Under Different Circumstances

You know those moments in animes or mangas where a character states, "If we had met under different circumstances, things would have been different (ie, we'd have been friends, lovers, etc)?" Well... I thought that it would be fun to try that... KHR style! So in another words, this fic is like a collection of one shots of "What if"s.

Yes, I do take requests. Please submit them in this form (it's mainly for my own sanity):

character 1:

character 2:

circumstance:

I'll also take up to 3 special requests. But be aware that those might take longer to write. And let's not assume that I have no life. I do like to read mangas and watch animes. I do have hw to do as well. Please be patient with me! .

As an example, I'll show you what I mean:

character 1: Sawada Tsunayoshi

character 2: Rokudo Mukuro

Circumstance: Car crash

Special Request: Tsuna runs over Mukuro with his car.

Special Request: Chrome slaps someone.

I don't own KHR. If I did... well... let's say Chrome would have more uses than being used as fan service or a telephone wire for Mukuro.

Rokudo Mukuro had never been a normal person. And if Chrome had to create a biography of this person, she would find that it sounded more fictitious than a badly written vampire-love story. This, by the way, was why she trashed the said biography under the couch along with Ken's junk wrappers that he never bothered to throw away. Of course, Chikusa was not happy when he noticed the growing blob under his seat ("Stupid dog..." "Who're you calling a dog?!"). Mukuro had thought it was hilarious and secretly bought Ken more junk food. And although Chikusa wasn't happy, at least it kept Mukuro amused. And that was fine with Chrome because her cousin was very important to her. Of course, Mukuro did strange things like this from time to time. But she was used to it.

... Or so she thought.

It was when Mukuro decided to observe people for his thesis that Chrome became quite uneasy.

For whatever reason, Mukuro had somehow got into his head that staring at drivers when crossing the street caused the drivers to slow down and eventually stop. Something about guilt and morality; but Chrome wasn't paying attention to the explanation why ("You want to do what?!").

Chikusa had tried to point out various flaws in the man's logic, but couldn't form the words. Instead, he let out his trademark sigh and nodded. Ken thought it was a great idea and jumped to volunteer himself. And Chrome? She frowned but didn't have the heart to tell Mukuro no. This was why the four ended up testing out the thesis.

First, Chrome stood in front of a moving bicycle. Just as Mukuro had predicted, the bicyclist stopped. He, the bicyclist, with a big smile told Chrome to hop on the back, and that he would gladly give her a ride ("I'll take you somewhere fun."). Let's just say that the bicyclist won't be able to cycle for quite a while now ("Hey, does he need this to survive?" "... yes...").

Chikusa's test was relatively simple. He stood as an elderly driving a car came towards him. The elderly stopped, but only because Chikusa had been standing next to a stop sign ("Doesn't that defeat the purpose...?").

Then Ken tried to stop a car from approaching him in a relatively small road. Sadly, the Vendicare, their nickname for the local cops, showed and dragged them away. They would have gotten away with a small warning, if it weren't for Ken's vicious temper. They spent the rest of the night in prison until Lancia bailed them out ("Stupid boss and his stupid thesis and his stupid schemes...").

Mukuro had been depressed since they were out of Vendicare's grasp; something about how outside forces were disturbing his testing. Then he suddenly smirked and left. Half an hour later, Chrome found Mukuro glaring at drivers in the middle of a highway. To say that she was terrified would be putting it mildly. Thankfully, the only person hurt from this was Mukuro, who, according to Chrome, deserved every single slap he received. And thankfully, they were long gone before the Vendicare could show up and jail them again.

So really, there was only one thing left to do. Chrome did the unthinkable. She grounded her beloved cousin. Mukuro was forbidden to leave his room, let alone the house. He was not allowed to associate with Ken or Chikusa, in fear he might convince them to do something stupid. The only person allowed to visit him was Chrome, but it was only to feed Mukuro. And so three days passed without an incident...

"Yeah... who knew senpai could drink so much?" Yamamoto agreed from his spot on the other side of Tsuna.

"That was... extreme..." was the only thing that Ryohei said. But his usual loud voice was muffled by the ground, since the boxer was lying on his stomach a few feet away from the three.

"Hurry up with the keys or I'll bite you to death," Hibari snapped ("Don't bite the Juudaime!").

"Sorry!" Tsuna squeaked. He then found the keys and unlocked the car door.

When the back seats were open, Hibari easily picked Ryohei up and threw him in the car. Tsuna watched, mouth agape, as Hibari proceeded to pick up the other two and throw them both in the back seat with Ryohei. Then Hibari slammed the car door shut ("Ow!" "Damn it!" "That's my leg!"). Then without a backwards glance, Hibari left. Tsuna would have given the older man a ride home, but Hibari was Hibari. He probably would've said something along the lines of, "Don't talk to me or I'll bite you to death," and left into the sunset, like those heroic characters in movies... then again, the sun had set several hours ago.

Tsuna looked back at the car. Really, just what had convinced them to drink so much? Tsuna shook his head and opened the driver's seat. Thank goodness that his private tutor, Reborn, forbade him from drinking. Otherwise, no one would be sober enough to take them home. Well, there was always Hibari... Tsuna shook his head and shuddered at the thought. No, no way. There would be no one sober enough to take anyone home. Which brought them to their position now.

Tsuna sighed and got in the car. Driving. Well, it wasn't that he couldn't drive. According to Reborn, Tsuna was a surprisingly good driver, if not for a little nervous mistakes here and there. But it was when there were others in the car, especially when they were drunk, did Tsuna worry. What if he made a mistake? What if he got into a car crash? What if? What if...?

"Damn it, Turf-head! Get off my arm!" Gokudera snapped. Tsuna heard loud smacks. He blinked. Did he dare to look behind him?

"Ow! You're hitting me, Gokudera!" Yamamoto complained.

"I feel sick... to the EXTREME!" Ryohei exclaimed, causing Tsuna to flinch.

Tsuna cried inwardly. Why do I have such a crazy Family?!

Chrome stifled a yawn. She rubbed her eye before glancing over at the clock by her bed. 2:45 AM. She frowned. Why do I have a bad feeling...?

She stepped out onto the cold floor with a blanket wrapped around her. Tiptoeing softly, she made her way out of her room. She peered down the hall, making certain that all was fine. Chikusa's room was closed, but light could be seen from under the door. Chrome smiled softly. He was probably reading a book again. Ken's room was dark but the door was open wide, allowing Chrome to hear the loud snores of the dog-like man. Giggling softly, Chrome's eyes traveled down to the last room on that floor. Mukuro's room. The lights were off and the door was closed, just as Chrome had left it. But Chrome couldn't ignore a nagging feeling that something was wrong.

She frowned. What...?

Click. Creek. Close.

Chrome blinked twice. She then forsook her blanket and ran to the nearest window. There weren't many times that the shy girl cursed, but this was one of those rare occasions.

Just as she had feared, Mukuro had escaped.

Tsuna was still crying inwardly at 2:55 AM. In the back seat, Gokudera had begun to sing an Italian love song ("I'll encourage Juudaime with my singing!"), Yamamoto was making strange groaning noises ("Tsuna, I really don't feel good..."), and Ryohei was.... speaking of the white-haired boxer, where was-?

"Sawada! You're not going EXTREME enough!" with those loud words, Ryohei suddenly grabbed the steering wheel from behind Tsuna.

Tsuna screamed ("This is TOO extreme!"). His foot reached for the break petal, but Tsuna wasn't known as "No-Good-Tsuna" for no reason. He hit the accelerator instead. Loud screams and a groan followed as Ryohei made a sharp turn and the car accelerated through a turn.

"Damn Turf-head! Give the wheel back to Juudaime!" Gokudera exclaimed. And suddenly, Ryohei's arms disappeared ("You want to box to the EXTREME, Octopus-head?!").

The tenth boss of the Vongola Family let out a sigh in relief. He was saved... or so he thought until Yamamoto's green face greeted him in the rear view mirror.

"Yo," Yamamoto greeted, or perhaps moaned was a better word. "I need... to barf..."

Young Sawada Tsunayoshi let out a loud gasp. Without really thinking, he turned around to see his friend. "Ah! I'm sorry, Yama-"

The car swerved to the side. Letting out a loud, "HIIIIEE!" Tsuna quickly turned back to the road. "I'm almost at your house! Hang on!"

That's when Tsuna noticed the orbs. Two bright colored orbs were floating in the middle of the road. One was colored red and the other one was blue. Tsuna frowned. Why were there orbs there? A better question was why were the orbs accelerating towards him...? Tsuna tilted his head, confused. Now that he focused on the orbs, he could faintly see the outlines of a person...

"Don't tell me that's-"

Crash!

Mukuro stood in the middle of a rather abandoned road. It was the least likely place that Chrome would come looking. And as much as he loved his dearest cousin, he sometimes wished she had more personality than a random girl for fanservice. Of course, this also meant that there weren't many cars that came by here. Mukuro sighed to himself.

He stood there for about fifteen minutes when he heard a sound of a car engine. He smirked. "Kufufufu... my thesis will be proven right!"

The boy with two different colored eyes puffed out his chest and waited. He saw the headlights first. Mukuro inwardly cursed the headlights for blinding him. But he forced his eyes to stay open. He would not let such a weakness prevent him from completing his thesis! And now that he focused on the driver, instead of the headlights, he could make out the brown eyes of the driver.

Mukuro grinned. "Alright, now slow down...."

The car did no such thing.

Around this time, Mukuro wondered slightly if the driver was drunk. But the eyes looked clear, and surely no one would be stupid enough to drink and drive! Then quite likely, the person was blind. But that also made no sense at all. Mukuro frowned and tapped his chin. Why wasn't the car slowing down? Then it hit him. Quite literally, too, might I add.

Crash!

The body hit the front bumper and rolled up the windshield. Then the car screeched to a halt as the body went flying off to another direction. Before the body could land, one much panicked Vongola Decimo jumped out of the car. He was just in time to see his victim land a good fifteen feet away.

"Ahhhhh!!!! I'm so sorry!!!! Please don't be dead!!" Tsuna whined as he ran towards the body.

Meanwhile, the other passengers of Tsuna's car tumbled out of the car and fell onto the ground ("It's his fault for getting in Juudaime's way..." "That was fun to the EXTREME!" "..." "Baseball freak! Don't barf on me!!! Barf on Turf-head!" "DON'T YOU DARE TO THE EXTREME!"). They could only watch as the heir to the Vongola Throne approached the body.

"Are you-" Tsuna began, mentally praying that Reborn never found out about this, else he would never hear the end of it!

The body's hand shot up and clutched at Tsuna's left arm ("HIIIIIEEE!!!"). Then two different colored eyes looked up and met Tsuna's brown eyes. "You..." the person whispered.

Tsuna gulped. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean-"

"... are an outlier."

There was a slight pause. "Eh?!" Shouldn't he be more worried that he got ran over?!

"I..." The person pulled himself up, using Tsuna's arm as a support. Then he brought his mouth close to the younger boy's ears. "I will claim your body."

Tsuna's loud wail drowned out the rest of Mukuro's sentence ("For my thesis."). But thinking back on the past, Mukuro couldn't help but to think that his misstated sentence perhaps was the best result of his thesis.

-fin-