So I decided to delete the old version of this story in favor of a newer, better done version - in my opinion. Sorry to everyone who got their comments deleted, I just felt that the old version was moving too fast in a way that I didn't want it to.

"Hey, do you have the stuff?" a shadowy figure whispered to another in a secluded alley.

"Yeah," the second grunted, "did you make sure you weren't followed?"

"Yes," the first nodded, "I don't see why you're so paranoid though, it's not like he ever leaves that middle school anyways."

"I'm not worried about him," the second snapped as he fumbled around in his pockets. "There's someone else; I don't know who, but they've been causing problems lately."

"Well well, what do we have here?" a sweet voice purred from the entrance to the alley.

The two figures immediately whirled around to face the newcomer and saw a woman silhouetted by a nearby streetlight.

"Who are you?" the second figure demanded, pulling out a knife from his jacket.

"Oh, no one special," the woman dismissed with a wave of her hand, "What matters here is who you are."

"Nobodies should know when to keep quiet," the first figure growled as he too pulled out a knife.

"Butterfly knives? Have you no class?" the woman chuckled darkly as she pulled out a staff. "Hopefully you can make up for it in skill…" she trailed off as she stalked into the alley and became engulfed in shadows.

Two low grunts were heard followed by solid thuds as the bodies hit the ground.

"Nope, no skill at all," the woman sighed to herself as she rummaged through the two men's pockets.

"Who are you?" one of the fallen bodies groaned as she fished his cell phone from his jean's pocket.

She paused for a moment and in the dim light he could barely make out her features. Most of her face was covered by a pair of oversized white sunglasses, but he could see the outline of a set of full lips and olive skin illuminated by the dim light coming from the street. Light brown hair cropped close to her head completed her appearance, and he decided that – under normal circumstances – he would have considered her a piece of exotic eye candy.

"Don't worry about it," she grinned before hitting him on the side of the head, sending him into unconsciousness.

Hibari Kyouya was not pleased in the least. In fact, there was no word for how infuriated he was at the moment. Some damn herbivore had gotten to his prey before him. He had spent weeks tracking that drug ring, and every time he would get close to bringing them down something would happen and they would become more cautious, making it nearly impossible for him to find their trail again. Now imagine how beyond pissed he was to find out that the leaders of said drug ring had been dropped off at the front steps of the police station.

Oh yes, heads were going to roll.

In a vain attempt to find a smidgeon of peace in the midst of his inner turmoil, Hibari stalked up the stairs leading to the roof of the third-year building of Namimori Chuu; his sanctuary, if you will. Much to his displeasure he found that someone else was already occupying the space.

He couldn't quite tell if the herbivore was male or female – not that it mattered, he would bite them to death anyways. The herbivore stood with its back to him; obviously it wasn't the smartest one around if it was ignoring him so blatantly.

He clenched his jaw in anger as he stalked over to the herbivore; skipping class and disregarding the uniform were major offences at Nami Chuu, and he was going to make sure that this herbivore never forgot that. His metallic orbs narrowed into a deadly glare when he saw a thin trail of smoke rising from the herbivore.

Reina let out a long stream of smoke along with her breath as she looked out over the grounds of the local middle school. In a different life she would have attended this school, and a part of her longed for the foreign idea of a normal life.

No use thinking about things you can't change, she chastised herself as she took another drag from the joint pinched between her fingers.

She heard angry footsteps beating on the stairs behind her but she paid no attention to it. Her guess was that it was a student skipping class – but she found that she didn't really care at this point in time. She regarded the half-burnt stub between her digits for a moment with a wry frown on her face. Why did she even bother with drugs? And with marijuana, no less? It's not like she'd lifted enough from those drug dealers to actually give her a high; yet here she was, smoking away.

She cast a bored look over her shoulder when she heard heavy footsteps approaching from behind her. It was a boy around her age dressed in a pristine school uniform, his ebony hair was tousled perfectly and partially obscured his metal-grey eyes. She immediately decided that this boy was not to be trusted.

A flash of red caught her attention as the sleeves of his jacket fluttered in the wind and her mind flicked through a series of languages until she came upon a match to the gold symbols stitched into the fabric.

Disciplinary Committee? She regarded him with an arched eyebrow for a moment before she turned back to gaze out through the chain-link fence. She highly doubted that this student could do anything to harm her even if he tried.

"Herbivore," the boy growled in a low voice, "what are you doing here?"

Herbivore? Reina thought with a light scoff, was that supposed to be an insult?

"I don't see how that's any of your business," she declared as she flicked the smoldering stub through the fence, it wasn't like it was doing anything for her anyways. She turned around so she could face the boy head on and crossed her arms over her chest, shifting her weight to one leg and assuming the tradition female confrontational stance.

Hibari glared darkly at the herbivore standing defiant before him. He could see now that the herbivore was in fact a girl about his age – maybe a little bit older – and he did not like the spark that danced in her brown eyes one bit. It spoke of everything he stood against; rule breaking.

"You are in violation of the dress code, herbivore," he informed her in a flat tone as he drew his tonfas from his coat, "and for that I will bite you to death."

"Hmm, kinky," the girl hummed with a mischievous grin, "but I'm afraid I'll have to pass. I have a previous engagement that I need to attend to."

His glare darkened considerably, this herbivore thought that she could simply brush him off? She was in for a rude surprise then. She started to make her way towards the door propped open by a spare brick behind him and he swung one metal tonfa at her head. A sharp clang reverberated down his arm when his weapon met a thin metal staff. So this herbivore carried a weapon? Another rule broken.

"Weapons are prohibited on school campus," he smirked as he pressed more weight against the girl's staff.

"Like you're one to talk," she snorted before taking a step to the side and withdrawing her staff, causing him to stumble forward.

His rage was now at least double what it had been before he had come to the roof. Not only had his prey been snatched away from him, this herbivore was playing him for a fool! He swung again, this time aiming for one of her kidneys – he didn't really care which one. She easily twirled away from him and stood with her almond-shaped eyes set into a glare that could rival his own.

So it's a fight he wants? Reina thought as she felt her temper rising.

She twirled her staff expertly in one hand before settling into a fighting stance, collecting the bounty could wait until she taught this boy a lesson. He lunged for her with a tonfa drawn back ready to strike and she side stepped again, sticking one end of her staff out to catch his ankle as he passed her. He didn't fall – much to her disappointment – but he did stumble a bit and she struck him in the back of one knee, causing him to kneel on the ground for a split second. He was back up in the blink of an eye and attacking with a renewed vigor.

He must be angry, she mused when she noticed his moves were a bit sloppier than before.

It was easy to slip beneath his "defense" – if that's what you wanted to call it – now that his style had degenerated to him swinging wildly in rage. With a flick of her wrist she sent his weapons skidding across the concrete and held one end of her staff against his windpipe.

"Dead," she said barely loud enough for him to hear, but she could tell by the narrowing of his eyes that he had.

She removed her staff and turned away; her lesson had been taught and obviously received. He might be the best by middle school standards, but he was barely a blip on her radar.

She twirled her staff once more as she passed through the door and knocked the brick away, allowing the heavy door to swing shut behind her with a heavy thud followed by the click of the lock falling into place.