IN A FOG – 6918
It wasn't that Hibari hated illusions or magic tricks of that sort (though he would severely 'reprimand' any street magician who came up to him and claimed he was a master of the illusionary tricks).
He just hated the man that they reminded him of.
Mukuro's illusions were tricky and multiple, but Hibari was obstinate about beating both them and the man they belonged to (hopefully to a bloody pulp. Yes, pulp was good.).
So when he entered the disciplinary committee's room only to find it enveloped in fog, he knew exactly who was to blame. Tonfa at the ready, Hibari delved into the room, walking around blindly while swinging his tonfa. The fog swirled around the motion, clearing the room out minimally, but his efforts were put on pause after he tripped over something.
An investigation as to what he tripped over yielded a large stack of wrapped presents, decorated in a sakura pink colour. Hibari chose to kick them over and continue until he found Mukuro.
He promptly tripped again.
This time he found himself landing half on the couch, half on another person inhabiting the couch. The person grabbed his arms, keeping Hibari from using his tonfa.
"Kufufufu. Fancy meeting you here." Mukuro said, a smirk gracing his features. Hibari glared coldly at the boy, the glare intensifying as Mukuro started closing the distance between them.
"I'll bite you to death." Hibari growled, and Mukuro chuckled.
"I'd like to see you try." He said, then closed his lips around Hibari's in a rough and searing kiss. Hibari's back arched and his arms stiffened before he regained his senses and brought his teeth sharply down on Mukuro's lower lip.
The lack of the taste of blood in his mouth was a telltale sign.
Mukuro's laugh echoed in his mind one last time before the illusions were gone. Hibari found himself alone on the couch, now able to see the room in its pristine condition, just as he left it.
Not, actually, as Hibari surveyed the room, since the kicked over pile of presents was still there.