It looked like a scene from any thriller action style movie, but this was no movie.  This was personal.  This was between two people who had more in common then either was willing to admit.  Both enjoyed fighting, both enjoyed winning but one always wanted it more.

Sakura blossoms slowly fell in a room where no real trees could grow.  Hibari Kyoya could not move; this greatly aggravated him.  He hated being restrain like a common dog.  But what he hated more at the moment, as he lay on the ground in small pools of his own blood, was the smirk on Rokudo Mukuro’s face.

“What’s the matter?”  Tired already?”  Mukuro’s tone was mocking.  Hibari tried to move but as he did Mukuro kicked him in the ribs.  Then picking him up by the collar, Mukuro threw him onto a near by table.  Pain surged through his back as the table did not break on impact.

“I will bite you to death.”  Hibari swore as the taste of blood filled his mouth.

Mukuro bent down over Hibari, bringing his trident up along side of Hibari’s already bruised face.  Slowly, gently even a bit sensually he glided the edge along Hibari’s cheek causing more blood to flow. 

“I know, that’s what I want.”  Mukuro bent down licking the blood from Hibari’s face.  Hibari looked away as it felt soft on his battered body.  “Now that the foreplay is over, are you ready for the real battle?” Mukuro whispered as he held onto Hibari arm.