Chapter 1: Kyoyas Revenge

Down at Kokuyo, Rokudo Mukuro sat in one of the few sofas that remained intact, if you could even call it that. One of his legs was crossed over the other, his elbow resting on the arm rest, his head resting in the same hand. He had a small smile on his face, his eyes closed in bliss.

"Mukuro-san, why are you so... happy?" Ken asked, confusion plastered on his face.

"Oya? Is it wrong for me to be happy?" Mukuro retorted.

At this, Ken went into a state of panic, stuttering how it wasn't and that he was wrong and other such mutterings. Mukuro wasn't really listening. He had better things to think about. Like a certain guardian coming to visit him. He had every reason in the world to be happy.

Hibari Kyoya stepped into Kokuyos' gate. The gentle breeze made his hair and disciplinary jacket flow in the same direction. He looked up at the shambled building. Last time he was here, he had taken a humiliating defeat by Rokudo Mukuro. He wasn't about to let that slide. He had fully healed, and no-one could stop him getting his well deserved revenge.

He knew exactly where he was going. He stormed straight to the emergency ladder and climbed up, missing a few steps just to get up quicker.

Mukuro opened his multi-coloured eyes.

"Kufufu," He laughed, "It seems we have company."

Ken and Chikusa looked at each other, not full understanding what their saviour was going on about. At this moment, Kyoya walked into the room from around the corner, the torn curtain giving the room a more dramatic effect.

"Oya? Hibari Kyoya?" Mukuro acted as if he didn't know anything, "What brings you back to my little haven?" He knew that the only reason Hibari would even set foot in Kokuyo is to get revenge. This saddened Mukuro slightly, but he kept his dominating aura alive.

"I'm going to bite you to death." Was Hibaris cold-hearted response.

"Kufufu, didn't you say that last time, Kyoya?"

Hibari was getting seriously pissed. He took out his signature weapon; a pair of tonfa. At this movement, Ken and Chikusa got defensive. Ken took form of his lion channel, and Chikusa pulled out his two yo-yos.

"Maa maa, Ken, Chikusa, calm down." He said, smiling to his subordinates. He slowly stood up from his seat, materialising his trident as he did so, "Shall we get this over with then? I can imagine you're very agitated at the moment." He said, a look of sympathy upon his face, but the usual smile there also.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." The cloud guardian smirked, crouching down slightly for a second before rushing off in Mukuros direction. Mukuro easily dodged the first swing of the tonfa, and the second, and the third. No matter what Hibari did, the 15-year-old Mafia criminal evaded it with ease. This just managed to piss Hibari off more.

"Let's end this silly game, ne?" Mukuro smiled, grabbing one tonfa and twisting it behind Hibaris back before grabbing the same wrist and holding it in place. This action caused Hibari to drop the single tonfa. He quickly tried to spin round in an effort to smack his capturer over the head. He tried... and found that he couldn't. He looked over to his free hand and noticed it was anything but free.

Mukuro, anticipating Hibari to try and escape, used an illusion so he didn't move, "Pretty, aren't they?" he asked, looking over to the various vines that were holding him in place.

"Let go of me, herbivore." Hibari said, calmly, anger evident in his voice still.

Mukuro smiled and look behind him, noticing the sofa he was on just moments ago. He turned back around, placing his face dangerously close to Hibaris ear, "Don't want to~" He teased. He then made them take a couple steps back. Mukuro sat on the sofa, dragging Hibari onto his lap.

"What do you think you're doing, Rokudo Mukuro?" Hibari shouted, struggling to get up, but found it useless. Mukuro just chuckled, wrapping his arms around Hibaris waist.

"My, how cute you are when you're angry." Mukuro leaned back, also making Hibari lean back with him. Mukuro took the chance and bit down on Hibaris neck, giving an audible moan from the older one.

"It seems I'm going to be doing the biting today." He smirked.