Last chappie! Reviews are very much appreciated. 8D I'll put my ending notes here, or the bottom will be spoiled.

Thank you for reading all the way! All 27 (haha) handwritten pages are now typed up, and I finally finished a long-term story! I actually liked the ending very much. All is explained, and you can look up the four cycles of this disorder on Wiki. Thanks for reading, reviewing, and sticking it out with me 'till the end!

Hibari refused to accept it. He knew Tsuna still like him … right? Every day, he left flowers outside Tsuna's door, love notes in his desk, not knowing that Tsuna's heart cracked a little more with each action, or that sometimes he cried himself to sleep at night.

But the brunet could hang out with Gokudera and Yamamoto now, and it was almost like old times. However, Tsuna knew that both of them could tell that he was sad about something. It didn't take a genius to guess about what – though Gokudera certainly was one.

Their breakup was spawned by rumors, but Tsuna quietly confirmed it when Kyoko asked sadly if it was true. It didn't seem like it most of the time, what with Hibari still watching the object of his adoration in the hallways, and drifting off into a daze when Kusakabe reported that Sawada Tsunayoshi was starting to come late to school again.

He only ate things that Tsuna liked, and constantly had tuna. Even his nighttime patrols of Namimori were only in Tsuna's general area, gradually limited to just circling around that one house. Crime rates skyrocketed in other areas, and the skylark didn't seem to care. Most nights, he spent his time staring longingly into the drawn curtains of the brunet's window. The boy developed heavy shadows under his eyes as a result, and slept often during the day, waking periodically to monitor Tsuna's surroundings.

Tsuna couldn't help but feel worried at times. The great Hibari Kyouya looked sickly, tired, and generally pretty bad, but he still kept finding flowers and notes placed there in the dead of the night. He worried constantly, but pushed it out of his mind. He still had things to do.

He played with Lambo and I-Pin as much as he could, talked with Fuuta, humored Bianchi when she tried to teach him how to cook, and went grocery shopping for his mom. He even managed a trip to Kokuyo Land to check up on his Mist Guardians.

"Geez, Chrome, you should stop buying chocolate snacks. Once in a while is okay, but you need to have meat and vegetables. Go to Yamamoto's Takesushi sometime, they'll take care of you. And you, Mukuro, letting her eat things like this – Ken, don't you roll your eyes at me – Chikusa is the only one who looks remotely healthy here…"

Ken grumbled, but Chikusa nodded.

"I eat everything, but as usual, they won't listen…" he sighed.

Tsuna snorted. At least Mukuro had the decency to look ashamed.

"Chikusa, do the grocery shopping from now on, okay?"

He nodded.

"Good. I want fruit, vegetables, and meat. Lots of meat."

He set down the Tupperware of fruit on a dilapidated couch.

"Eat this – all of it. No, Ken, a tree will not grow inside of you if you eat the seeds…"

He watched them eat for a while, and signed.

"And if you want a home cooked meal, my mom says that she'll be happy to cook for you guys. Just drop by my house when you feel hungry – you do know where my house is, rght?"

Mukuro chuckled through a mouthful of pineapple.

"Kufufu… Of course, what kind of Guardians would we be if we didn't know where our boss changed at night? Some pervert might be peeking on you."

Tsuna shivered. "You just made me feel less safe than before."

"Did I? It wasn't supposed to."

"What kind of Guardian stalks their boss on a normal school night?"

"Oh, don't be so sure. I know for a fact that I'm not the only one," Mukuro's teasing smile vanished as he hinted darkly, "Be careful, Tsunayoshi."

Tsuna's first thought was Gokudera – it seemed like something the avid right-hand man would do. But he soon revised his thought with a dark-haired prefect – it was far more likely.

Tsuna shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Mukuro."

The heterochromatic boy chuckled, waved, and dissolved into his female counterpart.

"Fruits, vegetables, meat." He reiterated firmly, and left.

It was nightfall by the time he got home, and he just took a shower and collapsed onto the bed, heaving a tired sigh and drifting off to sleep.

The window slid open.

A figure cast its shadow across the carpet. Moonlight streamed in, illuminating Tsuna's peaceful face.

The figure leapt down soundlessly, sliding the window shut behind him. He perched like a handsome gargoyle at the foot of the bed, admiring the way Tsuna's mouth was slightly open, how the sheet would rise up and down as the small chest breathed, how his pretty eyelashes fluttered sometimes.

His gaze grew hungry, and he licked his lips.

Tsunayoshi…

The hyper dying will intuition obviously sensing something, his eyes flicked open. Hibari's hand was clamped over Tsuna's mouth before he had the chance to scream, and only a muffled yell escaped the fingers.

"Shh… It's me, relax."

This far from relaxed the brunet, and he hissed in an oddly strangled manner, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"You're wonderful when you swear too. I just needed to talk to you."

"Ever heard of knocking? Or, even better, using the phone?" Tsuna seethed, feeling unusually vehement toward the prefect at the moment. The – The bastard dared to tear his emotions to frenzied pieces, caused himself all this harm, and then barged through his window –

Hibari responded immediately, as if rehearsed.

"I didn't want to wake the rest of your family. And the conversation is important, I had to do it in person."

"And this couldn't have waited until some time that was not…" Tsuna checked the clock. "2:37 in the morning?"

"Would you rather I come back later?" the tonfa-wielder asked innocently.

"…No. No, just say it now…"

"I wanted to know if the 'time spent away from each other' was up yet."

"…I… Um, well…" Hibari watched him hopefully.

Tsuna averted his eyes, lest he caved in due to that look. The brunet took a deep, shuddering breath.

"I'm still angry at you, Hibari-san."

The raven seemed to deflate.

"Oh," he said quietly.

"I can change. If you want me to change, I will. I can. I'll even forgive the fact that you invited that Rokudo Mukuro to your house."

"… You were watching us?" Rising anger.

"I just needed to make sure that he wasn't going to hurt you…" Hibari mumbled.

"And you know perfectly well that he wasn't going to, and that I can take care of myself," snapped Tsuna testily.

"I… Just wanted to… to be with you…"

"But you're separating me from the rest of my family, Hibari-san. I can't give them up just for you."

"I know. I know that I'm selfish, and jealous, but you're my only reason for living, Tsuna. Tsunayoshi. I'm sorry… So… will you… Would you take me back? I need you." A note of yearning.

Tsuna nearly melted right there, but stood firm. He shook his head, resisting the urge to throw his arms around his Cloud and just hold him there.

"I can't. I can't, Hibari-san. I don't think this will work."

Hibari was silent. The minutes ticked by.

"Then… Can you be mine for one night? Just tonight. I'll make you mine. Just… Just one night?"

"Hibari-san…" A pause. "O-Okay." Tsuna felt like crying, the broken expression on his ex-lover's face was too much to bear. It wasn't too much to ask, right?

"What… What do you want to do?" Tsuna asked tentatively, playing with his blankets.

"Close your eyes…" Hibari ordered softly. After a brief hesitation, Tsuna complied.

Petal-soft lips danced over his eyelids and pressed against his chin. The hot mouth nipped at the brunet's furiously, hands wandering. The top of the pajamas were mysteriously unbuttoned and pushed down to Tsuna's elbows. Tsuna didn't even notice, the talented mouth driving him up to Cloud Nine.

It was only when Hibari's large hands dusted the other's side to trace the pattern of his rib cage when Tsuna noticed.

"Hi-Hibari-sa – "he interrupted himself with a soft moan, the warm tongue finding a spot behind his ear that felt really good.

Those hands traced patterns over his chest and stomach, causing Tsuna to arc into the other's torso.

"Does it… feel good?" Hibari breathed, warm breath ghosting over Tsuna's shoulder. Tsuna nodded shamefully, burying his face into the crook of Hibari's neck once more.

"Would you… mind if you could make me feel good?"

Tsuna looked up, eyes wide.

"But I – I don't know how."

"It's okay," Hibari assured gently. "You won't have to do much for what I have in mind." Long fingers slipped past Tsuna's waistband, dragging one side down to about mid-thigh before Tsuna worked out what he meant.

"N-No!" He shoved Hibari away, pulling his pants and boxers back on, and scrambled off the bed.

"But you promised," Hibari murmured plaintively. He stepped off after the Sky, tie undone as well as the first three buttons of his shirt.

"I didn't know you meant – I'm not ready for this!"

"But you promised," Hibari repeated. He continued his advances, backing Tsuna into his window. He rested his hands on the sill, staring at Tsuna.

"S-Stop, Hibari-san, you're scaring me!"

"I just wanted one night with you, Tsunayoshi… Just let me… just once… I want to feel you…"

"A-Ah…!" Hibari held Tsuna's hips, running calloused hands on the porcelain skin.

"No, s-stop, I don't want this – "

A gentle kiss silenced him, but a kiss to his bare shoulder started the tears as Hibari traveled lower. They flowed freely, spilling over his cheeks –

Clack.

Hibari choked, a thick iron collar clasped to his neck. Fingers scrabbled uselessly against the metal. Tsuna slumped to the floor too stunned to even say a word. A black strip of cloth dropped over Hibari's eyes – and then, Reborn was there.

"Reborn," Tsuna hiccupped. "Re-Reborn…" He reached for the baby, holding him tightly in his unclothed arms.

"Tsuna…" the baby frowned, and turned to look at the occupants of the room. The illusion of a pineapple stood in a dark corner, and two members of the Vindice led chains connected to Hibari's neck.

"Wh-What…"

"Sorry for being late, Tsuna. I was watching you two for some time. I'm diagnosing Hibari Kyouya with a mild case of Obsessive Love Disorder."

"Obsessive Love … Disorder?" Tsuna repeated, confused and still teary-eyed.

"Obsessive Love Disorder is a mental illness where the victim of it becomes obsessively in love with another – hence the name. That person goes so overboard that their object of attention is the only thing they pay attention to, and they are often possessive or restricting. They act strangely, to be sure – and Hibari here certainly was."

Reborn paused to let it soak in, and then continued.

"He's still strong, despite being deranged, so I wanted to call in the Vindice for backup. But since they're rather hard to get a hold of, I asked Mukuro for assistance," he explained. Mukuro waved from his new position sitting cross-legged on Tsuna's bed.

"What will happen to him?" Asked Tsuna hesitantly.

"He'll go through therapy, and then he'll go to The Vindice's Prison."

"We might even get to be cell mates," Mukuro laughed.

To Tsuna's shocked expression, Reborn's own hardened.

"Anyone, even Guardians, who go against the boss is scum, Tsuna."

"I- I know, but…"

"Are you feeling pity for him, Tsuna? This person tried to take your virginity – and would have succeeded had we not arrived when we did."

"I know. I know it, but…!"

So dark.

So dark… there are people talking… I can't hear them…

Neck hurts…

Metal? Metal is… so cold.

So cold.

Hard to breathe. Want to breathe.

Stop talking…

Why is it so dark?

"Tsuna… Tsunayoshi. Tsunayoshi…!" Hibari thrashed about in his bindings, emitting faint whines. "Tsuna… Where are you? Tsuna… I can't see. Where – Where are you, Tsuna…?"

Tsuna's tears welled up again, feeling his chest hurt.

"It's so painful… Isn't it sad, Reborn? You don't – Don't you feel sorry for him?"

"Not particularly."

"I'm scared… Tsuna! Tsuna, it's dark…"

Eyes hurt.

Burning.

Why do they hurt?

They're … swimming.

Water… down my face. It's cold.

He looked like a small child, crystalline tears leaking out from under the blindfold.

With a cry of frustration, Tsuna set Reborn down, dashing to Hibari's side. Mukuro's cheerful smile was wiped off his face, like a wet towel set to a coffee ring. A careful, focused look appeared as he watched the two.

"Hibari-san… Hibari-san, shh… I'm here, don't cry. I'm right here, I'm not going to leave you, okay? Shh…" Tsuna stripped off the blindfold, holding the prefect gently in his arms. The Vindice were officially confused. Tsuna tugged at the collar restraining the prefect and looked up, glaring at the two bandaged figures.

"Well?" he demanded. "Get it off!"

"They don't answer to mafia bosses, Tsuna. They're a separate organization." Reborn spoke.

"I don't care. Tell them that if they don't take it off this instant, I'll give them two second to run before setting them on fire."

Reborn translated, the Italian leaving his lips in fluid sound. The bandaged figures looked at each other, nodded, and the collar came undone with a click. Tsuna removed it and tossed it aside impatiently. Still holding the distraught Hibari in his arms, he stared at the other room occupants.

"Well?" he demanded. "Leave!"

The Vindice filed out and Mukuro mumbled disappointedly, "Thought he blew his chance…" and disappeared in a wisp of mist. Reborn patted Tsuna's forehead while standing on Hibari's stomach saying, "He's your responsibility now, Tsuna. Good luck." It was the first affectionate gesture the Arcobaleno had given him since the four years they knew each other – and frankly, Tsuna was surprised.

"Yeah. I will. Thanks, Reborn." The baby just gave a smirk and hopped out the window.

"Tsuna…" Hibari Kyouya repeated, merely a ghost of his regal self.

"Yeah, Hibari-san?"

"We'll be… together forever, right?"

"Of course. Together forever."

And together they lived…

"Oh."

A silence.

"… Tsuna?"

"Mm… Yeah?"

"You smell… like strawberries."

Happily Ever After.