An Epilogue of Sorts...

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Upon the roof of Namimori, where rarely anyone visited except for three certain boys and perhaps a few young couples who dared to confess to each other, a sunny yellow bird perched upon the creaky fence and puffed its feathers up before shaking itself and flying off, soaring to the highest part of the rooftop where no one ever dared to climb up on. No one ever tried to see what it would be like to lie on the very top of the school, partly because there were parts in the roof that were sharp and dangerous to climb upon. There were a few areas where the top was also weakening, prone to break at any moment. The very top of the roof was a dangerous place. That was part of the reason. But the other part was also because a certain young man liked to occupy that area.

Hibird landed gently upon the smooth black hair of Hibari Kyouya, leader of the delinquents under-covering as the Discplinary Committee of Namimori Junior High. The boy, who with just one look could send people diving for cover, was lying comfortably across the top of the roof, hands behind his head and one leg kicked up over another lazily. His eyes opened a sliver as he felt the little bird nuzzle into the top of his head affectionately. Hibari sighed and closed his eyes again. He grimaced as the bird continued to bury itself into a particular painful bruise upon his head. But a malicious smile graced his lips as he thought about how much more it had hurt the silver haired boy (and all the other people) who had been occupying his body.

Hibird hopped to another spot on Hibari's head, oblivious to the pain it was causing its master, and Hibari winced in return.

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The door to the sushi restaurant shuffled open, the bells hanging on the door tinkling gently. Yamamoto sighed as he stepped back into his home and he put on a grin for the customers who were greeting him warmly and welcoming him back from school. He nodded to them courteously and then left to the back of the restaurant where the kitchen and a set of stairs stood, leading up to his and his father's rooms. He breathed out a long breath, feeling fatigue creep upon him. It had been a long day... what with switching bodies with Tsuna for an entire morning and then switching bodies with other people while battling a bizarre flower he had never heard of. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. Maybe it was one of those games again. Or a show put on by Rokudo Mukuro, a person who seemed to break all the rules of reality.

The tall baseball player kicked off his shoes and started heading up the stairs to take a good long shower in order to soothe his aching body and head.

"Takeshi?" His father's voice stopped him and Yamamoto laughed tiredly.

"Hey, Dad. I just got back from school."

"Oh! I see!" His father grinned while he wiped his hands on a towel. The man watched his son for a moment before speaking again. "You look tired. Did something happen in school today? You weren't back home yesterday night so I was wondering if maybe you were at Sawada-kun's house again."

Yamamoto laughed sheepishly. "Not exactly... ha ha... ha. Anyway, I think I'm gonna go take a quick shower. And then I'll come back down to help!"

"Ou!" His dad nodded happily. But then, his eyes opened slightly wide as he spotted something on his son's neck. "Takeshi... what... what is that...?"

"Huh? What is what, Dad?" Yamamoto watched his father point a shaky finger at his neck. At the part where he had seen Gokudera--who was in fact Hibari--nipping at his own neck--although the neck was actually sort of Tsuna's at that time. Yamamoto's face went red and he slapped a hand upon the mark left behind from the days events. "Uhh... er... I can explain, Dad... I think..."

"Ta-Ta-Takeshi...!" His father pointed insistently at his son's neck, eyes now wide open after witnessing his son's reactions. "Y-You have...! You have... a very aggressive girlfriend?!"

A bead of sweat ran down Yamamoto's head and he smiled sheepishly. "Well... not exactly..."

"Then..." His father gulped, face flushing pink. "You... you... you have a b-b-b-boy... friend...? And... you let him... do that to you?"

Yamamoto's face burst into red and he shook his head ferociously, "N-no! Well... I didn't... exactly let him do it..." He scratched his cheek, not really knowing how to explain what had happened.

His father clamped his hands over his cheeks and the man's mouth dropped open (in a very good rendition of the famous painting, The Scream). "Takeshi... you... you were... raped?"

Yamamoto blanched at how his father's logic was going. "No! No! I...! I wasn't! I wasn't raped!"

His father backed away and then went into the kitchen, eerily silent. Yamamoto gulped, all fatigue blown away by the sudden turn of events, and he wondered how this had all happened. The black haired baseball player followed after his father curiously and he peeked into the kitchen. His jaw fell open as he watched his usually cheery father pick up a large cleaver from the sink, letting it catch the light from the ceiling, before slamming it down into a fish head. The cracking, splitting sound resounding in the room caused chills to creep up Yamamoto's spine.

"Erm... dad...?" He asked hesitantly.

His father turned to him with a cold look in his eyes. "Takeshi... tell me who did it..."

"Dad!" Yamamoto yelled and then hastily held his father back while trying to convince the man that his son had not been raped by anyone.

It was beyond doubt that from that day on, Yamamoto learned how to be very careful with his words. Or... at least most of the time...

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Night was creeping closer and closer upon the day and Tsuna finally returned home, sighing as he held a few bags of groceries his mother had requested him to go purchase. The brown haired boy set down the bags near the kitchen sink and opened the refrigerator, lazily stuffing the food items into the compartments at random. He closed the door of the refrigerator and sighed, leaning against it for support. It had been a long day...

But, it had felt as though he hadn't been at home for days. Even though he hadn't been home for merely a night, it had felt so long since he had last seen his own kitchen. The brown haired boy smiled and peered into the refrigerator, wondering to himself if perhaps he should try making an omelette again. The way his mother had taught him a long long lonnng time ago. Did he still remember...?

Tsuna closed the door to the refrigerator again and shook his head. "No way. I'll just screw it up and I'll have to eat it myself..." He sighed and left the kitchen, trudging up the stairs back into his messy room. The boy sprawled himself across the bed, thinking of the days events. Of being in Yamamoto's body, of playing baseball and talking to many many classmates he couldn't even begin to dream to talk to. Of relaxing on the roof with his friends, almost peacefully, and of... of... getting a hickey. By Gokudera-kun... Tsuna's face went red and he grabbed his pillow, hiding his burning face in it. Or was it Hibari-san...?

Both...?

Tsuna flopped over with a great sigh and he shook his head, continuing with his thoughts. He had switched into many other bodies after that... into Onii-san's. Into Chrome's. Into Hibari's and then to Mukuro's... A bead of sweat ran down his head. He sure had switched with a lot of people... (maybe it had something to do with being the main character) He hadn't switched with Gokudera-kun. But he could imagine what would happen if he did...

"Jyuudaime! You're in my body now? Good! Just stay there! My body will keep you safe!"

Tsuna snorted into his pillow and then smiled at his memories of the day.

Then, a thought hit him as he pondered what the Gokudera in his imagination had just said.

Why was it... that his body was completely unscathed compared to everyone else...?

A bead of sweat ran down his head. Had... had everyone protected his body from harm by being in it...?

"That means... I'm harmful to myself just by being in my body...?" Tsuna laughed hesitantly, staring at his bedspread blankly.

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Rays of bright light burst in from the curtains as a silver haired young man swept them open grandly. "Good morning!" He shouted passionately at the sky, ignoring the loud stumble from the room next door (undoubtedly, his father falling off of the bed in surprise).

Ryohei quickly dressed into a comfortable sweat suit and rushed outside, having the decency to close the door softer than normal (which meant, a quiet slam) before running out to start his usual jog around the town. When he returned home all sweaty and face flushed from making ten more laps than usual, he grinned as his mother and father sat at the kitchen table, already starting to cook breakfast. "Good morning, Dad! Mom!" The two parents smiled wearily at their son and lifted a cup of expresso as though toasting each other good luck. The silver haired boxer energetically went to take a shower to freshen up before changing into his school clothes, ready for the new school day. Yesterday had been an extreme experience. And he hoped that everyday could be the same!

Ryohei fisted a hand together after he had finished wrapping a long string of bandages around his fists. He stared at his fingers with an intense gaze, as though his eyes were on fire. Today... would be an extreme day...! He nodded and looked up at the ceiling hopefully. Especially since the day he had met Sawada Tsunayoshi...! Days just got better and better!

"OU! Ryohei, FIGHT!" The silver haired boxer pumped his bandaged fists into the air and then left his room to eat breakfast.

At the dining table, his mother, father, and now Kyouko were sitting down, already starting on their breakfast. Ryohei took his seat beside his little sister and started scarfing down the miso soup and eggs on rice while nodding his head in satisfaction at every bite. He nearly finished his bowl of rice and was about to flick the last bite of rice into his mouth with his chopsticks when something caught his eyes.

Ryohei stared at his sister's skirt carefully and his eyebrows scrunched together as he noticed Kyouko's thighs exposed to the cool air. He pointed his chopsticks at her skirt, remembering that Chrome's skirt had been just as short and that he had felt extremely uncomfortable in them.

"Kyouko! Are you sure you should be wearing such a short skirt?!"

The orange haired girl nearly dropped her bowl of miso soup at the unexpected question. Her brother... her brother was paying attention to things such as skirts...? "Umm... Nii-san... is there something wrong with my skirt...?"

"It's way too short, don't you think?" Ryohei shouted passionately, slamming his chopsticks down upon the table. "It's short to the extreme limit! They should do something about it! The way it flutters about behind you. Doesn't it feel like people can just flip it up at any moment?!"

Kyouko's face turned bright red and she stammered nervously, unsure of how to deal with a Ryohei that was passionate about short skirts instead of boxing. "I... uh... um... er..."

As Ryohei continued ranting on about what could only be from his own experience, his mother turned to his father and lifted a hand up to her mouth in surprise.

"Ara ara..." The Sasagawa mother exclaimed softly to the Sasagawa father. "Could our Ryohei be finally growing up?"

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It was time for lunch again. Tsuna, Yamamoto, and Gokudera shuffled their desks together, gathering around in a small circle within the room. Just as they were opening their various lunchboxes, Gokudera frowned and glanced towards Yamamoto.

"Oi, you."

Yamamoto was just about to snatch up a sushi roll with his chopsticks when he was stopped abruptly by the silver haired boy. Tsuna munched on his onigiri and watched the two boys curiously.

Gokudera frowned and stared at the tall baseball player suspiciously. And then, "You don't happen to have some dynamite on you, do you...?"

Yamamoto gave Gokudera a weird look that consisted of a raise of his eyebrow and a twitch of his mouth. "Uhh... no... if you mean fireworks, I might have some back at home."

Gokudera ignored the rest of Yamamoto's sentence and he planted his cheek into the palm of his hand in frustration, "Shit. Where could the rest have gone...?"

Tsuna chewed slowly, glancing from Gokudera to Yamamoto and then back to Gokudera. "Um... Gokudera-kun... why exactly are you looking for more dynamite?"

The silver haired explosives expert frowned deeply and tapped a finger against his cheek impatiently, leg bobbing up and down constantly in irritation. "I checked how much dynamite I was carrying yesterday and I was short by a few. I counted exactly how many I used and deducted it from how many I usually carry... but the numbers don't add up! Someone must've stolen some of my dynamite. It's not the baseball idiot... then... maybe it's the turf-head? Or Hibari? Hnnnmmm..." His eyebrows scrunched together in thought.

Tsuna stopped chewing.

The brown haired boy watched his silver haired friend with round eyes. "Wait... Gokudera-kun... you... you actually carry a specific amount of dynamite on you?! And... and... you can actually keep track of how many you use...?"

"Yeah!" Gokudera growled and pounded a fist onto the table, sending Yamamoto's sushi flying up in the air. "And that's the thing! I'm missing twenty of them!"

"T-Twenty?!" Tsuna cried in disbelief.

"I usually keep about a hundred-thirty on me..." Gokudera started ticking off his fingers quickly, as Tsuna yelped, 'A hundred-thirty?!' in the background, "...and I used thirty-seven sticks yesterday. But I only found seventy-three left on me! I'm missing twenty! I should still have ninety-three left! But there were only seventy-three!"

"A hundred-thirty?!" Tsuna repeated breathlessly, looking Gokudera over, wondering how the teen carried so many bombs on him. Yamamoto laughed and popped a sushi into his mouth.

"Maa maa." He spoke while he chewed. "I'm sure you'll find your dynamite in due time. They'll come back. Or you can go get more! I think..."

A hand suddenly slipped down Gokudera's neck and into the boy's shirt collar. And then, the hand pulled out again, fingers wrapped around a stick of dynamite. The three boys jumped in alarm as they realized that a person had appeared behind Gokudera and their eyes widened considerably.

"H-Hibari-san!" Tsuna gasped and watched the prefect stare expressionlessly at the dynamite in his hand.

"Hm... so you put them there, too..." Hibari stated simply. Gokudera leapt up from his seat angrily and snatched the dynamite from the young man's hand quickly before tucking it back under the collar of his shirt.

"Why the hell are you here?!" The silver haired teen snarled, hands balled together. Hibari lifted a large bag up, eyes coldly staring at Gokudera. And then, he promptly upturned the bag, sticks of dynamite falling onto the floor. Exactly twenty of them.

"You left these on me... idiot." And then the dark haired prefect turned away, walking stoically out the room.

Yamamoto and Tsuna sat in their seats, chewing thoughtfully on their food as they watched Gokudera hastily bend down and tuck the sticks of dynamite into various spots in his clothes no one ever knew they could tuck dynamite into.

And from that day on, when Gokudera would sometimes pass by Hibari in the halls, he would feel someone steal away sticks of dynamite within his clothes from places he didn't think anyone else knew he put them.

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In an old and abandoned warehouse, three people stood or sat in various corners of the room, doing their various things. A blue haired girl was lying down on a decaying couch, arms limp by her sides. Ken sat in a small, dark corner playing around with a worn toy ball, pushing it backward of forward with his claw-like hands. The blonde peered at the girl curiously before returning to the ball in his hands. Chikusa stood in another corner of the room, gazing out from one of the dusty and rusting windows. He, too, took a glance at the girl on the couch with an expressionless look, before returning to the scenery out the window.

Suddenly, Ken growled irritably and chucked the ball at the wall, making it squeak as it bounced off. He stood up and glared at the blue haired girl. "Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?! First, you come to us all sad and weepy. Then, you disappear for one night and then we see you at the store all giddy and high on crack! After that, you disappear again and return all sad and weepy again! What's your problem, you crazy chick?!"

Chikusa turned his attention away from the window, eyeing Ken and Chrome in interest, waiting patiently for the blue haired girl's answer.

Chrome looked up at Ken in surprise and then her eyes dropped down to her lap again. Her arms really hurt right now... what exactly had Sasagawa Ryohei been doing with her body...? She winced as she tried to move an arm and she closed her eyes. "I..."

"I?" Ken probed, nodding and listening intently. Chrome licked her lips and opened her eyes, staring at her arms with her only visible purple eye.

"I... was not myself at that time..."

"Haah? What's that supposed to mean?" Ken drawled irritably, watching the girl in annoyance.

Chrome continued softly. "Well... some... someone..."

"Someone...?" Ken frowned deeply, wondering what the girl was trying to say.

"Someone else was in my body and he did something so my arms hurt now and I won't be able to cook today or tomorrow maybe so you two will have to take care of yourselves for the next few days..." The blue haired girl muttered so quietly the two boys nearly missed it. But they didn't. Especially the part concerning their food for the next few days.

Ken's mouth fell open. A few days without Chrome's home-made cooking?! What bull was this?!

The foot holding Chikusa up against the wall slipped and the young man nearly fell over. A few days without Chrome's home-made cooking? How could this be possible?

Ken leapt up and rushed towards the girl lying on the couch. "Whaa? You...! You can't be serious! Kaki-pii doesn't know how to cook!"

"..." Chikusa stared at a speckle of dust on the floor irritably.

Chrome smiled weakly and then suggested. "You guys... can go get take-out..."

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They were on the roof again. Just the three of them. Or maybe four of them if they counted the ever quiet presence of Hibari on the roof top. Yamamoto, Gokudera, and Tsuna each pulled out their own lunchboxes (in Gokudera's case, a plastic bag of drinks and sandwitches) and set their little picnic upon the floor of the roof. Tsuna smiled brightly at the feast before them. Apparently, Tsuna's mother and Yamamoto's father had decided to make all of their favorite foods on the same day, which was today. Which was why they were on the roof. To celebrate and eat with the wind and sun in their hair.

Yamamoto grinned and lifted up the large lunchbox full of various sushi. "Okay, shall we start?"

"Yes!" Tsuna cheered like a child, snatching up his chopsticks happily. Gokudera watched the brown haired boy swallow a piece of sushi and a gentle smile spread across his face. Then, he rolled up his sleeves and reached for some sushi with his chopsticks as well.

"Okay! Since Jyuudaime is so happy today, I'm gonna eat my own fill, too!" And he snatched up a tuna roll and popped it into his mouth.

Yamamoto smiled at his two friends and then glanced at Tsuna's unopened lunchbox lying in the middle of their feast. Tsuna had peered inside earlier and had exclaimed in surprise before closing the lid again. Yamamoto and Gokudera had both seen an eager blush appear upon the boy's face and when they had asked why he looked so happy, the boy explained to them that his mother had made one of his favorite foods in the entire world. The baseball player sneakily took the unguarded lunchbox while the two other boys were distracted with his father's sushi. Once his target was safely in his hands, Yamamoto lifted the lid of Tsuna's lunchbox up, leaning his head down to peer in curiously. And then, he smiled a great smile.

"Kufufufu..."

Gokudera and Tsuna stopped mid-chew. Their heads turned slowly towards the black haired baseball ace and gulped down their food, hard. Tsuna stared at his friend with a horrified look. "Ya-Ya-Yamamoto-kun...?"

The baseball player continued to chuckle, "Kufufufu..." And he lifted up the precious lunchbox in his hands. "...I know what your favorite food is now, Sawada Tsunayoshi-kun..."

"Wh-Wha? Mu-Mukuro?!" Tsuna gasped, wondering why he hadn't felt the chills he usually did when the blue haired man was nearby.

"You bastard! You took over the baseball idiot's body?!" Gokudera growled.

Yamamoto chuckled eerily for a while longer before reverting back to his usual demeanor. "Ha ha ha! I was just joking, guys. I just wanted to try it out once. That's guys laugh sure is strange..." He coughed and stuck out his tongue. "Ugh, it sort of hurt my throat..."

Tsuna's mouth dropped open. Gokudera's chopsticks dropped to the floor.

The baseball player continued to laugh and he pointed at Tsuna teasingly. "But you sure are easy to scare, Tsuna!"

The brown haired boy's eyes went blank. Why would Yamamoto play such a trick on him?!

Gokudera pounced upon the baseball player, bent on strangling the laughing idiot to death.

And all was well.

Hibari frowned irritably and tucked his tonfa back behind him.

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