Trust

Hibari didn't even know why he was at the stupid party. The crowding of herbivores and the music playing in the background weren't to his tastes at all. The air was suffocating and it couldn't get noisier. He sat down in a chair and studied the crowd.

It was the Herbivore King's wedding reception and being the Tenth boss if the mafia world's greatest family attracted many of the world's strongest people to the only five star hotel in Namimori. It was almost as big as the Inheritance Ceremony. He had wanted to check out the competition and it was half the reason he was here, sitting cross-legged at the table.

The other half of the reason placed a flute of champagne in front of him. Rokudou Mukuro sat himself in the seat next to him. Hibari glared at the glass on the table distastefully.

"Oya, oya. Where's the trust, Kyouya?"

"What's there to trust?"

"Kufufu. You do have a point there."

Mukuro threaded his fingers through Hibari's. He took a sip from his own glass and glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

Hibari squeezed back and took a sip.