AN: I hate to re-start it from zero…. ;A; Ah, but all the blames are mine, for being such a lazy bum, and for losing my datas, sorry.

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((Theory))

As a student, it was Haru's job to remember all theories stated in the textbook, and then either used it in tests, or proved its value through the assigned lab experiments. Haru couldn't say that was her favourite. Mixing unfamiliar chemicals traumatized her as she once made a hole through the desk for dropping half a bottle of an acid. Even more, Haru couldn't understand Kyoko's reason to love that kind of thing. She once asked, but regretted it afterward.

"Well, you see, everyone always have that interesting expression every time something happened, it's fun watching them." Was said with a smile. Ever since, Haru didn't feel like questioning anything about her behavior.

Back then, Haru would like to prove all those theories to be wrong, that way, the exams' subject would be fewer and easier, right? Now, as she grew older, she realized that was a foolish thing to hope, because surely, those theories had been tested and proved. However, as an adult, right now, there'a this one theory that she desperately wanted to prove wrong.

'Suspension bridge theory?' asked the voice from the other end, 'The one that states that human could misinterpret fear to love? What about it?' the familiar voice asked back, Haru fidgeted, feeling really up to just roll on her mattress, rewind the time and forgot about the nagging voice in her head that prompted her to call her best friend.

"Hahii…it's just… Haru feels like she's acting weird around s-someone lately…" a pause, Haru gulped as she thought about what to say after, the red haired woman on the other end snickered, istantly making the short haired woman pouted, "D-don't laugh! And…and…Haru thinks it's because she's afraid toward h-him…and then Haru's brain accidentally translated it into…something else…."

A laugh, then, 'So, I take it you're in love with Hibari-san, Haru-chan?'

"Umm….well…" Haru could feel her cheeks heating up, "Ha-hahiii! Wh-wh-why Hibari-san?!" she almost screamed at her best friend's unjust accusation. She immediately got the hugest plush doll that she had and embraced it tightly in an attempt to calm her raging heart. She got a louder, sweeter laugh as an answer.

'Sounds to me like you're in denial, Haru-chan!' the rest of the conversation was filled with Kyoko's laugh and Haru's indecipherable blabber.

((Omiai))

A marriage arrangement was a confusing little thing, young Haru Miura thought. And that thought stayed comfortably inside her mind even until she turned into an adult, albeit a childish one. As a child, she pondered why her parents happily married even thought they barely know each other. That thought keep haunting her mind even as she jumped down from the top of the town park's slide, ignoring the shrieks of all elderly passerby (she was scolded later on that day for neglecting her own safety). And why, she added to her train of thoughts, did that big sister from the house next door cried when it was decided she'd undergo the same marriage arrangement? How difficult, the young girl thought as her lips formed a pout.

Those thoughts were kept and forgotten once she got new things to think over, homework was the finest example. But as she grew older (and she believed she had grown to be wiser and way more mature) , after facing death in various form everyday, she began to think things more seriously. And then, there's also that matter with her parents wanting a grandchild or two ('or three, three is a charm after all, and four would also be great, scratch that, four is unlucky number, make it five instead, yes, yes, that'd be good,' her dear, dear mother once said dreamily). Maybe that was shat triggered her to approved her parents to arrange a marriage meeting for her. It's okay. Her parents wouldn't purposely choose a bad person anyway. And if she didn't like the partner chosen , she could always reject him, anyway….

"Oi" called Death, disguised as a man, standing right at the opening that goes to her cubicle, effectively blocking her only escape. Haru's heart skipped a beat.

Haru was silently, diligently, working in her other, normal job that was used to disguise the "other", not so normal job. She was frozen, so stiff that her hearing was blocked until Death slammed her desk and she flinched.

"Y-yes, Hibari-san? Is…is there something that Haru can help?" she stuttered as she saw his glare. Death was nicknamed and noted as Hibari Kyoya in her mental dictionary ever since she first met him.

Haru was surprised. It's so rare for him to go out to that building, even though it's also linked to the base under the Namimori shrine's ground. Because, of course, like any normal companies, it has employees, which mean there were people, and that leads to crowding. And it's an understatement that he, Hibari Kyoya, dislike any form of crowding. So, that left a question about why he was there at that very moment, glaring, scaring Haru for her life.

"Check your phone." Was the simple order that was accompanied with a glare. Haru proceed to rummage her bag, looking for the tiny device mentioned earlier. All the while, the other employees (who were all the member of Vongola in disguise) were whispering one another, discussing silently about why is their big boss who rarely came to that office was present. They were silenced by the said big boss's epic, epic glare.

"Hahi!" a squeak came out, indicating that Haru finally understood. Four missed calls and six messages, all from the same number, the Death himself had called for her and she cheerfully had ignored him.

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"What do you mean with this?" said Hibari, putting down a white envelope, inside is a letter that Haru wrote, asking for a day off, by that she meant a "real" day off, without "this" company business nor "that" mafia business.

Just her luck, how could that letter ended up in Hibari's hand? She purposely placed it on Kusakabe's desk in hope that Hibari wouldn't find out. After all, some of her co-workers also sent their permission letters to Kusakabe, and it worked just fine, because the great Hibari Kyoya was not the one to deal with such trivial matter. So why did it had to be her?

"W-well, Haru was wondering if she could take a day off or m-maybe two?" Haru tried, glancing fearfully at her superior. The glare only become more intense and she instantly wondered if her sun block had melted already. Haru's heart instantly beat faster. Thump, thump, thump, thumping so hard it's getting annoying.

"I know what you want from this," said Hibari, waving Haru's letter and let it fell to his desk a few seconds later, "but what for, is what I wanted to know." Again, not a question, Hibari Kyoya didn't question anything, he demanded an answer, and if one couldn't provide the right answer, one shall not get close within five meters radius.

Did her father and mother did some misdeed and now she's bound to pay for their mistake? Was it a curse? That's it, that reminded her, she forgot to pray lately, she really should make it into her daily routine, the base was under the Namimori shrine after all. How could she forgot? It's no wonder she had this kind of luck, the God must be mad at her….

"Well?" said Hibari, urging her to answer. Haru's breath hitched and she found herself avoiding his gaze. "Answer me, Miura." Haru clenched her eyes shut, trying to still her trembling hands.

Why must he stared at her? Why? Why? Why? Of course, eye contact is a good thing, once in a while, for a few seconds it's ok, but…but…why must he stared like that for so long? Didn't he know it'd make some people uneasy? To say that Haru was at a loss of world was an understatement.

"Miura…" his word sounded more like a growl. Haru jerked her head upright, and tried to match his glare. Maybe the pressure was getting to her, maybe the atmosphere was right to do that, or maybe Haru was losing her sanity.

"P-please don't look at Haru like that!" She stammered out finally. Hibari only raised an eyebrow, as if saying 'like what?', and Haru blushed darkly. "W-well, like that!" said Haru quickly. Haru averted her eyes away, realizing there's no way she could outwin her boss' glare. Haru's eyes widened in realization. No one behave that way toward Hibari Kyoya and get home in a complete piece.

She's so dead. Her heart beats faster and faster as if sensing its end coming.

Oh, God, why did she do that? It's nowhere near that time of the month right? No, it isn't. That must've mean the God had abandoned her and that was the signal for a reaper to come and…

The sound of a chair being moved and footsteps getting further cut her train of thought. And Haru realized that Hibari was standing at the door. She blinked, confused. Hibari turned his head and told her.

"We'll continue this later. Spending any more time talking with a herbivore won't do me any good." As he finished saying that, he opened the door and stepped outside. Leaving a stunned Haru to her own.

"Hahii….?" She was so relieved to be alive she could not stand and decided to stay at the room for a little while.

That night, Haru told her parents that her boss hadn't approved of her taking a day off, so the omiai had to be cancelled, that, or they could cut short the omiai, from a whole day to a few hours, and then Haru and her arranged partner could continue talking, or even go on a date, on another day.

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AN: I cant give you a reason decent enough to gain your apologies, but…Uuuhm… well… since tomorrow is a happy day for me, will you please accept this chapter as it is? ;A;