Day Job

Chapter 1: The Humans and the Vampires

Basic Information:

Century- 38,000's

Era- Age of Humans and Vampires Living Harmoniously

Hibari Kyoya:

Race: Vampire.

League: Hibari.

Birthday: May 5.

Blood Type: N/A.

Family: Parents (deceased), Brother (Tyl Hibari- Deceased), Nephew (Fon).

Pets: Hibird (skylark.) Roll (hedgehog).

Current Occupation: Bird Shop (For the Vampire Race only).

Age (Vampire Years): 18.

Current Mate: None.

Estate: Cavern.

Activity: Nocturnal.

Mukuro Rokudo

Race: Vampire.

League: Estraneo.

Birthday: June 9.

Blood Type: N/A.

Family: Parents (deceased), Sister (Chrome), Brother-in-Law (Daemon Spade), Apprentice (Fran).

Pets: Mukurou (snowy owl).

Current Occupation: Guide/Counselor.

Age (Vampire Years): 19.

Current Mate: None.

Estate: Forest.

Activity: Diurnal.

"Hibird, I'm going out," Hibari said.

"Hibari! Hibari!" Hibird chirped, before settling in his nest. Hibari smiled at his sun-rising bird, then walked out of the cavern that had been lightened by the morning rays. With a dissatisfied grunt, the vampire shut the curtains, and walked out of his lair, before heading out of vampire country and towards human civilation. He sighed, putting a hood over his head as he walked, for the daylight was hot against his skin, and he didn't appreciate it. The highest temperature he would tolerate was twenty degrees Celcius (room temperature), no more. The cloak he wore kept his body warm, but it never burned his delicate, porcelain skin. While things such as gashes and other cuts and scrapes healed flawlessly, something like a sunburn or tan would never be reversed, which was why the vampire worked so hard to protect his pale flesh. Besides, he didn't know what he'd do if he was mistaken for a human!

Hibari Kyoya was a beautiful vampire. His skin, a bright, pale color, was smooth and perfect thanks to his own precautions, and his hair was a sleek, raven-feather black, contrasting with the rest of his body. His eyes were gray, sharp as those of a hawk's, and they glowed silver as he prowled in the forest at nighttime. His pearly white fangs could pierce bone in an instant, and his muscles, sinewy, supple, and knotted together beneath the surface made him a fierce, strong male. However, his indifferent, aggressive personality made most vampires turn away from the idea of making him their mate.

The vampire walked along the stone path leading from his cave home, sighing as he came out upon a human community. He wove between the people - the humans - and he glared at each of them from beneath his hood. He hated humans with a passion, purely because of the anguish they had once caused his kind. Humans used to consider vampires a subspecies, and because of that, vampires had been bred as slaves. However, after a war painfully similar to a certain Civil War in North America, the vampires were freed and treated as equals in the legal systems. But Hibari would not forget the pain those humans had inflicted on his species, the grueling inferiority that raked across the hearts and souls of the prideful creatures, the screeches and cries of their families as the chains kept them apart, but even worse was the stench of rotting corpses in the dark, lonesome prisons where dubbed 'vicious' vampires were held. Hibari took the grudge against mankind wherever he traveled, and he never let anyone cut off the ring of metal and broken chain around his right ankle, because he secretly feared forgetting what they had done to him.

Hibari had been very young when he was freed, but not so young that he would forget what had happened to him. He was one of the very last vampires to have its chain severed, and it disgusted him to remember the day when he'd been tossed back out on the streets, no longer being of any worth to the family that once held him. Now, once more, to make certain the fact is clear, Hibari Kyoya hated humans with everything he ever had, not even letting them enter the pet bird store he ran for a living. Vampires only. That was his strict motto.

Unfortunately for them, no vampires were intrested in doing what humans could do themselves anymore. Most vampires took up musical or artistic occupations, and some didn't even work, because they had their fangs, and could hunt for themselves. Humans were the ones who farmed and raised livestock, for the vampires would have none of that. Sadly, as such, the vampires were forced to take care of any groceries during the day. And it was on this particular day that Hibari at last found help. As he navigated through crowds of humans, he quickly grew agitated, and his walking pace grew to a jog, until he was practically running through the village. But suddenly, he collided with another being, and he stumbled back, sore from hitting against the other being. He dealt the offender a fierce glare, and muttered, "Watch where you're going, herbivore."

"Excuse me," said the other, rubbing his collarbone where the other's shoulder had hit him. "I didn't mean to hurt you, there... I'm afraid I was in a bit of a rush..." The two locked gazes, and suddenly, Hibari realized that the one he had hit was another vampire, as was himself. Immediately, the air softened, and the two smiled at each other. "I'm sorry," said the other vampire. Hibari nodded, and surveyed the other with his eyes.

The vampire before him had silky, dark blue hair that was pulled up into a not-so-flattering pineapple shape, and his skin was a healthy, human-like tone, probably from being out in the sun without any cloak. The human-like appearance, however, was dashed by several factors. The crease in his lips hinted at the gleaming fangs beneath, for one. His eyes were mismatched, indicating to Hibari that he was what humans referred to as a magical vampire- one that was capable of creating illusions. "My name is Hibari Kyoya," said Hibari, standing. The other vampire hastily did so, and the two bowed to each other, for such was custom.

"Rokudo Mukuro," the illusionist replied. "Tell me, what's wrong?"

"Hm?"

The other vampire gave a warm smile, and handed Hibari a card. "Come see me soon, okay?" Before he had time to read the card, the ravenette quickly handed Mukuro a card for his bird shop. The other nodded, and stood up straight. "I'll see you soon, Kyouya." Nicknames were essential to a bond between vampires, as they made it clear that no threat was being posed.

"Farewell, Rokoudo."

"I prefer something cute. like Muku-tama or Roku-pii, for future reference," said the illusionist with a creepy grin, before he excused himself. Hibari scoffed at the other's unusual comment, but he was happy to have met a fellow spirit in these bright streets. He looked at the card, and his eyes widened.

"A guide?" he realized. "Damn! I should've stalled him long enough to read this. But I suppose tomorrow morning, in the twilight hours, I'll be able to contact him..." The vampire sighed, and fixed his hood, before moving on towards the grocery store.

A guide was a vampire that sacrificed their natural, nocturnal habits to assist other vampires in coping with the diurnal lives of humankind. They would prowl through during the day time, running errands and fetching food for vampire families, and some of them, as the case with this Rokudo Mukuro, were also counselors for vampires that were still injured by the emotional wounds of the past. They were truly good vampires, and Hibari knew it.

However, the ravenette frowned when he realized that this illusionist might try to get him to forget about what the humans once did to him. He sat down in a park bench, crossing his right leg over his left, and he looked with disgust at the chain that dangled down from the shackle he still bore. He would never let anyone erase those putrid memories from his mind. He was going to hold on to them for eternity, and no one could tell him otherwise. The next person to try and 'help' him would be beaten senseless!

Even so, as Hibari thought about getting a guide, he found that it might not be so bad. He had long recoiled from the concept of being helped around by another vampire, but out in the sun like this, it was hard to say that it was a bad idea altogether. The ravenette smiled to himself, and placed the card in his pocket, before continuing on. He would call this Rokudo Mukuro in the evening instead of the next dawn, for he found that even in a small matter such as this, waiting was simply not an option.

-End Chapter

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