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As Tsuna stumbled into his classroom, the usual commotion of squeaking chairs, laughter, and chatter silenced immediately.

A monotonous existence where I can predict reactions. Kurokawa Hana will tsk and glare at me, Nakamori Tanaka will flinch and try to cover it when I pass him, and then that person will -

"Hello, Sawada-san!" One bright voice pealed out. He nodded shortly to the orange-haired girl, Sasagawa Kyoko. He'd noticed gratefully that she only kept silent to respect him, not out of fear.

As gasps rose up in the class, he paid no attention to it, caramel eyes dull with hopelessness and frustration. He despised being unable to help himself, but he didn't know how he could stop the beatings. His throat ached and he suspected that anything he said would be reduced to a hoarse whisper. He could still feel the pressure on his throat. He slung his bag over his chair and lay his head on his desk, feeling dead as his headache throbbed.

Yamamoto came over to him, his usual grin plastered on his face. Tsuna didn't understand why no one could tell that it was false and empty. Even with his vision blurring with daze and exhaustion, he could tell clearly.

"Ne, ne, Sawada-san, did you get the box? You left it at our place." He said, faking cheerfulness. Tsuna felt anger well up inside him, burning through him, and glared heatedly at the taller boy.

"Yes." He rasped sharply, wincing and coughing harshly. Yamamoto froze, confused, and then made to tentatively pat him on the back when Tsuna dug his nails into his wrist, flinging his hand away.

"Don't touch me." His coughing subsided and he winced, rubbing his aching throat. Then Yamamoto noticed the bruises.

"Whoa, what happened, Sawada-san?" Tsuna glared at him.

"It was your fault." He replied angrily, coughing again. Yamamoto looked confused and his fangirls were affronted enough to hiss, but then the teacher walked in, followed by a scowling silver-haired boy.

"Please take a seat, Yamamoto-kun and… Sawada-san." She said, voice trembling. Tsuna glowered out the window and Yamamoto looked confused and hurt as he sat back in his seat.

The teachers hardly ever bothered to call on Tsuna in class unless a) he needed it for his marks or b) they were a substitute. Unfortunately for them, today they had a substitute.

"Sasagawa Kyoko-san?"

"Here!"

"Kurokawa Hana-san?"

"Tch."

"Sawada Tsunayoshi-kun?"

There was a tense silence during which the students froze, fighting the urge to turn around. The teacher, oblivious, repeated, "Sawada Tsunayoshi? Is he here?"

Then Tsuna scowled and raised his hand the slightest inch.

"Oh, thank you, Sawada-kun!" She continued cheerfully. Tsuna's scowl darkened and all the students shivered. Then he winced as his headache reached a splitting peak and stood up abruptly, trying not to sway.

"Nurse." He said shortly as the teacher looked at him questioningly. He grabbed his bag and walked out, making his way not to the nurse's office, but to the roof. Tsuna pushed the door open, taking a deep breath of cool air and closing his eyes. His headache receded for a moment, then returned kicking and screaming.

The pained brunet winced again for the hundredth time that morning, pondering knocking himself out with something. He leaned his back on the fence, gazing at the small puffy clouds dotting the azure sky over the horizon. He began humming a song he'd heard on the radio, singing it softly in hopes of distracting himself.

"Tell me, please tell me, what this world is all about...

Exactly, who resides within me?

I'm broken, so broken - amidst this world.

Yet you laugh, blind to everything.

Being as broken as I am, I hold my breath,

And it can't be unraveled, it can no longer be unraveled...

Not even the truth.

Breakable; unbreakable - psychotic; unable to go insane

I'll find you, and...

In this shaken, twisted world, I gradually become transparent, unable to be seen.

Please don't bother looking for me; don't stare at me..

I merely don't want to hurt you, inside a world, that came out of someone's imagination.

So please remember me; as vivid as I was –"

Tsuna cut himself off, coughing violently and rubbing his throat. He sighed and slid down the iron linked fence, slumping. He took out a book he'd borrowed from the library from his bag, flipping it open to the dog-eared page. His head still ached, throbbing every now and then as he continued, enthralled, through the chapters.

Then the pain reached a head-splitting peak, sending a sharp screech echoing through Tsuna's skull. He bit back a cry, grabbing his head and scrunching his eyes shut. A black wave descended upon him and he gave in, letting himself be dragged down into the blissful void.

Hibari scowled, sensing someone on the roof where he was headed. He slipped his tonfas into his hands, silently vowing to maul whoever it was. He slammed the roof door open, expecting to see a cowering herbivore. Instead, what he saw was the limp form of a certain object of interest. Hibari raised an eyebrow and walked over, crouching next to the boy.

The uniquely caramel eyes were shut and the herbivore's breathing was steady, if not a bit fast. His face looked peaceful and innocent and his pale lips were slightly parted, making him look the definition of cute if you ignored the raw red gash on his cheek. The carnivore felt a sudden urge to protect the herbivore, which was stupid seeing as the herbivore could clearly take care of himself.

At first he thought that the brunet was asleep and smirked, then he realized with a jolt that a) the herbivore's book was knocked over instead of on his lap, b) the contents of the herbivore's bag were strewn next to him, and c) his face was slightly scrunched up, as if he was in pain.

Hibari connected these facts silently and came to the conclusion that he wasn't asleep naturally, but unconscious. He straightened and looked down at the herbivore with an inkling of concern, wondering why the herbivore had come to the roof in the first place. Filing that away in the back of his mind to ask later, he knelt down again and poked the herbivore curiously with a tonfa.

The herbivore didn't react, just scrunched up his face a bit more. Then Hibari scowled, irritated that he hadn't responded, and jabbed the herbivore harshly in the side. The effect was immediate as Tsuna sat up with a jolt, knocking Hibari in the chin with the top of his head.

Hibari reeled back, shocked, as the herbivore let out a whimper and clutched his head. Tsuna glared up at Hibari with teary eyes, which the prefect couldn't take seriously.

"Don't do that, idiot!" Tsuna spat, rubbing the top of his head. Hibari scowled at the insult, swinging down instinctively with a tonfa. Tsuna's eyes narrowed and he raised an arm. Hibari's eyes flashed slight surprise when he realized that the small herbivore had blocked his tonfa, besides the fact that there would probably an enormous bruise forming and that the brunet was gritting his teeth.

Hibari looked at the forearm in question and realized sharply that he'd struck the injured arm of the rabbit-like herbivore when he spotted the bandages. No wait – thinking deeper on it, Hibari decided that the brunet was more of a fox: a fluffy, omnivorous creature that could also be quite savage.

Hibari put his tonfa down and Tsuna immediately pulled his arm close to his chest, hissing in pain as he fought back tears. Hibari stared down at him for a moment, the epitome of frigidity, then turned and walked back through the door.

He didn't know why he was doing this for the little fox, but he knew, without question, that he wanted to help the fox. Somehow, he knew that the injuries covering the fluffy brunet weren't caused by his opponents. There was something else at play, something worse. And Hibari Kyoya didn't lie, especially not to himself, so he continued to the nurse's office.

When he stepped in, he fixed a glare to his face in case someone was inside, and looked around. The room was empty and Hibari sighed, going over to the small fridge in the corner and grabbing an icepack. Then he paused. If the herb-omnivore had somehow fallen unconscious, then he probably needed one more icepack, if it had something to do with his head.

As he made his way back to the roof, Hibari made a silent vow.

If I can find a way to help the small omnivore, I will. Any way I can.

There. End. Anyways, what did you guys think of Hibari? Did I make him too OOC? I feel like I did... but I'm still really proud! Please review and flames will be fed to Uri!