WARNING:
The story contains: 6918, smut, lemon, lime, angst, blood, fight, violence, fluff, headcanons
SUMMARY:
When Mukuro realizes that he is tracked down by a Russian killer, he tries to get rid of the threat by himself. Unfortunately something goes wrong. At the same time Kyouya is having trouble with some family issues, when he is just finding out that Mukuro might have terribly underrestimated his enemy.
DEDICATION:
The fanfiction is dedicated to my Kyouya. She also gave me a lot of ideas due to some of her headcanons according Hibari Kyouya. Our RPGs have been an inspiration as well. Thank you.
Prologue
„You again?" A soft but cold voice said quietly. The body it belonged to was hidden in the shadows of the dark place. Some yellow candles, floating around, spent a little bit of light. Their flames were burning in a bright green. Although the place appeared to be cold it was rather hot. The air was full of dust and ashes so it was hard to breathe properly and the floor was covered with skulls and bones. One of the small candles floated close to the creature with the red eyes. It sat on a throne made out of bones and was covered in a dark green coat. Long black hair could be seen and there was a small smile on its lips.
"I thought you didn't want to come back revenant?" it said and grinned lightly. Its voice was soft but cold and although the creature spoke silently it was easy to understand it. The other one just started smiling as well. "You see I actually didn't want to come back, but it seems like I had a small accident." The so-called revenant looked up. He was covered in a black coat, but his face could be seen well enough although it seemed to be somewhat like transparent. One blue and one red eye examined the creature on the throne. "But if I didn't come back from time to time you'd have to think of another name for me, right?"
The creature chuckled. "That's true." Silence started to rule and it seemed like both of them were waiting for the other one to do something. Then the creature on the throne started to move. "Well you again chose the path of hell. Not the easiest path to go, don't you think so? Although it'll grant you much power. Do you need it that much, revenant?" The revenant just shook his head. "No, I don't, but if I'm already down here I'd like to make the best of it. The only thing I'm graving for is life though."
The creature chuckled again and examined him. "Well I'm glad you're having so much fun, but I'm in a hurry, you know?" The revenant said stepping a bit closer. The creature smirked and nodded. It knew why he was in such a hurry, but that just meant much more fun for itself. It liked the revenant but it also hated him since he was the only one coming back and leaving for quite a couple of times. Someday it would be time for him to stay. "Revenant you really are impressing. Once you just convinced me to let you go, but this time I won't let you get away so easily." The soul smiled. "You remember I already got away six times so what are you going to do?" The creature grinned and although the revenant never had been scared of the creature something in its look and behavior made him starting to feel scared. "What do you want from me?" He asked coldly and watched the creature warily.
"We'll make a deal." The creature said and stood up from its throne. Slowly it floated closer keeping still in front of the revenant and taking a gentle look down on him. It bent down and whispered something into the soul's ear. The transparent being seemed to flicker. "No way!" he murmured. "You can have everything but that!" The creature's face froze. "Fine! Then you'll stay here!" It turned around and floated back to its throne. But like that it missed the anger on the face of the revenant. Fury glittered in his eyes when he removed its hood coming right after the creature and mainly his red eye seemed to burn with an indigo colored flame. If Hel wouldn't let him go he'd made her.