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[He doesn't protest at the contact, though he is trying his very hardest to not just wrench himself away from the bloody illusionist and beat the other unconscious with his own stupid pineappley hair. Hibari was sure he could find a way to do so - he was very versatile with weapons, after all. (He'd once beaten that toothy lackey of Rokudo's unconscious with a safety brochure on the plane, so who's to say he couldn't work with hair? Needless to say, everyone kept far far away from him after that incident. Wasn't his fault, really - they were crowding, he was napping, they woke him up. Cause and effect. You'd think that they'd have learned by now.)

Hibari also doesn't rise to the bait left by Rokudo - he stays quiet as the other inspects the wounds with a critical eye. It's not worth caring about, he's definitely had worse, but the pineapple bastard seems to be fascinated with the slow trickle of blood down his palms.]

[His nose almost touches Hibari's palm as he inhales the scent. Blood is blood, no matter who it comes from, yet he wonders if this one's blood is as bitter as his Kyouya's was. The smell unhinges something within him, and with a complete disregard for the consequences his tongue flicks out along the other's skin, lapping at the trickle. If Hibari looks into his eyes right now, he would see there's a strange fervour to them.]

[At the first flicker of warmth on his skin, he jerks back, teeth bared and ready to snap at the filthy pineapple bastard - didn't he know how unhygienic that was? - but of course Rokudo doesn't let go as absorbed as he is with lapping up the crimson liquid. So Hibari does what he does best in situations like this - resort to violence.

Oh dear, Mukuro. That knee to your chin must've hurt.]

[His teeth click together sharply and he stumbles back, clutching his jaw. A flicker of some bestial hunger flashes in his eyes then is gone, leaving him a little surprised.]

...I almost bit off my tongue, [he says accusingly]

[It seems his madness had surfaced at the mere sight and scent of blood. That wasn't good, he thinks worriedly.]

You deserved it.

[His reply is so very uncaring - he reaches into a pocket and produces a handkerchief, which he uses to clean up the blood trails still sluggishly creeping downwards, though some of it had been licked away by Rokudo. The now-bloody cloth is tied around one of his hands as a makeshift bandage, the knot pulled tight with the remaining hand and his teeth.]

So? Why is my blood so fascinating.

I have moments of instability that make me indulge in macabre practices.

[I.e. He gets urges to kill things, preferably people, and it has to be done bloodily. He attributes it to spending so much time in Hell; the demons must have rubbed off on him.]

[Oh, there's a small scoff here.]

Only moments? [In his opinion, Rokudo was batshit crazy, but clever enough to hide it behind a playful and mocking nature.]

[A thin smile. His tongue flicks over his lips while something in his eyes darkens them.]

To me, they pass like moments. It may be hours in reality but time is relative...si?

[The next second he blinks and he appears somewhat more lucid.]

[He shakes his head, now testing out his hands - he can still curl them into fists, which is nice, nevermind the cracking of the scabs just starting to form over those cuts. Yup, Rokudo is insane.]

To a hopeless herbivore like you, perhaps.

[He, however, thrived on punctuality. That is, whenever he felt like it.]

Don't you ever feel like time flies when you are absorbed in your work?

[Ironic that someone who loves his freedom is slave to a thing called 'time'.]

[He's not so much a slave to it. It's more of a working relationship. He bends time to suit his own whims as he sees fit.]

No. Time moves as it is meant to.

[With perhaps the sole exception being when he's sent on killing sprees. Oh, but those are so much fun.]

[...He calls BS.]

Kufufu... As sensible as ever.

[He shakes his head amusedly.]

Will you tell me about your father now that we have my relationship out of the way?

[It is not BS. He's a Hero of Time, is all.]

Depends on what you want to know about him, [He replies easily, shoulders lifting in a small shrug.]

[He thought your name was Hibari, not Link. 8|]

Anything and everything~

[No evading the question, Hibari!]

[Why so interested in his personal life? Hibari drops the nonchalant act when that comes, openly scowling at the taller man. The words start spilling out as soon as he opens his mouth to snap at Rokudo, despite his vain attempts to censor them.]

Uncaring piece of filth that was never there. The only time he bothered with me was to throw me into the death maze that he’d built underneath his estate, to show his men what was to be expected of them. Fear was a weakness. Herbivores that knew the taste of fear and defeat were to be crushed underfoot.

[He has a feeling that he could have stopped after that, but he’s caught up in the flow of anger. Maybe he doesn’t want to stop. Maybe he needs to let it all out.]

Every year from five years of age, on my birthday, without fail – I’d be tossed into that pit and expected to survive, make my way out of there. [There’s a bitter, humourless laugh here.] Imagine that. An unarmed five year old against a maze designed to cripple and kill adults far more wise than he was. And every year, it was upgraded, as I grew. The scum that the bastard controlled never survived it – as if they could in the first place. I was the only one.

[How long it had taken for him to stop fearing that deadly maze, he’d forgotten. Then his father had had the bright idea of experimenting on his son, and, well. He’d survived that, too. Chemical warfare, physical harm, psychological trauma – you name it, he’d experienced it.]

I bit him to death for that.

[He hadn’t even bothered with his tonfa. No – he’d hunted down the bastard and beat him to death with his fists, ignoring every single little bit of resistance from the older man, even ignoring his father’s hawk box weapon, which had torn at his back and left long jagged scars down the flesh.]

Hmm... You always have such unfortunate pasts. I hope his death was excruciating~

[Feel free to ask him another question while he thinks.]

[What business is it of Rokudo's, anyway?]

What happens after the future changes?

[Because he's fairly sure that this Rokudo is from the future that the younger generation changed...]

[Hibaris always intrigue him. He likes to know how their pasts have shaped them.]

Byakuran and his Funeral Wreaths are allies. The Shimon grow in power alongside the Vongola, and the Mafia world is...quite peaceful.

Did you ever get revenge for what I did?

You've done many things. A little specificity would help.

[Hm, he thinks he'll go and sit down over here. No use in wasting his energy standing up.]

[Then he's going to sit on the floor. -3-]

For when I broke the bones in your body and stomped on your pride.

[Thank you for your consideration. Now he doesn't have to tilt his head up to stare at you.

But at that, a mysterious little smile spreads over his lips. A small secret one, as if he knows something that Mukuro doesn't.]

Yes. [Several times over, but it wasn't satisfying, knowing that it was nothing more than an illusionary Rokudo that was getting the brunt of his retaliation. Hm, perhaps that could change after he'd returned to his world.]

[He eyes Hibari suspiciously, knowing that when the skylark began to smirk like that...]

Should I be glad that I'm having sex with you instead of being pounded to death by you?

[A rhetorical question, but Hibari will have to answer it anyway, won't he~]

[Then again, that question could be taken to mean something completely different. Well, at least the second part.] That depends entirely on you.

[His turn? Okay then.] What does that earring do?

[Snerk. Well~]

Do you want to see? Kufufufu...

[His finger touches the earring, with its silver spikes. Pretty, isn't it?]

[He rolls his eyes, not impressed... yet.]

I would not have asked about it if I did not want to see.

[So yes. Show him.]

I think I'm all out of teal deer for the day, sad to say

Think we've pretty much covered everything 8|a

yes good =w=

oww ;_;

That's what you get for cheating on Hibari, you bastard. >)

B-b-but... ;3; /sob

No but(t)s.

But he likes butts. '3' Especially Hibari's.

He likes big butts and he cannot lie.

When Hibari walks in with an itty-bitty waist--

--Mukuro gets a nosebleed. :|

=////=

Perverted pineapple.

But dat ass-- >3<

--Is off limits. This one, anyway.

... ;3; /paws at

Hibari disapproves of your pawing. )<

What about grabbing? >3>

Groping of any kind will cause you to be disciplined.

What if he likes being disciplined?

Then he will kill you. :|

...Ouch. That's some...discipline.

You asked for it. :|

This is what they call karma. T_T

And Mukuro's got a ton of bad karma. :|