Title: Ouroboros

Genre: Romance/Angst?

Rating: T

Characters/Pairings: Byakuran, Mukuro R., 10069

Summary: He who loves the one whom he hates to love. 10069.

Warnings: slightly OOC on Mukuro's part?

Status: un-beta-ed

Disclaimer: Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn belongs to Amano Akira.

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Hey...

Let's have a divorce, shall we?

This is, as you might've thought, not a sudden decision. I've been thinking a lot while I was working-when you disappeared.

You don't like me anymore, do you?

You don't like me who whined a lot. You don't like me who makes our relationship somewhat drama-ish.

Well, I don't like you anymore, too.

Or rather, it seems I never liked you in the first place.

When you think about it, of course there's no way that I would like you. You, who stands as a threat in my attempt to eradicate the dirty world of mafia. You, who never stops chasing after me, declaring that you're interested in me and demanding me to submit to your will.

I confess now: I am agreeing to your marriage proposal only because I want to use you.

You, who hold great authorities and prowess in various subjects. Becoming your 'wife', I might be able to use your assets to destroy mafia.

Then, when all mafia had perished from this world... I just need to kill you.

I realized that killing you is not an easy task-I've fought you before, I know how terrifying your power is. So it'll be a risky gamble. Either you or me die, and sees whose goal can be fulfilled. Or do you prefer the romantic way: to die together? Like Juliet and her Romeo, like Pyramus and her Thisbe...

Then again, we are not truly in love with each other, so we can't really be like them.

So, because this relationship cannot be hold any longer, let's have a divorce.

Thank you for all the chocolates-no, not only the chocolates; everything-you bought for me, for the sweet nothings you whispered to me when I had troubles sleeping at night, for the 'love' you gave me up until now.

I appreciate them all.

Sig-

"Mukuro-kun, what are you writing?"

An almost unnoticed gasp, and he looked up to meet those questioning, brilliant lilac eyes. The eyes that seemed to be able to read his thought...

"No..." He crumpled the letter that he had been spending hours to prepare, then burned it with his illusionary flames. "It's nothing, just a doodle."

The other man, of course, not believing his words so easily. Not after he made such suspicious moves. "Really now?"

"Mmhm."

"... well, if you say so."

Putting down the cup of hot chocolate that he bought from the kitchen on the table, he then wrapped his arms around his dearest wife, lovingly.

"It sure is cold today. Snuggling with Mukuro-kun makes me warm."

"You can just snuggle with someone else."

"But, I only want to snuggle with Mukuro-kun!"

"How come?"

"Because I love you, and snuggling with someone that you love makes you feel warmer than snuggling with someone else~"

"Is that so..."

Mismatched eyes glanced down at the arms that embraced him. Closing his eyes, he silently bit his lower lip and fought back the tears that threatened to roll down.

Perhaps I do love you, after all...

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END

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Written 4 months ago. For my Mukuro muse and you. You know who you are. Happy Valentine to us both :)