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It was that time of the week, where you and Mukuro would casually meet up for your regularly scheduled 'outings', which was actually a date but Mukuro had often declined that it was anything but that.
"Kufufu, now I wonder how I can use you to amuse me this time." he teased, while strolling right next to without a care in the world. You and Mukuro had known each other since the first year of highschool through being in the same class and often being paired up because no one dared to be around that guy despite his onslaught number of adoring fans. Now in our third year of highschool you'd like to say that you've gotten to know Mukuro a little better. Or not.
Miraculously the both of you two start dating a few months ago after your confession, which you in turn received the most confusing answer to. You looked up at the peaceful sky of Namimori and reminiscenced that moment.
The answer is No. Not because I hate you, I could never hate you. But it's because even if we're together, we could never truly be together.
You had remembered confusion on your part and a lot of debating as well, with you saying that you'll be fine with that as long as he allows you to be by his side. Which he eventually concedes and thus the start of this confusing relationship.
You snatched a glance at him through the corner of your eye and wondered if throughout highschool you had read him wrong somehow and that maybe there wasn't anything forged at all through your innocent touches and short moments of affection that only you were able to see from him, minus Chrome.
You couldn't deny that the few months you shared together was anything but amusing because it was a series of strange events that really left you flabbergasted. There was a time you walked in on him 'sparring' (sans attempting to kill) the disciplinary chairman, and a time where the regular meet-up at kokuyo land was left with nothing but an onslaught of bloody pineapples and a barely breathing Joshima Ken, who is part of that delinquent group that Mukuro runs and which you had eventually gotten to bond with among these three years of highschool.
The stroll among the shopping outlet was uneventful but both you and Mukuro shared a comfortable and companionable silence with one another.
'The guy is an enigma.' You thought.
There were times you doubt your relationship, because of the lack of affectionate moments given to you these few months in comparison to the two (and give or take a few months) where you'd consider yourself his friend, and no longer human waste by his standards.
Although, during the few months you were dating him, he did often did try to hide his face for some strange reason more than usual whenever he was around you, which led to you assuming that you had probably angered him somehow, of course confronting this to him was impossible and it was something you find hard to do in general.
You understood clearly when he came out and told you that he was part of a rather well-known mafia family. And of course, you freaked out but not by much, because after all, if it was Mukuro she was thinking about it's not all that hard to imagine that he dealt with shady business on the side somewhere. (just look at the people he hangs out with and how crazy athletic and charismatic he is in comparison to even the brightest student at school.)
You have convinced yourself that it was fine, because he was apparently rather high up on the mafia business and he was smart enough to know when he has crossed the line. Which isn't the problem obviously because you had found out by accident that he was in that sweet brown haired boy's supposed crime syndicate, which you'd been informed and thoroughly explained to, considering your closeness with both Mukuro and Chrome. Which had probably reduced a few years of your life-span and added more (probably death-inducing) spice into your rather average lifestyle.
And somehow you were fine with all that mafia jazz and eventually learned to get used to the magical colorful flames and the fact that death welcomed you in almost every corner of the way, then was the beginning of a beautiful, strange friendship(?) with Mukuro, and eventual romantic(?) one. Well, if you count one-sided teasing, illusion pranks, and enjoyable weekends of playing video games as romantic, then sure.
You had assumed what he had meant in his answer to your confession that it was because of the mafia that he can't truly be with you, but one day in and you had realized that he had meant something else.
You had even begun to think that maybe what he meant was that he could never see you as anything romantic which led to the worst conclusion: that he was being held back by you somehow and that you needed to catch a hint and call this off.
You had snapped out of whatever you were thinking because of the ugliest tent you had ever laid your eyes on. A big and flashy purple tent right next to a fountain in the middle of Namimori shopping outlet. It had golden embroidery traced around every nook and cranny of the damned thing and three extremely big (and obviously fake) emeralds highlighting the very top of the tent, there was a shady sign, "Fortune Tellings Inside! Price depends on however I feel."
You sweatdropped, 'this is obviously a scam.'
Unbeknownst to you, Mukuro had a sly smirk on his face obviously this helped having his boredom slightly sated in the form of this horrifyingly ugly tent and his lover's reaction to their fortune.
"Why don't we pay a small visit to this establishment?" Mukuro asked in a voice that had anything but good intentions. He was obviously using you as an outlet for some entertainment by the sound of his voice and his poor attempt at an innocent gentlemanly face.
You shook your head, "N-no way! I don't even want to get my fortune told. Besides, I don't believe in things like higher beings, occults-" before you even know what's going on, Mukuro had snaked his arm around your shoulder with his other arm gently (and somehow roughly at the same time) shoving you closer to the entrance of the tent.
"Oya, whoever said that you should get your fortune told. I was talking about me, I am hoping they do seances."
"O-oh, that's fine I guess." You nodded approvingly, although what you had actually wanted to say was that why the hell was he bringing you along if he was the only one getting his fortune told. But again, with the infamous Rokudo Mukuro there was no say in what anyone else wanted.
You mentally sighed, and just hoped that the owner of the establishment was out on linner (very late lunch or early dinner? It was 4 pm after all.) Because whenever Mukuro had that face on nothing good could possibly come out of it.
But, then again, maybe it was just a harmless fortune telling and she actually was curious about her studies. (college entrance exams are a pain in the butt.)
You shuddered slightly at the proximity between you and Mukuro and you can faintly smell his intoxicating yet comforting and familiar fragrance, you fixed your reaction before Mukuro could have another chance to get a rise out of you.
You groaned as you were finally lead into the tent. "I can't believe you're making me do this." you whispered angrily.
"And I can't believe how red your cheeks are right now." he replied back. "Ugh, Mukuro!" was the only intelligible reply you could muster up at that very moment as you slowly adjust yourself to your surroundings.
The place looked absolutely messy, kind of like what you would expect from a full-time med student in Tokyo U. In short, it had looked nothing like a fortune teller's place. At all. Except it was dark and that there was a curtain that maybe led to a back room, if you could even call it that.
You could briefly make out a glass-like orb underneath all the mess and books (and possibly fungi?) in the middle of a low brown table.
"It looks like no one's here." you said, trying to mask the hopefulness in your voice, you hated playing into Mukuro's wild scenarios, it always led to him gaining more blackmail material which he often used against you, it doesn't help that you were socially inept either.
And as much as lady luck is against her as the sky is blue, a flashy dressing guy with a (obviously fake) afro and star shaped sunglasses had came out of the curtain.
Oh, great. So, this is a shady place after all.
Mukuro ignored you, and went ahead and put on his usual charming face that obviously says that he is actually the devil in plain sight, but no one seems to notice this, as per usual.
"Ohh! Customers! I'm so sorry, I hadn't heard you come in at all, my apologies. I was watching my favorite K-drama in the back!" The man's appearance (and smell) was enough to make you jump out of the tent already.
"Actually, we were about to leave. Sorry for the sudden intrusion-" you freeze when you felt Mukuro's tight grasp around your wrist.
"Now now, we had stumbled into this gentleman's establishment without a single word. It would be rude to leave now." Mukuro's eye practically sparkled. You could tell he's enjoying this already.
The fake afro fortune teller nodded his head. "Welcome lovely customers! My name is Umibozu Shu and I am a totally certified and legal fortune teller! So, perhaps you two would like a peek into the future? Or perhaps a flashback into the past?" The man's (Umibozu's) mannerisms were absolutely eccentric to the point that he looked like a chuunibyou otaku.
You mentally bashed your head on a wall, but Mukuro merely smiled and pressed on.
"Kufufu, I would like to request a seance."
"Nope. We unfortunately don't do that here." Umibozu replied quickly.
"Ah, how unfortunate. However," Mukuro held on to your shoulders and gently pushed you towards the pillow seats near the brown table. "This shy young lady would like to have her fortune taken."
"What-" before you even got the chance to protest, Umibozu perked up and grabbed both you and Mukuro on to the seats opposite to him and he clumsily proceeded to throw everything (minus the glass orb) off the table.
"What kind of fortune would you like, young miss? Hmmm?" The fortune teller was practically oozing flowers from excitement, and by the look of this place he probably hadn't seen any customers in a while, to which you eventually gave in from pity.
What kind of fortune? You remembered your rather low score (a 49) on your recent math exam.
"I-" but just as you start to speak. The fortune teller cut you off, with a fast and enthusiastic holler. "Oh! Speak no more I, the amazing Umibozu will look into your deepest and darkest desires," you started to hunch back from the close proximity and the fortune teller's nose was practically touching yours.
You stole a glance at Mukuro and saw that he had his elbow on the table his hand covering his mouth, facing the opposite direction from you and the fortune teller, as well as the slight shaking that you could make out from his shoulders. He's definitely enjoying this..
The fortune teller closed his eyes and oom'ed and ahh'ed. And eventually he opened his eyes wide and slammed his hand so hard on the table, that it had surprised the living daylights out of you.
"I see that what you two need is," and the imaginary drumroll plays.
"A COMPATIBILITY TEST!" he said at last.
You and Mukuro blinked at what that man had just said. Just as you were about to protest or say something to that effect, you saw the look in Mukuro's face. It was clear as day to you that he was curious and at that point, he'd probably deny that he was even the slightest bit interested in this compatibility test if you were to say anything to protest. Mukuro was a confusing man like that.
He was playful to an irritating extent, but he was always patient and will listen to your consent at the very end. You smiled and took Mukuro's hand from under the table. He noticed this and stared into your eyes with his usual stupid (yet weirdly handsome) smirk on his face. You mentally irked.
You consented to the compatibility test.
"Okey dokey, so all I'm gonna need you two to do is hold hands and close your eyes, make sure to feel and think about each other and block out anything else from your mind,"
That shouldn't be too hard.
You closed your eyes, placed your hand on Mukuro's and began thinking about the person that Mukuro Rokudo was.
How he always tried to get a rise out of you, all coyful smirks and teasing comments about how you looked whenever you were blushing from embarrassment and anger with brows furrowed and pouty lips.
How Mukuro would pinch your cheeks hard whenever you feel like you finally one-upped him, and how despite all his paleness, he was warm underneath that cold exterior.
The time when he coldly told Chrome that she wasn't allowed to keep an injured animal due to how much 'he hated animals', when in actuality, he took it away in fear of rabies and took the small animal to a vet to ensure safety.
And most of all, the rare time you caught him looking up into the sky with a foreboding expression on his face that you thought you would've never seen from someone like him.
The fortune teller hollered again, this time managing to surprise Mukuro as well. If only slightly.
"You may open your eyes now." The fortune teller said, calmly.
"Your compatibility is…" The fortune teller gasped almost comically and dramatically that it looked as if he was about to suffer from cardiac arrest, which honestly kept you more on edge.
"Is?" you tried to get him to continue on, meanwhile mukuro was silent the whole time.
"I-It's off the charts! Your compatibility is absolutely perfect!" The fortune teller said. Before you even got to say anything though, you heard a "YES!" right next to you and you (and the fortune teller) turned your attention to see Mukuro kind of fist-bumping into the air, until he froze realizing what he had said. The long moment of silence lasted for a while. Mukuro coughed into his fist rather awkwardly and uncharacteristically.
"I was...temporarily possessed." he managed to say with a light pink dust over his cheeks.
You smiled and looked away trying to hide your goofy grin and stifle your laughter to yourself.
Perhaps there is something connecting us both together, after all..
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Okay, so I tried my best to make the reader seem as bland and ambiguous as possible and I hope it worked! ALso this story was havily influenced by another story that I've read in AO3. This was originally written for Mukuro's (AKA Trash Man) Birthday. And I just think this guy deserves more love and such, but I don't trust my writing at all lmao. Although for all the ambiguity, it seems I made the reader in this story had this kind of TSuna-ish personality lol. I hope you enjoyed this really weird and kinda OOC story! And have a swell day!