A/N:
Soooooo... long time no see :P. Thankyou, all the reviewers! :D And thanks for all the faves and alerts, I'm really happy that there's so many people who like this~ :D

The long awaited chapter 2!

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Chapter 2

About 15 feet from Yamamoto's worn sneakers lay his trusty school bag, it's cotton threads toasty warm from the sun. Comfortably resting on top of it, heedlessly using it as a vicarious pillow, was the person he wanted to see the least right then. Not only was he a prefect…

…he was also a napping Hibari Kyouya.

Well crikey. That situation could've been more convenient. Yamamoto scratched his head, raking his fingers through his short black hair in sudden frustration. Was there some kind of plot against him? Not only did he meet him this morning and was he to do so again after school in detention, now he had to stumble upon Hibari during school? In the worst possible place?

Ah, no, it could've been worse. Yamamoto could have decided to play a bit of ball and come up to the roof with one of the familiar baseballs in hand, ready to play games while he should really be in class. Possibly after just damaging school property. Now that would have been a bad time to come across Hibari.

Yamamoto stood holding the door for a minute, contemplating what he wanted to do. There was no way he should wake up the prefect, because that would be instant death. He needed his books for his Japanese class right now, though. Removing his bag come pillow from underneath Hibari's head would definitely wake the teen up. But he couldn't get to his bag without removing it from there, and that would, whichever way he did it, wake him up.

Decisions, decisions.

Would he rather go to his class bookless, or did he want to go to the infirmary limbless?

Yamamoto was pretty sure he could hold his own against Hibari for a while in a fair fight, but right now he didn't have any kind of weapon on him except for his bare hands and Hibari always carried his tonfas with him. Takeshi briefly entertained the popped up mental image of Hibari in a pair of soft, tonfa-patterned pyjamas. That was something he probably shouldn't mention to him. Or Tsuna, for that matter. Or anyone else actually, lest it became publically known that he liked to think of Hibari in a cute, harmless kind of way and was now dead because of it, kthnxbai.

A welcome gust of wind helped Yamamoto cool down his heated mind. Alright. He was going to get his bag. It wasn't just a matter of school necessities anymore (though he should remember that term and use it in his sure-to-follow argument with Hibari), it came down to a matter of pride. Was he really going to let Hibari passively, unawares, scare him out of retrieving his own belongings?

Of course not.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight-

Hibari stirred, the breeze seemed to have tickled his face because he scrunched it up. Yamamoto fought down the flutters in his stomach, because now was not the time to admire how cute the prefect's nose looked when he scrunched his face like that, or how today's heat had made a small, soft blush appear on those angled cheekbones.

-twelve-

His stomach lurched when Hibari's steel-blue eyes suddenly snapped open, immediately locating him when he stepped into what was most likely his very personal bubble. Yamamoto froze to the concrete, the sun beating down on his head mercilessly while he reassessed the situation. Blimey. Well that was not good.

Hibari lazily raised a hand to his mouth while he stood there fighting down a bout of mild panic, yawning into his deceptively daintily stretching fingers. His eyes never left Yamamoto's frozen smile while he got up leisurely, stretching his entire body with cat-like grace before bestowing any more attention upon him.

'Yamamoto Takeshi. You disrupted my nap.'

Yamamoto forcefully relaxed his posture and smiled broadly at him. He watched Hibari's every move while he commenced a little explaining to distract the prefect while he inched closer to his now vacated bag sneakily.

'Ah, yes, sorry 'bout that, Hibari-san. But you see, you were sleeping on my bag and I need it for class.'

And then there were tonfas, sliding out from somewhere on the other's person, held loosely by his sides.

Shit.

Was Hibari really wanting to pick a fight with him over this? Well, yes, he always preferred to fight after all. Yamamoto sighed at the unwelcome though expected turn of events, catching the way Hibari's thin eyebrow raised sharply at the action.

'I have confiscated it.' Hibari informed nonchalantly, leaning his weight onto his left leg. The pose looked relaxed, but Yamamoto knew it didn't matter what the other looked like. He had to know what he was thinking to be able to predict his next move. Yamamoto smiled airily, folding his arms behind his head.

Lately, he had been discovering that that was an increasingly difficult task. When he had just met the head-prefect, everything he did Yamamoto could see coming from a mile away. He had him all figured out, or at least enough to know how he responded to situations. But it seemed like something had changed within Hibari, a while ago. Takeshi didn't remember when exactly, but at some point the prefect had done something he had not expected. After that first time, those instances where he couldn't tell what the other thought of something grew more and more frequent, until Yamamoto couldn't predict his actions at all anymore. Just like this morning, with Tsuna. He'd never thought Hibari would feel interested enough in how "herbivores" felt to meddle with it. That just wasn't Hibari; Hibari was a strictly physical violence kind of guy. Not even with Mukuro did he try some kind of psychological warfare.

'Herbivore. You have class. Are you waiting for me to bite you again?'

One of the tonfas was being twirled effortlessly, not making a sound. Yamamoto followed the movement with his eyes, his mind was preoccupied.

'Hmm…ah? Oh, no…'

Hibari narrowed his eyes at his response, not seeming to appreciate the lack of attention he thought he was getting. Little did he know, he was the one holding Yamamoto's attention to begin with. Yamamoto's chocolate eyes studied his expression. He took a little step forward, nearing the prefect who straightened casually to his advance.

Three, two-

'You annoy me, herbivore.'

Yamamoto halted, blinking at him. Where had that come from? And wasn't that kind of a given? Wasn't it standard procedure that Hibari was annoyed by everyone? The way he had said it was odd too. His voice was quiet, soft… if it had been anyone else, Yamamoto would have said they had whispered, but Hibari had nothing to whisper about, right?

Yamamoto carefully shifted his weight on the concrete ground, readying himself for another sprint, this one back to the safer confines of his classroom. In his experience, when you irritated Hibari enough for him to express it in a verbal heads up, it was best to clear the area at lightning speed.

Hibari glared, his steel-blue eyes piercing and Yamamoto swallowed excess saliva. He tensed when the other took a sudden, rushed step forward, only one, before he halted abruptly with his entire body looking tense. Yamamoto carefully stood still, analysing Hibari. His behaviour was really unusual and he didn't know what to make of it. That same vexed look of this morning was in his eyes, the corners of his lips pulled down in the weirdest expression…

Maybe that was just because indecision was something he'd never thought he'd see on Hibari's face.

'Herbivore.'

Hibari's voice was cool and demanded Yamamoto's attention. He apparently didn't realize he already had that undivided. Yamamoto wet his lips nervously, his eyes straying from the prefect to the rooftop to avoid the intense stare steel-blue eyes were sending his way.

'Yeah, Hibari-san?'

Hibari's posture relaxed, though it looked rather forcedly to the baseball player.

'Your behaviour has been off lately. It is turning your fan club into an unruly bunch of herbivores. You should be punished for disrupting the peace.'

Ehh? What a strange reason!

Hold on there, he should be punished? Hibari wasn't sure? He wasn't sure whether he wanted to beat someone up? The world must have gone slightly mental for such a thing to occur.

Yamamoto blinked when something else registered. Hibari knew his behaviour well enough to know when it was different?

Sure, Takeshi knew he was acting differently lately, but he thought he had covered it up pretty well. None of his friends had noticed after all, not even Tsuna or Gokudera and the latter was always very keen on pointing out things he thought were possible flaws. It was nice, getting reliable feedback like that, but it wouldn't have been good now. He didn't want to explain to anyone what had been making his stomach feel weird, like he'd been training too long without eating something, and his chest feel pressured like that time when it was bandaged too tightly. It had everything to do with the teen in front of him, who's face he couldn't see right now because he'd turned his head away.

But he didn't want Hibari to know either.

Takeshi's own head was feeling a bit foggy and he would've thought it was because of the sun beating down on him if it hadn't happened before. This was another thing Hibari did to him without even knowing, let alone that he'd do it on purpose. His hands felt clammy and he wiped them on his pants, keeping an eye on the motionless prefect.

His behaviour was off too.

Not that he was complaining, but why wasn't he being beaten up? He really hoped the prefect would hurry up though, the stuffy feeling in his head was becoming unpleasant.

'Yamamoto Takeshi…'

The murmured words sounded as though Hibari was talking to himself rather than addressing him. Takeshi scratched his head, touching his scalp gingerly in surprise when it and his dark locks almost burned his fingers. Wow, it was really a lot hotter than he'd thought.

'Yeah?' He responded anyway, wanting to get it over with. The school's cool interior was calling out to him, wanting him to come inside and dunk his face in a bucket of ice water.

Had Hibari been this blurry when he saw him this morning?

The prefect made a small movement with his head, as if he'd wanted to look at him but changed his mind at the last moment. 'You… really…'

'I really…'

Steel-blue then did snap over to his face, for an instant glaring for his reiteration. Another cool breeze blew by and Yamamoto tilted his face into it, trying to cool his head as much as possible. He wasn't sure if that uncomfortable feeling in his head was just from Hibari anymore…

'…piss me off…'

Hibari's voice sounded oddly distant and that was the point at which Yamamoto decided to worry. His body was sending him clear signals to get out of the heat and he intended to do just that. Disregarding the disturbingly blurry figure of the prefect across from him, he relaxed the leg he'd been leaning his weight on the entire time and turned to take one step towards the heavy steel door to the stairwell.

…one…

But the muscles in his left leg had trouble adjusting after being locked for so long and didn't wake up in time to carry his weight when he lifted his right foot to take the first step. As soon as he felt his knee buckle beneath him he worked up the presence of mind (which did say something, as the sun was slowly killing it) to use his arms in that familiar way, catching himself and rolling over on the roof to dampen his impact with rough concrete. The sudden motion did his head absolutely no good though, and when he felt the scalding metal rings of the fence against one of his forearms he felt the strong urge to not get up. His head informed him of its disapproval of the idea with a thick throb and he raised his arms over his face, casting a welcome shadow. Alarm bells rang when his vision started to show him some interestingly coloured blobs and he considered rolling towards the door, choosing health over temporary comfort.

Just as he decided to do just that and lifted one arm off his face to push off on the concrete, his wrist was grabbed in a painfully tight grip, another hand landing on his shoulder a second later. His head pulsed in protest and Takeshi grimaced, but Hibari mercilessly jerked him upright, draping the arm he held over his slimmer shoulder and dragging him towards the door by the belt around his hips. The younger teen was jostled without a care as the prefect kicked the door open fully and proceeded to haul him down the stairs at a fast pace. Hibari did pause to close the door behind them properly and Yamamoto grinned in appreciation.

Finally, Yamamoto thought dazedly, an action I could see coming.

There was no other pause during their trek to the infirmary and Takeshi couldn't say he wasn't grateful, despite his being shoved rather forcefully onto one of the beds.

The baseball player got a strange vibe of vengefulness from the other, as though every not-so-gentle action was done as such as some form of retribution, rather than just because he couldn't be bothered to be more thoughtful.

Hibari left the infirmary as soon as he'd laboriously climbed onto the bed and Takeshi wondered vaguely what he needed to do to cure his obvious sunstroke until loud complaining alerted him to the prefect's return.

Dr. Shamal trudged after the stone-faced prefect whilst uttering his dislike for treating male patients for what he felt was a couple times too many, and was thoroughly ignored. Hibari stopped at the foot end of the bed Takeshi was occupying and cut though the doctor's complaint coldly.

'Cure him.'

Shamal looked about ready to refuse when the sound of tonfas in the hot afternoon subtly clinked through the infirmary. The doctor hesitated for a moment more, eyeing the weapons held deceptively nonchalantly before turning to his shiny new male patient.

The dishevelled looking man (probably from being dragged there by Hibari) scratched his chin in thought and stepped reluctantly closer, wrinkling his nose in distaste for Takeshi's gender all the while.

'Right… So you were out on the roof for how long until you collapsed?'

Takeshi wanted to deny collapsing but, as though the prefect could read his mind, Hibari cut his gaze towards him sharply, huffing in a displeased manner. Okay then. He shrugged slowly, still dazed.

'Err… I donno… 'bout ten minutes?' He slurred.

Hibari shifted his weight, annoyance clear in his movements. 'Sixteen minutes, idiotic herbivore.'

The younger teen smiled and shrugged again sheepishly while Shamal dragged a hand through his hair and sighed out of boredom.

'Did you exert yourself while you were there, or just before you went outside?'

The harassed doctor was apparently adamant about making his opinion on his current predicament clear with every word he spoke, sounding bored and utterly disinterested. But he didn't walk out the door, as Hibari proved to act as the very effective and not entirely metaphorical stick behind it.

'Ah, uhm… ran there from my classroom...'

Shamal gave him a look that said he had some ideas on his mental health among other things and heaved an exaggerated sigh.

'What have you had to eat and drink today?'

'…'

The adult glared at him down his nose when he didn't respond, a mildly embarrassed silence filling the infirmary until the others lost their patience.

'I can't work with this-'

'Answer the question herbivore.'

Takeshi shifted on the crisp white sheets before he reluctantly answered, enjoying being able to rest his hurting head on the soft pillow. He knew he hadn't had enough to eat (or drink, actually) today and now that he thought about it, it may have been beneficial to his health to make sure he ate at least 3 meals a day. Hmm… what with the amount of exertion through baseball, that was probably really important indeed. Now that he thought about it. Haha.

His head was beginning to clear a little. Being out of the sun definitely did him some good.

'Hmm.., yeah… 3 glasses of water t'day… had lunch… err.. I skipped breakfast 'cuz I was running a bit late,' Hibari scoffed quietly and Shamal ignored him stylishly, 'and err… I kinda only had a bit of sushi today…ahaha!'

Takeshi skilfully didn't notice the twin deadpan stares sent his way. The hassled doctor stuffed his hands in his pant pockets, looking a lot like someone wanting to get something annoying out of the way.

'Well, in that case… It's just a dizzy spell due to too little nutrition and too much exertion. It'll pass on its own. You boy, just need to get some healthy food and drink some water. No running around until you're eating well.'

Shamal glared briefly at the both of them and huffily turned on his heels. Since he'd already diagnosed Yamamoto, Hibari didn't stop him.

TBC

Abrupt ending For The Win! This is what I have now, so there. Of course, more could be added to this story and if I continue, I'll probably add more to this chapter first :) I plan on finishing it, as I do everything. But whether I will.. :P *awesome narrator's voice*: only time can tell! It really only has one extra chapter after this one, I already kind of know what I want with it... When I feel like it I'll write it down :P

Thanks for reading!

I hope you like this second chapter as well!

Cheers! ~Dirkje