Morning of a particular Monday found Tsunayoshi Sawada banging earnestly on the door of a traditional Japanese-styled home. "Hibari-san! Hibari-san!" he called, repeating the name over and over again. "We're going to be late!"

Suddenly, the door slid open, leaving only the screen between the occupant and guest. "Tsunayoshi Sawada?" the black-haired figure blinked at the brunet, still dressed in pajamas. "Late for what?"

"Late for school!" Tsuna nearly yelled, obviously pumped with far too much adrenaline. He turned to run off toward the Elementary School building in the distance. "You of all people should kno-"

"Wait." The screen door had slid open, and the taller raven had grabbed Tsuna by the back of his white shirt. "You're right," he said, stopping the other boy from speeding away. "I of all people should know that there's no school today."

Immediately, Tsuna's weak struggles against the strong grip on his shirt stopped short. "It's a free day?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yes. I thought everyone knew we were on a break week on account of the fire in the science room."

"Hibari-san," Tsuna pouted, turning his neck to look at the older boy. "'Everyone' never includes me. And besides, I asked some of my classmates if we were having a break because of it, and they said that the students doing badly had to come anyway."

"Because I'm obviously a student doing badly in my studies," Hibari snorted, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"N- no! B- but you're always there anyways, and and and I don't want to go to school alone!"

Hibari blinked in surprise at the young boy still caught in his grip. "Doesn't that one boy live near you? The one in the baseball club that's always sleeping in class."

Tsuna gave him a pleading look. "B- but Yamamoto-kun's one of the cool kids! I'm sure he's fine with it, b- but if other people find out that I'm walking to school with him, I'll be jumped for sure!"

He received a skeptical glance in return. "You know you're ten... and this is my problem how?"

Without warning, another face appeared in the doorway, seemingly out of nowhere. It was similar to Hibari's (almost an exact likeness, in fact, with the addition of a long, braided ponytail), but had a kind smile on the adult features. "Kyouya?" the newcomer asked. "Who's this? Both of you should come inside; you'll get burnt from standing right outside the porch."

"Wao... visitors?" Another voice, a bit deeper than Hibari's, made itself heard, as another head poked out from the other side of the door. By the collar surrounding the neck, he appeared to be wearing a black yukata. Tsuna squeaked in surprise; this next man looked like an older version of his 11-year old acquaintance ("friend" could never, ever cover this type of relationship), only with messier hair and a longer face. Not to mention, had these people just been hiding there the entire time? "I'm surprised," the older Hibari smirked, "I always thought no one knew where our house was."

"E- eh?" Tsuna stuttered, bewildered. "U- um... it was in the yellow pages for some reason... I was looking through it one time and thought I should write it down somewhere for future reference... H- Hibari-san?"

"Hn?"

"Yes?"

"What?"

"The heck-"

Tsuna squeaked again at the sudden response of four voices. Wait, four...?

"- is going on out here?" a slightly irate voice continued. Still being held by the back of his vest, Tsuna watched as yet another person who looked like Hibari (except that his eyes were a gray-blue shade, while his hair was a dusty white-blond) emerged. He was wearing a yukata, dark forest green to the older Hibari's black, and was carrying a book wrapped in the brown paper cover of a bookstore.

"You two need to stop following me around," Hibari gritted, jabbing fingers toward the first two figures. "And you stay out of this," he growled next, glaring daggers at the third.

"What, I'm not allowed to know when my son has friends over?" the first figure asked cheerfully.

Simultaneously, the second gave another smirk. "Because I'm really going to listen to you," he jeered.

With a wordless roaring noise, Hibari let go of his prey (if that was the right word to use) and leapt forward in a whirl of black and silver. The first figure ducked underneath the flying boy, and scooted out the door and closer to Tsuna.

"I'm very sorry about this first impression," he said, still smiling. "Our family has... problems." Seemingly without thinking, he moved backwards as a steel tonfa whirled past the spot where his head was just an instant ago. "As you can probably see," he continued, stepping back into his previous spot without missing a beat, nor the smile on his face.

Tearing his eyes away from the older male after a slight nod, Tsuna looked to the fight between the two other black-haired individuals. The older Hibari also appeared to be a tonfa- wielder, judging by the scene. He had some how managed to stick one down the back of the younger's shirt, and was suspending him by the handle of the metal rod. The latter, in turn, seemed to be attempting to claw at him with his bare hands, one tonfa clattering to the ground while the other most likely had just missed hitting the man who claimed to be his father in the head.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" said man almost squeaked, remembering something important. "I never did a proper introduction of myself. My name is Fong. And you are...?" He bowed, both hands in front of his chest, right fist resting in the left palm, which looked oddly natural in the rich red and snow-white Chinese-styled garb he wore. Although, that didn't mean that it fit with the Japanese-styled house (which it didn't not fit, in some odd, inexplicable way), nor the more modern appearance of the neighborhood (which just plain didn't fit).

"U- uh, hello..." Tsuna said, in an awkward, nervous voice. "M- my name is Tsunayoshi Sawada... B- but please call me Tsuna."

"Oh!" Fong answered happily, tucking his hands into his wide sleeves. "Well, welcome, Sawada-san. I'm glad that Kyouya's finally making friends."

"He is not my friend."

"I don't think he considers me his friend."

The older Hibari's smirk grew wider at the two simultaneous comments. "What, if he's not your friend, then is he your boyfriend or something? Kyouya~," he jeered again, drawing out Hibari's name mockingly.

Hibari, in turn, made his clawing attempts fiercer and faster, hissing angrily like a cat, his cheeks dusted a light red from the exertion.

"All of you, shut up right now," a commanding voice intruded through the early morning chaos. Immediately, all motion stopped, and every head turned to look at the blond man, who seemed to be hard put not to destroy the entire house right there, with everyone in it. "Kyo, put your brother down. Fong, go check the stove to make sure nothing's burning. Kyouya, this is your guest, you're looking after him. Go get dressed first. Same for you, Kyo; and absolutely no making fun of either of them. You all have ten seconds. Go!"

The blond man moved away from the door, and all three of the others began a mad scramble to get away. Fong ran toward the gate to scoop up Hibari's fallen weapon, before scurrying inside. The one called Kyo dropped the boy unceremoniously upon the hard tiled floor of the doorway, before seeming to suddenly disappear to the sound of bare feet heading up a flight of wooden stairs. He, however, seemed to hardly notice, as he grabbed the tonfa on the ground, accepted the one that Fong passed to him on the way to the kitchen, and scrambled to his feet to fly up the stairs after his brother.

"Huh, eight seconds. Not bad," the blond man commented to no one in particular, leaning against the wall, as he watched the hallway empty quickly. "But they can do better. Oh, and you."

Tsuna perked up, surprised, before pointing nervously to himself. "M- me?" he stuttered.

The man frowned a bit. "No, not you, that yellow bird upstairs," he replied sarcastically. "Yes, you. What's your name?"

"Tsu- Tsunayoshi... Sawada," Tsuna answered, trying not to tremble beneath the ice-cold gaze. "B- But Tsuna is fine."

"I see," the blond replied. "My name is Alaude. I suppose I'm the 'father figure' of this Family. Welcome, I guess; seeing as you're here for a reason that has become obsolete, you might as well stay. Come in."

Tsuna was about to retort that he didn't want to impose, but one look into the cobalt eyes and he shut his mouth. "Th- thank you," he managed to squeak out, following inside. Slipping his sneakers off, he placed them to the side, next to a larger pair, which he recognized as the clean white sneakers with navy soles that Hibari wore out of school (having run into him several times during grocery shopping, and having the privilege of seeing those shoes right next to his face [or in it], it wasn't too hard to learn what they looked like; not to mention, they were similar to his school shoes anyway). Alaude waited semi-patiently for the brunet to get his shoes off, before heading down the hallway into the kitchen / living room area.

When Tsuna stepped through the door, the unmistakable scents of miso soup and eggs met his nose. "Oh, are you staying, Sawada-san?" Fong called cheerfully, "That's good. Have you eaten breakfast?"

"U- um... I left in a hurry, but uh... I had a slice of toast... er..." Tsuna stammered, trying to resist anything that could be possibly offered.

"That's not nearly enough to eat in the morning. Come sit down and eat," Fong stated, with a hint of commanding underlying the kind statement. Tsuna didn't dare say no; after all, this person dealt with Hibari everyday... surely he was not to be crossed when he gave an order. Mumbling thanks, Tsuna sat down at the corner as far away as possible.

Fong placed a plate and chopsticks in front of him, before putting out four others. Then he went back to get the miso soup and rice. Alaude had vanished sometime during the short conversation.

Before long, Kyo padded into the room, raking a hand through his scruffy hair. He was dressed in a lavender t-shirt and dark gray pants (how he wasn't on fire under those dark colors in the early autumn heat, Tsuna wasn't too sure). Taking the seat across from Tsuna, he blinked. "You're still here?" he commented, stating more than asking. "This is certainly a first-time occurrence." Discontinuing the conversation, he picked up the bowl of miso soup, and began eating.

Next to come out was Hibari. Wearing a light gray t-shirt and black rolled up cargo pants, Tsuna couldn't help but notice how nice he looked in normal clothes. Not that the white t-shirt and black shorts that he was usually wearing for school weren't flattering, this was just... different. In a good way. Hardly glancing at the herbivore, he took the seat next to him anyway. Grunting in response to the younger brunet's "I hope you don't mind if I stay…," he picked up his rice, and dug in hungrily.

Fong arrived next, handing out cups of cold barley tea from a tray. He leaned the lacquered wooden object on the side of the chair before sitting down, and smiled at how quiet the table was before picking a slice off of his egg bake.

Last to come in was Alaude. Wearing... a gray trench coat. What. "U- um... Alaude-san..." Tsuna mumbled nervously.

"Hmm?" Instead of turning his head, Alaude merely pointed his gaze toward the shortest member at the table.

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable under the scrutinizing stare, Tsuna squirmed on the inside, but forced himself to sit still. "Isn't… aren't you hot in that coat?"

"No." Closing his eyes to signify the conversation finished, Alaude returned to eating in silence. However, he took a pause, then made some kind of gesture towards Hibari.

The one in question pulled a face, but seemed to understand. He tugged sharply on Tsuna's shirt (
"Ow! What was that for, Hibari-san?"), to gain his attention. At the mention of their surname, three more heads turned.

"What?"

"I didn't do anything."

"Hm?"

"Kyouya."

Both Tsuna and the one "Hibari-san" he was speaking to turned to face the last comment. "You should call him Kyouya," Fong repeated, still smiling. "That way, we won't get mixed up. Although Kyo is also Kyouya... but call him Kyo."

"Or maybe you should call him Kyou-chan," Kyo interrupted.

Again with the wordless roaring noise. Except this time, it was accompanied by a shout of "Fight me!" Darting up from his chair, Hiba- Kyouya made to run around the table to tackle his brother. However, when he got past Alaude, his right arm seemed to suddenly shoot out behind him, and he lost his footing, feet slipping out from under him as he fell to the ground with a large thud.

"No fighting during breakfast," Alaude said, looking down at his book (Fong gave a sigh and commented on how Alaude could stop reading at the table). He held his left arm up, revealing one end of a pair of handcuffs fastened there, the chain leading straight down. "And Kyo, I said no making fun of them. Listen this time or I will arrest you."

On the floor, Kyouya growled and writhed, still intent on battling his older sibling. Tsuna could only gape helplessly in confusion. Alaude hadn't even moved; when had he caught Kyouya-san's hand in that? "Hiba- Kyouya-san…" he managed to stutter, "A- are you alright…?"

"He's not, I am," Kyo replied, smirking. "Hey, you. Tsunayoshi, was it? Since you two don't claim to be friends, what exactly would you consider your relationship with Kyouya?" Obviously, he was implying something (it was also clear what), but Alaude seemed to let it slide on account that it wasn't bluntly stated. That, and he was apparently still hungry. Although Fong elbowed the eldest son roughly and inconspicuously under the table, still smiling, albeit with a slightly strained look.

"A- Acquaintances?" Tsuna tested, feeling nervous.

"Hmm, well, I mean more specific than that. Obviously you're acquainted if you know each other's names."

"S- sorry. Um... I don't really know... Kyouya-san's the only one who doesn't hate me?"

"No, I hate you," Kyouya interjected, still wriggling on the floor, the short chain between the handcuffs restricting his ability in the simple action getting up off the ground.

"Uh, s- sorry… well… what I mean is, Kyouya-san's the only one who doesn't hate me significantly more than others. Hating people is just the way he is, but he doesn't pick on me specifically like everyone else… I guess…?" At the end of the small monologue, Tsuna's voice trailed off uncertainly, wondering how this description would be taken.

The answer: surprisingly well. Alaude gave the smallest, quietest, amused "pffffft" sound that the brunet had ever heard (actually, in retrospect, he wasn't quite sure whether it was the description of his son or something in his literature that caused it). Fong smiled again, looking genuinely happy this time. One corner of Kyo's lips upturned a bit, and he leaned back in his chair, seeming satisfied, an action that Tsuna interpreted as, "Well, what do you know, my kid brother really does know what friendship is." On Kyouya's face, his thin eyes widened in shock, and he stopped writhing.

The sudden silence descended like a weight, causing Tsuna to once again wriggle in nervousness (though this time, he showed it clearly). The one who broke it was Alaude, his shoulders shaking in suppressed laughter. Fong stifled a quiet giggle with his sleeve, and Kyo just continued smirking. "Wh- what?" Tsuna managed to gasp out, startled by the reactions.

"First time that I've heard anything other than complaints about Kyouya," Alaude commented, smirking, and bookmarked his page before closing it. "Nor for the rest of us."

There followed two clicking sounds, and Alaude continued. "Get up. Say what you were going to tell him before Kyo interrupted."

Obviously unhappy about having been trapped lamely on the floor for so long, but seeming to at least appreciate, or maybe acknowledge, the (relatively) positive comment from Tsuna, Kyouya got up and plonked back into his seat. Sighing, he pointed with his chopsticks at the figures about the table. "Kyo, my brother."

"A formal introduction for once. Wonderful."

"Fong, my father."

"Pleased to meet you. And in terms of position, more like a mother, I'd have to say."

"And Alaude, my other father."

"Hn."

Nodding to the introductions, Tsuna looked to Kyouya. He had already began eating again, and the brunet was slightly surprised at how this entire family switched gears at the drop of a hat. One minute they'd be trying to kill each other, the next they'd be peaceful, then they would get at each others throats again.

A small yellow bird flew in through the window. "Hibari! Hibari!" it chirruped, landing softly on top of Kyouya's hair. With a small "Hn?" he looked up, engaging in a staring contest with the bird, now leaning forward to see eye-to-eye. "Escape! Escape!" it chirped, resigning to nestling comfortably among the black strands.

"I told you to stop bringing animals home," Alaude interjected, back to reading his book.

Kyouya's lips formed a small frown. "They followed me home."

"Whatever. Just go find them."

Sighing, Kyouya swallowed the last of his meal, and stood up. "You're coming with me," he growled, tugging on Tsuna's shirt sleeve.

"Eh? Um, okay," was the only thing he was able to say in reply. Feeling foolish, he got up, having finished quickly (he was used to having to scarf before running to school), and followed Kyouya. The raven, bird still nesting in his hair, headed up the narrow wooden steps to the second floor.

Once there, the leader headed through a door on the left of the hallway. It was a large bedroom of sorts, with two similar (if mirrored) halves, divided through the center by tracks running through the ceiling and floor. "My side," Kyouya said, noticing Tsuna's puzzled look, and pointing at the floor on the right side of the track, then the left, "His side."

"Oh," Tsuna replied, realizing that "his" probably referred to Kyo.

"We split the room, because we didn't like having to be crowded into the same space."

He talks like they aren't related! Tsuna's mind screamed, but he quickly brushed it off. "Th- then, what are the tracks for?"

Wordlessly crossing to a very, very thin closet door, Kyouya opened it, and rolled several wall sections out. They followed the track without a single squeak on the tiny wheels, and after rolling out four or five, he stopped. There was now a partial wall between the two sections, with the portion closest to the door empty. "My side," Kyouya restated, pointing to the desk that sat in the corner.

"And this one's my side," Kyo said, standing in it, letting the door swing shut. "Now, if you're done, I would like to get some work done today." Disappearing behind the wall, he was lost to sight.

"They're not in here," Kyouya commented, frowning. He opened a window, and the bird flew out of it readily.

"U- um, Kyouya-san," Tsuna said, interruping the senior boy's train of thought. "Who's not here?"

"Roll and the others."

"…eh?"

Kyouya sighed. "Roll, Barinezumi and Kyoushintai¹ are hedgehogs that live here, as does Hibird," he said. "And the likelihood that some other animal is also here isn't very low."

What kind of names are those? Tsuna's mind itched to ask. They sound so… odd!

"Anyway," Hibari continued, "Help me find them." He began searching under the desk for the hedgehogs, and Tsuna, likewise, opened the closet door.

"By the way, Kyouya-san," he asked, standing on the tips of his toes and on a stool to see above the upper shelves. "There's no bed in here, where do you sleep?"

"Downstairs," the raven replied, now searching behind the small bookshelf. "These upstairs rooms are mostly for the privacy that we all require. Looks like they're not here; we'll have to search elsewhere."

As he lead the way out of the room, Tsuna obediently followed. "Owch!" he yelped, suddenly feeling something prick his sock-clad foot. Kyouya turned about expectantly, but was disappointed to see Tsuna hopping about, clutching his foot, while a pinecone lay on the floor. What was that doing there, anyway?

Dismissing the thought, Kyouya continued to drag the poor boy to the next room. "They won't be in Alaude or Fong's room," he muttered to himself as he walked. "Maybe the storeroom?" Turning, he headed through the short curtains in the doorway of a dusty, shelved room.

Letting go of Tsuna's hand, Kyouya began searching among the shelves. "You go search downstairs," he said, peeking between two boxes. "I'm going to assume that you're competent enough to not die."

Insisting that he would be fine, Tsuna slunk back into the hallway.

And promptly fell down the stairs to the first floor. Ordinarily, he would have lain there for a bit, contemplating how foolish he was. However, not wanting to be found slacking on the search, he jumped up and darted to the nearest open door.

Alaude was sitting at a low table (most likely a kotatsu without the blanket), reading over what looked like a report, judging by the neat stack of loose sheets in front of him. "U- um, Alaude-san," Tsuna squeaked, wary of interrupting the older man's reading.

"Hn?" Said older man looked up, and stared at Tsuna with his blue eyes. "Did you need something?"

"A- actually, I was wondering if you had seen any of Kyouya-san's… animals… in here."

"Ah, those." Placing the few papers he held onto the table top, Alaude reached under the table. "Can't say I have, but this cat came in earlier. Might as well take her." What he brought out was a tan-furred kitten, with dark red eyes. She looked slightly irate, but seemed passive enough. The leopard-like patches across her forehead and back were visible as she yawned, having probably been sleeping underneath the table before Alaude picked her up by the neck scruff. He held her out, still watching Tsuna intently, "Here."

Mumbling his thanks, Tsuna held the kitten with both hands. She flicked her tail in annoyance a bit at being forcibly removed from her napping spot, but nestled into the warm arms nonetheless. As Tsuna returned to the hallway, Alaude resumed his reading.

"Oi, herbivore."

Squeaking in shock, Tsuna turned at the voice. Of course, it was Kyouya. With a hedgehog on both shoulders and one on top of his head. "I found all of the- why are you carrying a cat?" he continued. "And when did Hibird decide he liked your head?"

"…Eh?" Tsuna reached a hand up (the kitten hissed at the lost warmth), and encountered something fluffy. Taking it down again, he was faced with the yellow bird from earlier, perched cutely on his finger. The boy smiled a bit. "Alaude said that this cat came in and was sleeping under the table… and I don't know when Hibird got here. Anyway, Kyouya-san, where were the he- Kyouya-san! What happened to your hand?"

Kyouya looked down at his left hand, now dripping crimson liquid onto the floor. "What, this?" he asked, unconcerned at the blood loss. "Nothing serious."

"Kyouya-san!" Tsuna squirmed, feeling queasy looking at it. "There's a centimeter-long hole in your hand! How isn't it serious?"

Kyouya shrugged. "Barinezumi has trouble remembering how long the spike closest to his head is. It happens."

"B- But, shouldn't you at least get that bandaged?"

"Sawada-san's right, you know," Fong said, suddenly appearing behind Tsuna (who, needless to say, suffered a bit of a panic attack). "That's worse than usual."

"You mean this happens often?" Tsuna nearly shrieked, suddenly quite a bit more afraid of the older boy than before.

"I told you," Kyouya sighed. "It happens."

"Anyway," Fong said, "Bandages. Don't pout, Kyouya, I absolutely refuse to have you bleeding all over the house."

Tsuna's face darkened. So… is he concerned for Kyouya-san's health or the cleanliness of the place?, he wondered half-heartedly. In the end, Kyouya was left with no choice but to allow Fong to treat the wound. The two boys left the room, one sporting a white bandage wrapped about his left hand, part of the palm already beginning to stain pink with the blood he was losing.

"I- I should get going, Kyouya-san," Tsuna stuttered, heading down the hallway.

"Hn."

Most of the residents joined the two at the porch to say goodbye to their first ever guest (who most likely would not be coming back anytime soon). Alaude, however, detached himself and watched from the upstairs window.

"See you, Tsunayoshi Sawada," Kyo grinned, leaning against one of the wooden banisters. "Remember, there's no school tomorrow either for you."

Fong was a bit more uplifting. "I do hope you'll come again," he said, waving, "You're such kind company."

"Th- Thank you," Tsuna mumbled. "U- uh… see you… sometime later, Kyouya-san. And thank you, Alaude-san!"

"Whatever," the blond called from the upper window, "I'll be sure to remember your name."

"Fight me!" Kyouya called upwards, ignoring the departing guest.

"I have no interest in fighting children."

"You should go throw grass at the neighbor's window," Kyo teased.

Kyouya roared, and leapt at his brother. The sounds of colliding metal filled the air, as Fong continued waving. Alaude yawned, uninterested.

Amid the chaos, Tsuna slipped away, fully intent on lazing the afternoon away on his bed. Coming back was not likely to happen again.

Just in case any of you were wondering, I've added a footnote for the hedgehogs. I'm very delighted that you read this far, and if there are any questions, feel free to ask. Please, please don't take what 10Hibari (Kyo) is saying too seriously; I mainly changed his personality to be more teasing as a reason to have him in there. I'm sure he doesn't actually think that his brother has a boyfriend.

¹- Roll is the name of the Vongola Cloud Hedgehog. Barinezumi, a portmanteau of "Hibari" and "Harinezumi" (hedgehog), is the name that both Kusakabe and Gokudera use to refer to any of the Cloud Hedgehogs. Kyoushintai is a name that I made up myself, a portmanteau of "Kyouya," Hibari's first name, and "Kyuushintai," meaning Needle Sphere. The reason for both Barinezumi and Kyoushintai appearing, is because Hibari owns at least two regular Cloud Hedgehogs, as seen during Tsuna's training and the Millefiore ambush. Very lame name, I know, but I figured, Hibird, Barinezumi, might as well make another portmanteau.

I've also included an omake, something that was in my head from close to the beginning of the story. Please enjoy.

"Kyouya-san!"

Every head in class 6-B turned, as the door opened to reveal Tsunayoshi Sawada, from 4-A. What did he need?

Kyouya-san…

Kyouya…

Kyouya H.

Kyouya… Hibari

Hibari! ?

The class atmosphere collectively darkened, upon realizing who exactly the young student was calling for. Opening the door without knocking was okay; it was break time. Calling for Hibari was okay; sometimes there was actually an incident that a regular student would report. Calling for Hibari with his first name, however, was not okay; it simply wasn't done.

Obviously, it was unexpected when Hibari actually stood up from his seat in the back row corner (actually, it was the only seat in that row), to confront the smaller student. "What, herbivore?" he growled, clearly annoyed at having his daydreaming session interrupted.

"Hibird and Barinezumi showed up in my classroom!" the brunet stuttered, "The teacher tried to hit Hibird with a textbook when he was sitting on my desk, and Barinezumi accidentally stabbed one of the girls, and then one of the other boys caught him and said that he would crush him for doing that!"

The area surrounding Hibari seemed to drop several degrees, and all of the nearby sixth-graders scooted quickly away. Scowling, the raven pushed past Tsuna (who hadn't managed to jump out of the way fast enough), and turned right, toward the fourth-grade section.

One (extremely) brave, or just stupid, sixth grader moved to the door, to see what was going on. He disappeared down the same direction. It was known that he had a little sister in class 4-A, so he was probably worried that the girl who had been accidentally stabbed by whatever "Kyoushintai" was, would be her.

The rest of the class remained silent and still, listening intently. A few moments of silence… then-

A loud (and very unmanly) male scream was heard, then the sound of running feet. Hibari's voice could be heard muttering darkly, then something heavy hit the ground with a thud. The footsteps again, then another yell, older this time, probably from the teacher. A loud thwack, that sounded suspiciously like a body hitting a chalkboard, was heard, then silence.

Hibari materialized in the doorway, dragging behind an unfortunate Sawada. The brunet was scared into silence, holding firmly onto what looked like a hedgehog and a yellow bird in his hands. They stopped in the hallway. "Do not, I repeat, do not let anything happen to them," Hibari menaced. "And don't call me Kyouya at school. Other places, I don't care, but not at school. Got it?"

Nodding feverishly, Sawada disappeared, probably back to his class.

Shortly after Hibari returned to his seat, the (extremely) brave, or just stupid, sixth grader returned as well. "I am extremely glad that Kyoko is alright," he said (shouted) to no one in particular. "By the way, Hibari, what's 4-A going to do without their teacher? I think you broke one of his extreme bones."

"I told them to free study," Hibari replied curtly, "I'm sure they'll figure something out."

6-B remained silent until the teacher returned. And for the rest of that day and the next, they made sure to be on their best behavior, in school and out. No one wanted to find out first-hand what exactly happened to the teacher.