A/N: WHO'S WIN?! DAMN RIGHT, I'M AWESOME. WROTE ALL OF THIS IN AN HOUR AT ONE IN THE FREAKING MORNING YESTERDAY. XD Well, it was angsty, so I was happy. Note the blood scene in the beginnnning~ That was my happy dance in black and white, LOL.

Prompt: Dark.
Character/Pairing: 9618, Hibari-centric
Rating: K+

"Trembling, crawling across my skin
Feeling your cold, dead eyes
Stealing the life of mine

Say goodbye,
As we dance with the devil tonight"

- Dance with the Devil, by Breaking Benjamin

DARK: Of Herbivores and Carnivores

Slash after slash after slash. Bloody ribbons danced through the air, the only sign that yet another man has been killed, has left the world too early. He fell, countless wounds littering his body, shirt stained bright crimson. Hazel eyes, bright with fear, dimmed with the coming of the inevitable. Through his blurring vision, he could vaguely distinguish a tall Japanese looming over him. His eyes were two orbs of icy gunmetal, glaring at him without a single trace of sympathy or mercy. As he wheezed his last breath, he could see a small bird fluttering in the sky.

The still fresh corpse, the splatters of blood on his shirt...this was a daily portrait in the eyes of Hibari Kyoya.

Standing there in the dark alley, he resembled that of a God of Death. A cold breeze swept his mop of ebony hair in front of his eyes. He paused for just another moment, reveling in the kill, before slowly walking away.

As he strode down the black road, he didn't look back. There wasn't a single moment where he paused with uncertainty or regret at what he's done. After all, lions don't regret the prey they've caught, so why should he?

He knew, though. He knew that this isn't needed, that unnecessary blood is spilled every night when he leaves his house and doesn't come back till dawn. He knew that he doesn't need to— that he shouldn't need to kill these countless men.

But he still did.

Just as clouds drift their own path, he refused to obey the orders of anybody but himself. Constrain himself? Why should he? They should have known from the first day that he would never, never listen to orders that don't coincide with his own interests. That's why he never heeds the warnings his boss gives.

That's why he selfishly brushed away the hand that grasped his sleeve in hopes of keeping him in.

When he felt a tug on his sleeve, he didn't turn around. He didn't need to. He knew what she wanted, but he couldn't give it to her. She wanted him to stop leaving her without a word...to stop dancing with the Devil every night.

But what could he do? He had an appointment, and he refused to disappoint. He had a reputation to maintain, after all.

There were those who approached him with disapproval. They said that he doesn't need to spill so much blood to prove he wasn't weak. He didn't need to be a carnivore. After all, omnivores exist as well, don't they?

Fools. They were all fools.

Just as in nature, only those who feed on the weaker are the ones who will rise to the top. The moment the king of the pride loosened his grip, he's devoured by the opportunistic scavengers. He was born a king. He wasn't going to let go of it as easily.

Hibari Kyoya knew from the first day that the path he chose to walk was the harder one. He knew that no matter how strong he was, there would always be someone even stronger. Hack after hack after hack, but no matter how many people he mowed down, he knew that one day, he would meet his maker. He knew that by hunting every night, he wasn't doing anything but speeding up the process. He knew that he was slowly deteriorating if he kept going. He knew that nothing good ever came out of the dark side of life.

But he still did. Because no matter how important the Vongola were, how important she was, he was the Cloud.

He reached the front door just as the first rays of sunshine were peaking through the grim horizon. Opening the door without a word, he was greeted by the same scene he sees every day. Waiting for him to come in, she hid all her worries and conflict underneath a cheerful facade.

He knew how much it hurt her every time he walked through that door, and how much relief she goes through every time he comes back. He knew how hard it was for her to keep smiling, and how hard she tries to support her.

He knew that just like him, she was degenerating. He knew that at the pace they were going, it was only a matter of time before they both died.

But that was fine. Because broken or alive, they would stay a pair of marionettes.

Hibari Kyoya was born a carnivore.

And when the time comes, he would die a carnivore.

Because he chose the darker side.

Yea...uhm..I was sort of reading the funniest thing in the world AKA "My Immortal" when I wrote this(If you don't know what it is...hehe. It's the CRAPPIEST fanfic in the world, residing in the HP fandom. It's one of those so-bad-it's-funny kind of fics). That, along with the fact that this was written at 1 am yesterday morning, is my excuse for any....abnormalities. Haha. Oh, but the blood scene in the beginning...I just wrote that because I wanted to and because I CAN. BWAHAHAHAHA. -shot-

Hey, you know what? DEATH/KILLING SCENES ARE GOOD FOR YOU. SO NEHHEHEHE.

REVIEW. OR SOMEBODY AKA HIBIRD DIES.

PSST. For those of you who care, I'll be getting back into "The Sociopathic Skylark...and Then Some" right about now, since this was actually supposed to be yesterday's entry but it ended up getting way too fucking long and YEA. OKAY. DONE RAMBLING. 8D