Disclaimer: I do not own KHR, because I am not worthy of its awesomeness.

Okay, so the structure of this chapter is chapter number with the title of the random whatever short scene followed by a line in italics for time context and finally the scene. Have fun!

-Chapter 1-

Extra: Predator and Prey

(Hibari put the bowl down. "I'm not your friend.")

Takeshi froze for a few seconds as he shuffled through his vocabulary for a more proper word to describe their relation to each other. Unfortunately for the both of them, Yamamoto's thoughts stopped on an old game the girls used to play in elementary school that he had overheard several times in his youth.

Without thinking, he said out loud, "Lovers?"

"Do you want to die?" Hibari asked him, glaring at him. If he hadn't been sick, he would've hit the other the moment the word left Yamamoto's mouth. Then again, the shock from hearing such a word also made him immobile at the moment.

"Eh? What did I say?" Yamamoto asked blankly. After all, he was only going down a list of words and had already forgotten. He figured the next word might work better. "Acquaintances? That doesn't sound right though; we're not that distant." He frowned. "Married? No… wait what's the next word in that list…"

Hibari finally realized that the other was really just going down a list of terms and wondered if he should let the other come to a "logical" conclusion himself or if he should hit it into him.

Yamamoto stopped when he remembered the next word. "Enemies?" He looked at Hibari a little nervously. "No, right?"

The other glared at him before sighing. "No."

Yamamoto put a hand up to his chin, thinking hard about the last word. "Soul-mates?" he remembered.

"No!" The sudden reflex caught both of them off guard, making Yamamoto jump, and Hibari freeze. The Rain Guardian laughed good-naturedly and sat back down. "Okay, I'm out of terms. What are we?"

Hibari looked in the other's eyes, wanting to glare but seriously tired of the conversation. His head was burning, his chest was burning… even his face was burning for more than one reason. He broke the staring contest and lied back down on the pillow, facing the other way.

"You're an herbivore," he muttered.

Yamamoto laughed. "Okay. Then what are you?"

"Predator," came the half-asleep reply.

...

-Chapter 2-

Crack: Math and Medicine Part 1

(Hibari raised a tonfa to the doctor's throat in annoyance.)

"Say that again," the Cloud Guardian threatened, eyes flashing.

The man adjusted his glasses expertly and cleared his throat. "Well, according to my calculations, there is a 10.8 percent chance that you have the flu, but you of course recovered from that already, so there is a 22.3 percent chance that you have heat stroke, and a 78.19 percent chance that you're in love."

Hibari stared incredulously at the doctor a few seconds, eyes narrowing as he added the numbers in his head. He decided that he needed practice adding numbers with decimals; he had plenty of mental exercise from adding the number of people he beat up each day, but that was whole numbers. "That doesn't add to 100," Hibari finally muttered, a little unsure of himself.

"Of course it doesn't! I just made up the numbers!"

You can guess what happened next… Use your wonderful imaginations and just envision something between an egg tart and red marshmellows. Why? I don't know; those foods just suddenly popped into my head just now. Think pulp.

...

Extra: What Really Happened…

(Hibari opened his mouth to answer, but instead glared at him and slammed the door behind him, the doorframe almost catching his trailing jacket.)

Hibari opened his mouth to answer, but instead glared at Yamamoto and stomped off the roof, door trailing behind him from the shove he gave it. At that moment, the prefect was suddenly faced with the fact that wearing a jacket loosely on one's shoulders and letting it fly behind like a cape wasn't all that smart. The closing door caught the sleeve of the prefect's jacket, effectively wrenching the cape-like trademark off the teen's shoulders.

Yamamoto stared at the visible two-inches of sleeve protruding from the closed door blankly before he realized that a serious of fading thumps followed the closing door. Seized with a sickening drop in his stomach, the Rain Guardian wondered if he should open the door to see if the other was alright. Then again, if Hibari was instead still conscious after falling down the stairs, Yamamoto would most likely receive another blow to the stomach.

Right when he decided that he would go look to see if the other was okay, another serious of thumps stopped him as Hibari stomped back up the stairs, promptly removed his trapped jacket from the door with a violent wrench, and stomped back down the stairs and away.

Again, Yamamoto found himself staring blankly at the door, amazed that the other had so "gracefully" returned up the stairs and retrieved his jacket without ever letting the Rain Guardian see him. He held a hand up to his mouth, stifling a chuckle as he imagined the faint blush of embarrassment that may or may not have painted Hibari's face. It was too cute.

He wondered how many more blows he would receive from the other if Hibari were to ever hear that adjective from him.

...

-Chapter 3-

Crack: The Gun

(A gunshot rang out through the warehouse as Hibari lashed out with his tonfa on the last of the men standing, sending the guy down in a rain of dislodged teeth and blood. He whirled around in time to see…)

"What the hell?" the leader yelled as Yamamoto slowly opened an eye. A little white flag was protruding out of the barrel of the gun, the words, "I surrender," written neatly on the fabric. "Which idiot ordered the guns this time?" the man exclaimed as he turned around to see everyone else bleeding on the floor, courtesy of Hibari Kyoya.

A swift blow to the head took care of the rest.

...

Crack: Math and Medicine Part 2

("Tell them I'll double the surgeries needed if they don't start this instant," the Cloud Guardian, his voice low and deadly, whispered…)

The doctor adjusted his glasses expertly with a finger on the bridge. "Sir, we would only need one more patient requiring such medical attention for the number of surgeries to double. Since we get so many customers a day, such a feat isn't really of persuading material. Furthermore…"

A tonfa on his neck stopped him for a second but didn't faze the doctor, and he continued ranting as if his life had no meaning. "Seriously, children these days need to learn how to multiply. Given that each day our hospital receives an X amount of patients, Y percent of which need surgery, actually doubling of surgeries required is another Z number of surgeries, but I'm assuming that you know that your friend inside the room right now is the only surgery we're performing, so you would only double his surgery, which only equals two; now tell me, what is eight times eight?"

"What has that got to do with anything?" Tsuna exclaimed from the sidelines.

The doctor adjusted his glasses again. "Exactly, therefore, you actually don't need to double the amount of surgeries by causing me any harm, and in return, I will take care of all expenses for you."

Hibari lowered the tonfa. "Fine."

'Huh? How did they come to that agreement?' Tsuna and Gokudera thought at the same time.

Note: Hey! For some reason, right after Spring Break I got a huge rush of tests and homework… Argh, horrible horrible. Anyways, this is the end for this story. Thanks for reading!

Predator and Prey – There was this love compatibility game thing we used to play during elementary school. If I remember correctly, we took the two people's names, crossed out all double letters, and counted what was left. Then we would cross out the letters one by one on the word FLAMES, or something like that. I think a google search should make it clear. Anyways, F is Friends, L is lovers, A is Acquaintances, M is Married, E is Enemies, and S is Soul-mates.

Math and Medicine – Yes, the guy was semi-inspired by Inui Sadaharu from Prince of Tennis.