Well, here's another 80Fem!59 fic. I tried to make it a little different and added a little Mukuro-madness. I think you'll all like it. I did! Prepare for Yamamoto's OOCness though. I added some of the spice a few of you recommended and now my fingers are fairly flying over the keys to get this story done! It may be multi-chaptered but not too many other chapters. Let me know either way?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own KHR or any of the characters or locations depicted in this fan fiction story that you may recognise from the anime/manga. I am only responsible for the plot and nothing else.

"Here, I guarantee you it will work."

Hayako stopped behind a wall listening to Mukuro as he talked to Yamamoto. She had heard the Mist guardian's voice and at once been wary. What were they up to now? Whatever it was it could never be any good since Mukuro was involved or her name wasn't Gokudera Hayako.

"She won't be happy about it if she finds out."

"Who says she has to? This is between us. Just slip some of it into her drink and you'll be pleased with the results. I promise."

Hayako peered around the corner, thankful that she was hidden by the plant, and saw Mukuro hand Yamamoto a clear vial of red liquid small enough to fit in his closed fist. Where that Mist freak was involved, nothing good could come of it. What on earth was he up to now? Yamamoto left one way and Mukuro came towards the door she happened to be hiding behind.

"What did you give him?" she asked confronting him directly."

"Oh? So you heard that then? But I can't tell you. It's a secret. For one of those, you'd have to kiss me." Hayako grimaced. He had been teasing and making passes at her for as long as she had known him and it hadn't pleased her one bit.

"Not if you were the last man on earth. What game are you playing now and what did you give that idiot?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest.

"I told you, it's a secret and a very good one too. Never mind your pretty little face, Haya-chan," he said stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. He was teasing her. He always did. She smacked his hand away and glared at him when he grabbed her wrist and held it behind her firmly thus pulling her up against him.

"Don't frown so much, bella, you'll crease that lovely face of yours. Although, I do like the way your eyes light up when you get angry."

She growled and managed to free herself but Mukuro seemed to be done with teasing her. He turned and walked down the hall raising a hand as he went.

"We shall meet again, Haya-chan."

His annoyingly ominous laugh followed him down the corridor as he went. Hayako peered around the corner again and into the room. Yamamoto was gone. Whatever was in that vial would no doubt be harmful. What had that stupid baseball freak gotten himself into now?

She walked into the room and looked around. He couldn't have gotten very far and in order to make sure he didn't mess up, which he most definitely would, she would have to follow him to protect the family.

She found Yamamoto in the kitchen preparing drinks. What on earth was he planning now? Haru was also in the kitchen and looking very tired. Yamamoto with his easy smile offered her a glass of water.

That was when Hayako noticed several things at once.

First, the little bottle that Mukuro had handed Yamamoto was lying on top of the trash can near her. Secondly, Yamamoto was looking a little nervous about the glass in Haru's hand although she had to hand it to him that his acting skills were superb!

That was enough for her to make a quick decision. She strode boldly into the room and looking Yamamoto right in the eye, she grabbed Haru's drink from her and drained the cup.

"Hayako-chan! What was that for? You could have gotten your own drink you know!"

"I'm sorry," she said grinning in the face of Yamamoto's horrified face, "I'll get you another one, Haru-chan."

She turned away from Yamamoto and went to get Haru her drink. She placed the glass of juice in Haru's hands and then took Yamamoto's hand and dragged him out of the room. Haru looked on confused. Didn't they hate each other? What was going on?

"Ha... Hayako-chan, w... what is this about?" asked Yamamoto following her at a close distance. She didn't reply. She dragged him down the hall and into one of the unoccupied rooms on the ground floor. She looked around once to make sure they were alone then she locked the door and whirled around to face him.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest.

"I don't know what you mean," he replied trying to look sheepish.

"I know you put something in Haru's drink today. What was it? What on earth were you thinking?"

"Oh, that, hahaha! Well, it was just a little something that Mukuro-san gave me... ano..."

Enraged that he could afford to be so carefree even at a time like this, she fisted her hands and strode up to him. She grabbed his shirt collar intending to give him a set-down but her hands and body seemed to be moving of their own will now.

What was happening? Why wasn't she stopping? At least the baseball freak had stopped laughing, but she flushed rather prettily when she realised why.

She had pulled him down and kissed him right on the lips! And, she was confused at her pleasure at this fact, he was kissing her back! His arm came around her in a movement that seemed as natural as the rising sun and pulled her to him. His hand went into her hair cupping the back of her head and holding her in place.

Suddenly the air in the room had changed. She was leaning against him and he was seated on the arm of one of the sofas. How they had gotten there, she had no idea. His lips teased hers open and even though this would have disgusted her at any other moment, she revelled in the things she was feeling. His hand dropped to her waist. His thumb traced lazy circles there building something within her that she didn't recognise.

What the hell was happening to her?

She pulled away long enough to catch her breath but he clearly had other ideas and was already dipping his head to her neck. She sighed as her hands went around his neck and rested there. She decided to try using her willpower against whatever was affecting her. She couldn't for the life of her, move away from him, but she could try and make sense of the situation.

"What... wh... what did he give you?" she asked. To her immense horror, although she only had a moment to think about it, her voice sounded breathy and husky and not quite her own. Yamamoto merely grunted and then hummed against and licked her neck. He sucked on the sensitive skin there gently. She gasped and found herself pulling him closer.

No, she wanted answers, not this gloriously blissful torture. She bit her lips trying to bring her errant scattered thoughts together.

"Yama... moto, what was in that drink?" she asked. Pulling his face away from her neck, she held in in her hands and looked into his eyes getting his attention.

"Oh, that," he replied with a smirk so uncharacteristic of him that it sent a thrill right through her. It took all her will power not to dip her head and kiss him senseless again. What was up with her head today?

"Mukuro-san said it was some sort of... love-potion," he said pulling her down to kiss her again. All of Hayako's thoughts came to a screeching halt. A love potion? That was what he had wanted to give Haru?

She pulled out of his arms immediately as if he had suddenly set himself on fire. How stupid could one get? A love-potion, seriously?! Then something else occurred to her...

"You were going to give it to Haru! You like her and she would have fallen in love with you, is that it?" she asked feeling very scandalised. Yamamoto smirked and closed the distance between them rather swiftly. She was annoyed with herself for having backed away in the first place. Now he had her trapped against the wall.

"I'm rather glad you drank it instead," he said with an evil grin that she had to admit looked good on him. Her heart hammered in her chest when he raised his hand to stroke her cheek, "I think I like Haya-chan better than Haru-chan."

She seemed to get her strength back at those words. She had no right to feel the thrill that came with those words. It was just the potion talking. Surely it would wear off eventually, right? She slipped away from him and patted her hair back in place turning to face him once more with a haughty frown, or what could possibly have passed for one.

"Don't tease me, Haya-chan," he said leaning against the wall and slipping his hands into his pockets. He crossed one foot over another and raised an eyebrow. He didn't make a move towards her so she gathered that she was safe... for now. Hayako frowned, nodded once with as much dignity as she could muster and walked out of the room. He had looked so bloody handsome it was going to kill her.

And she was going to kill the stupid Mist guardian once she saw him again...