Because my head works in mysterious ways. Part of this was sitting on my computer for weeks and tonight I decided to write more. Even if I should be working on my DRRR! fic...
Mukuro sat in the empty meeting room of the Vongola base in Japan. He sighed. The meeting was to start in half-an-hour. He had already put up an illusion to disguise the horrible hair cut he received a few hours prior.
"Just stay still, Muku-tama~." A 9-year-old you said happily to your victim. "Just one… more… snip~.
Mukuro Rokudo was sweating in his boots. You had talked him into playing "pretend" and somehow, that turned into playing hair-dresser. He was tied to the chair quite well, in his opinion, for a 9-year-old, and with a jump rope, nonetheless. He glanced quickly around the room, trying to find his discarded trident. To his dismay, the trident was nowhere in sight and luck wasn't on his side today.
Chrome had thought you were absolutely adorable when she found you on the street. She just couldn't resist bringing you home with her. Mukuro couldn't have cared less about you so he agreed just to make Chrome happy. He was starting to regret not thinking that decision through thoroughly before simply saying "yes."
While you continued to cut his hair, he watched the parts you snipped off fall gracefully to the ground, all the while contemplating how to murder you without upsetting Chrome or simply finding some way to convince Chrome you needed to go.
"Muku-tama! You look beautiful!" you said in awe as you held the mirror up to him. He slowly and reluctantly looked in the mirror.
It had been a Saturday, no wait, it was a Friday night- Mukuro recalled- when Chrome brought a scared, shivering you home. He smirked uncomfortably at the thought. He was really wishing she hadn't. At the time, the four of them, Ken, Chikusa, Chrome, and he were doing just fine. They had reluctantly moved into the Vongola base after much convincing from one Tsunayoshi Sawada. Who would've thought the young Vongola Decimo would grow a back-bone after all these years? It was the middle of Autumn and the weather was really starting to become dramatically cooler. Ken had sent Chrome out to get his favorite instant ramen; since they had run out he had already eaten all of it.
Mukuro was snapped out of his recollection when he heard the door to the meeting room open. "You're early, pineapple-herbivore." Kyoya Hibari said as he walked passed Mukuro and took his seat. "I'm not a pineapple anymore, Kyoya." Mukuro sighed before he realized what he had said. "Wait, I was never a pineapple to begin with!" He glared at Kyoya, who had an amused smirk on his lips. "That little demon Chrome brought home tricked me into playing 'hair-dresser' and I was tied to a chair!" he seethed at the Cloud Guardian. "Wao…" was the only response given.
Should I make more? Maybe have our precious [Name] bother Hibari? Inspire me, loves~
