Tsuna wasn’t sure which she’d rather face—one of Reborn’s training sessions, or a run-in with Hibari Kyouya. On one hand, she’d suffer horrible pain and degradation. On the other hand, she’d suffer horrible pain and degradation. It was all just a matter of predicting what kind of bad luck she was going to have that day.
She ran into Hibari, of course. And when she ran into him she realized that she had too many buttons undone on her uniform, and that was Against the Rules of Namimori High School, so she started her countdown to punishment. "Sawada Tsunako," he said, looking her up and down. Her skirt was also hiked up a little bit--not enough for the naked eye to discern, but Hibari was not human--and besides, the damn skirts were so short that it shouldn't have made a diference.
Oh, but it did. "Your uniform," Hibari continued, and she waited for the tonfa to the head. It didn't come. Instead, she found herself walking.
His grip on her shoulder was almost bruising. He opened the door to the disciplinary committee's headquarters (the room had been the teacher's room until Hibari had moved up and taken it over) and pushed her in. Before she could ask any questions, he let her go pulled up a chair. She contemplated pulling out her gloves--her Sky ring was on a chain around her neck--and trying to fight him, but she knew what he was, and Reborn, in his diplomacy training, had taught her to pick her battles wisely.
(Half of her had thought that it was all a bad dream and once she made it to high school, the whole Mafia thing would be over. The other half would not know what to do if it were all over.)
He sat down. His face said, You can run now, like an herbivore, or you can take what's coming to you. If she ran, he would catch her. He needed to talk less and less as he got older, she noticed, or maybe it was because he was her guardian and she knew his mind.
But Tsuna did not know what she was in for. "Bend over," he said, and the skirts were so short that he could see her underwear, and all she could think of was how humiliating it was and was he going to make her just stand there? when the tonfa smacked into her ass and she saw stars and bright lights from the pain. And the tonfa never warmed up, so while she was on fire and burning more every time it touched her it was still cold metal and somehow that made it hurt even more.
She was almost crying by the end--almost. When he stopped, he got up left the room without a word, and she buttoned up her uniform and pulled her skirt down to where it was supposed to be.
She walked strangely for days afterwards. Ryohei speculated that she had done something with a man to make her that way, which sent Gokudera into flurries of Tenth is waiting for marriage, isn't she; shit, Lawnhead, you're so fucking stupid, while Yamamoto looked on, smiling, and she somehow knew--not somehow, it was her hyper intuition--that he knew more than he was pretending to know.