This wasn't the first time this happened, but if Tsuna had anything to say about it, it would be the last. His father, the meddling bastard, always managed to make himself an absolute ass. All Tsuna could do wasn't clench his jaw and fist looking at what was going on in front of him, as he tried not blowing the man up.
"You're practically the devil itself, damn it! Why the hell do you stay around my son?!" the bastard yelled, red faced at the blue haired man standing in front of him.
Mukuro simply laughed his own creepy laugh, standing relaxed and smiling. He might of been unaffected by Iemitsu's idiotic words, but Tsuna was angry as hell. Something that didn't happen often to the boy.
Iemitsu took a step forward, "It might have been fine while you were stuck rotting in the Vindice prison, but there is no way I will allow you around him now! You could hurt him, and my child would be a fool enough to be okay with it! Maybe I should send you back to rot in a cell! Or hell, even better I could kill you off myself!"
The fool wasn't done talking, although he had already said too much, "You have killed so many people, your a bloody murderer. You are better off dead than anywhere near the Vongola!"
Iemitsu took another step forward and lifted his fist, ready to attack. Mukuro materialized his trident, the infuriating smile still on his face, but there was something dark in his eyes. The blue haired male was actually the first one to attack, leaping forward, but before he could properly attack, the trident was forced from his hand.
In surprise, Mukuro turned to the one who took his weapon and his eyes widened an inch as he say who had taken his trident.
Tsuna.
Tsuna didn't look into the other man's eyes, maybe he would've seen something akin to hurt or betrayal. Instead, he look at his father. He didn't look down or move a single step as he lifted the trident himself, and slashed at his own arm. His eyes like a liquid flame.
Iemitsu and Mukuro looked on at the blood trickling down from the wound, to Tsuna's hand and down his fingers. They even watched the first drop hit the floor with a soft 'drip' sound.
Practically growling, Tsuna ground out, "Controlling me? Are you an idiot? Hurting me? You must be more of a fool than I thought," the blood continued to trickle down his arm.
"I don't care much about your opinion, but there is no way I will allow you to treat the people I consider important to me like you have. Maybe this will be a proper eye opener for you father," Iemitsu flinches slightly at distance Tsuna shows, "I trust Mukuro. And if you can't trust him, at least trust me."
Everyone present knew that those words were completely true, because with that cut now on Tsuna, Mukuro could possess his whenever he wanted and for whatever reason he wanted too, and Tsuna had done it anyways. Because he knew he could trust his mist guardian with his life. In fact, for the rest of his life, or for as long as Mukuro was alive, the illusionist could take control of his body, his life. And he had done it anyways.
For Mukuro this was stupid. To trust someone so completely was foolish. After all his experiences, this was something completely new to him. Something in chest was squeezed tight, making it hard to breath right.
Too much trust.
However, if the mist guardian really thought about out, he already trusted the fool right in front of him. Maybe not completely, not yet. Even still, the very fact the he trusted the trusting idiot in front of him was weird, unusual.
So maybe that was why, with all those emotions, he had throw his back and laughed. A deep bellied laugh that rang through the area they were currently in.
Too much trust.