A/N: Finally! Here is my first multi-chapter KHR fic with an actual plot and setting. Yaoi of course because that is my pride, passion, and love! I hope you will all enjoy reading it as much as I will enjoy writing it! XD

Pairings: If you have read my profile (and know me real well), then you should know who my KHR OTP is. As for the other pairings… let them be a surprise ;)

Genres: Supernatural, Romance, other?

Warning: Some language, OOCs, violence, yaoi in later chapters, and some other things that the authoress can not point out at the moment…

Disclaimer: No… just no…

Chapter I:

Escape, Run, and Fall from the Sky

Cold.

That was all he felt and he was shivering heavily because of it. The chill of the night seeped through his aching muscles and into his very bones like needles, making him feel like a walking and talking stick of ice. Usually, he didn't mind the cold. His kind were okay with any kind of weather, just as long as it isn't too much of anything, but right now, in his weakened state, the simple coldness of the night was getting to him more then ever before.

He was weak. He hated to feel weak, to feel useless like in the times before he found out about his lineage. That was years ago of course and he had grown so much over that span of time, but it was his secret fear in reverting back to his weak and cowardly form. He never wanted to feel weak and useless again. But at least, this time, there was a reason as to why he was in that state. It was because he was hungry, deprived of the sustenance that his kind needed to survive. It had been days since his last Feed, maybe even weeks, and his body was reacting in ways that he didn't like. He didn't want to shiver from the trivial cold and he didn't want his muscles to ache yet flex instinctively when the thought of Feeding crossed his mind. He disapproved of Feeding the old way and had long ago given up doing so, so he didn't want to give in to his natural instincts now. Not only would it blow his cover hiding in the bushes on the forest floor, but it would also turn him into a mindless savage.

The only thing tying him down to the last shreds of his sanity was the thought of returning to his home, to his loving friends and family, all in one piece. He definitely wasn't going there in a body bag, or worse, multiple ones, maybe small ones.

Trying to calm his growing natural instincts, he held his breath and listened to the forest around him. Save for the whistling wind and rustling of leaves, nothing could be heard in the eerie silence. Of course, he could hear much better if he could just drown himself in some good ol' life liquid, but no such luck like that would happen anytime soon. Right now, his abilities dwindled to below average on the scale that his kind applied to, just nearing the average human level. But his abilities were still above the level of an ordinary human, so if he could just…

Something zing-ed past his cheek and he reflexively jumped in surprise, causing him to roll out of the bush he was hiding in and show himself for the entire world to see.

"There he is!"

Or at least, for his stubborn pursuers to see.

"Over here!"

"Capture him!"

"Bring him back to the boss in one piece!"

Cursing every God known to man (and a few unknown to a majority of the human populace), the boy dressed in white shot through the forest, running faster then any human could go. His pursuers, a squadron of men adorned in white uniforms and wielding long staffs that emitted electricity at the ends, chased after the brunet boy who crashed through the undergrowth without any care for being quiet.

The squadron followed him, jumping onto tree branches and miraculously flying through the sky with boots that supported their bodies using different-colored flames. Those who followed the boy on foot opted to attack him head-on, which was a bad decision on their part for the boy's near animal instincts gave him a slight advantage. The men who attacked without thinking of the consequences found their hearts getting ripped out of their chest by a petite hand. They might not be human, but they still needed a heart to function and ripping it out pretty much equaled death.

The same went for a head and brain, as some men had their heads smashed or ripped off by the boy, who they greatly underestimated, even in the weak position he was in.

"Get reinforcements! Hurry!"

And hurry they did, for the boy was nearing civilization. That could mean chaos if he really was only relying on his animalistic instincts now.

Night should be a time to rest, a time where every living being should snuggle into their domains and close their eyes to sleep off the tires and aches that came with living. That was of course, unless one was a nocturnal animal. And there's also the fact that not all humans swung that way.

That was what irritated Hibari Kyouya as he sauntered through the dimly lit alleyways of Namimori. When he should be sleeping, the herbivores (as he called all of mankind) were out crowding on the streets and doing things in a very undisciplined manner. Occasionally, he would walk onto the sidewalk to get a better view of the city and easily catch those who were undisciplined, but he couldn't endure the crowding of all those herbivores. There were just too many tonight. He briefly wondered why that was so.

Kyouya stopped in his tracks and frowned at the filthy ground. Ah, of course; it was Sunday, the last chance the herbivores would get in "having fun" or "hanging out" or whatever other thing they called it before they had to enter their school or work place once more. How foolish and childish their thinking was. They should be sleeping early because of their responsibilities.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to calm his irritation, Kyouya continued his patrol. He had made it his duty, practically his job, to rightfully discipline this city and have it quaking beneath the sole of his shoe. He was successful thus far; every breathing person in Namimori feared his shadow and the whisper of his name had them running for the hills with a great plume of dust at their wake, but he was far from thoroughly disciplining them. There were still many upon many people that did things behind his back and never really took his laws seriously (which was probably due to the fact that his laws only benefited him, not the people), but even he had to face the fact that he couldn't discipline everyone. Just as long as those in his way got the beating they deserved, he was all right with the world.

And so Kyouya walked on.

He had arrived in the city. And what a wonderful, bustling city it was, teeming with people whose heart were pounding so lively in their bodies, pumping succulent liquid through their veins. It hungered him even more, the thought of those humans down below as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, but he still had his conscience, his humanity, and he refused to be taken over by the hunger.

The brunet boy in white spun around just in time to block an oncoming attack from one of his pursuers. Electricity crackled from the end of the long staff just inches away from his face, but he was able to avoid it and plunged his already bloodstained hand into the anonymous man's chest, feeling it rip past the ribcage and clench around a beating heart. With a slightly feral grin, he ripped out the heart, causing the man to gasp in pain as his back arched, then he watched the man fall to the ground of the rooftop they were soaring over. The boy landed not far away from the corpse and he stared at the heart that was still beating feebly and dripping blood into his hand.

He couldn't last long with his lack of sustenance. And even though it was against his morals, it was the only thing he could rely on. With that in mind, the boy lifted the heart above his mouth as he craned his head backwards. Gulping a bit, his mouth salivating at the glistening blood on the muscle, the boy opened his mouth and let the blood drip into it, finally easing a bit of his bloodlust. He crushed the heart in his hand, squeezing out the excess blood and causing it to drip onto his face and trickle down his arm. Once the heart was squeezed dry, the boy let his arm fall to his side and the shriveled heart slid out of his grasp, making contact with the ground with a sickening squelch.

The blood of his own kind tasted bitter and wasn't appealing at all. It was like bitter gourd with an unpleasant aftertaste and he didn't really know if it had any nutritional value to his supernatural body (unlike the aforementioned vegetable). It was also cold. To him, drinking the blood of his own kin was like drinking seawater in the arctic, but it was necessary to survive. He could already feel a bit of his lost strength return to him and he was seeing more clearly, hearing more clearly, and thinking more clearly.

There were many who were chasing him, but would they dare make a move in the presence of humans? It was forbidden to cause a ruckus in a place where humans were present and right now, there were many present down below. He could smell them, hear them, and if something major were about to happen… well… who knows?

The boy turned his eyes to the corpse of the man that had pursued him. The number of the man's comrades was dwindling (perhaps because they knew that they couldn't do anything in the midst of a human city?) and the boy didn't know if this one was brave or foolish enough to go after the escapee himself. Well, for whatever the reason, he was dead and now the young escapee had food.

Dreading what he was about to do, the boy approached the corpse of the man that had attacked him and bent down to rip off a portion of the man's upper garment, exposing a pale neck and shoulder. Gritting his teeth, the escapee leaned down and began to devour what was left of the man's life fluid, sucking the corpse dry of blood and almost vomiting at the bitter taste it left in his mouth. It was horrendously unappealing - the blood of his own kind - but it was enough to keep his bloodlust at bay, at least for the moment.

But what came next? What would his next move be? He was far from home, far from where his friends and family were. And if he tried to make contact with them, the enemy would probably find out about it firsthand. He had to go in search for his own kin, one that wasn't already under that man's control. Maybe they can help him?

"Feeding off of your own kind? I never would've thought that you'd do something so barbaric."

The boy pulled away from the corpse and swiftly turned around, cold blood dripping down his chin as he glared at the tall figure that stood upon a nearby transmitter tower. The figure wasn't wearing a white uniform like the other men that was chasing the boy; instead, he was wearing a black and purple uniform and was holding a sword in either hand with two more held on either of side of his waist, which equaled to six swords in total. The man emitted a fearsome aura, accentuated by the frown he threw down at the blood-stained escapee, but the latter wasn't affected by it. He was practically used to it.

"Genkishi…" the brunet boy growled out as he stood, attempting to wipe the blood from his face and chin but only causing it to smear across his skin. "So, you're the peon I have to deal with right now, huh?"

The other man's – Genkishi's – frowned deepened and he raised one of his swords, the blade glinting in the brightness of the artificial lights that decorated the city.

"My orders are to take you back to the base," said the swordsman, his eyes never leaving the boy's face. "And I suggest you come quietly unless you want to get hurt."

The younger creature only smirked before taking a fighting stance. "Then I suggest you try and make me," he said challengingly.

Genkishi didn't reply to the boy's comment. Instead, he jumped off of the transmitter tower, sword at the ready, and he flew towards the rather small opponent, intending to strike him down in one hit. To retaliate the boy jumped up towards the swordsman, intending for the both of them to meet in midair, blood-covered fists raised. He was getting tired of his enemies underestimating him so much.

After walking for some time, Kyouya turned a corner and entered another alleyway that ran in between two bars. He had just decided to go home, his patrol done for the day since nothing interesting was actually happening, but he stopped short when he noticed a group of five teenaged boys crowding around two girls who looked roughly high school level but whose outfits were rather revealing.

"Hey, c'mon baby, you two can have lots of fun with us," cackled one particularly tall thug with long scraggly hair and eyebrow piercings.

The rest of the group of males cackled along with him, nearing the two girls who looked more then worried about their current situation. Sighing to himself, Kyouya stepped into the light that the side entrances of the bars emitted as he took out his precious tonfa, feeling his heart beat proudly as his weapons glinted in the light. He wasn't one to play the hero and he was only doing this because it would mean disciplining these mindless goons with a good swing of his tonfa.

"You herbivores are crowding," Kyouya's deep voice rang out through the alleyway. Though his voice was mostly low, it had the desired effect; all seven teenagers turned to look at him and the girls' eyes widened at the sight of Namimori's infamous teenager with that everlasting frown on his face and steel tonfa held tightly in his hands.

"Oho! Well if it isn't Hibari Kyouya!" said the largest of the males, one who sported a buzz cut and was a real life stereotype of a school bully. "Why don't you get lost and mind your own damn business you meddling prick!"

Kyouya resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Honestly, why are delinquents so stupid?

"You're holding up my time and you're in my way," he said in his usual calm manner. He had no reason to get riled up about fighting a bunch of mediocre delinquents. "Either remove yourselves from my sight or get bitten to death. You have three seconds to answer."

The group of five males began to laugh. All the while, the girls they had cornered found an escape and they bowed their thanks to Kyouya before running off. The brunet paid them no mind and focused his attention on the delinquents, since there was nothing else to focus on anyway.

"You have some nerve talking to us like that Hibari," said the large male who can barely be classified as a boy. He grinned cheekily at Kyouya, exposing yellowing teeth which the latter had to make a face of disgust at. Fortunately, the delinquents couldn't make heads or tails of his expressions since they all almost look the same.

"Time's up herbivores."

And that was when Kyouya charged and swiftly landed his tonfa into the gut of the nearest pasty-faced delinquent.

Okay, so maybe the boy was overestimating his own abilities for right now he was seriously being kept on his toes as he fought the yellow-eyed swordsman. And it could barely even be called a fight! All he was doing was dodging and avoiding the sharp katana blades, almost getting caught but only coming out with a scratch or ten on his exposed arms and cheeks. The blood he drank from one of the white-clad men wasn't any good in regaining his normal strength. Sure it held his bloodlust at bay, but he still felt weak. In fact, he felt even more human because of it.

He needed more sustenance and fast. But he refused to kill an innocent human because of his lack of nutrition.

"Did you really think you could defeat me?" Genkishi taunted as he swung his sword through the air, nearly catching his target across the chest. "You could barely retaliate in this state you're in. It's almost pathetic, the way you're just jumping about and dodging my attacks like a rodent."

The boy flipped backwards, away from the black-clad swordsman. He landed right at the edge of the rooftop, on top of the low wall that prevented anyone from falling lest they get too close to the edge of the building. He was panting and sweat dripped down his brow, leaving a salty trail on his skin. The boy glared at Genkishi, wanting to punch the swordsman's lights out but was, unfortunately, unable to do so at the moment. Honestly, how come the people he fights just have to open their mouths and blab the fight away? It was annoying! A battlefield was a place for battles, not for small talk and taunting!

Genkishi must have been thinking the same thoughts as well for he hardened his gaze at the boy as he raised both his swords at his sides.

"I think my time playing with you is over," he said, slowly walking towards the boy who was perched precariously on the low wall. "I have given you ample time to strike back, but it's obvious that you can not. So it is time to finish this and bring you back to my master. I'm sure he'll accept you even with a few scratches."

Che, he's a damn hypocrite, but that's not the point anymore. The boy had to think fast. He had to get out of this situation before he was brought back to that white prison cell in which he had lived in agony for the last few days.

The boy looked down at the side of the building, seeing how far it was from the ground. It was almost ten stories and in his state, he could get seriously damaged if he fell from such a height. Looking around for any escape route, his desperate eyes fell upon a small group near the opening of the alleyway in which the building he was standing on was the end with either side occupied by small two-story bars. It seemed like the group of five (now only two) delinquents were fighting with a lone person wearing a black jacket over his shoulders. If they happened to see the boy and Genkishi fighting, that could mean unwanted trouble…

Wait… maybe this was his ticket out!

Facing his opponent once again, the boy put on a determined face and stood at the ready, carefully watching Genkishi's movements as the man walked towards him. He had only looked over his shoulder for a second, but with his enhanced senses it was enough for him to fully take in the appearance of the small group at the mouth of the alleyway. He was going to use them as a scapegoat, a shield, for he knew the laws of his kind. Even the enemy wouldn't dare do anything in the presence of a group of humans. Heck, even he shouldn't be doing anything in the presence of humans, but that was a risk that he was going to have to take for the sake of his survival.

"Are you ready to be defeated again, Vongola?" Genkishi asked and he didn't wait for an answer as he charged towards the stationary brunet.

The boy waited, putting on a show of looking overpowered (which, in one way or another, he actually was) as Genkishi sliced him across the forearms. The boy actually let himself get hurt, but he used the force of Genkishi's attack, combined with his own strength, to fly backwards and towards the duo fighting at the end of the alley (the other one had already been knocked out). Genkishi must've realized his plan at the last second for his yellow eyes widened at the boy who soared through the air.

"Heh," the boy said with a grin, his body finally shutting down, but not before he could get more words out of his mouth. "I'll be seeing you… Genkishi..."

Genkishi made to go after his opponent, but he was too late. The boy had already landed on top of a human and crashed onto the ground, his eyes closed and body completely limp with exhaustion.

Kyouya didn't know why he even bothered with such weakness. Not even five minutes had passed when four of the five delinquents fell to the ground, knocked unconscious by a quick strike of a steel tonfa to their face. The only one left was the large one with a buzz cut, who donned a split lip and probably a few bruises as well. The dark-haired prefect had to give the delinquent credit for lasting so long in a battle against him. Not everyone can last more then one minute.

"Damn you… I'm going to squish you like a bug," the large delinquent growled, gripping his hands into fists.

"Hn…" was Kyouya's only response (not that it counted as a response anyway) and he readied his tonfa. The battle would end quicker if he just charged right now and took the delinquent out, but he decided that he might as well let the other boy have his delusions in "defeating" the prefect.

After all, he did last more then one minute against Kyouya. That deserved some kind of special treatment.

The larger boy charged. Kyouya had a fleeting quote in his mind, something about "the bigger they are, the faster they fall" or whatever. He didn't really pay any attention to things like that. It was trivial and not worth his precious time.

Just as the delinquent was in range of the prefect's tonfa, something very strange happened. A mass of white suddenly fell from the sky, whipping through the air, and it crash landed right on top of his opponent, effectively knocking out the delinquent and crushing his face onto the hard concrete ground where blood pooled around his head. Kyouya didn't know what to think at the moment, but when he realized that neither the large delinquent nor the white mass was moving, he took it as an okay to relax his fighting stance.

Kyouya approached the heap on the ground, stepping around the other unconscious bodies of the delinquents that were in his path. He looked over the thing that had oh-so-conveniently knocked out his opponent and saved him the trouble of wasting more energy on weakling herbivores. What met his sight though was something that made his eyes go wide… and not many things can do that.

There, sprawled on top of the large delinquent, was a boy. Not just any boy, but a small, fragile-looking one who was also covered in blood. Kyouya would've left the boy right then and there because of his small and fragile image, but the fact that he was covered in blood certainly made a spark of interest light up in the prefect's mind, causing him to peer closer at the smaller brunet. The unconscious white mass was probably half a foot shorter then Kyouya with brown hair that was matted down with sweat and blood. His cheeks were round, accentuating his youth, and his body was skinny but nicely smooth around the edges. The boy was wearing a sleeveless white jumpsuit of sorts that was gartered at the ankles and sported a high collar. The front of the jumpsuit was practically drenched in blood, which would make anyone shiver at the thought of what the boy must've went through to get such a large amount of liquid on his clothes.

Kneeling down next to the two unconscious bodies, Kyouya lifted a tonfa (he didn't stow it back to wherever he puts them) and poked the boy in the head, wondering if he was still alive. His question was answered when the boy's head twitched and his closed eyes showed rapid eye movement beneath the lids. The next question that flitted through Kyouya's mind was where the obviously younger teen appeared from, having just fallen from the sky. He looked around at the direction where the boy had fallen and he noticed a dark figure standing on top of the tall building at the end of the alleyway.

He could see yellow eyes staring at him, but he couldn't get a clear view of the figure. Heck, Kyouya even thought that he was just imagining things for a second later the dark figure was gone, replaced by empty air and shadows. Kyouya looked around trying to spot where the figure had run off to, but unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how one looked at the situation) he was alone again with six unconscious bodies as company.

Looking down at the bloody smaller boy, the prefect pondered on what he should with him. The boy didn't really help him out or anything; he just fell from the sky at the right time, slamming into Kyouya's opponent and knocking him out for the prefect (even though Kyouya could just as well knock out that large delinquent). But still, Kyouya couldn't stop himself from feeling some sense of responsibility for the smaller teen. It would be troublesome for anyone else to stumble upon him and Kyouya himself was interested in the boy. After all, it wasn't everyday that someone fell from the sky, drenched in blood and covered wounds that the prefect didn't cause.

Knowing that he would probably regret this decision later, Kyouya tucked away his tonfa and grabbed the boy's slim arms before hoisting the limp body over his shoulder. The younger teen wasn't too heavy but he felt too light, like he hadn't eaten in days. That caused an eminent frown to show on Kyouya's face as he walked out of the alleyway.

He had a feeling he was going to be stuck with this boy for a while.

A/N: Ugh, I hate writing introductory chapters. My intros just suck and I already have future chapters planned for this fic! *sigh* Anyway, I'm sure you already guessed who the "boy" is and what he is. It doesn't take a genius to put together the pieces, but there is a reason why I put it in obscurity.

I am dissatisfied with the ending, but I guess I was in a hurry to post this soon. And does this have a bigger plot then just two boys falling for each other over a course of multi-chapters? Yes, there is going to be a bigger plot. How it's going to end is still out of my reach but I guess it's way too early to be thinking about that…

*cough* Well, thank you for reading and please drop a review! They up my confidence and make my ego grow! XP

Blooper (just wanted to put in a little something, something at the end :D)

Just as the delinquent was in range of the prefect's tonfa, something very strange happened. Nothing fell from the sky like the script had said. The actor that was playing the large delinquent was frozen in mid-punch a few feet away from Kyouya and the prefect himself was frowning at the sky once he noticed that the supposed-to-be-falling boy was taking too long to fall.

"A-Ano, I think something's wrong with the harness!" said a voice from up above and there was the boy, painfully dangling in the air for his harness that was supposed to "safely" make him fall was preventing him from falling in the first place.

"CUT!" cried the director off-screen. "SOMEONE GET HIM DOWN FROM THERE!"

At that command, a bunch of stage hands began scrambling about to get the dangling boy down to the ground.

"Hmph… herbivores," was Kyouya's only comment as he sheathed his tonfa and walked off to his trailer.

EDIT (2010): I just might do this every few chapters... Anyway, as you can see, I have italicized some of the dialogue. The reason for that is because they are speaking in different languages; most notably Italian because we are talking about the mafia here. But I left in the Japanese romanji because we're all used to it, no matter what language they may or may not be speaking… I don't know why that slipped my mind before. I guess I was just used to not italicizing things. The other chapters are the same as well and I have also edited most of my A/N's because, let's face it, they're a little annoying *sheepish grin* Thank you for reading and minding me!