Disclaimer: I do not own Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn or any of its characters.

Warnings: Rating is for violence, sexual content, and mature themes that are not recommended for the younger audience. This story, as you might have guess have themes of yaoi or boy-love, deal with it accordingly, please.

Prelude: Di Allodole e Cavalli

The rain stabbed blades of ice against his skin. The coat he was wearing was useless, soaking him to the bone. The storm up above had the saner part of population taking cover. He wasn't entirely sure why he was standing in a deserted street in the middle of a rather torrential downpour. It seemed as though he was waiting for something, but he wouldn't know that because he felt trapped inside his own body. He found himself standing in the mi ddle of an alleyway, as an audience in the way his body moved. Since then, he had been fighting to take back his control. No amount of struggling physically and mentally made his body bulge the way he wanted to, however. His body's movements were discrete. If he weren't feeling everything it was doing, he would think that it was only standing here, waiting to catch its death. It was observing, taking everything in from its surroundings. He saw everything, from the cat cowering by the opposite alley, to the movement of the shadows from each house around him.

Hibari hated the feeling of being trapped. He didn't know how this happened either. One moment he was sleeping in the Reception Room, the next he had been in a street he had never been on. All his life he had lived in Namimori, furthest he had gone was that trip to Hiroshima. This place didn't even remotely compare to that place. The odd part was that though he was absolutely certain that he hadn't been in this place before, he knew it. He had memorized every nook and cranny of this place like the back of his hand.

His body pushed out against the wall, looking into the adjacent street where a horse-drawn carriage had stopped in front of a store. The occupants of the vehicle remained inside, naturally apprehensive of moving in the rain. A sudden feeling of danger snapped in his mind. He willed his body to turn around, but instead of being alert, his body did the opposite. From behind him was a strong presence close enough to be of a threat. He gritted his teeth in exasperation, still attempting to move to no avail. Then just as he thought that, a strong hand wrapped around his head, hands on his mouth. Hibari was even more confused when his body put up no resistance of being pressed against the wall. It took him a moment to realize his position. His back was against the side of the building, legs awkwardly parted where his captor's knee was. If that knee had gone any higher, the skylark would have lost it. As if he wasn't teeming with anger enough, his embarrassment was translating to even more irritation.

When the hand was removed, Hibari wanted to hiss and drive his tonfas into this man's gut until they go through like knives. Yet still, his body wasn't obeying his commands no matter what way he delivered them. Instead of anger, his lips curled into a taunting smile, though he saw no reason to be the one mocking at their position.

"Getting sloppy?" The man's voice asked, making Hibari mentally frown. That voice sounded familiar… he knew that herbivorous sound from somewhere, but he couldn't quite pin where. He knew whose face it belonged to, but he couldn't bring it to mind. It didn't help that all he could see from where he was, was the small mouth and angular jaw of the man before him. The rain ran his messy hair down, covering the top part of his face.

"There is no reason to guard against herbivores that poses no threat." Hibari heard his voice say, tone of amusement dancing. The bells like chuckle of the man before him rang his ears, clear like glass.

The man leaned in closer, a hand pressing against Hibari's chest gently. He whispered to the skylark's ear brazenly suggestive, "I'd love to hear you say that when I'm inside of you."

The skylark now more than ever wanted his body back. He trashed around, with nothing on his mind but to beat this insolent man to the ground. How dare he talk to him, Hibari Kyouya, like that? Did he have a death wish? Was there really nothing in his life worth living for? Despite his desperate plea to himself, his body wouldn't move to his own accord. He was helpless as he listened to himself reply coolly, "Only in your dreams, cavallino rampante."

Hearing what he said, for the first time Hibari realized that he wasn't speaking Japanese. In fact this entire conversation had gone on in a language that he didn't know of, but somehow understood. That name… it sounded awfully familiar. He was sure that he had encountered it countless times before, but like the voice, he couldn't match his memories together. It was as if pieces of his own memories wouldn't form anything relative to coherent thoughts. His mind jumped when he felt the man before him lean in. It was becoming increasingly hard for him to think with warm lips pressed contrastingly against the cooler skin of his neck. The feeling was sharp, sending him into frenzy. His heart was beating faster now, from what, he didn't know. He didn't understand what was going on or why he was in this situation, but he couldn't stop the embarrassment and anger that began to seethe through his pores.

"Primo is concerned about your whereabouts." His voice said, surprisingly straight despite the tremors his body was producing from the mere touch of this man. Hibari could only comprehend little of what his own mouth was saying, mind completely distracted by the feeling of lips on his skin, and the hand caressing his sides lazily. A low hum escaped the man before him, sending vibrations through his skin.

"Why? Does he still mistrust me? After all I've done, you'd think he'd have at least little faith in me." The skylark could feel every movement of the man's mouth as he spoke, brushing teasingly against his wet skin. He stood flabbergasted as his body drew in closer to the one before him, seeking the warmth that the other was emitting. He felt disgusted and violated, and yet he had no control over anything. It was starting to make him feel furious. Helplessness was never in his vocabulary.

"No, you should know him better than that. He's only worried that you might get yourself in trouble again, like the last time you went off without reporting back to us." At least that stopped the other's ministrations. He could feel the man push back a little, favoring instead to look at him with those hidden eyes.

"Are you worried, too, allodola?" He could hear the smile coming from that question without looking. His body stood straight as well, reaching up to grab the back of the man's head. Just when Hibari thought his body would bash the man against the wall, he found his forehead pressed in a non-threatening way against the other's own. Even this close, he couldn't see the man's face properly.

"I don't have a reason to." His mouth whispered. Hibari couldn't explain it then. There was a feeling bubbling on his gut, churning and turning that made him feel sick. His heart was beating fast but he couldn't feel adrenaline trying to make him stronger like it usually did when he found himself in these situations before. Well, that must be it. He had never been in a situation like this before. He had never felt like this… he didn't feel restricted or trapped or controlled. The prefect felt peace and freedom like he hadn't ever before. He was getting frustrated trying to get back the sense of himself, because he didn't feel like himself. It was his body, but the skin was forced. It became evident when his mouth opened once more to say in a gentle voice he had never possessed all his life, "It's black…"

"Hm?" The man before him hummed questioningly, his hands sliding to either side of the skylark's hips to tuck him in snuggly.

"Your hair…it was golden the last time I saw it, and russet before." To emphasize the point of the useless conversation his hand tugged gently on a clump of black hair that stuck near his eyes. Hibari could only watch. He was still overwhelmed by the feeling in his gut to move or try to take control back of his body.

"It'll be too obvious if I walk back to Vienna with blonde hair given the last time." He spoke as if Hibari was supposed to know and understand what he was referring to. Oddly enough, he did. He knew what he was talking about, and he understood it.

"I keep thinking to myself that maybe one day, I just won't recognize you… and then I'll completely forget about you." The gentle tone in his speaking was gone. It was replaced with a casual one… still something that he never used when speaking. He felt himself take in a sharp breath, at the same time he willed himself to do it, which gave him a light hope, but he still couldn't move. He realized that the sharp intake of oxygen was a response as the man before him brushed his face with a hand gingerly, tilting his head so that they were closer.

"Allodola, I'll make sure you never forget. Shall I remind you now?" The look in those beautiful sienna irises was of familiar mischief and adoration.