Author's Note! Hi there. It's been a while hasn't it? I'm sooo sorry about the whole posting new stories and not updating old ones, I just needed to get a few ideas out of my head so I could focus on the older stories.

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Guest: Haha, yeah I was super confused when I saw your last review.

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DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the KHR characters, only the ones you've never heard of. (Please don't sue me.)

-P.S. There's gonna be some cursing in this chapter.-

Hitoshi's P.O.V

"Gack!" Thump. "Ow."

"Bocchan, are you alright?!"

"I'm fine Masako!" I sit up from the floor.

Masako is standing in the doorway, looking over at me with worry in her eyes.

"I promise, I'm fine." I stand up, grinning to hide a wince. "I just rolled too far and forgot that my bed wasn't against the wall."

She looked unsure for a moment before sighing and nodding.

"Well, breakfast is ready. Rokuro made steamed rice, miso soup, and natto."

I nodded my head, inwardly groaning. 'God what I wouldn't do for a pancake.'

She smiled and bowed her head, stepping out of the doorway and closing the door.

I waited until I heard her footsteps move down the hall before I fell onto my bed.

"Ugh, my hand." I looked down to see my left wrist turning slightly purple and a bit swollen.

'Maybe sneaking out of bed at 2 a.m for a chocolate bar was a bad idea. Stupid counter.'

Last night I had woken up at 2 a.m. and decided that it was a good idea to sneak out of my room and try to break into the chocolate stash that Rokuro has in the cabinets. It turns out I don't know my kitchen as well as I thought because instead of a light switch, I hit my wrist on a counter and almost woke up Masako with my cursing.

I rubbed my wrist lightly, cringing, before getting up and stumbling to my wardrobe.

I pulled open the doors and sighed when I saw my uniform.

'Why can't Japanese schools just let me wear what I want? Stupid Hibari.'

I pulled out the uniform and slipped off my pajama bottoms, tossing them into the basket by my door. The uniform pants were easy to get into with one hand, the shirt on the other hand...

"Fucking OW!" I yelled dropping the shirt on the floor and grabbing my wrist.

"Stupid ass shirt, fucking chocolate stash, dammit." I mumbled, bending down to grab the shirt.

Knock Knock "Bocchan? Are you alright?" Katashi's voice came from behind the door.

"Uh, kind of?" I looked down at my wrist and squinted.

"May I come in?"

"Yeah, sure." I looked up at the door as it opened.

Katashi walked in, looking over at me in concern.

"I heard you yell, what's wrong?" He asked, walking closer.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my head with my right hand. "I may have tried to get chocolate at 2 a.m. and missed the light switch."

He stopped walking and looked at me with his You-did-it-again-you-idiot face. "Again?"

I chuckled weakly. "Yeah, I should really just bring chocolate with me before bed, huh?"

He sighed and walked over to the bathroom door. "I'll get the bandages, go sit on your bed."

I looked at my shirt again before looking at Katashi who was walking out of the bathroom with a roll of bandages. "I,uh, help?" I lifted the shirt and tilted my head to the side.

He looked away from the bandages and chuckled. "Of course, bocchan." He lightly grabbed my wrist, wrapping the bandages around it a few times.

"Thanks, Katashi. I would ask Masako, but she might send me to the hospital...again." I grimaced remembering the last time I hurt my wrist.

"Yes, we certainly don't want that to happen again." He put the bandages down on my night stand before plucking the shirt out of my hands. "Arms." I slipped my arms through the sleeves and Katashi pulled it closed at my front, buttoning the shirt.

"You don't happen to have a lollipop on hand, do you?" I ask as he finishes buttoning up my shirt.

"Of course I do, but no sweets before breakfast." He reaches into the wardrobe and grabs my tie, placing it around my neck.

'Man, all I want is some sugar!'

"But Katashiiiii." I groan, pouting at him.

He finishes tying the tie and shakes his head at me. "It didn't work when you were 5, what makes you think it'll work now?"

I sigh and hang my head. "I don't know, maybe I got cuter overnight?"

He purses his lips, hiding a grin. "You most certainly did not get 'cuter' overnight."

I make a whining noise and look up at him. "Why can't I have pancakes again?"

"You need a healthy breakfast, bocchan." He explains, walking to the door.

"Pancakes are healthy." I moan, following after him.

"Not the way you eat them."

"What's wrong with a little syrup?"

He stops walking and looks at me over his shoulder. "You used an entire bottle the last time Rokudo made you pancakes."

I scratch at my cheek. "Well, yeah but they weren't sweet enough."

He sighs and walks towards the stairs. "It was a triple chocolate chip pancake made with chocolate batter."

I grin to myself. "It was, wasn't it."

We walk down the stairs, him shaking his head and me grinning at the thought of triple chocolate pancakes made of chocolate batter.

At the bottom of the stairs, Masako is holding my jacket over her arm and smiling.

"Here you are, bocchan." She holds out the jacket.

I lightly grab it with my right hand. "Thanks, Masa."

"Of course, bocchan."

We walk towards the dining room, Katashi turning left to go do whatever it is he does during the day and Masako turning right to go help the maids clean.

I glide through the doors of the dining room and plop down at the head of the table.

Kotu who was setting the table whirls around when he hears me sit.

"You still walk so quietly, bocchan." He holds a hand to his chest, taking a deep breath.

"Oops, sorry Kotu I forgot you aren't used to it yet." I sheepishly grin at him, resting my chin in my right hand.

He shakes his head. "It quite alright, bocchan." He sets down breakfast in front of me and bows. "Enjoy." He walks into the kitchen.

"Itadakimasu." I whisper, digging in.

"I'M GONNA BE LATE!" I shout, running out of the house and down the driveway.

"BOCCHAN, YOU FORGOT YOUR BAG." Masako yells, jogging out of the house behind me.

"FUCK!" I spin on my heel and sprint back, grabbing my bag. "Thanks Masa!"

I turn back around and run out of the gates, towards the school.

"Stupid clock and it's broken face." I grumble to myself running down an alley.

I race around a corner, slamming into something and falling to the floor.

"DAMMIT WHY THE FUCK DO I KEEP HITTING SHIT!?" I shout, flipping onto my feet and looking over at what I hit, or rather who.

Tsuna is lying on his back, looking up at me with wide eyes and Reborn is standing next to him with an eyebrow raised.

"Fuck." I mumble, running my hand through my hair and taking a deep breath. "Sorry Tsuna-kun! I didn't see you." I put back on my mask.

"I-it's okay, Hitoshi-kun." He stutters, stumbling to his feet.

I look down and see my bag on the floor, all of the contents split around my feet. "Shit." I hang my head and sigh.

I look up to see Tsuna looking at me like he suddenly understands the world's greatest secret.

"What?" I ask, kneeling down and starting to pick up my things.

"N-no, nothing." He says, kneeling down to help.

We pick up my things and I shove them into my bag. I look over at Tsuna to see he's holding something. I look closer and see it's my gold debit card. My eyes widen and I pull it out of his hands, shoving it into my bag.

"You didn't see that." I say, standing up. "Please, tell me you didn't see that."

Tsuna looks up at me with wide eyes. "Huh?"

I sigh and hold my hand out to him. "Nevermind, just...don't tell anyone. Please?"

He grabs my hand and I pull him to his feet, pouting slightly.

"Uh, s-sure." He nods shakily, eyes still wide.

"Sweet, well I gotta run. Really don't want Hibari to murder me just yet. Still got some plans for the future." I spin on my heel and start to run waving over my shoulder. "See you later, Tsu-kun!"

Tsuna's P.O.V.

I'm walking down the street towards Nami Middle, Reborn on my head when all of a sudden something rams into me.

"DAMMIT WHY THE FUCK DO I KEEP HITTING SHIT!?" A voice yells in front of me.

I look up to see Hitoshi flip onto his feet and look down at me.

"Fuck." He mumbles, running his hand through his blond hair and taking a deep breath. "Sorry Tsuna-kun! I didn't see you." His face shifts from upset to happy in less than a second.

"I-it's okay, Hitoshi-kun." I stutter, stumbling to my feet.

'He's so different at school, I don't think I've ever heard him curse or yell.' I look over at him to see his eyes on the floor, his teeth pulling at his bottom lip. 'Is...does he fake it?' My eyes widen. 'I don't think I've ever seen him talk to anyone either. Is that why he has the mask?'

"What?" He asks, looking up at me from where he's kneeling on the floor.

My breath catches. "N-no, nothing." I knee down and help him pick up his things.

'Huh? What's that?' There's something shiny in the pile. I reach down and pick it up only for my eyes to widen. 'Is..this a gold card? I've never even seen one before!'

Suddenly it's pulled out of my hands and Hitoshi is looking at me with wide eyes, shoving it into his bag.

"You didn't see that." He stands up. "Please, tell me you didn't see that."

"Huh?" I ask in confusion. 'Why does he... ?'

He sighs and holds out his hand to me. "Nevermind, just...don't tell anyone. Please?"

I grab his hand and look up to see him pouting as he pulls me to my feet.

"Uh, s-sure." I shakily agree, still confused.

"Sweet, well I gotta run. Really don't want Hibari to murder me just yet. Still got some plans for the future." He spins on his heel and starts to run towards the school, waving over his shoulder. "See you later, Tsu-kun!"

"What?" I ask nobody, hand still raised.

"Hm, that was interesting." Reborn says, standing on my shoulder.

"What?" I ask again, looking down at my hand.

There's a piece of paper, I open it to see writing.

Hey, person who I gave this to! It's Hitoshi, you know the blond one. Anyways, if I gave this to you congrats, you're now my friend. Call me whenever~

XXX-XXX-XXX

-Hitoshi!

"Let's go Dame-Tsuna. You're going to be late."Reborn calls.

"HHHIIIIEEEEEE" I shout, running down the street, still clutching the paper.

'Friends?'

Reborn's P.O.V.

I'm sitting on Dame-Tsuna's head when all of a sudden, he's on the ground.

"DAMMIT WHY THE FUCK DO I KEEP HITTING SHIT!?" Yells a voice in front of us.

I look up to see that blond boy from yesterday flip onto his feet and look down at Tsuna.

"Fuck." He mumbles, running his hand through his blond hair and taking a deep breath. "Sorry Tsuna-kun! I didn't see you." His face shifts from upset to happy in less than a second.

'Huh, that was interesting. Wasn't he extremely quiet yesterday?'

I think back to yesterday. He helped Tsuna get out of trouble with Hibari, gave him a uniform, and walked with him to class. Come to think of it, when did he get by us then? I don't remember hearing or seeing him until he spoke up.

I look over as Tsuna's breath catches, looking down at Hitoshi.

'Hm, that's odd.'

He was also in the gym, wasn't he? I saw him knock those Kendo players to their knees and grab Tsuna a new sword before walking over their backs. He also insulted that Senior and encouraged Kyoko to cheer for Tsuna. And, did I hear him call someone an idiot in Italian?

I look over at Tsuna to see he's holding a gold card. I read over it quickly and see the name Taketomo Hitoshi. The boy pulls it out of Tsuna's hands.

"You didn't see that." He stands up. "Please, tell me you didn't see that."

"Huh?"

He sighs and holds his hand out to Tsuna. "Nevermind, just...don't tell anyone. Please?"

Tsuna grabs his hand and Hitoshi pulls him up, a slight pout on his face.

"Uh, s-sure." Tsuna shakily agrees, eyes wide.

'Oh, that's interesting.'

"Sweet, well I gotta run. Really don't want Hibari to murder me just yet. Still got some plans for the future." He spins on his heel and starts running. 'I can't hear his footsteps.' "See you later, Tsu-kun!"

"What?" Tsuna says, hand still outstretched.

"Hm, that was interesting." I say, jumping onto his shoulder.

"What?" He says again, looking down at his hand.

There's a piece of paper, Tsuna opens it and I read from his shoulder.

Hey, person who I gave this to! It's Hitoshi, you know the blond one. Anyways, if I gave this to you congrats, you're now my friend. Call me whenever~

XXX-XXX-XXX

-Hitoshi!

"Let's go Dame-Tsuna, you're going to be late." 'That kid's weird. He might make a good family member...Why do I feel like I know him?'

"HHHIIIIEEEEEE" Tsuna shouts, shooting down the street with the paper clutched in his hand.

'I think I'll keep an eye on Taketomo Hitoshi.'

Author's Note! Ah, sorry I didn't get into episode three in this chapter, I wanted to add in a few different P.O.V.'s so you could get a clue into what the characters are thinking about Hitoshi, and what Hitoshi's really like. Leave me some reviews?

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