bakerstreet | ✘Veritaserum (Truth) Meme

[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.]

[He channels his flame through it and the thing shines with a vaguely indigo light. In his hand, a weapon appears - a khakkhara - with six pointed spikes rather than six rings.]

It produces this.

[Hm, curious. Hibari stands in one fluid movement, prowling around Rokudo, but paying attention to the khakkhara, mostly. Six, six... The six realms? Probably. When he's done stalking around, he steps back, folding his arms in front of his chest and ignoring the way the scabs threaten to crack again.]

I assume that's not all.

[He smiles.

...And the world around them plunges into darkness.]

[Ah, he thought not.
Hibari stands perfectly still in the darkness, not even worried - it's an illusion, obviously, but a very strong one. Stronger than what Rokudo used to make with the Vongola ring, in any case. Hm, so that probably means that the earring is an upgrade of the Vongola ring, somehow...]

Impressive, [He drawls, now turning in a slow circle to see what's around him, even if it's of no use. Fascinating, this.]

[He's standing now - or floating, rather - with the khakkhara's spikes doing the same around the staff. When he speaks, his voice echoes slightly, as if they're standing in some giant cavern.]

I find it amusing how this thing simply does what I can already do without any assistance. As if I need this to create illusions of reality.

[Now he looks up at the other, but focuses his attention on a spot just left of Rokudo's ear. The illusionist might be able to feel his Cloud flames cautiously prodding at the illusion surrounding him...]

An upgrade of the Vongola rings?

[The illusion resists the probing, so complete that it would take a lot of force to break it down if you couldn't see through it. But then, Hibari has never been lacking in brute force, has he? Still, it will be difficult.]

Yes. Vongola Gear, they're called.

[Okay, enough of this blackness. He changes the illusion so that they're sitting outside at a table on the crest of a gently-sloping hill covered in fresh, green grass. He reclines in his chair, drinking green tea from a Japanese cup.]

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. :|

So much bad karma. :(

His fault again, really.

He can't help being bad. :(

Bad boys get punished. -3-

...Kinky~ =3=

But you know you love it. :|

Ooh, Mr Hibari, ooh |D