Disclaimer: I do not own KHR.

Summary: They are all different from each other and they share nothing in common except for one – HIM. For them, he is their SKY. And without him, they will fall from nothingness.

He is their home – the only place where they all belong.

Warnings: UNBETA'ed. Bad grammar. Plot bunnies running amok.

Word count: 2,867

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CLOUDS

A visible mass of condensed water vapor floating in the atmosphere, typically high above the ground. Clouds are tiny drops of condensing clear water vapor and/or ice crystals that settle on dust particles in the atmosphere. Clouds can be many different shapes and sizes. Some clouds are big and puffy on warm days, and other clouds bring precipitation, such as rain, hail, snow, sleet, and freezing rain.

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"I-I don't have a-any money! I-I'm really s-sorry!"

A small boy was cowering while trying to deflate his already small body to the wall where he was shoved a while ago. He tightened his hold to his bag, somehow hoping the man would eventually leave him alone if he saw that he wasn't worth his time seeing that there was really nothing valuable on him.

He was wearing a normal green shirt, cheap Levis pants that he bought five years ago from his earnings and worn-out black sneakers that weren't really worth describing.

He thought about his wallet and grimaced when he remembered that his allowance allotted for this week was there! He wanted now smack himself for bringing it today.

He was really stupid sometimes.

And by sometimes he meant every time.

A spate of loud curses filled his ears as he tried not to tremble so much. Why did these things kept on happening to him? He was a peace-loving citizen, for crying out loud! He enjoyed listening to chirping birds, buzzing bees and the pattering of raindrops on the road.

Okay. So that was a bit uncalled for.

"You stinky liar! You don't have any money? Don't make me laugh, kid. Give me your wallet!"

Sawada Tsunoyshi, age 18 years old shivered as he handed his wallet, a gift from his father three years ago, to the bulky man who was almost thrice his size. He blinked a few times as he lowered his head, afraid to provoke his assailant. He heard him laughing manically. Tsuna cringed and waited for the man to walk away and leaved him alone but to his horror, the man continued to stare at him (He knew he was staring! He could almost feel his heated gaze on his head. Shitshitshitshitshit…) Tsuna slowly gulped as he waited for the man's next move.

Maybe he could run now?

Wait.

What if the man pursued him and he suddenly grabbed his hand and punched him in the gut? Unsatisfied with his punching, what if the man suddenly brings out a knife and stabs him relentlessly?

Tsuna paled.

'Mamaaaa!'

Tsuna tried to calm himself, afraid that he was giving out himself to the man in front of him (who was, unfortunately, still eyeing him rather predatorily, enough to scare the wits out of Tsuna). He had to think of something to pacify the man. The money? But he already handed it! How about his phone?

Tsuna's eyes glint.

Yeah. He could give that.

Maybe Nana won't truly be mad at him if he told her that it was for his safety.

But it was a gift from his father…

He already gave his wallet to this man.

Tsuna bit his lips in anxiety.

It was the only thing that linked him to his father.

Would he give it away just to save his unworthy, sorry ass?

Tsuna wanted to whimper. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't fight this man. He was a goddamn loser and guessed what? Everyone in their neighborhood knew about it. Hell, everyone in school knew him as Dame-Tsuna. They didn't even bother knowing his real name. And even now in college, the nickname seemed to linger around him like an ugly plague.

Flashes of the past flickered on his mind like tiny bits of teasers.

There were grunts everywhere.

"You're a thrash! Hahahaha! Listen at him whimper guys! He's really a no-good!"

Another one.

"Stay away, okay? God… Is stupidity contagious? What a nerd…"

And another one.

"Aww… He doesn't get it." A kid his age pointed a finger at his face and poked his cheeks rather harshly, enough to leave a nasty red mark. "We're not laughing WITH YOU. We are laughing AT YOU. Bakaaaa!"

Fits of laughter.

Without thinking, Tsuna bit his lips as raging waves of memories flooded his consciousness.

He didn't noticed that was already biting his lips.

The smell of his blood on his bleeding lips was thick enough that he could taste the iron in the back of histhroat.

Always a no good, huh.

'Go away already!' he silently pleaded and he closed his eyes, praying to anyone up there to save him from this predicament. Did he have a sign on his forehead screaming, 'Please assault me! I'm so freaking vulnerable, pathetic and weak!'?

Tsunal felt his knees wavered and he knew that anytime now, they would collapse, making him looked more pathetic than ever.

'…'

"I'm wondering if you really are… Nah. I'll just have to prove it myself." The man suddenly spoke making Tsuna flinch visibly.

Wha – ?

And before he could comprehend the meaning behind those words, Tsuna's world crumbled apart, his already unnatural big eyes went impossibly wider.

"What the hell man! You're actually a guy?"

The muscled man groped Tsuna.

Him.

That.

Groped.

He was groped there.

Tsuna shrieked, now ready to sprint and save his literally endangered ass but strong and equally bulky arms adorning with screaming muscles stopped him and he almost fainted in fear.

It's official.

He was going to get killed.

Pathetically as it may sound.

It suited him perfectly.

Tsuna the pitiable.

Tsuna the loser.

Tsuna the no-good student.

Dame-Tsuna.

Dame-Dame-Tsuna.

He hadn't even had a girlfriend yet!

"HIEEEE! NOOO!"

He was going to die and he was going to die pathetically.

He could almost see the R.I.P. message on his tombstone: 'Here lies Sawada Tsunayoshi who was born pathetically on 19XX and died (still pathetic) on 20XX.'

"NOO! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I STILL HAVEN'T CONFESSED TO SASAGAWA KYOKO YET!"

And then there was a blinding light.

He felt lightheaded.

Tsuna felt like he was falling. His head hurts and somehow, his hips too. He blinked slowly, a blinding light obstructed his vision for a while and made him see blurry images of faces. He could hear distant murmurings and damn… his butt really hurts. Seriously.

Was your butt supposed to hurt when you're dying?

When the blurry images in front of him finally cleared, Tsuna realized that he was sprawled in the floor and the whole classroom was gawking at him, their eyes were screaming, 'how could you sleep, you worthless piece of thrash! You'll make him mad!' while some were eyeing him with pity visibly lashing their eyes, 'you are so dead, Dame-Tsuna… you are SO dead… Tsk. Tsk.'

Point was, he fell asleep.

He fell asleep in the middle of Oni's lecture!

Oh shit.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitsh—

He couldn't move his feet. Hell, he couldn't even any parts of his body! He just continued to lay there, gulping and heaving for air as he watched his professor walked towards him. He could hear the whole class turned silent as if somebody turned off the volume.

Well, at least he was quite aware the he was now seriously doomed.

"Tsunayoshi Sawada."

Tsuna gulped and flinched at the same time.

"Y-yes!"

Oh god... Tsuna shivered as he stared at those cold and calculating eyes.

How could he let himself sleep like that! How could he give in to the temptation of sleep? He seriously wanted to smack and kill himself in utter self-loathing.

He frigging slept at Oni's class!

His balls were going to be reaped out from where it was normally attached!

Why, you asked?

This was Literature class and Hibari Kyouka aka Oni (a nickname he earned at the first month of his teaching at their university) was a famous die-hard fanatic of literature in their college. He was a young, collected and intelligent professor who doesn't tolerate slackers and good-for-nothing students. He was only nineteen when he graduated at Tokyo Daigaku, one of the youngest alumni and with the highest grade ever recorded in the university's history.

In short, Hibari Kyouya was considered as genius extraordinaire.

Tsuna's exact opposite.

He was famously known at the senior building for failing graduating students (and sometimes, even biting them to death, not caring if he was consciously ruining a student's future by doing so.

He was a cold and ruthless man – that's an irrevocable fact.

Tsuna felt his sweat now running on his forehead. If only he could disappear right now, he would gladly do so because this was the last thing he wanted – to be noticed. And by a demon professor of all people.

He just wanted to finish his studies, get a degree, work for a company, marry someone, and have a kid or two.

Was it really that impossible?

"You have the guts, Sawada Tsunayoshi, to be sleeping like that on my class."

Tsuna now seriously wanted to bawl. He really didn't like Hibari Kyouya and his cold and sharp eyes.

It reminded Tsuna of someone he would rather forget.

The echo of Hibari's shoes on the floor brought back Tsuna from his stupor.

Oh, right. He was in the middle of a life and death situation.

Maybe he should start begging now…

Or maybe, his life was really short. That he meant to die at an early age.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was fated to die pathetically and horribly – be it in his dreams or in his own reality.

"You even dared to dream…" The raven-haired professor loomed heatedly above him, "and disturbed the harmony of this class. Do you want to get… bitten to death, herbivore?"

Herbivore.

Tsuna blinked.

Herbivore, as in those animals who only eat plants and such?

'Pbbbft' and countless, futile attempts of muffling laughs was rapidly heard echoing the whole classroom.

The Oni glared at the stiffening students.

"Shut the hell up, you idiots! We'll be having a 200 items quiz on Shakespeare life, NOW."

"As for you Sawaka Tsunayoshi," He looked back at Tsuna again who was now trying to sit and regain his splattered dignity. "We're not through yet." His eyes narrowed, looking dangerously than ever. "I'm expecting to see you at my office tomorrow morning. Don't you dare make me wait if you don't want to get bitten to death."

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Maybe Tsuna just wasn't really born lucky. That's what he was thinking while walking down the university's spacious hallway. He angered the most devilish of all his professors and managed to flunk the surprise quiz that Hibari Kyouya bombarded them (which, by the way, officially earned the repugnance of all his classmates and if death glares could really kill and rip someone, he would be officially dead and cold by now).

Great. Just great.

Tsuna sighed. He wondered if he could still graduate peacefully. He really had to graduate soon…

"Impure. You don't belong here. And you know what's amusing? It's the fact that you are so aware of it. Right, Tsu-kun?"

Tsuna flinched. He stared at the empty hallway, eyes were blinking rapidly as he shallowly breathed. What was he doing, spacing out like that?

Tsuna looked outside. He saw big, puffy and clear clouds hovering at the sky. It was a sight to see because some of them were forming amusing shapes and Tsuna found himself smiling a little. It was like the clouds were comforting him in some way…

Smile, Tsuna.

Smile.

He sighed as he walk again, cradling his books on his left arm. He really had to think about his future more seriously now.

He had to graduate fast and at least have a decent work.

Just smile.

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For him, fate moved with an absolute certainty. Everything happens for a reason and one's life was governed by his choices. It was what you do now that would affect your tomorrow, thus holding an individual responsible for whatever outcome of his future.

If you neglected your work for a week, you would be bombarded with huge amount of workload by the next day. If you didn't study for an incoming test despite the fact that you were aware of how important it was for you to pass the semester, expect to receive a low grade that just matched your indolence.

It was all about the choices you make every day that would have a direct effect on your tomorrow. One should not whine and make a puss about it because it was just the upshot of your choices.

That's was why Hibari Kyouya hated whiny slackers.

He despised whiners the most.

They were simply the worst.

He would gladly shut their trap and shove their asses to their throats.

They just kept on whining and whining about their life, of how hard it was to live and how unfortunate their lives were.

Those people who knew nothing but to complain yet didn't had the freaking guts to do something right.

He stood at his office's window and stared at the lithe boy idly walking towards the university's gate. He had seen him idle for many times since he first saw him spacing out at a tree near the library where almost no one was going. This semester, he found out that he was one of his students. He was a quiet person who didn't stand out much. His grades were fairly normal –flunking some, excelling sometimes. There was nothing special about him. He was just like everyone Kyouya knew – unworthy. Just like the rest of those good-for-nothing students he handled for the past four years of his teaching career.

Pitiable creatures who didn't even know what they want.

The boy was just like small herbivore.

Kyouya saw the small boy hit himself in one of the engineering students taking a break near the gate. His eyes narrowed as he watched him bow over and over while clutching his school things tightly on his arms. One of engineering students stood and walked towards the bowing brunette and grabbed his arms like a fragile stick and twisted it. Kyouya wasn't really sure about what he saw but he wasn't going to let those damn arrogant pricks caused commotion inside the university! He was about to turn over and head to the door when his eyes caught the brunette's retreating form, now running like mad away from the group of students and those honey-colored eyes…

He was sure he saw something flashed from those honey-colored eyes but he was too far to be sure of what he saw.

He saw many emotions swirled inside those big, innocent, honey-colored orbs.

The funny thing was, when Kyouya first saw those eyes staring at nothing, he thought the boy had soulless eyes, like he was void of any emotion.

Just like a mere puppet sitting at a corner of his creator's room.

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Hibari Kyouya was sure the herbivore was not coming. He looked at his watch and smirked when he saw that the boy only have thirty minutes before his finally show up his ass. If he would really show up, that is. Well, it would just give him a reason to beat the boy to a pulp.

Hibari was thinking of so many things he could do to the meager student when the door slowly opened and a gravity-defying brunette hair suddenly popped out.

"G-good m-morning, Sir…"

Hibari glared.

The boy visibly flinched.

Tch. Where's the fun? Hibari irritatingly thought as he watched the boy enter and stand near his table.

"Sit, Sawada Tsunayoshi."

The boy sat, trembling. He could almost taste the boy's terror swirling in the room.

Hibari wanted to smirk. Oh well. He could still have all the fun he wanted later.

Because the real fun was just starting.

"Are you now ready to take your punishment, Sawada Tsunayoshi-kun?

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Tsuna groaned as he stared at the towering books he had to arrange under the command of Professor Hibari. He was assigned at the library and was given an order to organize the old books at the literary section. He sighed and comically cried.

Professor Hibari was really an Oni after all.

What kind of human was a person who would ask a shortie like him to arrange books to the shelves almost twice his size?

Tsuna stretched his limbs and climb on the step ladder to get the hardbound books to wipe them. He still had a long way to go. He had finished wiping the books at the lower portion of the left shelf where he started two hours ago. He had a class at 11 in the morning so he still have one hour to sort the books and placed it to its proper place.

He shivered when he thought about the professor and what he said to him this morning.

"Wipe the books properly, Sawada Tsunayoshi and place them back to their proper shelves or else, I will personally deliver you to your rightful place."

Tsuna gulped.

He didn't even want to know where that rightful place was.

Tsuna's face fell and a new determination flickered on his kind features.

I will never, ever sleep in Hibari Kyouya's class again!

He sighed and continued his work, oblivious to a pair of shadowy eyes watching him from afar.

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Author's Notes: My very first KHR fic. I hope I didn't epically fail writing the first chapter. *sweating* I've been watching too much KHR lately (anime. yeah, late… I know…) and I've been reading a lot of fics in this fandom (I'm looking for something that I didn't found from the fics I've been reading these past few months) before I finally woke up one day, feeling awkwardly unpleasant and therefore said to myself, "why the hell not?" and here's the result.

So what's the genre? The pairing/s? I don't know yet. Maybe it will reveal itself in the next chapters. Hope you'll be patient enough.