A tall, slim, and handsome-yet-slightly-feminine figure walked down the street on Namimori Shopping District. His indigo color hair were tied up in a style resembled a pineapple. He has rather unique (if not creepy) eyes, an indigo left eye and a red right eye (which has kanji 'six' in the middle, if you look closely). He wore a white shirt with tight black jeans and knee-length black boots. Still, despite his appearance, he looked so handsomely-beautiful yet dangerous at the same time.

The figure, Rokudo Mukuro, kept strolling with long-elegant steps with no care in the world. It had been three months after he was released from that accursed prison, known as Vendicare or Vindice and three weeks after the Arcobaleno curse were removed*. He walked through the crowd and stopped in front of a Café.

*Cling* *Cling*

The sounds of bells chiming, the signal of an arriving customer. Mukuro walked pass the waitress and went to a table near the windows, slightly secluded from the other to give more privation, where a black haired Prefect, his rival *cough*lover*cough* waited him.

"Am I late?"

"Tsk"

Well, you might be wondering what were the two rivals doing? Today, 9th June was the Mist Guardian's birthday. Usually, he would never care about it, but yesterday the Skylark has kindly asked him (which meant pinning to him the nearest wall and shoved him a letter-containing the time and place where he should meet him-and left him without a word) to celebrate it together. Very Un-Hibari Kyoya-ish, right? The Namimori Demon had kindly asked someone to go on a date? Hell must be freeze now.

He sat down in front of the Prefect and ordered a slice of Tiramisu and a Chocolate Parfait for himself while he could see the other sipping his green tea.

"I was surprised when you asked me out Kyoya, I thought that the world's gonna' end soon. But really, to survive from these irritating crowds which you hate, I feel honored. Kufufufufu"

He chuckled at the glare the other man emitted. He bent his elbows on the table and rest his chin on his palms. He stared at the older man before him, eyes twinkled in mischief when he saw the glare intensified.

And the stare contest broke when his order came. After the waitress left them, he scooped a spoonful of his lovely Parfait and then went to his Tiramisu while the other man stared at him impassively, unconsciously softening his gaze at the younger almost-childish-behavior before him.

"Ne, Kyoya…"

The black haired snapped out from his reverie and turned his gaze at his lover.

"Hn?"

"Grazie…" The look Mukuro sent to the other male was real, there wasn't any mask or any fake emotions on it, full of love and sincerity. And without him knowing, the Skylark had pulled him into a kiss with uncharacteristic tenderness. However, when he was barely registered anything, the Skylark let him go and he couldn't help but pout.

The Cloud Guardian smirked with a hint of love in his steel-blue-eyes.

"Otanjoubi Omodetou, Mukuro Rokudo"

Fin…