Harro there. Dedicated to MoyaMetalDango13!

Oh, and I don't own KHR. If I did, they would probably all be gay. :D

Enjoy~

"Tag, you're it!" The 11-year-old Kouki Mitsuko whirled around to see a boy with messy, navy-blue hair lightly slap her shoulder. He had differently coloured eyes, which were reflected in the sunlight, and a smug look on his face.

"Ahh, Mukuro-kun, I'm not playing!" The little girl pouted and resumed her walking towards the thickset trees. He griinned and playfully followed her. She glared at him, and broke off at a running pace. He followed suit, outrunning her and blocking her path. "If you're not going to play with me, then I'll play with you."

She sighed. There was no use throwing him off; she plopped down below the shady oak and took out her marbles. He sat down too, and bent over to see what she had brought out.

"Are those marbles?"

She glanced briefly at him. "Yeah. You wanna play?" She held out a few in her tiny hand.

He took them, but before they were able to start playing they both heard Natsuko-sensei, their supervisor at the Estraneo Elementary Academy yell, "Time for snack, children!"

The boy grumbled, and thrust the marbles back at Kouki. "Maybe later," he said with a smirk, and ran off.

"Oi, come back here and help me clean up!" she yelled after him. When she heard no sign of Mukuro returning, she pouted, and set to clean up her toys. She muttered under her breath, "Just who does he think he is? That worm."

After she cleaned up, she ran quickly inside. Today, they were serving assorted fruits for snack; the children were allowed to choose what fruit they wanted. Kouki was sitting by her lonesome when Mukuro and his group of 'friends' approached her in the lunch room. She barely registered his presence, and returned to the eating her fruit.

He plopped down next to her, poked her on the side of her head and asked, "What fruit did you pick?"

"Pineapple," she replied snappishly. "It's my favourite fruit."

He looked stunned, then smiled slyly. He motioned for his friends to leave them alone. "Really? Kufufufu..."

"Y-yeah. Uh, how about you?"

"I'm not sure," he said wistfully, the smirk on his face widening.

She looked at him oddly, then resumed eating her fruit.

In a flash, his hand shot out and forked a piece of her precious pineapple, and snapped back to pop the fruit into his mouth.

Her eyes flashed indignantly. "Hey! That was mine!" She made a move to punch him, but he blocked the coming attack with a slender palm.

Mukuro's eyes closed. "I think my favourite's pineapple, too."

Ten years later...

A 21-year-old Kouki was just finishing up her shift at the Nanimori Hair Salon when she saw the familiar man walk in. She walked over to greet him.

"Mukuro," she murmured, wrapping her arms around him. He chuckled softly, putting a hand on her head, stroking her silky hair.

"It seems I'm in need of a trim." he said, motioning to his signature pineapple hair.

She giggled and led him to a chair. "I still can't believe the motive behind your hairstyle is because of that..."

He swiveled around in the chair to face her; sitting down, he was the same height as her. He pecked her softly on the lips and whispered, "You'd better believe it, babe. It's your favourite fruit, kufufu.."

Mah, I hope Mr. 69 wasn't too OOC. :) Hope you enjoyed it!