This is dedicated to Su-kun. She answered my plight with these themes when I went crying to her about my block this afternoon. I have, like, seven fics in the pit of stuck. Three of them are 6927 fics intended for the fanday. (hint of me posting for really really late fanday fics somewhere in the future..) ;o;
Meager as these are… I did try. ;o;
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(Dream)
He sometimes feels it, the vague uncertainty plaguing his heart dormantly.
Is it weird? He thinks. Is it weird to love someone whom you can only meet in your dream? Is it weird to find you are expecting, anticipating, whether or not you will meet him every time you climb onto your bed to sleep?
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(Believe)
Of all the people that have walked into his life, he never thought it'd be Mukuro.
It was Kyoko until just a few years ago. The girl is of sunshine and cheery summers, of sweet smiles and kind supports.
If he could choose, he'd rather stay as he was, wallowing in the one-sided love towards her. It'd be less dangerous, less painful. But, choose he couldn't, so he has to face it.
Mukuro, in all his embodiment of wicked smiles and often tangerine personality, is highly unpredictable at times. His words, more often than not, are toxic, saccharine poisons that subtly ensnare you, so that without you even knowing it, you've been tangled within his web.
Tsuna has learned since long that the best way is to never believe a word the other says. Yet, not believing is hard when Mukuro says the words of affection like he really believes them himself.
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(Fire)
Like fire, like vice, his touches snare and burn him through. The intrepid stimuli flow under his skin, affecting him like he's never been before. He's struggling, not to get away, but to get closer to the other.
The other won't let him. Instead, Mukuro catches his hands and bends down to kiss him softly. Warm tongue licked the seams of his mouth. Tsuna yields willingly, opening his mouth to invite Mukuro in.
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(Lose)
He wakes up to the darkness of his room, uncouth lust coursing strong in his senses.
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(Fear)
Don't pity him. Remember what he has done to you.
Eyes like molten ruby and indigo sapphire, the most striking part of Mukuro's feature, often speaks of contempt and disdain. When Tsuna looks into them, sometimes he is reminded of Reborn's words.
He is afraid, not of the man, but of what Mukuro's contempt can drive him to.
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(Happy)
He observes the clear tide rolls around their ankle, sea water and sands tickling his skin.
"Does it count, Mukuro, when you're happy in your dream?" he asks.
"Only what counts counts," Mukuro answers vaguely.
Tsuna tightens his hand around Mukuro's.
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(Kiss)
Mukuro leans forward, slowly.
Tsuna watches in fascination, the details of Mukuro's irises. He doesn't quite know where to focus, whether into the different shades of brilliant red inlaying the number six, or into the beautiful shades of indigo and teal and sky blue.
Then, Mukuro becomes too close for him to continue watching. Tsuna has to close his eyes.
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Err... here is the bottom of my fail fic (if you'd call it a fic...). -sobs-
It seems like Su-kun still has several themes for me.. (err, at least she said she had) so.. this may have continuation.
H-HAPPY FANDAY!!!
~your fail!author