Chapter 6

It was already dawn when Mukuro arrived at the old factory side. He was standing under a tree near the fence leaning on the trunk and watching his surrounding warily. He had been waiting for a long time now, but he was sure the guy would be coming, actually he could already feel a presence since a couple of minutes ago, but he didn't being watched. There was nothing suspicious about him that would reveal about what he was capable of doing since in fact he didn't do anything but waiting. He was rather just annoyed by the dumbness of the other person.

That guy sure wasn't such a great assassin if he just kept watching him. Did he plan to start a surprise attack? That was ridiculous. There was nothing you could surprise him with. But obviously the stranger didn't know about that whereas Mukuro had found out quite a lot about him. It was a Russian guy and he was involved with the Russian mafia. Of course it would have to be the mafia, but he never had had contact to the Russian. He also didn't know why this guy was chosen to get rid of him nor was Mukuro sure about the remitter. He had his suspicions but there was no proof.

"This is going to be ridiculous. Would you mind to just show yourself?" He suddenly said crossing his arms over his chest. A light chuckle could be heard from somewhere inside the broken building and then a tall man appeared in one of the holes of the building's walls. Mukuro examined the other one with a slim smile. He had blonde hair and was wearing a suit, but he didn't seem to be that old, maybe around his mid-twentieth.

"Rokudo Mukuro. It seems like my sources where right about you. You are an amazing person. Since when have you noticed my presence?" Mukuro chuckled. "Since you have arrived. But pardon my question, I don't think someone might know me in the Russian mafia. Where are your sources from?" "Italy, of course. Do you think we don't know what's going on over there?" "I thought so. Well we soon will see how reliable your sources are."

The illusionist gave his opponent a devilish smile while his red eye seemed to glow brighter, but that didn't affect the Russian. "Trust me, I do know enough. I didn't thought though that you'd find out that much about me. You really are impressive, but that's all." "That's all?" Mukuro replied taking a step forward. "I believe it's you who doesn't know anything about me. And of course I found out some interesting facts about you. The only thing I'm not sure about is your remitter, but I can still take care of that after I have destroyed you."

"You seem to be quite, confident, Rokudo Mukuro. There is a reason why my remitter chose someone from the Russian mafia and you will soon see." Mukuro laughed is characteristic laugh. "Why should you be anything different from the Italian one? In the end you're all Mafioso. And there's nothing I hate more." "I do know that."

The blonde replied approaching a bit closer. "But you're making a big mistake if you're thinking we're all the same. Though I have to admit you sure have got guts. It's true that you're not afraid of dealing with any sort of problem, otherwise you wouldn't have called me to set up this little date." "This is not a date." Mukuro corrected grinning. "This is a nuisance."

And besides if I called it a date my beloved Skylark would be raging, he kept thinking giving himself a little smile. Maybe it would have been better to let Kyouya know about this nuisance, but now it was too late and on the other hand he wouldn't have said the whole truth anyway. Now he could just get rid of this nuisance and then tracking down the guy who had sent this Russian after him.

"Well I think we have done enough talking, haven't we? Let's dance." The blue haired boy said summoning his trident and immediately starting his attack.

Hibari Kyouya was sitting inside his office in Namimori High School. He had just sent Kusakabe and some other people of the Disciplinary Committee to the school yard, because there had been quite a nuisance between two guys. There were fighting over a girl what was just such a ridiculous act. Probably he would never understand something like this, although he had a boyfriend who was jealous and possessive all the time.

He just finished working on one of his documents when suddenly Mukurou woke up. The owl had been dozing since they arrived at school, but now something seemed to have caught its attraction. It looked around rather distressed flapping its wings in an anxious way. "Mukurou? What's the matter? Are you hungry?" He kept watching the owl that flapped towards the window starting to peck the glass and then coming over to his table jumping up and down and nibbling on his fingers. "No worries I still have something here." Kyouya said opening one of the drawers where he normally kept some food for Hibird. But Mukurou just hooted and bit down on the prefect's hand.

"Ow! Are you out of your mind?" He shouted at the owl giving it an angry look. Of course he'd never do anything to a small animal since he just liked them too much. There were interesting had their own ways to survive and they never questioned you. The affection he had for little animals had probably started when he still was a little kid being suppressed by his own father. Mukurou just hooted again flying to the window again and pecking the glass.

Kyouya watched the white owl warily. "There's something wrong, isn't it?" he wondered while he got up from his chair. Mukurou hooted again giving him an intensive look. And then suddenly Kyouya felt something like pain in his stomach. "Is it your master?" He mumbled already knowing the answer, but Mukurou still gave him another hoot. "You know where to go, don't you? You'll show me the way." He said, grabbing his tonfas and then rushing out of his office followed by the white owl.