AN: Yet another plot that ran through my head, because admit it, Mukuro is sexy, especially in the TLY universe. This is going to be a series of short chapters, and like most of my stories it will be updated when I get the urge to write. I hope you enjoy it!

{Pineapple Menace}

After he defeated Voldemort he had been sure his plan was to continue his relationship with Ginny and eventually tie the knot with her. But ever since he had become the Master of Death, he hadn't been able not do nothing. His body and mind was too ingrained with the rush of battle, his instincts always lashing out at the wrong time, and his magic restless from lack of use. He felt like an animal in a cage that the Wizarding community had put around him so they could gawk at the boy-who-lived.

So in an act of almost desperation and selfishness he left Britain and didn't look back, traveling from place to place but always making sure no one recognized him. He wasn't naïve though, sooner or later someone would realize who he was, and then he would once again get swamped by his obsessive fans.

Of course though, wherever Harry Potter went, chaos followed. Even if he changed his name and his looks so he wouldn't be recognized. So when he decided to settle at a small town in Japan called Namimori, but he should have listened to his instincts and kept going. Too bad he didn't, and caught the attention of Mukuro Rokudo.

{Pineapple Menace}

Hotaru put on a welcoming smile when he heard the bell on the door chime and walked out of the maze of flowers, wiping his hands dry on his apron.

"What may I get you sir?"

The man standing on the other side of the counter, dressed in an all-white uniform, only gave him a smile in reply. From what Hotaru could tell he wasn't a typical Japanese male, he had dark blue hair that reached to his ears and matching blue eyes, something that only Tonks could pull off since she was a Metamorphmagus.

He saw his eyes scan the array of flowers before pausing at the Datura flowers that had just arrived.

"I'll have those."

Hotaru nodded and made his way toward the flowers, only pausing for a moment when he felt a gaze, that made his blood chill, set upon his form. He turned his head toward the only other person in the room, but the customer was looking at the Jonquil flowers a little ways off.

He narrowed his eyes for a moment before returning to assembling the plants, for a moment he had felt like someone similar to Voldemort was watching him, but the presence felt distinctly saner then the snake lords.

He shook his head to clear the thoughts and grabbed up the flowers, sharply turning when the presence from before was suddenly right behind him.

The man was only inches away from him as he stared with sharp eyes down at his form. Hotaru had to tilt his head up slightly, but he gazed into the blue eyes in front of him eyeing the sudden sharpness in them warily.

He instinctively took a step back; his magic rising in defense at the intense gaze, but a hand shot out and grabbed his arm pulling him forward.

"How very interesting." The man said, bringing up a hand to caress his cheek. "I had heard rumors of someone like you being here, but I hadn't believed them until now."

He glared and turned his head away, his magic rising and lashing out, only to pass through the man and destroy a good part of the wall.

Hotaru blinked, shocked when the man disappeared in thin air and turned his body to face the presence that had appeared behind him, strong arms wrapped around his form holding him in place.

A dark chuckle rumbled from the body behind him. "Oya, Oya, you're as powerful as they say Harry Potter."

He stilled at the name and decided to play innocent. "I don't know what you are talking about, my name is Hotaru."

The man chuckled in reply. "Unlike normal people Wizards are almost impossible to possess, most of them have a shield covering their minds making it impossible." A pointed object was suddenly pressed against his cheek. "But imagine my delight when I heard that the-boy-who lived wasn't as efficient as most Wizards are in that subject."

No, this man was more like Voldemort then he had first thought, especially going on about possessing people. He still wasn't the best at Occlumency, but he wasn't the Master of Death for nothing.

"I'll enjoy your body Harry Potter."

He didn't move as the object ran down his cheek, making a line of blood, the liquid making it halfway down his cheek before the wound healed.

"Oya?"

He didn't waste a minute longer and grabbed one of the arms holding him in place. "I'm sure you also were informed on how I detest someone trying to possess my body." He growled, easily pulling the man's form over his shoulder and throwing him into a nearby wall.

Before the man could get up he summoned up his magic and Disapparated to his home. Hopefully by the time he returned the man would be gone.

When he arrived back at his apartment it took a moment for him to realize that something was in his hair and he pulled it out, gazing at the Jonquil flower.

A feeling of dread fell upon him, a Jonquil flower had many meanings, but one of them stuck out in his mind.

Desire.

{Pineapple Menace}

AN: I hope you enjoyed it, be aware this fic is rated M for a reason. *smirks*

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