a none sexual way. And yes...Stalker Dog, being Mitobe is suffering...

Mangalover123blue: Wonderful to hear from you~! QwQ I'm glad you liked it!

As always, thank you for reviewing, I hope more of you review, it is okay to point out my flaws, I'd love to fix them and I hope you will continue this story with me. A gentle welcome to my new followers/minions/slaves/ whatever you want to call yourself~! feel free to talk to me and I will humbly reply!

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Does that work or do I have to pretend to be Tsundere? I-It's not like...I like your reviews or...an-anything! B-BAKA! eh? eh? Are you convinced now?