Discord
Disclaimer: Katekyoshi Hitman Reborn are made by Amano Akira, owned by her, and decided by her too…
Summary: When Mukuro's obsession could bring disruption among the family, what should he do—as the right hand man to stop it? For the family. For the Tenth. For himself. MukuxGoku
Listening to: Utada Hikaru's songs.
Note : First of all, thanks to my (first) beta-reader SangreaFriaFic for correcting my structure/tenses and her patience towards my antic after I rushed her (I'm really sorry TT). THANK YOU AGAIN, I hope you enjoy working with me! I'm glad I decided to find beta, because…man, I didn't realize I'm still messed up with my English? (Talk about clueless…).
Second, this is my second yaoi-fic after tried with LanchiaxBasil I want to try another pairing and voila! 69+59 Not usual pairing, I know…-received glares-…I just want to it, (squirmed) really …okay, anyway…
ENJOY
Review is welcomed (wholeheartedly), thank you.
Prologue:
Cold…
Alone…
Forgotten…
I don't want this…
The thoughts ran through Rokudo Mukuro's head until he lost count. His body, chained by the various apparatus that kept him alive, floated inside the aquarium prison like seaweed. Or a preserved specimen, perhaps? He chuckled at the idea. It was such a fitting description of himself, he realized. He could always find a form of sardonic humor in life's grim situations, even his own current circumstances. Maybe that was the reason why people so often referred to him as 'sick'.
While so deep in thought, he hadn't detected the subtle changes in his lovely 'home' until he felt the water level drain down past his chin with almost alarming speed. Surprised, he instinctively choked as the respiration mask fell off. He attempted to hold himself up against the surrounding glass with his hands, but his arms refused to hold his weight. The end result left him limply crouched at the base of his aquarium, shakily panting as he searched for oxygen to fill his lungs.
Seven years in the water prison had deteriorated his muscles to the point that he couldn't even raise his upper body against the pull of gravity. He wanted to laugh at his own weakness. Really, he was the one who had framed the strongest hitmen in northern Italy to commit crime, and now here he was, crouching like the lowest creature on earth. It made his lips twist into a mocking little smile. Just kill me, and end this joke already…
"Mukuro…"
That voice…
The prisoner opened his eyes, trying to look up beyond the bitterly chilling glass pressed against his face. He saw the figure's lips move again, his name echoing through the glass. A brunette with warm caramel-hued eyes kneeled down, watching him with obvious concern. Mukuro croaked slightly as his mouth opened and closed, attempting to pronounce the petite young man's name, but failing. Comprehension darted across his gentle face as he realized what Mukuro was trying to do, and a tender smile broke through like sunlight through clouds.
Suddenly the glass that had contained him for so long was lifted. Mukuro's body flattened helplessly to the ground, wet and shivering against the icy metal floor. The name finally escaped his throat in a series of gasps. "Tsuna…yoshi…" He jerked as a warm arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
The Tenth Vongola smiled kindly down at him, tears already leaving gleaming tracks on his cheeks. His hand absentmindedly stroked the damp hair of his mist guardian, whose head lolled weakly in his rapidly drenched lap.
"Welcome back, Mukuro…"
The mist guardian just stared silently back up at him, blinking lazily as one single tear from the mafia boss dropped and splattered onto his cheek. Warm. He thought. Unconsciously, Mukuro curled his body towards the Vongola, searching for more of that warmth.
He felt peace and contentment for the first time in all these years of captivity. Swearing a silent oath to himself, Rokudo Mukuro gave in to his weariness.
Tsunayoshi, you're mine. And only mine…
Needed help! If any of you know some good places in Rome, usual good menus in Trattoria, Gelatos, anything, I'm really glad if you want to share it. Thank you.