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I'm just trying out an idea for this fanfic , if you liked it ...please review...ill continue...

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Oh , how I wish...I owned khr

Mukuro x Tsuna , Hibari x Gokudera

"Sawada Tsunayoshi...you will be mine..."

A red light shone in the darkness, Tsuna dared to step closer...

It was a distant voice, whispering alluringly into Tsuna's ear. He shivered in his sleep, stirring from side to side on his bed. With a loud gasp, he rose, knocking his bed lamp aside. Tsuna scratched his brown hair puzzedly his wide, brown eyes searched the looming shadows of his room. He let out a wide yawn, stretching his arms to the ceiling.

It was another nightmare for him; it never revealed the identity of the whisperer.

It was a battle of the identity.

Soft blankets slid off his small figure as he strode towards the closed curtain. As he pulled it apart, he observed dawn peeking through the gaps, uncertain to see its victim's reaction.

But Tsuna only smiled: he loved the light.

Tsuna's POV...

I greeted the students this morning hesitantly, and a nervous shuffle among the students caught my attention. I shrugged it off my shoulders with a confident smile. I readjusted my glasses above my nose to regain any distracted attention of students.

"Good morning..." I squeaked.

After all, teenagers didn't scare me. I fumbled with my keys, quivering with unknown nervousness.

"Forgot where the toilet is, Sensei? ... shehehe." A blonde teenager snided.

They whispered amongst each other, pointing and sneering at me. I widened my eyes at the brown stain on my shirt. A deep red blush spread along my cheeks. Time ticked by, but I continued to fidget by straightening out my shirt.

Chocolate must have spilt on my shirt...

A loud bang on a desk announced itself across the jeering students. They all turned spontaneously with a startled expression. A silver-haired teenager cleared his throat as his hand motioned for me to continue. I couldn't help but notice a skull-chained necklace shimmering in the sunlight as he flicked his fingers towards them. Gokudera-kun's aura was of a fearless and determined teenager, with no boundaries or rules to obtain him from reaching his goal. Plus, he was rather beautiful...

I pinched myself under the desk, thoughts like these were forbidden in the classroom...

"You were saying, Sensei...?" He tilted his head daringly towards the hushed students.

"As I was saying..."

And so the day began.

...

A bell rang across the classroom, students bolted upright and it gained the attention that I was pleading for only minutes before. They sprinted out of the classroom, murmuring and bidding farewell to each other. I sighed and placed my folders neatly on top of each other; my day wasn't the best. The rude, male teenagers of this school had no respect for any teachers. I gripped the side of the table fiercely, battling the surge of dizziness. A firm hand grabbed me across the waist, concerned green eyes reflected my frightened plain features.

"Sensei, are you alright?" Gokudera whispered softly. His hands gripped tighter around my waist, pulling me closer to his soft, curved lips.

"Eto... I'm fine, thank you." I replised as I gently pushed him aside and tripped, he reluctantly let go. He slung his bag around his shoulders, before Gokudera smiled goofily.

I covered my face in the palm of my hands; this was not good...

...

For weeks, Gokudera followed me across school, aiding me with my folders or eating with me during lunch. I laughed loudly at most times, blushed at some, and cringed at others. He told stories of mafia in Italy, his old home. The bloody and gruesome stories made me stop eating my lunch, but Gokudera offered to finish it. His eyes were the most attractive, the tranquility of his eyes seemed to deceive his true personality of determination and stubbornness. Gokudera's silver hair shimmered in the sunlight, making girls from the opposite school squeal loudly. He'd glare at them, before ruffling my hair and stating how cute I was.

Soon winter approached, and the mornings grew colder and less formidable to walk in. I rubbed my gloves together, blowing in huge puffs and giggling to myself at the absurdity of how young I was acting. A tap on my shoulder caused to me to jump, knocking my head against a branch.

"Ah, principal...good morning!" I smiled heartily towards the elderly man. He nodded his head roughly and motioned me to his office. I wiped my nose against my shirt, acknowledging the pinkness of my cheeks and my tousled spiky hair blowing with the wind in the window.

The principal's office was a huge office, decorated with gold and red emblems along its interior. Expensive pots and plants stood lonely at each corner of the room.

"We have a new teacher..." He interrupted in an authoritive tone. I was a bit disturbed at his sudden indignant tone, so I tilted my head in confusion. He stepped aside to reveal a tall, handsome man. His raven-coloured hair was tied in a tight ponytail, spiked at an odd direction...almost like a pineapple.

I resisted the urge to giggle, but I immediately pursed my lips due to the principal's acid-stare.

"Good morning, my name is Mukuro..." He bowed formally. I stood frozen, awed at the intensity of his sharp and arrogant features .The stranger merely gazed at me with narrowed electrifying, blue eyes and smirked . I rubbed my eyes and repositioned my scarf along my neck.

The principal noticed my frozen and blushing state, so he offered the man for another quick tour.

As the man strode past me, his leather jacket brushed against my shivering arm.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi..." He whispered with a shadowed face.

I swivelled my head towards his back in shock, too afraid to answer.

And so the battle began.

Beta'd by my wonderful beta- UKELICIOUS :)

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