Act I: Infiltration
Humph... well there's twenty seconds of my life I want back Hibari thought. The fight with the first guard had been a real bore to him. Just before the guard squeezed the trigger, Hibari had whipped his tonfas out, and dashed with lightning speed toward the guard, and rammed them into both of the guard's temples. The stupid fool had to scream as he saw me coming, so now everyone knows I'm here. So much for secrecy, he thought with disdain. But he couldn't help but wonder why guys like that guard could be of any threat to his disciplinary committee. There must be an inner circle; my men couldn't possibly lose to low lives like those. This could get interesting.
As Hibari stole towards the towering building where Mukuro was presumably hiding, he noticed fog swirling around his feet. Soon, it had enveloped him completely. Hibari liked the fog. It shrouded him from the outside world which he deemed disgusting and corrupt; much like a mother shields her baby from a biting wind.
When Hibari made it close enough to Mukuro's base, he saw that it was a derelict old theater. As he moved towards the doors he caught a strong whiff of cigarette smoke wafting through the air. Ah, I was wondering where the other guards were; one seems too little for a group like this. He crept silently closer until he could make out the little glowing cigarette points through the fog. This is it; however, four guards are going to present no challenge... Hibari viewed the fog as a blessing. While it shrouded him from the guards' view; he could still faintly make them out. Here goes nothing. With that thought, Hibari crept right up toward the old theater doors.
Unlike the previous guard, these men were meant to fight. They were the toughest thugs on the streets and they knew it. Bakura, one of these men, was bored of waiting around all night for some middle-school brat to show up. "Yo! Guys" he said to the other men, "I wish Mukuro would pays us and we could leave already." "Ain't that the truth", one of the others said. The two who hadn't spoken nodded. All of a sudden there was a sharp CRACK and Bakura fell to the ground with his skull cracked in, cigarette still in his mouth. The others went into complete panic as the attacker vanished into the fog. One of the men started shooting in every direction with his gun and the others followed suit. CRACK, the second guard down. CRACK, another. Now there was only one left. He was trembling and out of ammunition when out of the fog Hibari materialized, tonfas drawn.
Hibari loved it, this feeling of sheer power that he had over those weaker than him. "W-what are you gonna d-do to me?" the last man stuttered. "That's entirely up to you; if you tell me where Mukuro is then I'll let you live. If not, you die." Hope shone in the guard's eyes. "He's on the top floor, in attic!" "Thanks."Hibari said with a cruel smile. "Now, die!" and with a final CRACK the guard slumped onto the ground, never even given a chance to register the lie Hibari had told. Finally, I'm in Hibari thought, tonfas slung over his shoulders.
