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A/N:

This is a pokemon fanfic that takes place in a region yet to be discovered by the games. Just open your minds eyes and go for it I hope for some honest Criticism just nothing to hurtful… kay?

Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo

Meika

Chapter 1

Wisteria Fields

A child ran by herself in a small town, passing many smiling faces of her cheerful neighbors. The girl sported gray purple hair pulled into two thick braids that rested just below her shoulders bouncing off her lose brown T-shirt with every step. She dashed out of the town and headed into the wisteria field surrounding the small town. The wisteria trees climbed man made rails and shaded the light starved ground ground with heavy hanging flowers of both pink and purple. Their thick sweet sent hung through the air. The young girl dashed heading towards a collection of green trees. Butterfrees scattered into the air and Sentrets dashed along the ground.

Nearing the green trees the slight sound of a bubbling river trickled through the trees. Not even stopping to catch her breath the young girl kept running. She reached the river where muddy water rushed violently, splashing beneath a raised wooden bridge. The girl paused at the bridge and looked to the large tree just on the clearing by the other side. Her foots steps clunked against the wood she ran with all of her might. And with with every ounce of strength the young girl jumped up on the trees lowest branch. Heaving herself up she grunted, the tree made a sudden crack and before the young girl could react the branch broke with her still clinging.

She crashed to the ground, chin first. She then attempted to get up, failing she brefily glanced around, her arms previously scabbed had started bleeding slightly, but her ankle was pinned beneath the branch twice her weight. Failing to push the branch off her leg she broke down crying.

A girl only about 3 years older ran up an noticed the young girls pain. Long straight golden brown hair rested in the middle of her back, just below the girls waist against her pale pink dress. Strangely her face seemed a blur and her words echoed as words but not a voice. A Beautifly was called out by the girl and it kicked up a strong wind by flapping its wings and and with the help of the young trainer the two lifted the thick branch off the young girl. This young trainer then had her Beautifly help lift the young girl onto her back and by flapping its wings gently the Beautifly attempted to ease the weight.

Upon entering the own the young girl was pealed off the back of the other girl the young girl cried “Thank you -chan!” but was drown out by a loud music, some sort of song. The world gradually faded into black with the music focusing and becoming clearer.

A much older girl with gray purple hair opened her eyes, she laid on a white bed with cream pillows. Rolling over she forced the pillow out from under her head and then over her head to block the song blaring from her alarm clock. Her arm reached out from the comforter and blindly grasped at the night stand, knocking over her alarm clock and turning the volume even louder. Sighing the girl sat up and started rubbing her eyes. She flung her feet over the bed and reached down for her alarm clock and turned the loud music off. She stood and looked out the window with blurry eyes, admiring her third story view of miles and miles of of well maintained wisteria trees. She stumbled out of her room. On her door a wooden name plate shaped like a wisteria flower read “Kari”.

She walked down stairs, glancing at the door with the same name plate reading “Riri” she shrugged and smiled before walking into the wash room and brushing her hair into a high ponytail ending at the base of her neck. She put on her outfit, a long sleeved white shirt with a shoulder baring neck hole. To cover this she put on a simple blue dress with shoulder straps just thick enough to hid her bra straps but still expose her shoulders. Long blue jeans completed her outfit and she continued onto the kitchen. Where she was greeted by a woman clearly in a mid crisis with to much make-up, and a tank top barely showing under her cooking apron.

“Good morning Kari! I made pancakes, and theirs some cut up fruit on the table. You have to eat a very big breakfast this morning, the eggs will be done shortly.” she cheerful rambled, poking at the scrambled eggs in the pan. Beside her rested a tall stack of pancakes.

“I’ll take these to the table then,” grabbing the pancakes Kari walked through the door less walk way into the dinning room where a man with frown lines deeply ingrained on his forehead read the newspaper. He looked up at his daughter entering the room and he gently placed the paper on the table.

“Your mom has gone nuts cooking. I swear she would have made you a turkey for this morning if I hadn’t said it was stupid,” he chuckled in a deep voice.

“Hey I heard that! And it was only an idea!” the mothers voice rang around the corner.

Kari sat and placed the pancakes in the center of the table, “Awww that’s just Mom.”

“You know she’s scared,” Kari’s father leaned over the table and whispered, “Are you sure that this is the path you truly must take?”

“Yes Dad, I know it scares both you and Mom, especially after ‘the 400′ but the worlds got to keep going and I don’t think Ri-nee-chan would have liked me to give up.”

“I’ve tried to change your mind every day for the last nine years, I guess it’s not going to change now,” he sigh and leaned against his chair.

“Eat up, eat up eat up!” the mother cheered walking into the room with a large platter of eggs.

After a final sweep out the house, Kari put on a belt with 6 holding tabs attached to a fanny pack. Over her shoulder she placed a large white bag holding some canned food and sleeping gear.

“Kari don’t forget your PokeKey!” her mother shouted holding up a a sliver cellular phone. And with nothing left Kari walked out the door waving.

At the edge of the yard a wooden dog house rested, “Hey! Shybone! Kari called. Timidly a Furret stuck out a portion of is head, “Shybone!” Kari called again leaning over the doghouse, “Don’t worry this will be the last time you have to escort me through the River Wood Forest, once we get to Daisy Valley you can run yourself back here as fast as you like, okay?”

Shybone slowly crept out from the security of his dog house and together they walked. Faces of the neighbors passed by were a combination of proud and apprehensive. Kari calmly walked through the wisteria trees in full bloom drooping with the heavy flowers releasing a thick scent, Butterfrees vacated the trees and scattered into the sky as Sentrets rsn every direction. Nearing the forest the sound of the river gently whispered through the rustling trees. The sun peaked through the trees and Beedrills buzzed over head as Pidgeotto chased. Those two being the strongest pokemon one could find within the River Wood Forest.

The river splashed and rushed underneath the wooden bridge and the sound of Kari’s footsteps clunked as she crossed where Shybones footsteps were inaudible over the roar of the river. Shortly there after the two passed a large in a clearing with a lower branch clearly snapped off.

Another a low growl distracted her from the rumble of the river. There was a Pokemon, a very unhappy Pokemon very close by. Shybone ran to Kari’s side and hid behind her legs. The growling became louder and louder and Shybone got closer to Kari’s legs violently shivering. The strongest Pokemon within the forest should be no stronger then a Beedrill or Pidgeotto, the only Pokemon which crawled on the ground and should be able to growl would be a Zigzagoon or a Ratata. From the brushes emerged not one or two but THREE Houndooms. At the mere sight of such strong opponents Shybone did what any coward would do and turned tail and ran, leaving Kari unprotected, with three angry Houndooms.

Kari slowly backed away her hounds out in front of her and her heart racing, the three Houndooms continued to follow her. Not looking the in direction of which she was backing into she found herself right against the tree with the snapped branch from her childhood. Desperate she glanced at her feet where a thick stick lied, slowly she picked it up and prepared herself. The middle Houndoom leaped into the air and bite through the thick stick, breaking it into a thousand pieces.

“Are you stupid?” a young girls voice rang from the tree branches about Kari, “Taking on a Houndoom with a stick? That’s the Most Moronic act I have seen in quite some time.” Looking up Kari saw a young girl, she had long wavy gray hair, a gray dress with long droopy sleeves coated with white frills. She tightly clutched a well made Beautifly doll and she glared at the seen below her.

From her tree branch she leapt to the ground and it seemed as though she floated, or fell in slow motion. Her hair elegantly waving and following the rest of her in a delay, gently she touched the ground never faltering. Kari lost her breath staring at possibly the worlds prettiest eleven year old. Removing a single arm from her precious doll her flicked her long wavy hair and glared at the Houndooms. “Well Mongrels, have you lost the thrill of a hunt?”

For some reason the three hunkered down and backed away slowly before one on the side pounced forward, baring fangs, the young girl merely held out her arm and allowed it to Crunch on her arm. Her piercing blue eyes glared at the Houndoom before she smirked, “What’s wrong? You call this a Crunch Attack? It tickles.” continuing to hold her doll with her un-bit arm she kicked it in the stomach, the Houndoom released her arm and was sent flying into a neighboring tree. “Next?” all three growled and ran towards the town of Daisy Valley.

The girl then turned to Kari, “What were you thinking, you pathetic fool? Three mongrels against a trainer who couldn’t train a cowardly Pokemon? They would have snapped your neck in two.”

“Umm well,” Kari raised her arm to her chest, still in shock and slightly intimidated by the world’s strongest, scariest, and mouthiest eleven year old, “I was borrowing my family’s pet Pokemon to get my own from the professor in daisy valley.”

“Tch” the girl responded, “I will escort you the remainder of the way to the Daisy Valley.”

She brushed her long hair off her shoulder again and began her track to town.

“What the Hey is that kid?”

A/N:

This was orignally posted on my fanfiction.net account as Ki-nee-chan and on my second deviantart account at Ki-nee-chan. Please please PLEASE PLEASE leave a comment and let me know that I can fix!!!!

Disclaimer: Angel Sanctuary is property of Yuki Kaori, the craziest, most awesome, most astounding, most jaw-dropping shoujo mangaka out there (well, if you’re into her somewhat gothic, macabre style, that is).

by Fang Shinobi

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He was the favored son of God

Bearer of light, loved by all

How one so high would fall so low

To the deepest depths of Hell

Where he was king, still loved by all

No one knew, not me nor you.

-

But on his dark throne in hell

Surrounded by the fallen

Like a chiming, resounding bell

He could hear her voice a-calling

He knew he had to take her

The three-winged angel Alexiel

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With her eyes that knew no fear

She drew him into her prison

The garden where the trees

Forbidden fruit they bear

And on this holy soil of Eden

Tread he dared on leaves crimson

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She took his hand when he came, but

‘Twas not long they were together

‘Cause by His curse she was lost

To die mortal deaths forever

Through her every life he follows

Without ever rest or pause

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All his memories forgotten

He did not know why he loved her

But in his heart she was there

So he follows her without a care

Of who he was or what he was

Compared to her, they did not matter

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In her last reincarnation

He who has pursued her

Stayed faithfully by her side

In her new life, he was a brother

For she, now a man, loved another

This another was his sister

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A guardian angel or a demon

Which one he was he did not care

When he looks upon this boy

He does not see her silken hair

Nor her lips of deep crimson

He had not expected to love another

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Once the favored son of God,

Once the mighty lord of Hell

How one so high would fall so low

To die for his three winged angel

Knowing they could never be together

No one knew, not me nor you

–

A/N: I took Creative Writing class last semester, and while we were writing fan fiction (yes, our teacher is also a fan of anime, manga and fan fiction, wow, I know) I suddenly got inspired to write this. Lucifer’s story is just so whoa. I really hoped he could have his Alexiel, aw. Anyway, I couldn’t finish it in time for the deadline though, so I submitted something else. But one night, inspiration struck me once more and I finished the poem (it was last October). Here it is now. Any comments? Critiques? I’m not much of a poet lol. The parts about Setsuna seem so off lol. Any suggestions for improvement? (Btw, this was first submitted on my FFNet account under the same user name.)

Jasmine – Thanks for commenting last chapter! I appreciate it. ^^

And I hope the link to the last chapter works… ^^”

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

A Hibari Kyouya x Yamamoto Takeshi fan fiction

Title: Is it too late?

Previous Chapter(s): Chapter 1

Genre: Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drama.

Rating: T or T+.

Warning(s): Semi-AU (Basically, no Mafia), Angst, Shounen-ai, Definitely OOCness because I’m not very far in the Manga at all, and more probably, I just can’t think of them.

Summary: Yamamoto has always loved Hibari, but kept it a secret for fear of getting hurt and hated. But when Hibari accidentally finds out, the angst begins.

Extra: Inspired by decolorize’s KHR fan fiction on LJ, ‘Nightingale‘. Which was the most amazing KHR fan fiction I’ve ever read. :3 Go read it now! >:D

Extra Extra: Thanks Laurwhal for the idea of bird food! :’D Except I think I’m gonna have him make something. Mhm. :3 [Sorry! D:]

PS. Tell me if this is rushed okay? I think it might be… D:

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He wondered what he could get for Hibari’s birthday, or if there was even enough time to get something. It’s already May 4th, the day before Hibari’s birthday. Yamamoto knew Hibari wouldn’t want a party, but what he didn’t know was what he would want for his birthday. It’s difficult to shop for someone who hardly likes anything, after all. Then he thought about the possibility of bird food, for Hibird, of course, (Not like there’s anyone else to give it to). But that thought quickly vanished, Yamamoto didn’t know what kind to get, and he was pretty sure Hibari already has enough.

So then the thought of making something came to mind. But what? What could he possibly want that he might like, even the slightest bit? Yamamoto wasn’t sure, but right now he needed to get back to class from his bathroom break. So he splashed some water on his face and went back to class.

–

The next day, during lunch time, Gokudera, Yamamoto, and Tsuna were sitting outside talking and eating.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Yamamoto?” Tsuna asked, titling his head somewhat, “You haven’t been looking too well for this whole past week.

“Yeah. I don’t really care, but you’ve been looking stressed lately.” Gokudera said, and picked up his sandwich and started eating it.

“Haha, no I’m fine!” Yamamoto replied while smiling. He must be good at lying because his smile seemed to reassure them some. Then he thought to himself, Maybe my love is just that strong? Then he laughed out loud without realizing it, and Gokudera looked skeptical, while Tsuna looked worried. Then Yamamoto looked down at his lunch, “Oh,” He said, “I haven’t started eating my lunch yet.”

“Idiot.” Gokudera muttered, causing Yamamoto to look up at him with a questioning look on his face. So he continued, “That’s only because you’ve been in such a daze this whole time.” He said, and Yamamoto just blinked, kind of surprised. That made Gokudera glare, “Really, why do I even bother explaining to an idiot like you?” He mumbled and looked to the side at Tsuna, then started up a conversation with him.

Yamamoto just stared at them for a bit, then looked down at his uneaten food again and drifted back into his thoughts of what to do for Hibari’s birthday. It’s already May 5^th, the day of Hibari’s birthday, and he still hasn’t thought of anything to make him yet! So of course Yamamoto’s stressed. For a brief moment he thought about not getting him anything at all, but then quickly shook his head no, thinking otherwise.

Just as he opened up the lid to his lunch, he heard his name being called, but ignored it. Hibari’s more important after all. Once he looked at his food, something clicked. Sushi. He could make Hibari sushi!

He looked up with a big smile on his face and shouted, “Sushi!!” And everyone looked at him weird. “Hm?” He looked around smiling obliviously.

“Y-Yamamoto?” Tsuna stuttered, “Are you o–“

“Oh, just leave him.” Gokudera interrupted, “Yeah, you have sushi for lunch,” He mocked, “It’s over now so shut up.” And walked away.

“G-Gokudera!” Tsuna called after him, and then looked to Yamamoto for help.

“It’s okay, Tsuna.” Yamamoto smiled up at him, “I’ll finish my lunch here, so go to class. I’ll be there soon, so don’t worry.”

Tsuna looked at him, slightly surprised, but then gave in, “Okay.” He walked off after Gokudera, “See you soon!” He smiled and waved, and Yamamoto did the same.

“Now… to make some sushi.” He grinned. Yamamoto looked around to make sure no one would witness this, but to especially make sure that person wouldn’t tell the head prefect Hibari, and he ran home once he saw that the coast was clear.

–

It took a while to get it all perfect (with the secret help of his father), and when it was all ready to go, he looked at the clock and freaked out. Five more minutes until school ends!

“I have to hurry! Bye dad!” And when Yamamoto ran out the door, his father called after him.

“Good luck getting it to that mystery girl on time!”

And Yamamoto didn’t dare tell him that this ‘mystery girl’ is actually a guy named Hibari Kyouya.

–

Once he got on school grounds, he noticed that only 3 people were still leaving. And he didn’t see Tsuna or Gokudera anywhere, either. Kind of a good thing, he thought.

“Now to find Hibari…” He mumbled to himself, “I just hope he’s still here.” He looked around the place a couple times then went to go check the roof, because the reception room was the last option.

The door was slightly ajar, so he pushed it open further just enough so that he could walk past the door.

He spotted Hibari right away. He was sleeping peacefully, it looked like. Yamamoto walked up to him and sat down, crossing his legs. He set the box of sushi down on the ground gently and as quiet as possible.

Yamamoto chuckled quietly, smiling down at Hibari, and not noticing his eyebrow twitch, he started speaking softly, “You’re amazing Hibari.” He doesn’t get a response. And he smiles sadly now, continuing on with his rant, “I’ve always wanted to be like you, you know? And to be honest, I really did admire you. ‘Did’ because now, I love you.” He paused for a moment and took a shaky deep breath, then started talking again, “Haha, it’s a good thing you can’t hear me right now,” and again, he didn’t take notice to Hibari’s eyebrow twitch, “because if you could, it’d just make my situation worse and you’d most likely think I’m weird and hate me and all that…” His voice trailed off, but then started up again, “But, I understand if you do think that, not that you’d ever find out about my feelings, though. And…” He smiled once more; but it was a sorrowful, painful smile. “I’m sorry.” It was said with such regret, such hopelessness and one could tell Yamamoto was about to cry. But he held it in, and decided it’s about time to wake Hibari (as scary as that sounds) to give him his birthday present. He has to get going soon anyways.

“Hibari,” He said loudly, but not too loud (in his own opinion), and Hibari’s eyes snapped open.

He turned his head to Yamamoto and his eyes narrowed, “Herbivore.” He said as a warning, and sat up, “Why did you disturb my sleep?” Hibari demanded.

Yamamoto smiled cheerfully, and Hibari could easily tell it was fake, “I have something for you.” Hibari narrowed his eyes even more, making the other more nervous, questioning himself if he really should have woken him up or just waited. So he picked up the box of homemade sushi and continued, “Happy Birthday, Hibari!” and handed the box to him.

Hibari just stared at it, “…How did you know today is my birthday?”

“Oh,” He responded, “Dino told me.” Except technically it’s the other way around. Yamamoto asked—demanded—for Hibari’s birth date, and Dino finally gave it to him.

Hibari’s anger seemed to be boiling now, and he started mumbling under his breath about killing off stupid herbivores. Finally, he just snatched the box out of Yamamoto’s hands, leaving Yamamoto slightly shocked, and opened the box up.

He stared at it. “Sushi?”

“Ahaha, it’s the only kind of present I could make that I thought you might like.” Yamamoto confessed.

Surprisingly, Hibari picked up a piece of sushi and ate it. His expression was still blank with slight annoyance, so Yamamoto couldn’t tell if he liked it or disliked it. Instead, he waited in anticipation for Hibari’s response.

“Decent enough.” He said at last, and Yamamoto let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

Hey, he thought, at least it’s better than bad. And he smiled, a true smile this time, Hibari noted, and said, “I’m glad you like it!”

“Hn.” Was Hibari’s response.

“Haha, well I should get going. You can just give me that box back tomorrow.” He said, and Hibari glared at him menacingly, so Yamamoto quickly corrected himself, saying nervously, “Ah, um. If you want to, I mean.” And the other smirked in triumph.

After that, Yamamoto quickly left, and Hibari followed soon after (but of course they went to separate houses).

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Later that night, Hibari couldn’t get to sleep. All he could think about was what Yamamoto had said to him while he was supposedly asleep on that roof. He just didn’t get it. Why would someone think about him that way? No one’s ever liked him, and he doesn’t like it when people do.

He will certainly have to bite Yamamoto Takeshi to death tomorrow. He smirked. Or maybe… he could have a little fun messing with his mind.

Yes, that’s what he will do. Most definitely.

–

End Chapter 2.

Ohh, I hope this isn’t rushed! D: Please tell me if it is.

So I hope it’s okay… And I hope the characters aren’t too OOC. Man, I hate when that happens. OOC characters annoy me. Even in my own stories, no, especially in my own stories.

Well thanks for reading, hope you enjoy! :’D I don’t know when the next chapter will be done. :[

This is my first KHR fanfic. I hope it’s okay. ^^

Oh, and thank you so much! I’m so excited that I get to post my fan fiction in the right categories! :’D

I hope I did this right, by the way. xD

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

A Hibari Kyouya x Yamamoto Takeshi fan fiction

Title: Is it too late?

Next Chapter: Chapter 2

Genre: Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drama.

Rating: T or T+.

Warning(s): Semi-AU (Basically, no Mafia), Angst, Shounen-ai, Definitely OOCness because I’m not very far in the Manga at all, and more probably, I just can’t think of them.

Summary: Yamamoto has always loved Hibari, but kept it a secret for fear of getting hurt and hated. But when Hibari accidentally finds out, the angst begins.

Extra: Inspired by decolorize ‘s KHR fan fiction on LJ, ‘Nightingale‘. Which was the most amazing KHR fan fiction I’ve ever read. :3 Go read it now! >:’D

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Hibari Kyouya was amazing, and Yamamoto couldn’t say enough about him. He was so strong, so fast, the way he swings around those tonfas with much skill, striking his opponent perfectly until they’re down. He was breathtakingly beautiful, those sapphire eyes, his intense and sharp gaze. It was captivating, alluring, and at times, Yamamoto found himself unable to look away. He found it cute, so adorable how much Hibari protected Namimori. How much he tried, and succeeded, in doing so. Hibari was a mysterious human being, and sometimes, Yamamoto would get distracted and think of him, trying to understand. If only he talked a little more, it would be easier to figure out what he was thinking. Maybe then Yamamoto wouldn’t feel so perplexed about him. But he had a certain charm to him that Yamamoto was sure only he could see.

Because all anybody saw in him was a frightening, ill-tempered teenager who was dangerous. Although Yamamoto wasn’t sure if he wasn’t respected by others, and just feared, or both. The only thing is, what did Hibari think of all this? Did he not care? Was he just content with everything the way it was? Probably. But Yamamoto still couldn’t help but wonder.

First, it was admiration for him, but then it turned into something more. And Yamamoto wasn’t sure when, but he did know one thing’s for sure.

Yamamoto Takeshi was in love, deeply in love with Hibari Kyouya.

He had to keep it to himself, he just had to. And although it may sound mean, he didn’t trust anyone if he were to tell them. It was logical though, wasn’t it? If he was to tell, those people may not accept him, or find it disgusting. Hibari might accidentally find out. Or worse—Hibari might hate him, shun him away and he would be so hurt, so broken that he wouldn’t know what to do anymore. Yes, his love is that strong. But even if that wasn’t the case, and if it were to never happen, Yamamoto didn’t care. It’s a secret that no one can know, no matter how much it hurts, how much it hurts to keep it all inside.

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He sighed while on his way home. Today, Hibari had noticed Yamamoto staring at him, and he glared back with hatred. It doesn’t really seem like much, but, although Yamamoto found Hibari’s glares cute, it doesn’t feel the same when they’re directed at him. Even though it has happened a couple of times, not much though. Yamamoto didn’t want to seem suspicious. He didn’t want Hibari thinking anything of him as to why he kept staring, why he winced when Hibari glared back, and why he looked disappointed when turning away from Hibari. So it’s best to keep staring at a minimum. But he still couldn’t help it, Hibari was just so beautiful.

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“I’m home.” Yamamoto said while walking through the door to his home, and set down his bag.

“Welcome back.” his father responded, “How was school?”

“Ah, it was okay.” He still couldn’t forget about Hibari’s hateful glare.

“Just okay?” his father asked, and Yamamoto just nodded, “Oh, well alright then.” And Yamamoto was glad his father didn’t question any further, because he wasn’t up for talking about it.

He walked into his room and lay down on his bed, “Wait, what day is it today?” He mumbled to himself. Yamamoto always seemed to forget these sorts of things, and would get confused with the days all the time.

So he got up and took a look at his calendar. “Oh,” he said, surprised, “Next week is Hibari’s birthday. May 5th.” then he murmured, “I should get him something. But I wonder what it should be…” And for a moment he thought about asking Tsuna, but immediately decided against it, thinking it wouldn’t be original and as special and important as it would if Yamamoto were to pick it himself.

He went back and lied down on his bed and thought long and hard on what present he should give Hibari on his birthday. Yamamoto eventually fell asleep thinking, completely forgetting all about his homework for school.

–

“Yamamoto, wake up! It’s almost time for school!” His father shouted while opening his son’s door, “Why didn’t you set your alarm?”

“Huh?” Yamamoto mumbled, still half asleep. “Oh, my alarm? I think I forgot to set it…”

“Well alright then. But it’s almost time for school, so get up and get ready to go.” His father said.

“’kay.” Yamamoto responded, and got up to get ready. His father had already left, and he looked at his clock to see how much time he has until school starts, “What?!” He yelled, “Fifteen minutes?” Then he sighed, “Oh well. I better hurry, though.”

After he got all ready to go, and was walking out the door, he remembered something, “Ah, geez! I forgot to do my homework! Maybe I should ask Gokudera for a copy…”

He then heard his father shout from somewhere in the house, “That’s what you get for falling asleep early!”

“Huh?” Yamamoto thought for a second then remembered what happened yesterday and laughed awkwardly, “Yeah, I guess…” And he walked to school reluctantly and slowly.

–

He was staring at his feet while he walked, but still able to see a bit ahead of him. The only problem was that he wasn’t paying attention to anyone around him, but only paid attention to things and the direction he was going. Yes, Yamamoto is still walking very slowly to school.

He just now walked past the school gate, “Yamamoto Takeshi, you’re late.” And he froze. His head was still facing his feet, and only when he heard footsteps coming towards him did he look up.

Laughing awkwardly and scratching the back of his head, he said, “Ahaha. I didn’t see you there, Hibari.”

Hibari’s eyes narrowed and he got straight to the point, “What were you doing that made you twenty-five minutes late, Yamamoto Takeshi?”

“Uh, I got lost?”

Hibari took out his tonfas, “Wrong answer.” And hit him across the face. Yamamoto nearly fell down. He stayed still with his head facing down and to the side, and eyes half way closed. “Herbivore.”

Yamamoto then closed his eyes. That’s right, he thought, I’m just the same as everyone else is to him. I’m no one special. Not at all… And he lifted his head up slightly and smiled sadly, which somewhat surprised Hibari, but the expression was quickly gone and replaced by a glaring face.

“Get to class or I’ll bite you to death.” Hibari threatened, and Yamamoto started walking without saying a word. Hibari just stared at his back, with a somewhat serious expression on his face. Not really worried, more like confused, but only kind of, about Yamamoto’s behavior. But he still slightly wondered what had happened and what was wrong with him.

–

End Chapter 1.

So what do guys think? :]

Man! I almost posted this chapter twice! But then some things happened and I had to delete it, and start over only to have to stop what I’m doing and delete it again! D: But now I finally got the chance to post it and I’m super excited~! :’D

Um. Next chapter should be up soon. It’s already finished. ^^

Disclaimer: First Shugo Chara FF -gasps- It must be kind of cheesy.