Spider Lily

I. Rumour

There was a rumour in Namimori.

One that was whispered beneath strained breaths with shaking hands and frightened eyes. It spoke of an animal – a rather normal one, black in colour with jewel-eyes and gleaming fur – an animal that should had been, by all rights, normal.

But it wasn't.

It was said that the animal, in fact, was the physical form of an uneasy spirit left to wander among the living for the injustices done to it in life. But that wasn't all, because some claim that the animal had taken human form – the form of an infamous perfect to be exact.

There was a rumour in Namimori.

And that's all it was, just a rumour….

II. Moments

A softly said, "Well done," was returned with a bright smile before the door slid shut. Leaning his head against the nearby window, Hibari Kyouya wondered if he was slipping. It had been so long since he had found a human's presence pleasant, and Kusakabe was quickly becoming more than a simple human to entertain him.

And maybe, that's what Hibari had been searching for all these years – ever since they had damned him to this cursed-life, this half-life…

Sharp grey eyes peeked under black bangs, one eye bleeding from cool grey to emerald-green, a constant reminder of his first life. But in the end, no matter how many moments passed between him and Kusakabe that left Hibari feeling almost human again, he would never be human.

There wasn't anything human left in him – no matter what Kusakabe said.

III. Same

Glaring down at the herbivore named Sawada Tsunayoshi; Hibari disinterestingly took note of the new herbivores crowding the smaller one. The unnaturally friendly one known as Yamamoto Takeshi and the annoyingly loud one, Gokudera Hayato were now protectively surrounding the small herbivore.

Hibari could feel his bloodlust rising as he kept his eyes on the group. And for a moment, the perfect could have sworn on his damned soul that the baseball-herbivore had changed, his decisively male face melting into a thinner one with brown, bushy hair and rather large front teeth. The baseball bat switched for an absurdly thick tome while the delinquent-herbivore's silver hair brightened into fiery-red, freckles appearing unevenly on slightly dirty cheeks.

Black coat trailing behind him, Hibari turned and went back to his office where the paperwork he had abandoned was waiting for him. He should finish it and now seemed like as good a time as any – the herbivores were lucky just this once.

He wasn't running away – he wasn't.

IV. Carnivore

Contrary to what every Namimori resident believed, Hibari hadn't started calling everyone herbivore just because he felt like it.

The perfect was just stating the bitter truth: he was the predator and they were his prey.

It was the simple truth.

But it hadn't always been this way, and sometimes, during those sleepless nights…Hibari wondered how it felt like to be a herbivore. He had been one, once, before he had needed to hunt shrouded by the night's darkness and silence.

Those days were longed gone and with blood dripping from thin lips, the perfect had to accept that fact.

Meat never tasted as horribly as when he did.

I humbly beg for forgiveness from all my readers! I haven't been updating and when I do, it's not to update any of my old stories but to start another one! Not to mention that I deleted some of my old fics…

Hahah? But really, I'm sorry for my actions, but my life hasn't been the best these past few months and when I did have time off I spent it reading fics, not writing. And to those that had been looking forward to an update on my Naruto fics, it's just that the way Naruto ended has really been a let-down and I'm not feeling the vibes or inspiration for it, so I'm sorry.

Anyways, what's your opinion on this? Any thoughts on what our dear perfect is? Please leave your reviews!

Until next time,

Uchiha Yukime

P.S. – I will definitely update either tomorrow or Monday, the next part is in the works and half-way done!