AN: Hey people! I know that I should be working on Ten Years Worth of Precious Memory now but this idea won't stop bugging me. It came up when I was watching Gintama. The need to write a KHR cover of Kuroshitsuji was too tempting. Oh, and I'm currently working on a oneshot now too.

Warning: Mature contents, yaoi, language, OOC-ness of the character for the sake of the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. And I apologize in advance if there is any similarities to another fanfic's plot.

Chapter 1; That man, Dangerous

The streets of Tokyo was always so busy, people of all ages walking down the spacy pathway, vehicles speeding down the road, all with a destination in mind. Neon lights lit the city positioned under the sky that was painted black, cold air blowing making the skimpily dressed women shivered.

The night was still young. Stressed out businessmen crashed into the nearest nightclub, demanding for many shots of alcohol that could wash away their sorrow. Bartenders listened to their drunken rambles politely when they wanted nothing more to get off their shifts. Women grouped at one end cheering up one of their friends who had just gotten out of an already rocky relationship.

All the while, in this Friday night in the very nightclub, a man adorning a fedora looked around the place looking for one unfortunate soul.

He was a picky individual, wanting only the best out of the best. He found many promising people but many didn't last long in his short list of people he wanted to devour. There was a woman who was glaring at the man on the dance floor with her hand clasped tightly around a small bottle containing a clear liquid. Someone was going to be poisoned tonight. There was a man dressed richly in a tuxedo sitting at the table on the more secure part of the bar with another man whose voice was drowned by the loud music filling the bar. He could tell that he was being betrayed on the very spot.

The places reeked of hatred, of all the bad things in life. It was the best place for him to find a partner. But none caught his attention for more than a minute.

A woman wearing a red dress designed to seduce with a very low neckline that hid nothing left for imagination had been staring at him ever since she caught a sight of him. He pulled his fedora down to hide the glint in his eyes and the smirk that that slipped into his expression, amused at the behaviour of these easy creatures. This wasn't the first time a female was looking at him with undeniable lust what was with his inhumane good looks. The woman was confident and he couldn't deny her beauty, but he had lived for a while now and he had come across many more alluring humans.

Especially the ones that have the right amount of hatred, arrogance and kindness in one. He licked his lips. He would really prefer it if the kindness was less though, that was one of the ingredients that he wasn't really fond of. He never really liked sweets. He liked things hot and spicy.

Deciding to play along with the woman's game, he lifted his gaze and made it look as if the eye contact was merely a coincidence. He saw the woman's lips stretched into a full-blown smirk, happy to see that the man she had her eyes on were finally aware of her. She sauntered her way towards him, making sure her hips swayed side to side, accentuating her already obvious curves. He could see her outline very clearly, that made his eyes clouded with lust.

Not the kind he desired but she could satiate one of his needs.

"What is a handsome man like you doing sitting alone in this place?" She sat herself on the stool next to his, crossing her leg over the other, all the while not breaking the eye contact between them. The already short one-piece she was wearing hitched up revealing her tanned thigh.

A wave of arousal hit him and he couldn't help but smirk. Of course, how can creatures like them resist someone like him? "Now, now, what gives you that idea, ojou-san?" The woman didn't carry a purse with her, he realized. He chuckled at her stupidity.

She mistook that as him being victorious at landing someone like her. That, without dount, boosted her confidence. "I could tell that you're a foreigner, a European from your features. Don't you usually come into a place like this with a partner or in groups?" she gestured to a table full of foreigners without looking away.

"Hm?"

"I don't know," she leaned forward, her fingers trailing down the man's chest while presenting him with a view of her cleavage. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, aren't you just looking for a," with a sultry voice, "good fuck?" She gave a lick to his neck to make a point.

Undeterred, he pulled his fedora downward. "Never thought that I'll be found out."

"Well, let's make a deal." Her hands started to unbutton his undershirt. "Like you, I have to have my release too. Why don't we pleasure each other for the night?"

He grabbed her hands, stopping her advance. "What makes you think you can satisfy me?"

She grinned, "I have a few tricks no man can resist."

He smiled, his empty black orbs glinting. He wrapped his hand around her, holding her securely. "I can't wait."

The woman couldn't help but shiver. The arms surrounding her felt really possessive. She never liked it when males acted all dominant over her. But for this guy, maybe she wouldn't mind not being in control for the first time.

Easy. He led her out of the place and into the inn that was strategically opened above the nightclub. He tightened his arm around her waist, caging her. Too easy.

A brown-haired teen ran through the crowd, using the people around him as walls to hide him from the view of his chasers. His white shirt was ripped, hanging off his shoulder slightly. The red colour of bloodstain on it contrasted greatly against the colour. He wondered why no one was paying any attention to him.

Then again, this was Tokyo. A city where yakuza stepped out of the shadows when night time arrived.

He continued to dash but his legs were getting weaker with every one of his steps. It had taken a lot of his energy to escape his tormentors that evening, yet he knew that he still need to run using whatever amount of energy he had left. He was determined not to get caught again. He had had enough of them using him, of them breaking him.

Years spent in that hell hole finally broke his thinning patience. He had always been a decent guy before the day of his capture, respecting his elders and women before anything. He was told that he was the kindest person anyone had ever met too. He wondered what he had done wrong to be tortured so. He wouldn't complain though for it had changed him to a better man.

His breathing was heavy now. He knew even before the day he started plotting of his escape that he had a very low stamina. He was locked up in a room filled with nothing but an uncomfortable dirty bed. He was more than aware of his bones protruding out against his skin accentuating his unhealthy thin figure. However, he knew that his stamina was slightly higher than before.

Cursed with asthma, he was rarely allowed to tire his body. But during the moments of his capture, in order to get out of the hell he was captured in, he pushed himself for a little physical training just to build up his stamina. He knew that the only reason his body didn't develop much was because of the lack of food consumption. He was bound to be suspicious when they served him the brown thing they said to be edible. Because of his stubbornness, he always found himself unconscious, often waking up with a needle pricking on his skin filling his body with moisture and the nutrients he needed to stay alive.

They should have just let him die.

The crowds were dispersing. In a matter of time, they would find him out. He was getting weaker by the second and his lungs felt as if it was going to burst. In favour of inhaling deep intakes of oxygen, he stopped running, hands on knees.

He vaguely heard a desperate voice called out, "Where the hell is he?"

"We're going to get our head cut off if we don't bring him back!"

The voices were getting closer. He needed to hide! There was no way that he would want to be dragged back to that place! If they found him, there was no doubt that they would make him suffer more than usual. Without thinking much, he dived into the closest alley.

Thin hands clutched on his yellow shirt as the person they belonged to tried to support herself while the man was pounding her into oblivion. The red dress that barely covered her rose up as she snaked her shapely legs around the man's waist. The low neckline was pushed to the side revealing her perfectly sized breasts. She moaned loudly every single time the man hit her pleasure spot.

He didn't care if someone heard them. He was sure that this inn was built for this very purpose anyway. Unlike the woman, the man only took off his jacket and loosened his tie. Not once had he shown her any more of his skin than what had already been exposed before they were getting intimate.

He buried his face into her chest, taking in her scent. He could smell himself tainting her. That was good enough. He had no time to prepare her to taste like how he wanted. She was nothing more than an appetizer.

His tongue traveled to her nipple, circling it and licking it. He then bit hard enough to break the skin on the side of her breast causing a small amount of blood to come out. He licked the red liquid making the woman whimper. Not entirely satisfying but it was good enough for now.

He blew on the other nipple and that seemed to throw the woman off as she suddenly screamed loudly. He felt her walls tightening around him and her fingers piercing onto his shoulder and almost simultaneously, she came. He sighed. He hoped she didn't leave a mark. In a smooth movement, he pulled back before the white liquid could stain on his pants. It was only when he was sure that she was over her high that he thrust inside her again until he himself released.

He could tell her consciousness was slipping but he didn't want any of that. He wanted her to be wide awake until he was done with her. No way would he let her close herself off from the world, not after he soiled her with himself. "Don't sleep," he ordered. He nibbled on her ear as he whispered, "I'm not finished with you yet."

That did the trick.

Struggling to form a laugh, she said, "I don't usually go for round two with the same person." She still hadn't recovered from the high of their release. She loved it how the man had his way with her, not caring that she would break. The man only cared about his pleasure; that she could tell. "But for you, I think I will make an exception." Because there was nothing that could turn her on more than a man's selfishness.

He gave out a throaty chuckle. "I've never said anything about a second round, useless woman." He trailed kisses from the side of her neck slowly to the edge of her lips. For the first time since they went into the inn, he looked at her straight into the eyes. "I was talking about finally having my appetizer." Her eyes widened as she finally looked at it clearly. Hollow. Dark. Her own eyes dimmed at the sight of it, as if only looking at it could shorten down her life span.

He disliked it when his prey froze at the sight of him. It made him wonder if the person was already dead despite knowing well that her soul was only barely hanging into her body. Moving his arms from the wall, he went to grab her wrists. "I wouldn't have any of that." He twisted them until a sickening crack was heard, the sudden pain bringing the woman back to reality. "Scream. Yell. Thrash around. Show me how scared you are of me."

"What are you?" she yelled, body moving violently as she tried to get out of the man's grip but to no avail. She was terrified now, the look in his eyes made her breath shorten. It made blood rushed out of her body, her skin pale. "You're not human," she forced out despite the fright that was starting to take over her body. Her voice was shaky but she was still yelling bravely. That or she was just being stupid.

At least this one has pride.

His lips twitched. He slammed her harshly onto the wall, making sure the light caught his fangs at the movement. "Haven't your mother ever told you to never talk to strangers," he let her left hand hang limply by her side as he placed his right hand on her throbbing neck pulse. 'Warm', he noted before licking the place. "Look at you now, picking up one in a shady bar. What if," he let out a light growl that vibrated against her skin making her heart skipped a beat. "What if I'm actually a serial killer? Out for fresh blood?"

Pupils dilated, she stuttered out, "A-are you?"

"What if, I didn't say I am."

She sighed and he found the relief on her expression was comical. How stupid could this one be?

"No, I'm actually worse than that." He wrapped his hand around her neck, choking the air out of her. He continued to choke her harder and harder, liking the noise she was giving. His eyes took a more sadistic glint and he knew she knew what he was by the faint realization that sparked in her eyes.

He saw something black being pushed out of the woman's mouth, what looked to be a head peeking out of her opened lips. His grin was dangerous, looking very much like the creature he was. While still squeezing the thing out of her, he used his other hand so that their mouth was facing each other.

"Ittadakimasu," he whispered before sucking out her soul.

He wanted so much to hold in his breath if only not to smell the foul smell the trash can he was hiding beside was emitting. But he was really in much need of air. He was feeling suffocated and the way his heart was trying to rip his chest open was not helping. He was already kneeling down on all fours as if that would make him feel his lungs with clean air. Why must he have an asthma attack now of all time?

He heard footsteps, the sound taunting him making him feel more helpless than he already was. His intuition was screaming, telling him that he was in danger. Breaking out of his crouching formation, he pressed himself against the wall still breathing heavily.

"Of all the places you could be hiding in, you just have to pick this one," a figure slowly appeared in front of him and he immediately knew that it was one of the guards who were ordered to bring him back. "It suits a rat like you though," he sneered.

His vision was blurring. He could hear his own pants echoing in his ears. He wouldn't back down now though. Not when he was already out of there. "You can't bring me back," he said in between pants. "I rather not get out of this place alive."

Snickering, the man dressed in what looked like a uniform picked him up by the collar of his shirt. "I would like that too. Sadly, I receive orders from above to bring you there with your soul intact. No one said anything about not injuring you though."

"You…" the brunette panted out but never got to continue what he was going to say. His lungs were hurting so much then. He couldn't focus; the lack of air was finally getting to him.

With a wicked grin, the older man was going to throw the smaller, more fragile looking one onto the wall without caring if he would be having a concussion later. However, they were interrupted by a piercing scream and shouts of 'Murder!' from somewhere above them for a few seconds before the older man turned to him again.

"Lucky person, no?" he smiled at him. "While you are made to suffer slowly, he can just move on to his afterlife."

"It's a her," a voice came out of nowhere. "I don't like it when people make a false assumption. It's a female that was taken."

The two's attention was suddenly on the man that suddenly materialized behind the brunette's tormentor. The man was wearing a fedora and a dangerous smirk on his face, dark murderous aura surrounding him.

The man clad in uniform let go of the brunette, turning to address the other man. "Can't you see that some people have business to take care of here?"

"Was just saying."

"I would've told you to scram, but," he moved his hand inside his coat to pull out the gun he placed there. "You saw something you shouldn't have."

"Eh? Weren't you just going to screw around with the little boy?" the man with the fedora said with a monotonous tone. "I'm going to be kind. There's a vacant room in the inn upstairs, I think they should've left the room unattended by now. The woman's corpse must still be there though. But don't worry, the bed was left untouched."

That statement only made the other man angrier. He didn't know what was up with the other guy, appearing out of nowhere, barging in there without any invitation. Any person in the right mind would avoid any abandoned alley during night time. But this man just walked in just to make some things that he didn't even care to know clear. He was going to kill him.

He smoothly pulled his handgun out, immediately going into a posture so that the end was pointing at the other man but before he could even pull on the trigger, something grabbed on his leg. Surprised, he let a loose shot hoping against all odds that the bullet would somehow be directed to the other man. He indistinctly heard the sound of metal on metal but before he could even get back up, he was forced on the ground by a thin arm. He didn't have time to act when almost abruptly; a small pocket knife was pushed through his heart.

He was momentarily stunned, even more so when he caught sight of his attacker. The brown hair was familiar and the orange eyes filled him with a cold fear. He had heard of those eyes before from many of his comrades before they died.

"Who-"

Before he could continue with what he was going to say, an enraged cry came out from the teen. He felt a bit at ease when the brunette pulled the knife away but only for a split second. Because not a moment after that, the brunette stabbed him repeatedly, making his brain sending thousands of signals to his skin. Not long after that, he couldn't feel anything anymore but the teen didn't stop venting his frustration on him.

All the while, the man with the fedora was watching with glee. Who would've thought that the wimpy looking brunette who looked as if he was on the verge of death was capable of something like this. One moment, the kid was about to die, and the next, he turned to a bloodthirsty beast.

He did nothing to stop or help, only observing as the kid killed of the man. It was a funny scene in his view, like a little rabbit killing the big bad wolf. Well, there went his other appetizer. Only when the kid was done did he voice out, "I am fully capable of taking care of him myself."

Painted red by the blood that spurt on him but no longer breathing heavily, the kid slowly stood up. "I know."

The man was amused, not at the kid's answer but at the undertone in his voice. Cold. Merciless. Full of pride. He smirked, teeth showing.

"I need your help, demon."

Walking towards the boy, he released his suppressed aura. The teen flinched but didn't waver. He just stood there tall and proud.

"What do I have in return?"

"My soul."

He was in front of the boy now. His enhanced hearing caught sounds of footsteps rushing towards the alley they were in, no doubt being brought there by the sound of the loose shot. He stared into the boy's eyes, expecting the boy to look away. "What makes you think I would want your?"

"Nurture it all you want, I just need your help to erase someone off this world."

"Ah, revenge. But then, little boy, your ticket to heaven would be revoke."

The teen only smiled, hatred filling it to the brink. "All the more reasons to bring a friend with me to hell."

At that, the man grinned.

Yes, this boy would do.

"Tell me your name."

"Sawada Tsunayoshi."

"Well, Dame-Tsuna. You've got yourself a demon."

The men were getting closer now.

"Call me Reborn."

And a contract was made.

Not even the bustling streets of Tokyo could drown in the sounds of the men's screams as they were being massacred.

AN: Review is appreciated, it will fuel my mind to work on the next chapter faster. And sorry for the grammar mistakes! :)