Chapter 2: Date with Hell
"It seems I'm going to be doing the biting today." He smirked.
Hibari grimaced. This was not what he was anticipating. He could hear the little chuckle from Mukuro who currently had a strong hold on the older boy.
"What? You're not enjoying this?" He asked, looking at Hibaris expression from one side.
"Of course not, you perverted herbivore." Hibari spat back, once again going back to the struggling technique that failed him.
"Aren't you being a little hasty, Kyoya?" He smiled, slowly trailing one hand up Hibaris pure white shirt. Hibaris muscles tensed up, "Oya? Aren't you strong..." Mukuro commented, pressing his fingers down onto the cloud guardians' stomach.
"What do you think you're doing?" Hibari shouted, turning his head enough so he could see the mist guardian.
"I haven't seen you in a while, Kyoya." He smiled a sad smile, "I was beginning to miss you."
"Don't give me that crap." His voice was filled with anger, hate and, what Mukuro spotted, a slight crack, like he was going to cry. Of course, he knew Kyoya Hibari and that he wouldn't give up his pride just because of this.
"It's the truth~" He laughed slightly, taking his hand out from under the others shirt and wrapping it around his waist, resting his head in the crook of Hibaris neck. He took in the fragrance Hibari possessed. Apart from the unique smell only Hibari had, Mukuro could smell cherry blossom, 'Same old Kyoya...' Mukuro thought, smiling at this.
"Let go of me already." Hibari said, knocking the illusionist from his thoughts.
"What are you going to do if I don't want to, hmm?" He smiled, knowing there is no way out of the grip he had on his Hibari.
At this, Hibaris glare intensified more than double its strength.
"M-Mukuro-san, isn't that a little dangerous?" Chikusa asked, a slight blush tinted his cheeks from the small show in front of him.
"There's nothing to worry about, Chikusa." He reassured him, "He can't do anything to me in the current position in which he is in." He informed, ending it with his well known smile.
Hibari squirmed in his seat, slight worry creeping in on him. What was this man intending to do with him? He looked to his side with the vines, slowly wrapping themselves onto his wrist, then loosening it slightly, before repeating the process. Hibari groaned slightly.
"Kufufu, not liking my vines?"
"Bloody herbivore."
"I'll give you a way to get out, Kyoya." He smirked, already liking his plan.
"I'm listening..."
"Go out on a date with me this weekend and I'll leave you alone." He smiled happily.
"D-date!"
"Don't I deserve a little catch up with you?" He questioned, smile, for once, disappeared from his face.
Hibaris eye twitched. Things couldn't get any worse for him. Here he is, sat in Rokudo Mukuros lap, asking to be taken on a date by the same guy. In all honesty, Hibari wished he could just die right there. He had no pride left.
Mukuro took the chance and bit down on Hibaris neck, giving an audible moan from the older one.
Hibari grimaced at the thought, "Alright. Rokudo Mukuro, I'll... go on a date with you." The words fell out of his mouth dripping with hate, it was that forced.
Mukuro looked pleased to hear these words, "Thank you." He let go of Hibaris wrists and turned off the illusion keeping Hibaris other arm secure in place. As soon as Mukuro had done this, Hibari threw the guardians arms off his waist and stood up, picking up his pair of tonfa.
"Don't forget." Was Mukuros last words.
Hibari just walked out of the room, and out the building. This was ridiculous.