A Mukuro/Tsuna drabble based on the events of what happens during the most current arc. Read & enjoy
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"Everything that I do, I do in the name of you."
"I don't believe you."
Those were the days. Days where playful banter seemed to always replace the usual polite greetings and where threats and gentle teasing seemed more at home... Nothing about that ever changed. No matter how many years passed by, nothing about their relationship ever changed.
There would always be the same old dog barking away at him every time he got too close, a baby that would kick and scream reminding of all the past sins that he had committed and a dangerous bird ready to peck out all of his eyes.
Nothing about that changed.
Perhaps he shouldn't have been happy with the things that never changed and should have been eager to proceed with progress. Perhaps he should have gone along with his plan to create a world filled with beauty erected by the craft of his own hands instead of waiting to see what kind of world that those hands of sky flame could have made.
"Don't you ever tire of this game?"
"I can't just quit now. There are too many people involved..."
Black gloved hands ran over the Vongola family's crest and thin strands of dark hair whipped in the wind. Yes, there were in fact too many people involved with this game now but who knew that he'd be one of the people that were mentioned.
Apparently something did change after all.