Carnivoro

Other warnings: May contain some twisted forms of spoilers. A little cliché, IMO, for a 6918 fic. Slight OOC for the sake of failed humor. Oh. And not beta'd.

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Cold, indifferent eyes examined the bloody corpse sprawled on the carpet floor, watching dark blood spread outward like spilt wine with twisted fascination. With a satisfied snort, the man then proceeded to search the room with gloved hands. After tearing the room apart, he finally found his target object safely tucked away behind the ventilator.

Pulling the metallic briefcase down, the raven reached for his pocket with his other hand, fishing out a slim mobile phone. “I found the stolen data,” he reported as he exited the hotel room, stepping over a few dead bodies. He then ended the brief call to make a new one. “Is the car ready? …Good. I’m done over here. Tell our men to retreat.” Running a hand through his spiked, messy black hair, the man waited for the elevator to arrive with narrowed eyes.

He was sick of hunting down weak herbivores. When would he get a more meaningful challenge?

If this boring charade kept up, he would leave the Vongola family. He was never really a part of it, anyway—he only did them favors that would be of benefit to himself. Lately, he had not raked in any benefits, and it was annoying.

Stepping out of the elevator, the dark-haired man strode out the hotel's double doors, took a few turns and saw his transport. Getting in, he handed the briefcase over to one of his subordinates. “Crack the lock. I want a copy of the information inside, and quick.”

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He placed the briefcase on the desk, locking eyes with the head of the Vongola family—Sawada Tsunayoshi. “As requested,” he said with a gruff voice, gesturing at the metal briefcase.

In the end, he didn’t learn anything new from the data stored inside.

Tsuna smiled gently, letting his fingers intertwine as he placed his elbows on his large office desk. “Thanks, Hibari-senpai. You were a great help—if that information had been leaked…”

“Sawada Tsunayoshi. Next time you have some meaningless errand to run, don’t call me to waste my time,” Hibari growled, his upturned eyes flashing with dangerous anger. “Nothing I’ve done lately has any challenge. For some insignificant job like the one I just completed, get Hayato Gokudera or some other less competent man you have to do it.”

Still retaining that irksome smile, Tsuna chuckled sheepishly as he scratched his blond hair. “Sorry, Hibari-senpai…It’s just…that job needed a lot of discretion and only you could pull it off…”

“I don’t want excuses,” Hibari snapped. “Any more of those and I’ll bite you to death. Instead of giving me some meaningless apologies, show me your sincerity.”

Tsuna made a humming noise, rubbing his lifted chin before thumbing through a racket of folders. “Aha!” he exclaimed, pleased with his founding. “I have the perfect job for you, Hibari-senpai. I promise there will be more challenge than any other missions I’ve asked for you to help us on.”

Raising a brow, Hibari held out his hand to receive the folder. When he flipped it open to examine the contents, he held his breath. That blue hair…that tasteless hairstyle…was it not the creepy bastard he had sex with just a few days ago?

“What did this man do?” he asked casually.

“Rokudou Mukuro is one of Millefore’s best men,” Tsuna explained. “He had been in Brazil managing the South American drug plantations for the past two years or so, but he recently appeared in Italy again. You probably aren’t aware of much mafia news, but let’s just say Mukuro once worked with us but betrayed us to Millefore.”

Hibari flipped threw a few pages in the folder, scanning over the keywords that interested him. Key person in the Millefiore family, eh? The Millefiore were notorious for their research on human potential and the secrets to unlocking the dormant powers—maybe this blue pineapple knew a thing or two that Hibari didn’t know.

The mission itself could wait until the herbivore named Mukuro had exhausted his purpose.

Snorting softly, Hibari snapped the folder shut and smirked. “Sounds interesting,” he remarked. “When’s the deadline?”

Tsuna gulped and looked around. “Uh…he’s a difficult man to track, and even harder to defeat…so, I don’t expect you to be able to kill him right away.” He laced his fingers together again. “I believe he still has connections within the Vongola, which is unfortunate and inevitable…so, the sooner, the better. It’s better if he doesn’t exploit Vongola any further…” His lips drew thin and his eyes became more serious as he continued with a deeper tone: “I’ve lost a lot of men because of Mukuro. I don’t want to lose anymore men.”

“…No specific deadline, I just need to get the job done, the sooner the better,” Hibari paraphrased insipidly—it was the man’s own mistake to have let a treacherous herbivore be admitted to the family anyway, he didn’t want to hear some sappy whining.

“Right,” Tsuna confirmed, his usual gentle smile creeping back to light up his face. “Good luck, Hibari-senpai, and please: Be careful.” It was the line that he had always said before asking any favors.

Hibari snorted softly again. He only worked for a mutual interest, and it just happened that the Vongola had much of what he was interested in. A fight with that man in the hat, the Vongola boss himself, or the scarred swordsman, for example. He had been promised those and never got them. No matter, the Vongola’s enemies often had what he wanted. He got paid well in return for the favors, so it was satisfactory.

When Tsuna watched Hibari exit his office, a deep voice resounded: “That wasn’t a very wise decision, Tsuna.”

Tsuna sighed and leaned back against his chair. “What was I supposed to do anyway? Hibari-senpai’s an extremely valuable ally—you even went so far as recruiting him yourself, Reborn. We can’t afford to lose him, not now.”

A man with in a flawlessly ironed suit stepped out from the shadows, eying Tsuna with icy rebuke. “Rokudou Mukuro isn’t exactly the easiest man to deal with, especially not for someone like Hibari Kyouya.”

“I have confidence in my friends, Reborn,” Tsuna stated firmly. “Besides, Hibari-senpai is the strongest man we’ve got. He can handle Mukuro.”

Reborn sighed, lowering his hat. “…That’s not what I’m concerned about but…I hope your intuition is right.”

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How to get that blue pineapple to spill the secrets? That was the question now. Hibari stared at his cocktail, watching how the sparkly bubbles floated to the surface.

“I knew you’d come again,” a familiar voice said, accompanied by an annoyingly unique chuckle.

“Hmph. I only came because you happen to have something I want,” Hibari replied without looking up.

Mukuro leaned against the table, his leather-gloved hand reaching over Hibari’s shoulder. “Oh? And what may that be? Millefiore research data?”

Closing his eyes, Hibari lifted his glass and took a sip. “Good. You know already.” He twirled the glass and watched the ice-cubes twinkle before setting it down. “Saves a lot of time. I spare your life, you give me everything Millefiore has—quite generous, don’t you think?”

Cue stupid chuckle. “You’re an interesting man, Hibari-kun. How will you know if I’m giving you the real thing or not?”

Hibari removed Mukuro’s hand and turned around to give the man a pointed look. “I have my methods, pineapple.”

Raising a brow, Mukuro smiled. “Even so, you think you can kill me?”

“I can.” Hibari narrowed his eyes.

“Wanna duke it out to see if you can, then?” Mukuro’s odd-colored eyes sparkled darkly. “I’m pretty strong, you know.”

Hibari smirked. “Don’t cry for mercy when I bite you to death, herbivore.”


TBC