Sweet Dreams
Summary: Giotto gets too bored in heaven, and he decides to mess with a certain Vongola X's dream...CRACK FIC
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. All rights go to the manga-ka who created this, and with also some references from other fics on this . I only own the plot. XD
WARNING: Obvious signs of Shounen-ai, slight harmless bashing of most of the KHR characters, some OOCness (Generally from Mukuro). Product of silliness and sugar intake.
Giotto was bored, very bored. Decades of peaceful tranquility and very few things to entertain himself was starting to irritate him just a little.
Riccardo is mad at me right now, and the rest of the Vongola successors are gone somewhere...what should I do next? He mused as he surveyed the surroundings, which was pretty much made up of swirling white fog, a couple of furniture and an occasional odd looking object that looked suspiciously like Sephiroth-eh, Lucifier.
Giotto had exhausted every idea he could think of, and it included testing his abilities on how far he could drive his predecessors insane, which sadly almost worked if he didn't fall asleep during the critical moment.
...No, Giotto was too mature to start doing those things and he does not suffer from narcolepsy. You'd better believe it.
As if on cue, a sudden dying will-I mean, idea struck him. What about the young (future)10th Vongola who looked uncannily like him? At the thought of how his poor-no, cute little plausible descendant's mind was about to get his dreams messed around by his possible Great-great-great-great-great-great-god-knows-how-many-great Grandfather, he couldn't help but let out a little snicker.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was going to have the most mentally disturbing and scarring-um, best dream of his whole teenage (Vongola Boss's) life, ever.
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On Earth, a certain 10th Vongola-to-be sneezed.
"Someone's talking about me again..." he muttered under his breath before giving a huge yawn. Reborn was already(presumbly) asleep. Ah, to the heck with it, he shrugged it off. Switching off the lights, Tsuna clambered onto his bed and gave a sigh as he sank into the warm and soft nest and drifted off to the land of dreams.
Unbeknownst to him, Tsuna was about to go through a life changing experience that would alter his mindset on the Bongola-I mean, Vongola Familiga Guardians.
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Narration by Giotto in italics
Once upon a time in Nanmori Town, there lived a family called the Vongola Familiga.
"Tsuna-kuunnnnnnnnn Wakey Wakey!"
Tsuna let out a reluctant groan as he turned over to the side, tightening his hold on the blanket and burying himself deeper into the warm recesses of the bed. He didn't want to wake up at all.
"A couple of more mintues Mom...Lemme seeb," his muffled voice floated out, barely audible. Tsuna wanted to enjoy his last precious minutes in this safe little haven before he goes through his day with oh, the usual, occasional bouts of dynamite explosions from his very royal self-proclaimed "right-hand man", going through some wacky assed "because-you-are-going-to-be-the-10th-Vongola-therefore-I-must-give-you-hell" training from a certain cute, but deadly home tutor, deal with a 'carnivore' who goes "I will bite you to death" and fights/beat up people everytime he sees crowds, disorder in his beloved Nanmori High or anything that irks him, oh, and an occasional creepy illusionist who had an...unhealthy obssession with Tsuna. Oh yes, he treasured his sleep very much indeed.
"Tsu-chan Stop dreaming my cute little wife...don't make me come over and wake you up...kufufufu..."
Firstly, there was Sawada Tsunayoshi, the head of the Vongola household, aka the cute little wife.
This time, Sawada Tsunayoshi immediately opened his eyes and shot up straight like a rocket and whipped his head around so fast that he almost wringed his neck. Almost.
"Mu-Mu-Mu-Mu-Mukuro..? W-w-w-w-Why are you in my room?" he managed squeaked out, backing against the wall. His instincts were screaming "Danger! Danger! Get your ass out of here like NAO plskthnxbai" The strange thing was, his Vongola supersense wasn't sending any warnings, but that wasn't important anyway. His gut feelings, obviously, mattered now.
A seemingly freaky smile (in Tsuna's opinion) graced the said pineapple head illusionist as he walked over to the now twitchy Vongola Decimo until their noses were almost touching.
Tsuna was happily married to Rokudo Mukuro, although there were some violent objections a certain Storm Guardian, the both of them-scratch that, Mukuro insisted that everything was fine and love was unconditional, and so wedding was held without any major or minor hiccups.
"TOO NEAR! TOO NEAR! KISSING ZONE ALERT!" Tsuna's mind whirled in panic as he darted his eyes to the sides, trying to look for an escape route and also attempting vehemently to avoid the pair of those mesmerising and hypnotic eyes. However, it was futile. Mukuro let out a soft chuckle as he gently cupped Tsuna's chin (Whereby he "EEEP!" at that), his red-blue eyes boring into those of Tsuna's honey brown ones. The young Vongola Boss was almost too afraid to hazard a guess as to what kind of feelings were swirling in those eyes of the pineapple king-eh, the Mist Guardian.
"Tsuna..."began Mukuro softly, his hot breath condensing on the face of the said young teenager, who was already freaking out and reddening rapidly due to Mukuro's actions. "Calm down and listen to me."
He did.
"Good. Now my darling Tuna (Tsuna cringed. "Darling Tuna?!" "Yes, darling Tuna"), this is not your room. It's our room. We're happily married. I am your husband, and you are my precious wife. Today it's my turn to prepare breakfast for the kids and you, and from your reactions just now, you do look like you are under a great deal of stress, so please relax today and leave all the chores to me while you take a day off and destress, alright?"
A short silence followed before Tsuna nodded dumbly.
"That's my cute little Tsu-chan," Mukuro said affectionately, ruffling the Vongola Decimo's hair before placing a tender kiss on his forehead.
"I will call you once breakfast is done so you can have a bit of a lie-in."With that, the now somewhat OOC Mukuro walked out, humming a sadistic little tune.
As soon as the door closed with a 'snap!', Tsuna sank down onto the bedsheets while his mind tried to process what Mukuro had said.
He was married to Mukuro.
Mukuro married him.
He was Mukuro's wife.
Mukuro was his husband.
They were lovers.
They hadkids.
"Oh holy fuck," he managed to blurt out weakly before proceeding to faint in shock, awe and oh I don't know, denial?
This time, you're not dreaming. Not only Tsuna did say the evil fuck word, he made it holy too.
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Somewhere up in the realms of Afterlife, a certain Giotto was whooping in evil laughter, nevermind the fact that he was doing something OOC. Vongola IV who had decided to make an appearance to check out on their 'head honcho', noticed Giotto laughing manically at the image of the new Vongola Decimo,who had apparently, became Giotto's new entertainment. Oh well, at least it isn't me, he thought, twitching in irritation at the past events invovling Giotto making fun of his weapon (sensitive spot)--the fork namely. He quickly quickened his pace and hurried away into the fog before the founder could see him. There was no way he was going to let Giotto poke fun as his beloved dining utensil-eh, dying will fork.
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A/N: OMGWTFBBQ have I done?! OO Okay, this story is going to be split into 4 parts, yeah, so do please R&R, people!