Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, and this character is not mine. Sadly.
There was nothing like a hunt. The feel of the wind in your hair, the adrenaline pumping in your veins. That tense moment you freeze, acutely aware of every step your potential victim takes. The catch in their breath rings loud and clear in your ears, the quiet crunch of vertebrae as they whip their head around so quick to check behind them that they inadvertently crack their neck. The wind in your ears as you lunge forwards, pinpointing exactly where the victim is. The feel of the knife in your hand, cool metal pressing against giving skin. The slip as the deadly blade cuts in. And then the feel of hot blood trickling down and coating your fingers where they are pressed against the still-warm skin of the recently deceased. The muscles in your face stretching into a wide, maniac grin as you turn your face upwards to a night sky you've never seen. And then the thump as the body is dropped, and you're gone before the body even cools.
Nobody sees it – not even you.
It is the perfect crime.
But that's to be expected.
You are a Prince, after all.
A/N: Okay, I know this is the vaguest chapter you've probably ever seen but it's a little prologue, if you will. Next chapter will be up very very soon, hopefully, but until then let's see if anyone can guess where I'm going with this.