Gokudera narrowed his eyes, his cigarette hanging from his lips as he glared at Hibari. He hated the Cloud Guardian. He always caused trouble for the Tenth. Way too much trouble than he was worth. They had a staring match for a couple minutes before Hibari spoke.
Gokudera was almost insulted. He growled and glared harder as if his mere gaze would turn the disciplinarian into a pile of ash. “I’d like to see you try.” he scoffed even though he knew very well that if Hibari really wanted to, he could probably turn Gokudera into a pile of meat. Gokudera really didn’t care.
With a cocky smirk, Hibari moves closer, flexing his finger as he casually approaches the bomber. As they stand nose to nose, he slowly quirks an eyebrow up, the same, confident look on his face. He knows that he’s more than enough to do as he wants with the other; no-one can match his strength, now, can they?
“Ha.. You think you stand a chance against me?”
Think again, brat; if there were anyway Gokudera stood a chance in hell of defeating the raven, Hibari would not be stupid enough to mutter the warning. He may seek bloodshed, but not indiscriminately, and fights are only fun when victory is narrowly assured.
“You will obey the rules, Gokudera Hayato, or you will get the fuck out of my town.”