Mitobe opened a rickety door ignoring the creaking sound it made and entered the dark dusty room, he have grown accustomed to his habitat and was no longer bothered by it's filth. Inside the room, the sun shined through the tattered curtains that were barely hanging onto the window. An infant sat on the floor next to a bowl of fruits and blueprints, the green hair baby paid his visitor no attention but continued his work.

"Verde, I need to talk to you." The informant muttered in a demanding voice as he walked up behind the scientist, interested by the sheer determination in the taller boy's voice, he turned around to see Mitobe looming over him with a concerned expression that was usually replaced with either an amused smile or a skeptical frown.

"What is it?" The infant questioned intrigued. Mitobe sat down next to Verde carefully avoiding any important looking paper. "Do you know when you might be able to complete the machine?"

Verde raised an eyebrow, " You do realize that we have to win the representative battle first right? That was the deal, I'll help you if we win."

"I'm just asking for an estimation of the time."

"...About three or four months to gather the parts, build it, revise it, and then perfecting it."

"Is there any chance you can get it done faster?"

"Absolutely not, I'm already going over the blue plans and three months will be the quickest, and that's ONLY if we win."

Mitobe looked down to the ground and pulled his knees to his chest, Verde knew what this meant, it was a defensive reflex that most humans have, the pose was suppose to bring comfort if not protecting oneself. While Verde was a cold man who was a calculating jerk who was prepare to use people to his advantage, he also understood human emotions and how they could play for him.

Something was wrong with the illusionist and the scientist didn't know, naturally this perked his curiosity and made him want to find out the result, first he'll start with a hypothesis: Mitobe must be brooding over his lost memories, but why? Of course he was confusing but there must be more to it.

"Something wrong?"

"No."

Verde could tell it was a lie but there was no point in pressing the matter if it wasn't important, besides he wasn't a counselor. He didn't want to take care of other people's personal matter, not when he had his own to handle, he needed to get rid of this curse, he needed to return to his original self. Conducting dangerous experiments in his current puny body was a stress and burden. He didn't care what he had to do to win, he just knew he had to.

Mitobe excused himself and decided to go for a walk, on his way out Ken decided to pester him about his bad mood which only made it worst.

"Come on, what are you on you're period or something?"

"Shut up Ken, even you don't want to mess with women on their period."

"Hahaha, yeah right."

"I'd be careful, MM's been after your head."

"Like MM's a girl."

Said red head interrupted their conversation, and eventually Ken and MM got into a fight which Mukuro had to break up while Fran cheered him on in his monotone voice sarcastically. Mitobe slipped out of the base and off the grounds, if there was a fight he had faith that he could handle himself, even so he couldn't help but rub his switchblade for luck. He brought it out of his pocket and flipped it open, it had some memories, but not all of them. One thing he remembered well was his name carved elegantly into the beautiful side of the blade with great craftsmanship.

There was something bothering him, not something small like how the base smelled of mold or dirty laundry, not how MM wakes him up by smacking him on the head, not like how Ken would often steal his food, not even like how Mukuro often ignored him when he asked about himself, it was the type of bothering like seeing yourself die.

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Last night he had a dream, or so he'd like to think, but he was positive that it was a memory from when he still knew who he was. It wasn't fuzzy, not at all, it was clear but he was still watching through his eyes, he could remember how it feel, he could remember the taste of blood in his mouth, and he could remember the stillness of the scene.

He was on a wall, slouching against it for support, he couldn't see anything other than his torso and down,there were no reflective surfaces. He remembered the giant cut on his side that wouldn't stop bleeding. On the battlefield, there were bodies, dead bodies, bodies of people he couldn't remember or know, everything was covered in blood including himself.

He remembered a man, a familiar man, black hair and steely eyes. He remembered being held as he passed away, it wasn't something he'd like to think about but it didn't help that he recalled muttering the words "I love you" to him while he was slowly loosing conscious. It made him nervous about the battle, he didn't want to die not remembering who he was, what if he did die in the next battle?

He stopped. He froze. He legs wouldn't move and he found himself standing still in a sea of people.

Afraid.

What if he died?

In the next battle.

It could be his last day here, he didn't want to go without knowing who he use to be. There were plenty of strong people fighting, many people who must have lost and risked more than him, people who are more powerful, Byakuran for example. If the great Mukuro said his name so seriously without a single hint of playfulness, than certainly he was a terrifying opponent, and then there were the Varia, they were professional killer, where would Mitobe stand against them.

Mitobe was pulled out of his shock when a man accidentally bumped into him, the man apologized before leaving Mitobe alone, sullenly the Japanese boy shook out of his depressed state and began walking away. How long was he standing there? Mitobe began walking aimlessly in random directing not bothering to look but kept his eyes on the ground beneath his feet.

He couldn't die that easily could he?

Probably, what if what he saw was his future?

It made him worry, it was defiantly him in that memory.

There was no mistaking it, and he knew perfectly well who held him which only made his condition worst.

Hibari Kyoya, who the hell was that guy,all he knew was his name and that the previous him was creepy enough to save a picture of the Prefect sleeping on his did he use to be?

Mitobe was a little creep out a afraid of his previous self, he had pictures of people on his phone, his text messages had slangs and terms he didn't recognize, and why the hell did he own so many sweaters and cardigans? There's like twenty of them!

Despite his uncertainty, he truly wanted to remember who he was. Mitobe made his way down the streets not caring where his destination was. He soon found himself at Namimori middle school, surprised by his action he stood in front of the gate gazing at the building with a mysterious sense of melancholy.

It was almost as if he was set on default, every time he went for a walk he would always end up back at the school. maybe there was something here for him? Maybe it was the first time he found himself here after loosing his memories and seeing the sunset, that must be it right?

What other reason would there be?

The rooftop was cool, the air held no chill and the sun beat down on the concrete making it even hotter. The illusionist took off his very warm sweater and held it in his arms, the left over warmth gave him a slight comfort in the slightly unfamiliar surroundings. His gaze turned to the streets below before the turning to the blue sky above, clouds floated above hovering above the city but under the sun. It wasn't until he felt a change in the temperature that he turned around, a coldness he knew well but could not remember.

Steely eyes like ones in his most recent dreams stared at him from the top of the cylinder that most likely held the school's water supply. Black hair framed an attractive face and Mitobe stared at the man who gave him over to Tsuna, also the same man he had on his phone.

Silence filled the gap between the two and it was Hibari who broke it, "Herbivore, how did you get in? The gates are locked, you realize that you are trespassing."

Rebellious and anarchistic as always, Mitobe sneered at him and turned his head with a huff before turning his eyes to the streets beneath them. " Obviously, I jumped over the fence."

Foot steps rabidly forwarded toward him but Mitobe paid it no mind, he didn't feel like looking at the Skylark. It brought back that unwanted dream, he felt the urge to break down for the entire day, but he didn't want to. Mitobe didn't cry, or so he decided.

"Herbivore you have some nerve talking to me like that." Hibari threatened though Mitobe sensed no actual menace behind the harsh words. He could not comprehend the Prefect's actions, he sent too many mixed signals. He threatened when there was no harm behind it, he treated Mitobe like trash and yet like a close acquaintance, either way the man was a walking oxymoron.

"My my...I feel scared. Please. Have mercy on my poor poor soul." Mitobe replied in a very Fran like voice, it concerned him, those two have been spending too much time together and the little boy was rubbing off on him. He can tell when he changes, just because he pays attention to these things, the teal hair boy have issues with authority, this of course included everyone older and in a higher position than he was, but Mitobe admired that despite how irritating and hurtful Fran can be at times.

"I'll bite you to death you disrespectful herbivore."

"I can tell you failed science didn't you."

"You're in no position to talk."

"Would you rather a sexual one instead? Because I don't think I can do that without laughing."

"What are you going on about?"

Mitobe didn't look at the boy when he reached his side, he thought surely a fight would break out but since the bell had not rang for the battle it was against the rule. From little knowledge that he had, Mitobe could tell something was bothering the Skylark, he seemed to be purposely distancing himself. Mitobe still wanted to ask about his dream, surely it was a memory. He was positive, but maybe it was a tender topic that should not be discussed so lightly, but if he could get information on his death he could alter it. That's possible right?

Mitobe pushed up his glasses and turned to the boy next to him who was like him was simply looking to the street.

"I had a dream last night." He started unsure of his wording and where he was going to take the story, Hibari showed no interest and muttered a small disinterested "and?"

Mitobe wasn't faze but he found a alien comfort and alleviation while talking to Hibari. " I died."

Hibari turned his head to the boy immediately who returned the gesture and now the two were looking at each other daring one to speak up. Hibari was fully aware of the time when Mitobe died, but that was in the future, one that will never happen. But maybe he regained his memories,the Skylark have been keeping his distance to give the dog space and time to heal but it wasn't efficient.

"You were there. And you held me, while I am unsure about what happened, I died and I don't want to...not yet. Could it be the future? I know that I passed away, but if there is a chance I'm going to die in the future battle, I want to prevent it,at least until I find out who I am. But you where there, and that bothers me greatly."

"Why?"

"Because I remembered that I told you I loved you. I need to know who we were."

Hibari was hesitant, he wasn't use to Mitobe being so bold and blunt when it came to their affections and relationship, while the boy was bashful, he carried himself with dignity and didn't let his embarrassment get the better of him. The Dog wasn't going to back down and Hibari couldn't find himself saying anything, it wasn't like he was shameful of his feelings despite how confuse he use to be, but loosing Mitobe once made him much more cautious about how he handled their friendship.

"Who were we?" Mitobe repeated, his voice was audacious and fearless.

Hibari blinked a few times and stared the smaller boy in the eyes sternly which didn't make him back down, " That's not something I can tell you right now."

"What the fucking hell do you mean you can't tell you you shitty asshole?!"

"Watch your tone with me."

"Tell me."

"I know that you're frustrated, but if I tell you now it'll only make it worst."

Mitobe frowned, "How do you expect me to get my memories back if you won't help."

"What do you want me to say mutt?"

"Just tell me what we were, because I had a picture of you sleeping on my phone, and it is really creeping me out. I mean wh-who have something like that?! And I told you I love you, i-is it like as a friend, or maybe like a-"

"You're rambling, just stop talking."

Mitobe ran his hand through his hair in a very stymied like fashion and let out a groan, he almost didn't want to hear it. His heart was beating faster and he was growling nervous, his sweater laid forgotten on the floor where it fell from his arms earlier when he began rambling but he paid it no mind.

"I need you to help, is that so much to ask for? I could die any moment! I can't just wait and do nothing, there's not even-"

Mitobe was talking faster and faster, his words accelerated with every passing syllable, the Prefect cast him an exaggerated glare and pushed him to the fence, the metal wires made clanking noises and it hit against the pole. The illusionist was trapped between the Prefect's arms as as he stared back with bewildered eyes. Pressing himself even further against the wires, the shorter boy swallowed the lump in his throat and held his breath, he could hear his heart beating rabidly and his palms were getting sweaty.

Hibari stared down at Mitobe, not once have he seen the boy so vulnerable and defenseless other than the one time during his death. He was scared, that wasn't hard to tell considering he was shaking like a cat after a shower. His cheeks dusted in a shade of soft scarlet while the Skylark was clear and pale as it always is, Hibari wasn't nervous, he wasn't hesitant, his hand reached over and patted the boy's head softly before trailing down to his cheek, Mitobe flinched a bit but before he could pretest Hibari leaned in and kissed him softly before pulling away slowly, their lips lingered and the two Japanese males stared at each other, one calm and slightly amused while the other surprised and shocked.

Mitobe quickly pushed the other male out of the way and ran down the stairs and then away from the school while clutching his hand over his lips. On the roof top Hibari watched, he felt slightly guilty, maybe that move was too bold but it's not like he regretted it. The man pressed his lips together and licked them lasting a bit of chips on them, it wasn't like the taste of coffee he was use to. The Mitobe he knew now changed a lot, he no longer smell of Vanilla, a scent that the Skylark now found very assuaging, he no longer smile when they meet an he no longer rushed to see the Prefect every chance he got.

Hibari turned to the street underneath them just in time to see the illusionist rush around a corner, his face masked in an unreadable expression. Hibird flew over the roof before landing on the fence, Hibari patted the yellow creature with his index finger as a greeting, Hibird flew down to the floor and landed on the sweater Mitobe left behind, taking the hint Hibari picked it up. It was the one he gave the boy before he left for Italy, he remembered that fight, he was slightly grateful that he was forgiven though he won't admit it, they never said sorry to each other but the Skylark knew there was no need to be, especially with someone like Mitobe. One thing that made the Prefect enjoy his company was that he didn't need to speak and them could have a conversation in total silence, but those times are over. However he is still very much creep out that Mitobe somehow got a picture of him while he was sleeping...

The black hair male reached his hand up and traced the outline of his lips, he's going to fix this, he'll get his mutt back, and he'll make sure

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that they'll fall in love for the third time.

I really like that last line~

Anyway!

YO! Long time no see! I am neck deep in homework but I am trying to balance school and internet life since a social life is something I was not born with. I hope this chapter was okay, it's not edit so if there's a mistake tell me and I'll fix it~ :)

Now I know all of us on Fanfiction love review, but I understand if you don't have time to drop off a long one, but they are nice and encouraged.

I currently have three stories out and I plan to do a few short ones for the contest from earlier, since I love all of you guys and it's unfair that some of the character chosen aren't getting stories, the least I could do is make short ones for them to show you guys my appreciation. I'm not sure when they'll be up, but if you favorite me as an author Fanfiction will notify you, or you can check in frequently I guess.

On another subject I have a tumblr where I will upload some character concepts and art of them, just to give you an image and hear replies. I'd love to hear you there :)

It's glassesandspectacles . tumblr . com

remove the spaces and you should be good, it's not really up yet but I do check it, I just need to personalize it.

I'd love to hear from you O3O

Yamamoto's and Xanxus' stories are up, and I hope this wasn't too OOC, because I think it is...but I try to stretch the characteristics of these characters without completely ruining it.

Now! Reviews!

OkamiAmmy-chan: Hi! Long time no see~ :) Yes, Mitobe deleted the picture and voicemail, sadly he also threw away his Vanilla perfume...But yes, I agree with you, I'll try to make Yamamoto's story as extraordinary as possible. Senpai will never notice.

Dood: It's okay~ I don't mind, UHUHUHU It is the end of the world, the KHR world since the manga ended QwQ Mukuro and Mitobe are finally interacting, woo! took only like...25 chapters...Mitobe is going to have a bad time when he remembers everything.

Pineapple Fairy Queen:How do you live without wi-fi? I'm glad to hear that! I hope you like this chapter... OwO

PuppetPrince: It'll be a while but I'm looking forward to it too!

SomeoneAwesome: Thank you :) I was nervous about the last one, just like this one. I hope I didn't mess it up. Yes Kawahira just for you~ I hope your life is good, I'm in my first year of high school and I am beat. I agree about Xanxus though, he really is just a big brat who likes to be spoiled and have things go his way. His story is up, but there's only one chapter and there's not a lot of development so I'll work on that soon. I'll try to make Yamamoto's work, but it'll take time to get the Male! OC for that story to admit he cares about people and not himself. I'm glad I made you happy.

Onepiecefan202: Haha~ I hope so, it's up if you haven't read it yet, but I do hope you enjoy it.

BloodyRedBlackWolf: Well three months is good considering the damage Mitobe took, but it could range from three to nine months technically speaking. I hope you like this chapter.

HalcyonNight: Oh my gosh dearest hold me, school have drain me so! SHIP SHIP SHIP. I don't think Hibari likes sharing...The first generation were probably more proper...Hurhurhur. No fairy tail kisses~ Verde to the rescue~ There was a kiss here though~ ;D I'm trying to get them to not separate, I'll figure it out~ Haha...right? Aww, don't abuse Mitobe, he's already suffer through enough...(no he haven't)it would be hell if they met, trust me, Mitobe would share his mass knowledge on Shounen-ai and Yaoi mangas...Yamamoto is pretty attractive~ I wouldn't be surprise if people of both gender fell for him. I think homosexuality is a topic that needs to be address because it is a serious issues, and I see nothing wrong with it, but people are so fickle about change. Ugg gross, I have school...I had five tests today...qwq Good luck with life.

x10TIMEx: I hope you enjoy this chapter :D Yeah, he's with Verde-poo~! He'll be okay, I promise~! (lies) Mitobe is finally Senpai~

Bored411: I hope you enjoy this chapter and Yamamoto's story as well :)

Reviews are encouraged, but I understand if you're too busy

NOTE FOR HalcyonNight and Xejis: Yo! I have read your latest chapter, but since I had so many projects and test I had to hold up the process a bit, and I have to get volunteer hours so please forgive me if I may not review on every chapter. I'll try my best to give you feed back since you were so kind to do so to me.