A/N: Alright! Next one in the series: Full moon.
I don't really own anything, except the shortness. D8
"Senpai, this looks so cool," a small male breathed. He was propped up in the middle of an ordinary bedroom, with a bed clothed in dark blue and black, a desk made of painted wood, and other various things filling the empty space. The red cellphone in his hands shook slightly, and he shifted on his bed, pulling his blanket closer to himself.
But that wasn't what was so intriguing.
The view from his window revealed a clear night sky that was littered with stars, dark green grass that was decorated with dew drops, and a shining lake that reflected the moon. In that same lake, lotus flowers were scattered around; they were opened and shining a lovely pink, and the smell of chocolate was wafting around them.
"Kufufufu. You've done well, to be a mafioso," A voice fluidly spoke. The younger male turned around from the illusion, only to face the master of illusion himself.
His senpai, Rokudo Mukuro.
Said senpai smirked, and moved to sit beside the smaller boy. "I see you've put effort into this. Combining the senses of sight and smell is impressive, for you." The brunette pouted. "It's not just sight and smell. It's also touch and hearing. And you might even taste the lotus if I make you eat it."
The blue-haired male simply laughed, allowing his kouhai to stare at him in appreciation and irritation. He dropped his blanket, opened his window and climbed out.
Walking to the lake, he dipped a shaky toe in the water, and gasped as he felt something nip it. He quickly pulled away from the water, his sea-green eyes wide in shock. The boy turned to the edge where Mukuro just happened to be there, lounging on the grass.
"That wasn't funny," the dark skinned male pouted. The older male just smirked, beckoning him over with a finger. Warily, the younger followed his senpai's orders, and slowly padded over to him, where he sat beside him.
"So, how was it? Was the illusion good?" He asked. Mukuro put a finger to his lips, as if thinking, and then said, "It was a nice gift, but not what I want."
The darker male blushed brightly. "Who said this was a gift for you? I just wanted to-" He was cut off with lips pressing against his, and he automatically fell limp. Those same lips smirked against his, before he felt a tongue slip into his mouth. He gave a light moan, and began to push at the stronger male's shoulders.
Pulling back, Mukuro gave another sultry smirk. "So you don't want it here, in the lovely world you created for me?" The younger flushed darker. "Not until you call me by name, damn it."
"Kufufufu. What a dirty mouth you have, Dezi."
"Hm, yeah, but this dirty mouth wrote something lovely for you." The brunette shot back.
"The full moon shines so bright
That the sun could only rival this light.
Under the full moon, lotus' bloom here
Along with you, whom I keep dear."
Mukuro frowned. "Romantic doesn't suit you." Dezi bristled. "You assh-" A finger was pressed against his lips. "But, I appreciate the gesture. Though I must say, you look cuter when you're mad."
The blush was back on the younger's face, and the elder was smiling. Removing his finger, he leaned down to his lover's ear and whispered, "Now, let's finish what we started, shall we?"
Oh. My. Gosh.
I feel full of fail. Ah, well. I own Dezi, he's mine, you can't have him. Happy birthday Rokudo, you awesome bastard.