Title: Hell Frozen Over
Summary: There is only one way to describe their relationship, it is literally hell frozen over. It is a love so unexpected that it transcends reality and illusion.
Pairing: Mukuro x Gokudera, 6959. No, you didn't see that wrongly.
Disclaimer: I do not own KHR or any of its character, plots, etc. Only the plot and writing of this story belong to me. No money is earned from this fanfiction.
It starts with a hug.
He is at home, alone when two arms encircle him and an icy cheek is pressed against his. He turns around but no one is there. Gokudera knows who it is though, only one bastard laughs like that.
Such an innocent gesture
He wonders why no one else can see him. Gokudera is pretty sure Chrome is not fooling him; she is there, in all her female glory, never paying him any attention other than a polite greeting while the bastard hugs him from behind. Even Jyuudaime with his glorious hyper intuition doesn't notice as the bastard continues to nuzzle his neck.
Bloody Pineapple.
Watches you by day
The bastard just sits there, smiling that perverted smile of his and leers at Gokudera. Gokudera is ridiculously frustrated, he can't throw bombs (he paid for his house with His money, thank you very much), his punches pass right through him and the worst thing is, the bloody pineapple can touch him perfectly fine!
Your dreams by night
Again! Why can't he leave Gokudera's precious dreams of being Jyuudaime's best right hand man alone! The bastard changes the scene to a restaurant and Gokudera is in a suit. Gokudera storms out and this time it's a park. For kami-sama's sake, if he wants to harass him in the day at least let him have some sleep. Why? Because you always talk about Tsuna and he's jealous, the sensible part of Gokudera's mind points out. Gokudera blatantly ignores it like he's been doing for most of his life and tries to kill the pervert.
Is he real?
The bastard is always cold, literally. His hands emanate an unnatural chill and Gokudera can't help but shiver when those hands touch him. From the cold damn it! His kisses are like butterflies of ice landing on Gokudera's skin. And being hugged by the pineapple is like standing outside on a snowy day. That bastard is literally, Hell frozen over. It is probably the best way to describe their relationship acquaintance. But a really, really miniscule part of Gokudera can't help but worry. Whose skin would feel like those of the long dead?
Or perhaps merely a dream
Gokudera can't help but wonder if he's mad. No one and Gokudera means No One but him can see the bastard. Not even Hibari who has a pineapple bastard GPS built into him. But the pervert feels real enough, looks pretty real and always laughs normally (for him at least). So Gokudera is curious (that's called denial, the much neglected sensible part of him calls out) and wonders some more.
If so,
Gokudera admits he's fallen…bad. He can't get even concentrate on Jyuudaime anymore. It's all the bastard's fault. With his possessive embraces and cold, sinful lips…ARGH! Focus Gokudera! He wonders if he has been caught in a web, part of the bastard's plan all along. Gokudera really hopes Mukuro is real. It would not be good if he fell in love with a hallucination. But if push came to shove, Gokudera would force the (real) bastard to fall in love with him. Gokudera can be …persuasive too. It's only a matter of what's at stake. He shivers as the bastard kisses him. Oh yes, it definitely depends on what's at stake.
Pray to slumber forever more
and
pray that your prayers are answered.
-Fin-
I hope you enjoyed my first 5969 fanfic. Reviews are much appreciated. Cielo1207