DECLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS SERIES!
There was a knock on the door and a grin implanted on his face, the same grin that he carry wherever he went. He waited patiently until the door in front of him open. The messy blond with his tiara hanging off from the side of his head shifted slightly as the cool wind breeze past by him, the wind knocked over the shiny head wear, thus dropping it to the ground. At that moment, the door finally opened and the former Namimori head prefect was standing there, his face irritated and his hair a mess. It was obvious that he had just awoken from his nap, a nap that whoever decided to wake him up would taste his tonfas. The weapon was then pulled out from behind and he unleashed a threaten blow to the blond, his foot luckily stepped over the tiara but missed breaking it by an inch.
"Well, if it isn't the genius." Hibari smirked, the weapon touching Belphegor's chin.
In reply to Hibari, Bel twitched his fingers. The wires intertwining with his knives, they floated in the air behind the prefect and the prince started to chuckled.
"Ushishishi, you're always the one to make the first move." That instance, the knives dropped behind Hibari's feet. The prefect didn't budge. He just took a quick glance at the knives. No, it wasn't the knives that he was staring at but the tiara that was against his heel.
"I thought something was off." He smirked and retreated his tonfa, taking a step back trying not to break the head wear. Hibari had forgotten about his nap, that smirk never did leave.
Bel had did the same, he also retreated his weapons. The wires and knives slowly tucked away with one hand because the other was clearly full by a small red box, tied carefully with a white ribbon. It was rather odd for a prince to give his enemies gift, or maybe it was Lussuria that pressured this prince to give a gift.
All Hibari did was stared at the box in his hand while bending down, not leaving his guard down for a second. He picked up the tiara and swings it gently around his index finger. A couple more steps backwards and he was back into his own territory. Prince the ripper followed with the box that he needs to get rid of and the tiara that he needed back.
The wind closed the door and they were shrouded in darkness. The prince took control of his surroundings, until his eyes behind his messy bangs targeted the prefect ahead. He sprinted forward, dropping the box at his feet and grasped onto the other's white shirt, pushing him onto the satin couch.
"And you never stop playing your games." Hibari's hair was wrapping around Bel's fingers and the tiara was still held firmly in the prefect's own hands. "You wear one, so everyone will know that you are a prince of genius?" He confirmed, his hand mindlessly sliding into the back of the prince's shirt.
The question was only answered by a kiss that the prince had ensued.
Author's Note: I neglected writing fanfiction. ; And this is my first Reborn one. I hope you like it. And yes, in the end it had nothing to do with the box. Or maybe it does? > Should there be a continuation for this?