WARNING:
This story contains: genderbend, possible OOCness

DEDICATION:
To my Mukuro as always.

LISTENING TO:
Snow Patrol - Run

This wasn´t the first time he had to go on a mission and yet the first day he was gone was always the hardest. Kyoya had used the day to clean up the whole house, even got a few branches of the tall cherry tree in the garden and placed them in a decorative manner on the table. The children were already at home but she had promised them that she wouldn´t come to their room since they wanted to do something she was not allowed to see. She wondered if it was about her soon to come birthday. Well, probably.
But for now she had to sit here alone until it was time to send them to bed or until they came on their own. She gave a low sigh. If one had asked her years ago, she would´ve laughed about it, but now she really missed him. Her eyes wandered off to the silver ring on her finger, reminding her of the promise they had made and reminding her of their covenants as well. The contract they had to make with those mafia people at the time of their marriage. Her father's attempt to get her from her boys and the endless trouble they had had until everything had been save.
Meanwhile it was payback time and Mukuro had to go on missions for the Vongola now and then. He tried to keep it to a minimum, but her heart broke every time she knew he was going on a mission. Of course she trusted in his abilities and she would never admit it, but actually she was scared and lonely. It didn´t help at all that the cherry blossoms were blooming everywhere, it made her feel nostalgic.

She could hear some steps on the wooden floor and her seven year old daughter stumbled in, she seemed tired. Kyoya got on her feet and walked over to the girl, pulling her into a gentle hug.
"I think it´s time for you to go to bed…" She said and caressed the girl's cheek.
"Can … I hear a story?" She asked with a yawn.
"Of course, come here. I´ll carry you."
She didn´t have problems carrying her daughter through the house and to her room. She put her down right in front of her bed and helped her changing her clothes to the night wear. Once the girl was safe in bed she gently covered her with the blanket.
"Is there some story you want to hear, my dear?"
"Um … Daddy told me a story of a prince rescuing his princess from an evil wizard and defending her against two mighty dragons that obey the evil wizard and then he married her and they had three children, just like Mommy and Daddy!" The girl explained whereas Kyoya looked at her in surprise.
"I … think you´ll have to stick to something easy as Cinderella for tonight." She said and tried to supress the shake in her voice. Mukuro had made a fairy tale out of their story and told it to their youngest child. She couldn´t believe it.
"Ah … okay …" The small girl replied but she seemed a little disappointed.
Kyoya gave a low sigh and then started to read the story until she was sure the girl was asleep. She gave her a light kiss on the forehead and wished her a good night. Then she left the room without a noise.

After she had sent the twins to bed as well she walked back into the living room. It was as empty as it had been all day. Not even the children had been here and she couldn´t bear it anymore. Therefore she decided to go to bed early. Mukuro hadn´t called her yet, but she was sure that he wouldn´t call that late. And if he did she surely would wake up and could answer the call.
It was a weird feeling walking through the empty and silent hallway, entering the dark bedroom. Usually Mukuro was already walking behind her even if he wasn´t tired but he didn´t want to stay up alone and instead would want to cuddle.
Another sigh left her mouth as she walked over to the closet to get some pyjama, but she hesitated as her eyes met the white shirt hanging on the outside of the closet. It belonged to Mukuro. He had left it there, because he wanted her to put it in the laundry later, but she had forgotten. She walked over and took the piece of cloth. As she pressed it close she recognized the barely existent scent the other one had around all the time. For a moment she was thinking. Then she took off her clothes and dressed into the shirt instead. It was way too tall but she didn´t care. It would be totally fine for sleeping and Mukuro wouldn´t even notice if she brought it to the laundry tomorrow.
Inhaling the well-known scent and lying on Mukuros side of the bed she was finally able to calm down and even though salty tears were running down her cheeks she was able to sleep in.

Once she was asleep a translucent figure appeared, sitting on the bed. It neither talked nor made another sound, it just watched over the sleeping woman. The mismatched eyes showed the desire and longing as he brushed over the black hair and gave a kiss on her cheek. She wasn´t able to feel it, because he wasn´t really there, it was nothing but a mere illusion. It was his way to make sure that everything was alright at home, but at the same time it didn´t cost too much energy. As much as he wished, he couldn´t make any more effort to stay here any longer and it was better for Kyoya if she didn´t notice this at all.
He noticed the shirt she was wearing and the fact that she had been crying, but there was nothing he could do about it at the moment. There were so many things he would have loved to tell her right now, but it had to wait until he was back home. Then he would be able to dry her tears and bring back her rare smile. With this thought he vanished, sure to come back the night after this as long as he would be able to return to his home.

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