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In all the years that Mukuro had been an immortal, he had seen any number of things. He had seen empires rise, and empires fall, he had seen cooking sensations be created, eaten, and then tossed aside for the next best thing. Mukuro had listened to musical scores that sounded like the lapping of water on a beach, and music that sounded like someone plugged an amplifier into the wrong socket. Mukuro had watched people gorge themselves on food, drugs, blood, alcohol, sex, violence, and self-hate. He had traveled the world many times over. Still, Mukuro had found few creatures in the world that fascinated him as much as this generation's batch of hunters. Such curious creatures, the Vongola of this time, such hypocrites.
"Oya, oya." Mukuro dusted the front of his coat off, a bloody glob dropped to the pavement to be squished under Mukuro's shoe. "What a messy eater, Hibari Kyouya."
Hibari looked up from his prey, his mouth lined with blood and bits of flesh. "You." Hibari's voice was rough, coarse, hungry. "You did this." Hibari's eyes, generally bright with fury, glowed unnaturally. "You."
"As much as I would like to take the credit, Skylark." Mukuro walked around Hibari and the corpse Hibari was eating. "I can't. You know, he's going to get cold, and the blood won't be nearly as satisfying then, will it?"
Hibari Kyouya vibrated between hunger and fury, but fury won out and the body dropped to the ground. "I will bite you to death." Hibari intoned, licking his lips. The blood smeared.
"In the mood you're in..." Mukuro danced backwards from Hibari's first attack. "I suppose you could. That's the problem with vampiric coming of ages... they're just so violent when you're not part of a clan."
Hibari didn't pay attention to Mukuro's words, irritated at the way the man kept talking. Bricks shattered into dust from the force of Hibari's hits, but Mukuro just kept. on. going.
Trash cans clanged loudly, tumbling onto their sides and disgorging their contents, rats and roaches skittered out of the way. At the end of the alley Mukuro leaped up onto a fire escape, smiling down at the furious Hibari.
"Come, come, are you going to let a little thing like height get in your way?" Mukuro even went so far as to kick the end of the fire escape down... though Hibari ignored it, leaping on top of the dumpster and launching himself at Mukuro. The fire escape clanged against the side of the building, rattling like a car crash.
"Bite you..." Hibari was sweating, his pupils blown and his gaze twitching. Mukuro kept walking backwards though, this time across the roof of the building.
"You can try, Hibari-kun." Mukuro spread his arms, standing at the edge. "I'm waiting."
Hibari charged heedlessly, the attack of an angry rhinoceros. Mukuro was sure that Hibari shouldn't be surprised that he stepped out of the way, though Mukuro was surprised when Hibari saved himself from the fall, clutching at the edge. A desperate man, a drowning man... and then Hibari let go, dropping downwards, and landing crouched on his feet.
"Oya..." Mukuro leaned over the edge, staring into Hibari's glowing eyes. "Noothing broken?"
Hibari glared up, but a sound drew his attention, and the warm beating of fresh prey distracted his fever addled mind. Mukuro smiled, watching Hibari catch a hooker and rip her throat out. Skylark was much more interesting like this. Mukuro sat on the edge of the roof now, doing nothing to distract Hibari from his meal. It would be rude, after all, the hooker's blood was laced with what smelled like amphetamines, and she was ripe with hormones and disgust. It was probably one of the best meals Hibari had ever had.
Ah, Mukuro would need to take Hibari down to Kobe sometime, so Hibari could sample Kobe beef and compare it to the ripe perfection of human blood. Which made the better meal? Mukuro had always preferred real food to blood, but with vampires…
Hibari dropped the hooker, his chin and face splattered with even more blood, his nails dripping with it as well. His pupils, when he looked up at Mukuro, were totally blown, large pools of black with the faintest seam of red surrounding them. Mukuro licked his lips and hopped down from the roof, using magic learned over the ages to slow his fall so he landed with barely a sound. Hibari wavered, looking like he wished to charge Mukuro but like something was holding him back. Mukuro smirked, his eyes flicking from Hibari's blown pupils and bloody mouth to the bulge in Hibari's black pants. When Mukuro looked into Hibari's eyes again Hibari's own gaze was fixated on Mukuro's throat.
"Now, now, Skylark." Mukuro purred, walking over with a dangerous swing to his hips. "I don't let you bite me until the third date." Taking a tight grip of Hibari's hair Mukuro licked at the O negative dripping off Hibari's chin. "Mmm. But I will let you take me home."
Hibari shuddered under Mukuro's hold, like a good little clanless vampire. Ripe, hungry, and ready to be plucked. Mukuro smiled and licked a stripe down Hibari's blood splattered neck.
"Oya, oya." Mukuro dusted the front of his coat off, a bloody glob dropped to the pavement to be squished under Mukuro's shoe. "What a messy eater, Hibari Kyouya."
Hibari looked up from his prey, his mouth lined with blood and bits of flesh. "You." Hibari's voice was rough, coarse, hungry. "You did this." Hibari's eyes, generally bright with fury, glowed unnaturally. "You."
"As much as I would like to take the credit, Skylark." Mukuro walked around Hibari and the corpse Hibari was eating. "I can't. You know, he's going to get cold, and the blood won't be nearly as satisfying then, will it?"
Hibari Kyouya vibrated between hunger and fury, but fury won out and the body dropped to the ground. "I will bite you to death." Hibari intoned, licking his lips. The blood smeared.
"In the mood you're in..." Mukuro danced backwards from Hibari's first attack. "I suppose you could. That's the problem with vampiric coming of ages... they're just so violent when you're not part of a clan."
Hibari didn't pay attention to Mukuro's words, irritated at the way the man kept talking. Bricks shattered into dust from the force of Hibari's hits, but Mukuro just kept. on. going.
Trash cans clanged loudly, tumbling onto their sides and disgorging their contents, rats and roaches skittered out of the way. At the end of the alley Mukuro leaped up onto a fire escape, smiling down at the furious Hibari.
"Come, come, are you going to let a little thing like height get in your way?" Mukuro even went so far as to kick the end of the fire escape down... though Hibari ignored it, leaping on top of the dumpster and launching himself at Mukuro. The fire escape clanged against the side of the building, rattling like a car crash.
"Bite you..." Hibari was sweating, his pupils blown and his gaze twitching. Mukuro kept walking backwards though, this time across the roof of the building.
"You can try, Hibari-kun." Mukuro spread his arms, standing at the edge. "I'm waiting."
Hibari charged heedlessly, the attack of an angry rhinoceros. Mukuro was sure that Hibari shouldn't be surprised that he stepped out of the way, though Mukuro was surprised when Hibari saved himself from the fall, clutching at the edge. A desperate man, a drowning man... and then Hibari let go, dropping downwards, and landing crouched on his feet.
"Oya..." Mukuro leaned over the edge, staring into Hibari's glowing eyes. "Noothing broken?"
Hibari glared up, but a sound drew his attention, and the warm beating of fresh prey distracted his fever addled mind. Mukuro smiled, watching Hibari catch a hooker and rip her throat out. Skylark was much more interesting like this. Mukuro sat on the edge of the roof now, doing nothing to distract Hibari from his meal. It would be rude, after all, the hooker's blood was laced with what smelled like amphetamines, and she was ripe with hormones and disgust. It was probably one of the best meals Hibari had ever had.
Ah, Mukuro would need to take Hibari down to Kobe sometime, so Hibari could sample Kobe beef and compare it to the ripe perfection of human blood. Which made the better meal? Mukuro had always preferred real food to blood, but with vampires…
Hibari dropped the hooker, his chin and face splattered with even more blood, his nails dripping with it as well. His pupils, when he looked up at Mukuro, were totally blown, large pools of black with the faintest seam of red surrounding them. Mukuro licked his lips and hopped down from the roof, using magic learned over the ages to slow his fall so he landed with barely a sound. Hibari wavered, looking like he wished to charge Mukuro but like something was holding him back. Mukuro smirked, his eyes flicking from Hibari's blown pupils and bloody mouth to the bulge in Hibari's black pants. When Mukuro looked into Hibari's eyes again Hibari's own gaze was fixated on Mukuro's throat.
"Now, now, Skylark." Mukuro purred, walking over with a dangerous swing to his hips. "I don't let you bite me until the third date." Taking a tight grip of Hibari's hair Mukuro licked at the O negative dripping off Hibari's chin. "Mmm. But I will let you take me home."
Hibari shuddered under Mukuro's hold, like a good little clanless vampire. Ripe, hungry, and ready to be plucked. Mukuro smiled and licked a stripe down Hibari's blood splattered neck.