Yay, a crossover! After finishing Drrr! I started thinking of this.

It was a nice day for Hibari Kyoya.

Today at school there were very few students who rebelled.

It was very quiet, too.

As of now, Hibari was patrolling Namimori's streets; on lookout for any troublemakers.

The neighborhoods were at peace. Everyone was inside, away from the frosty wind. Hibari was only wearing his everyday uniform; no warm clothes. That didn't matter. Through the market street he was going, when he heard a commotion.

"Watch where you're going!" some yelled.

"Who do you think you are?" others shouted.

Hibari's eye twitched when he saw that the commotion had created a large crowd.

Dear reader, you should know, that Hibari Kyoya is one of those humans who can't tolerate crowds-of any kind.

Especially rowdy ones.

"What are you pathetic lowlifes crowding for," he demanded, but was only heard by one bystander-who didn't flinch at all under Hibari's threatening glare.

"This blond guy bumped into a gang leader; and he hasn't apologized to him. I heard that the blond is known in Ikebukuro as the 'strongest man'."

Hibari raised an eyebrow, somewhat intrigued.

"Oh? How strong?"

The bystander grinned, "From what I remember, he can detach a telephone pole and swing it around like a baseball bat! He can even throw a person around like a rag doll!"

Hibari was definitely interested in seeing this.

He pushed aside some people until he was in the front row. There, he saw an extremely muscled guy with a mohawk and tattoos-the gang leader; and he also saw a tall, fairly muscled blond wearing a waiter's outfit.

"Well?" the leader yelled.

"'Well' what?" the blond asked back; he looked ready to snap, Hibari assumed.

"Aren't you gonna beg for forgiveness?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Tch-"

"Don't you have more important things to do than demanding people to hog at your feet?"

The leader 'tsked' and snapped his fingers.

Two members bearing bats stepped forward.

"This'll teach you to mess with me," the leader barked.

The two members charged at the blond, swinging their bats uncoordinatedly. The blond just clicked his tongue, bent his cigarette in half, then stepped on it after dropping it on the floor.

'Guess he's snapped,' Hibari thought.

Sure enough, the blond had struck both members straight in the face, sending them flying through the air; one crashed into a stand selling crabs, and the other landed straight into a port-a-potty.

Hibari whistled, impressed, 'Not bad,' he deemed.

He turned back quickly after hearing a sickening clang. A gang member had snuck behind the blond and swung a pipe right at his head. Blood trickled slowly down the blond's forehead.

"Heh, serves you right!" the gang leader sneered.

Hibari was about to step forward but when the blond's head raised, he stopped.

"Now I'm pissed," he growled, his eyes had a psychotic intention; Hibari liked it.

What happened next is probably unexplainable, more for the young audience than the actual events, but what the heck, mind as well.

The blond ran straight towards the gang and rammed into a few members. He knuckle punched three guys on their noses; probably beyond repair. A few guys tried to hit the blond with broken pipes or bats, but the blond simply either took the hit, grabbed their collars, and sent them flying, or he snatched their weapon and hit them with it.

One member had a pocket knife and managed to stab the blond's thigh, but the blond only kicked him away.

Finally, after whooping a couple of asses here and there-literally-and knocking some(a whole lot) out, he and the leader were the only ones standing-minus the crowd-.

The leader was shaking like a leaf; his members surrounding him like a pile of dead bodies-which was somewhat true, except for the dead part.

"Oh look it here, a dog with its tail between its legs. What should I do to it?" the blond cackled maniacally, cracking his knuckles while moving towards him.

The gang leader only pleaded pathetically.

"P-Please spare m-m-me! I'll give you a-anything you want!"

The blond stopped in front of him, his head low.

"Anything huh?"

"Y-Yes!"

The blond raised his head, he was smiling like a sadist, and the blood smearing his face did not soften his expression at all.

"How about you writhing in pain?"

The gang leader paled. "Wh-"

He was cut off with a blow to the face.

In the end, the blond stood victorious, and the gang was taken straight to jail.

After the crowd of bystanders had left-more like ran off after realizing that the infamous Hibari Kyoya was fuming a deadly aura-Hibari went to the blond.

"Hey," he started.

The blond faced him, his expression was no longer tense or psychotic, it was...calm?

"Need something, kid?" he sounded almost bored.

Hibari felt a strange affinity towards this man already.

"Well?"

He took a step back and nodded at the blond.

"That was pretty impressive."

The blond blinked, "Thanks," he said.

Hibari then swiped out a tonfa.

"You seem strong enough to be a worthy opponent."

The blond sighed and shook his head.

"No thanks kid, I'm through for today. Besides, I don't like violence."

He stood up and started to leave, but before he left, he placed a hand on Hibari's head.

"I've gotta head back to 'Bukuro."

He was about to take a step, when Hibari told him, "We'll fight over there then."

The blond frowned but grinned the next second.

"Sure, kid. Later."

"It's Hibari Kyoya. Not, 'kid'."

The blond's grin widened; he liked this boy's attitude.

"Heiwajima Shizuo," the blond-Shizuo-responded then took his leave.

Hibari stood there for a while, then continued his rounds.

~fin~

...aren't Hibari and Shizou's crazy grins(the best?) alike? Heh.