My first KHR fic!! MukuHiba is my all time favorite BL pairing! It's what pulled me into the land of fujoshi in the first place. I love their interactions and the way they show us how love and hate are really two sides of the same coin. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn does not belong to me. If it does then a certain pineapple will appear much more often (with cerain skylark XDD)

Prologue

A blow landed with astounding precision on the dark-haired teen. He gasped, but was unable to move, not only because he had the wind knocked out of him, but also because of the soft pastel petals gently caressing his pale, blood stained cheeks; as if compensating him for stealing away all his strength with ironic softness.

He tasted blood. That didn't bother him. The sharp metallic taste sharpened his mind, reminded him to keep fighting, and fueled the hatred for the blue haired illusionist before him even further.

He was in disbelieve. It was always he who stood atop the pile of bodies- not necessarily corpses but close enough- after a boring match consisting a bunch of herbivores who thought too highly of themselves and failed to see that Hibari Kyoya is capable of kill or severely injuring a person before they could even lay a finger on him. But the person before him had rendered him motionless, with so little strength left that even raising the tonfas proved to be a difficult task.

It's that herbivore trick, if only the sakura petals…

But it was almost impossible for the dark haired prefect to ignore the fact that, even if they fought fairly, they might be evenly matched.

Almost impossible. Had there be no sakura, he would have destroyed the pineapple head.

Mukuro Rokudo watched him, head cocked to one side, with a very bemused smile.

"Hibari Kyoya…" He whispered the name with velvet softness, savoring the syllables on his tongue.

Hibari glared.

There was no sign of defeat in those eyes, Mukuro was quick to observe. He was sure that he had broken a few of Hibari's ribs in the fight, and that he must be suffering injuries and pain that would have made a grown man, even a well trained fighter, scream and beg to be spared. But the pale, beautiful face—with skin so delicate to perfection that Mukuro had scolded himself rather harshly for leaving a few cuts on the porcelain cheeks— remained ever so proud, ever so cold.

The teen before him did not fight like others do. He was not fighting for someone's orders, was not fighting for a title or even for revenge. He was fighting simply for fighting, a natural predatory instinct to eliminate all that disturbed his world. He seemed to enjoy battle for what it was, adrenaline flowing, limits challenged, pain blended into triumph.

And that's what made him so very interesting.

He checked the time. The tenth Vongola boss should arrive soon. He had absolute confidence that his plan to possess the kid will succeed, but it was highly likely that the fallen skylark before him will be rescued. In fact he rather hoped the raven haired teen would make a full recovery, it'd be such a pity if he is to never fight again.

Defeat must have wounded his pride, Mukuro decided, smiling into the still fierce glare unflinchingly. But no one can win forever, and someday he's bound to taste it again, so by then this battle would be just another passing fight.

And so Mukuro's smile widened, almost feeling guilty—but what does he know of guilt?— about damaging the proud skylark's pride further, he leaned down and presse a kiss onto the blood stained lips

And from the shocked and outraged widening of the other's eyes, Mukuro knew for certain that he had sealed his place as the one person that Kyoya Hibari would always strive to hunt down and kill.

A/N: Gah… so short… but then again it's just the prologue. My first time writing a yaoi pair! Hope it's okay. Leave a review to tell me how it was?