Quiet footsteps tapped on the pavement, drawing closer and closer to the back alley in which Belphegor was waiting, drawing his attention away from the knives he was sharpening. He looked up with only mild interest, far more interested in his blades, but upon seeing the face that greeted him, he laughed in disbelief.

“Eh? Are you telling me that you’re my partner for the mission?” 

This wasn’t a joke, was it?

When he had been told that he would be working with a Vongola guardian, Hibari Kyouya was the last person he expected to see. Didn’t this man have a reputation for being unwilling to work with others? Didn’t he also have a reputation for not following orders and doing things the way he wanted to not that Bel was any better? 

“Thought you didn’t crowd?”