Hey guys! I bring yet another insane drivel to the beautiful fandom. I've thought this up, like, ages ago but never really bothered about it since I had a feeling that this will turn into a monster multi-chaptered fic that will blow up on my face. But my best friend, thekookyeccentric, enabler of bad thoughts, convinced me to put this up and even made an FST for this. So this is pretty much all her fault.

This is a Model AU that actually started because I wanted to write 6918 smut. Seriously. I don't even know as to when a plot managed to worm its way in here, but it did, and it's here to stay because I can't write decent porn to save my life. And because I fell in love with the idea of a Model AU.

Title: Vongola Weekly
Characters/ Pairing: Hibari Kyouya, Miura Haru, Sasagawa Kyoko, Sawada Tsunayoshi, Reborn, Chrome Dokuro in this chapter; main pairing is 6918 (actually, it's more of Everyone/Hibari), some RebornLuce for this one
Rating: T for the meantime.
Warnings: OOCness, inconsistencies, language, violence
Summary: In which Hibari bites people to death and actually experiences the repercussions of his actions.

Disclaimer: I am but a poor college student. I own nothing.

I. Hibari Kyouya, Poor Working College Student

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Hibari Kyouya was raised and trained to be the perfect gentleman.

He was learned in every aspect of the arts (especially the art of war). He was educated in a very strict environment where discipline was the absolute basis of everything. He has perfected the (rather tedious but) beautiful and gentle art of the Japanese Tea ceremony. He has mastered every known and secret martial arts technique before he even turned six and he was very much articulate in more than seven languages.

And most importantly, he has been taught to confer women with great respect as it was the sign of a true gentleman. Although in his case, it was more of a requirement than anything, since his mother and grandmother were his very first teachers and hell forbid if he didn't give them respect. While rather underdeveloped, he still had some sense of self-preservation.

One of the lessons he has learned was that gentlemen, at any costs, do not hit women.

Hibari never really thought much about this particular lesson as he tended to avoid people (crowding, he called it) and people seemed to tend to avoid him.

He never really deemed it important.

Until now…

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"Hahi! Rokudo Mukuro is on the cover of the latest Vongola Weekly!"

The noisy girl with the brown hair on the counter chirps exuberantly and Hibari has to refrain himself from hauling the nearest object at her. He had been grudgingly subjected to listening to her pointless blabbering for a good five minutes and Hibari still cannot comprehend as to what exactly was so bloody interesting about this Rokudo bastard she was excitedly talking about.

For all he cared to know, Rokudo Mukuro was just another one of those hedonistic bitch-fed models who rake in millions of cash for being a narcissist.

"Miura." Hibari called out coldly, pushing the plate of millefeuille towards the counter and effectively surprising and cutting off the girl from her superficially endless tirade.

"Hahi!" Hibari is quickly reminded why he doesn't like surprising the girl. It just makes her noisier, if that was even marginally possible. "Haru has almost forgotten about the order. Haru is very sorry about this Hibari-san!" Miura Haru exclaims as she throws him an apologetic look with those annoyingly shiny eyes of hers, before placing the plate on a tray oh-so carefully and zooming off to serve at some random table.

The dark-haired teenager sighed exasperatedly, leaning on the wall of the cramped kitchen he was forced to work in. He personally didn't like working part-time at the local café but at least the pay was good; definitely not good enough to pay his rent and college fees, but it was good enough to keep him and his pets away from starvation, for which he was the least bit grateful.

And Hibari would never admit it, but he was quite fond of cooking.

The only problem was that he just can't appear to get used to the incessant noise of the ostentatious females he has to work with.

"Um, Hibari-san," one of his female colleagues called and he looked up from his internal monologue begrudgingly. A thin eyebrow rose in recognition; the girl was called Sasagawa Kyoko and if his memory serves him right, she was the café owner's daughter and he was pretty sure that he saw her once or twice at the university.

"Were we bothering you earlier?"

Yes, yes you were, and I would appreciate it if you take your incessant yapping elsewhere, was what he would've liked to say but Hibari Kyouya was a gentleman so he settles instead for a non-committal, "No", before grabbing the whisk and the batter to start on the chocolate cake he was supposed to be baking.

"Oh, I see…" Kyoko mumbled off uncertainly. "I'll try to tell Haru-chan not to talk too loud next time as to not bother you" She added with a smile.

Hibari internally shook his head; he could never really understand females…

…And he has no plans to figure them out whatsoever; he has no apparent use for them in this current lifetime so—

"Hahi!"

"Haru-chan!"

There is the distinct clatter of china and it only takes Hibari a millisecond to charge out form the kitchen and see the scene unfold in front of him. He frowned. One of their few customers was currently holding the Miura girl roughly by the wrist and Hibari might not be an expert on the social norms (of the rest of the world that is) but he knows that that clearly counts as harassment.

A clear obstruction of justice (and sweet, bloody silence)

Hibari grinned, his bloodlust showing as he languidly strolled towards the customer. His every step bringingan aura of dread to the dumbstruck patron who had stopped harrying the girl the moment Hibari made his entrance from the kitchen. It's been a while since he used his tonfas and they were craving for some blood.

"I'll bite you to death"

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"Take five, everyone!" The puberty-stricken voice of Sawada Tsunayoshi rang inside the studio as the young heir of the Vongola Company made his way awkwardly towards the couch where his advisor/ tutor was currently lounging at.

"You're late, Dame-Tsuna." The Italian model, most commonly known as Reborn drawled, his lilting Italian accent causing the female models nearby to swoon.

Tsuna sighed and rolled his eyes as the older man threw the models a sultry smile. "Luce-san is not going to be happy when she finds out you've been flirting with the other models again." He lightly berated the Italian who merely frowned at him, clearly unimpressed. "Of course I'm late, I had school and I don't even need to be here every day, Reborn."

"Yes you do, it was your grandfather's last wish before he died." The Italian man answered solemnly, feigning to make a sign of the cross.

"Grandpa Timoteo's not even dead! " Tsuna cried, "And besides, if he wanted someone to look after the business then Xanxus would've been a much better choice than me."

"Xanxus isn't the heir."

"So?" The young man snapped, sitting agitatedly at the couch. "He might as well be and you know that, Reborn." He mumbled, trailing off and the Italian model could only grin widely as he heard snippets of Tsuna's soliloquy of woe.

"I've heard that a thousand times, Dame-Tsuna." Reborn mocked, running a hand through his hair. "Don't think I haven't memorized your pathetic monologue of despair."

Tsuna grumbled something incoherent under his breath before mumbling out a response. "Fine, I got it."

"Good, because you have a lot of things to straighten out today," handing Tsuna a folder, the model got up and started to walk away.

"Ah, you're leaving early today?" Tsuna asked, looking at Reborn's retreating form.

"Uni has a ballet recital."

"Ah! That was today? Tell Uni-chan I said good luck." The Japanese said, remembering that despite appearances, Reborn was actually a very devoted family man with a beautiful wife, a lovely daughter, and a sweet, little granddaughter.

"I'll tell her that. Now start working, Dame-Tsuna."

Brown eyes widened exponentially as the future heir to the Vongola Company leafed through the numerous contents of the folder. "What the heck. I can't believe Gokudera-kun did that! Well actually I can but—"

A sardonic grin made its way to Reborn's lips as he listened to the beginnings of Tsuna's scandalized litany. He stopped as he reached the exit, leaning against the doorway lazily.

"Oh yeah, Dame-Tsuna, Mukuro needs a new assistant, pronto."

"Eh, why?"

"Chrome's leaving for Paris."

"I know that. But didn't we just hire a new assistant for him?"

"The new one made a crack about Mukuro's hair, so naturally, she got fired."

"Oh. Yeah. Naturally."

Tsuna groaned in misery.

Where in the world was he going to look for someone who can stand Mukuro?

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Apparently, going on an all-out rampage to decapitate a sexual harasser will get you fired from your part-time job.

Hibari Kyouya mused absently as he sat uncaringly at the sidewalk outside the café he worked at, or rather, used to work at. A scowl made its way to his face as he remembered that he had utility bills and tuition fees to pay.

And now, he just lost a job.

That was the third time he'd been fired this month.

Well, shit.

The hell was he going to tell his bastard of an uncle?

"Dad! Please be reasonable, Hibari-san was just trying to protect us…you don't have to fire him!" Sasagawa Kyoko cried, and the dark-haired teen's eyes widened just a fraction as the girl tried to reason with her father.

"I am being reasonable, Kyoko! I just fired him instead of having him pay for all the damage!" The older man retorted to his daughter, casting a disdainful look at the broken glass and furniture lying around the shop. "I'm going to the police department to file a report on that sexual harasser. I want you and Haru to go straight home. Call Ryohei and let him know what happened, okay?"

"Dad, please!"

"Okay, Kyoko?" The man asked more firmly, looking at his daughter straight in the eyes.

The girl relented, nodding sadly. Mr. Sasagawa, appearing satisfied, clasped a hand on his daughter's shoulder and went out through the backroom, bypassing Haru who was coming out of the bathroom.

Well, that was interesting.

Hibari sighed for the umpteenth time, before slinging his bag over his shoulder. He still had an exam to study for and seeing as he just got fired; he also needed to find a new job and he obviously did not have the time to sit idly on the sidewalk. No matter how fitting it may have been considering his current predicament.

"I'm really, really sorry Hibari-san." Sasagawa's voice called out from behind him, and despite his better judgment, Hibari looked back.

"Haru is sorry too, it's her fault that Hibari-san got fired." Miura sobbed, tears filling her too-wide eyes and the dark-haired teenager inwardly winces at the pathetic look the girl was currently sporting. She opened her mouth to say something, probably something along the lines of 'sorry', but Hibari raised a hand.

"It's fine." He said through gritted teeth.

Hibari looked at the girls long-sufferingly, before digging through his pockets to get a pristine handkerchief and what appeared to be a calling card. He handed Miura the handkerchief, fighting the urge to wipe her tears himself because the girl truly looked like a kicked puppy.

"Sasagawa," Hibari handed her the calling card. "Call the number there. Tell them I told you to call, and they'll take care of the damage." He said quietly.

Kyoko's eyes widened considerably, staring at the (rather gaudy) calling card the older teen handed her. She looked back at Hibari and opened her mouth to protest. "But Hibari-san—"

"Just do it, Sasagawa." The dark-haired teen said with a hint of finality, already walking away from the two girls.

Kyoko frowned worriedly before looking at the calling card again. She plastered a pained smile and turned to Haru who was dabbing her eyes with Hibari's handkerchief. "Come on, Haru-chan, we have a phone call to make."

Haru sniffled. "I hope Hibari-san will be okay."

"I hope so too, Haru-chan." The auburn-haired girl echoed, staring at their former co-worker's retreating back. "I hope so too."

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"Let go!"

The moment the tip of his shoe entered the obscure alleyway, Hibari knew it had been a bad idea to take the shortcut back to his apartment. He momentarily considered turning around and taking another route but scoffed at the thought. Even though he wasn't the Disciplinary Chairman anymore, it was still his duty to uphold the peace in Namimori as one of its law-abiding citizens.

And Hibari was nothing if not a law-abiding citizen.

"A feisty one, aren't you missy?"

"Let me go!"

Hibari casually strolled deeper into the alley, relishing in the cold feel of his tonfas. From the sound of things, a young woman was being mugged by some filthy herbivore. How typical. He sauntered over to the clearing where the mugging was taking place and impassively assessed the situation.

A large man, probably three times Hibari's size was currently assaulting a petite, violet-haired woman, who was, Hibari noted with a single raised eyebrow, putting up quite a fight. He dropped his bag on the cleanest patch of pavement in the alley, catching the attention of the woman who looked at him with a panicked and pleading look on her face, before taking out his tonfas and turning to finally address the thug who, unlike the woman, seemed to not have noticed him.

"You're disturbing the peace, herbivore."

The thug snarled at him, "What's it to you, pretty boy?" pulling the woman flush against him as he took out a knife, pressing it against the woman's neck. "Why don't you just run on home to mommy—"

And the large ruffian never got to finish whatever idiocy he was going to sprout next as a tonfa slams against his broad chest, throwing him off balance and loosening his hold on the violet-haired woman. "Move," Hibari hissed to the woman as he brought up his other tonfa to the thug's face, breaking the larger man's nose with a sickening and satisfying crack.

"YOU BASTARD!" bellowed the man, blood streaming down from his broken nose; before groggily taking a swipe at Hibari with the knife. The dark-haired teen easily dodged and aimed a well-placed kick to the man's crotch, eliciting a girly squeal and a stream of curses. "FUCK! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

The man charged and Hibari afforded him with the most uninterested look his handsome (he was not pretty, damnit) face was capable of.

And that was saying something because Hibari Kyouya was the poster child of poker faces.

"I don't think so, herbivore."

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"I-Is he dead?" The violet-haired woman asked, tottering in her four-inch heels towards the large thug and kicking the large, unconscious lump.

"Not yet," Hibari responded easily as if he did this everyday (he probably did, there really was no knowing with Hibari), bending over to pick up his bag and slipping it over his shoulder. "He has three broken ribs and a crushed esophagus. He'll live."

"Oh."

Turning on his heels, the dark-haired teenager started to walk away from the violet-haired woman, adamant on getting home quickly as he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to leave food for Hibird. And Roll. He had only taken two long strides before a small hand closed upon his wrist and subsequently encroached upon his personal space.

"U-Um, thanks for saving me," the woman garbled out hurriedly in her soft voice that was starting to seriously grate at Hibari's already frayed nerves. "I'm Nagi, Rokudo Nagi" She introduced herself and Hibari had to wonder as to what kind of idiot gave their names out like that, honestly, what if he was some sort of creepy pervert stalker?

Not that Hibari Kyouya was a creepy pervert stalker, mind you.

Because he wasn't.

A creepy pervert stalker, that is.

"I want to properly thank you, so, if you…need anything…" Nagi trailed off and Hibari turned slightly to see that she was digging through her bag and taking out a crumpled card. "Um, here's my calling card." She shyly placed the bedraggled piece of card on his hand and he crushed down the feeling of déjà vu that was starting to creep up on him.

Hadn't he done the same thing earlier?

Well, whatever.

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tbc

A/N: In which I half-ass the ending because I can.

There is a good reason as to why I used Nagi as Chrome's name. You'll find about it later. Hopefully. If I even actually continue this.

I know that Hibari is a tad bit OOC. But then again, this is AU, so I feel that I am at least allowed some liberties here. Don't worry, the extent of Hibari's OOC-ness in this fic would be restricted in his internal monologues. Because no one can be completely poker faced all the time. Not even Hibari Kyouya. It is my firm belief that there is snark hidden underneath that apathetic exterior.

Just some clarifications about the ages; Hibari, Haru, Kyoko, and Tsuna are college-aged. While Chrome and the others are TYL-ish. All of the Arcobalenos in here would be, of course, in their adult forms.

Should I continue this? Is it worth reading? Do you want to read more about Hibari Kyouya's escapades?

Leave me a review!