dear_mun | smug vampire is smug.

[ There's a hunter on the prowl. Whoever could it be~

Oh hello. Fancy meeting you here, Hibarin. His mun totally did not throw him here on purpose, nope. ]

...It's you.

[ His voice is oh so flat, his expression disgruntled. ]

I was wondering when you'd show up.

[ Looks like you haven't changed a bit. ] How's your eye? [ oh oops was that a sore subject? Mukuro should've seen that one coming, he really should've. ]

[ ~~He is going to kill you so slowly, mundane.~~ Mukuro forces a smile for the vampire as the empty socket twinges. It's healed well, a patch covering the ugly scar left behind. Most of the time, he forgets he ever had two eyes.

Of course, he refuses to rise to the vampire's bait. He touches the other eye, the one that is still there. ]

It's functioning just fine, thank you for asking, [ he says tartly. ] Though I wish I could've been spared the sight of you.

Really, you hurt me so. You're always so rude to me whenever we see each other. [ He smiles though, teeth winking in the fading light. Mukuro was always so fun to mess around with. Hibari would take full advantage of that. First step: awful eye jokes. ] Come to think of it, it's been far too long. Why don't we have some fun?

[ And then he's behind Mukuro. When did he get there? Who knows. ]

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[ He's long since learned to act on instinct when fighting Hibarin. So it's without any hesitation that he whirls to face the vampire, a slender staff whirling into life in his hands with the edged end veering straight towards Hibarin's pretty face. No, he doesn't care if he ruins it. You'll just heal up again. >( ]

[ He's very flattered to hear that you think his face is pretty. But he tilts his head to the side to avoid the weapon, the movement effortless and graceful and oh so very quick, and takes a step away, hands still in his pockets. ]

You've gotten faster, [ he says approvingly. Younger vampires would fall to Mukuro without a problem for the hunter - but he's still not good enough to beat Hibarin. ]

[ He might not be good enough but he is damn well going to try anyway. The hunter follows through with a downward sweep using the other end of his staff, not pausing to acknowledge the compliment because he knows it will just cost him time and whatever little element of surprise he might be able to gain.

He's not sure whether to be glad he took blood supplements earlier. Hunger sometimes gave him an edge while fighting, but it could also be distracting. ]

[ Once again, the vampire flows to the side to avoid the attack, still smiling that odd little smile, though there's a red light in his eyes that belies his calmness. It's been far too long since he's had a good fight. Entertain him, little dhampir. ]

How old are you now? I'm afraid I've lost track. [ Surely Mukuro was already over 60. Hmm. It's pretty clear that he's not taking the fight seriously - not yet, anyway - because he's still making these little comments as he avoids each and every attack with minimal movement. ]

[ Mukuro doesn't let himself become frustrated by the constant evasions, keeping up the swift, fluid attacks tirelessly. One day - maybe today - he'll be able to land a hit on the smug vampire dancing out of the reach of his bladed staff. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he and Hibarin flow around the area, their movements almost turning this into a strange dance. ]

I'm twenty-five, [ he grates out at one point. He actually turned seventy-five a few months back. Appearances had to be maintained. You never knew who was listening ~~or reading~~ in. ]

[ He almost laughs. ] That's what you said last time I met you, too. [ woops, that one came a little close to his head. He should probably concentrate more. ] Let me guess... You're seventy now? Seventy-two? [ Hmm, Mukuro is getting closer and closer. Perhaps he should just humour the hunter for a moment - he purposefully lets himself get backed up against a wall (though it sure doesn't seem like he did it intentionally), still smiling as if he knows some great secret Mukuro doesn't. ]

Oops.

[ The hunter doesn't take advantage of the opening, surprisingly. Instead he pauses with his weapon held ready to run the vampire through. If he lunges forward, he's fairly sure he'll only trap himself against the wall. ]

Seventy-five. [ He takes several even breaths, keeping himself alert for any further movement. ] Funny how you remember my age when you can't even remember yours.

You're much younger than I am. Less digits to remember. [ He hasn't moved from his spot. Do feel free to run him through! Only, not really. But Mukuro doesn't need to know that. ] And I don't bother. It gets meaningless after a while.

[ He smiles humourlessly and takes a cautious step forward. If Hibarin doesn't move, the tip will eventually touch the vampire's chest at the point just over his heart. ]

I like to count the years. It's been ten since you took my eye. I think a little anniversary celebration is in order, don't you think?

[ His own eye seems to glint the closer he approaches. ] A pity yours would grow back if I tried to take it. I suppose I'll settle for your heart.

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That's far from equivalent exchange, Mukuro. [ The way that he says the hunter's name is akin to someone savouring a fine wine, rolling it around in his mouth with evident pleasure. His grin doesn't waver even when the weapon touches his chest.

It still looks as though he's not moving - though if Mukuro were to actually pierce him, the weapon would go straight through the body. How? Well, he can dissipate into a cloud of particles, you know. It's one of his favourite abilities - besides, the dark of the night would (mostly) conceal the trick. ]

I'm a hunter. It's what I do.

[ He takes one last step forward - but instead of meeting fleshy resistance, his staff goes right through the vampire's body. Hibarin himself dissolves into a dark cloud that blends perfectly into the shadows.

It's not the first time he's seen that trick so he's not the least bit surprised. Instead he keeps his weapon close to his body and extends all his senses to the furthest they can go, listening, waiting, for Hibarin to reappear. He spins slowly around and puts his back to the wall so that the other can't ambush him from behind again. ]

What would you suggest I take in place of an eye then? [ he asks of the shadows, where the vampire is presumably hiding. ]

You already took one of my fangs, [ he replies blithely, now sitting up in a tree and watching the hunter - though his voice comes from all around. He's not careless enough to just let Mukuro get a free pass at him. ] I hope you're taking good care of that, by the way.

As well as you're taking care of my 'eye'. [ Mukuro is aware he shouldn't tense up since that will slow him down, but his nerves are on edge. The danger sends thrills of fear through him which he's come to enjoy. ] Do you want it back? [ he taunts. The fang had been incorporated into a simple necklace he wore under the collar of his shirt. ]

I can do without it. [ But he has made his way down to the ground, slinking forward - and then in another flash of movement too fast for the human eye to see, he's already got a hand around the necklace. And he pulls, hard.

Even if the chain is silver (which it probably is), it'd do nothing more than tickle him. Another advantage of age, he supposes. ]

[ He draws a sharp breath in surprise, jerking back so quickly his head hits the wall hard. In that moment of disorientation, the vampire gets a good hold of the chain beneath his clothes and starts to choke him from the strength he uses to yank on the chain. Mukuro fastens his hand around the fang itself, refusing to let the other take it so easily, even though it might mean being suffocated. ]

[ Tsk. One of the things he likes most about Mukuro is that the hunter is persistent - but at times like this, it was a little annoying. Sigh, he should've gone straight for the tooth instead of just the chain. ]

You should really let go, you know, [ he says casually, as if he's not busy choking the life out of someone. He wouldn't really kill Mukuro - now was not the right time - but the hunter didn't need to know that. ]

N...o...

[ Mukuro's face is turning an interesting colour. The hunter begins to see spots in his vision and, knowing he doesn't have much time left before he really does black out, the hand on clutched around the fang fumbles for one of the many silver blades kept on his person. Drawing it, he stabs it desperately at roughly where Hibari's abdomen ought to be. He doesn't expect it to go in; he simply wants the vampire to let go so he can breathe.

But, on the off chance Hibari did let it strike, Mukuro would twist the knife viciously into the vampire's flesh after getting over his surprise. ]

[ And the fighting spirit shows itself again. Hibarin sighs and lets the knife go straight through his stomach, black matter fluttering aside to accommodate the knife - the hand, however, remains quite solid, and quite bent on staying exactly where it is. ]

Good night, Mukuro, [ he murmurs - it's almost fond, but the way he twists the necklace is anything but. He is waiting patiently for Mukuro to pass out, and he'll wait for as long as it takes. ]

[ Mukuro mouths soundlessly, eyes rolling up and muscles going limp as the lack of air finally gets to him. He silently curses the vampire for his superior power, a spark of hate that doesn't quite make it to his eyes before they shut and his knees collapse beneath him. The hunter's grip slackens on both knife and necklace, allowing Hibari to take the latter away if he chooses - though Mukuro will continue to nurse a grudge against him for it. ]

[ He lowers the hunter to the ground carefully - the knife is placed right next to his hand, and Hibarin considers leaving with just the fang before he pauses and smirks.

When Mukuro wakes up, there'll be no sign of him anywhere - indeed, no sign that he'd ever been there at all. Well, apart from the missing fang, and that very conspicuous rose that's been left on the Hunter's chest. It's perfectly formed, petals red as blood. There's a note tied to the stem, carefully written in flowing script. ]

It was nice to see you again. Send my greetings to Chrome. [ Somewhere very far away, Hibarin is probably cackling. ]

[ Mukuro gradually wakens groggy and disorientated. He coughs, almost chokes as he tries to inhale, and so at first doesn't notice the rose left on his chest until it rolls on to the ground and touches his hand.

Through blurry eyes he stares at it, not comprehending. Then his hand flies to his neck and the memory suddenly hits him.

Gritting his teeth, he glares at the blood-red rose and the writing attached to its stem. Bested again. Would he never be able to win against the vampire? The rose felt like a taunt to him, and he considered crushing it underheel. But instead he picked it up carefully after sheathing his knife, and slowly wobbled upright. ]

I'll stake you one day, [ he seethed quietly, tucking the rose stem into his pocket. He'd be keeping the rose safe in a vase at home until the day he managed to slay his lifelong opponent. ]

Ah, someone else who appreciates the chase and the hunt over the kill.

I do so enjoy finding men of your caliber, rare though they may be.

He's much too fun to kill senselessly. I'd rather play with him first.

[ He tilts his head slightly to acknowledge the compliment. ] It took me a long time to start appreciating the finer things in life.

Indeed, savoring the thrill of the torment and horror the hunt brings the prey...there are no words for the ecstasy felt then...

[She smiles at his latter statement.]

I know the feeling. [After 800 years, how could one not?]

[ Ah, another long-lived being. Like would know like, after all. ] It's funny, really - he's the one who seeks to hunt me.

[ It was kind of endearing, how determined the man was to hunt him down and stake him. ]

Really? So you're the prey that enjoys turning the chase around to the predator?

[She can appreciate that.]

smug vampire is smug.

CRASHES INTO LIKE WOAH

/floats aside >)

>( MUKURO USES PETRIFYING STARE

CACKLES

>((((

why so serious???

/throws knives at

/melts them :>

/stabs at x(

poof where's he gone???

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/STALKS AROUND LISTENING FOR HIM

/nibbles on his neck and flees cackling

/SWATS HIM D8<

DENIED

/CHOMPS

hehehe that tickles -w-

/gnaws on =n=

/pats face

he wants to drink blood like you do =n=

no no, you need sharper teeth for that 8(

curse his half-blood /shakes fist

he thinks it's cute ehehe

it's not cute X(!!

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