I don't own anything~
The snow hung by the waters edge; as if entangled by it's sharp painful glare. It stood there helplessly.
As if by some force, Known to man but not to it, had engulfed it. Then swallowing it's existence shortly after. Snow was probably the best things besides human interaction. It amazed him how a few hours of pouring snow could lead him to strive for human attention. He would go see Chrome. However, he suspected her to be in range of Tsuna, who would be near Kyouya. He wasn't in the mood to play with dear Kyouya. He wasn't in the mood to involve himself with any kind of obnoxious human interaction, namely the Storm brat and the Baseball kid. But he reluctantly walked over to their Head Quarters.
He was in Italy and the Vongolias knew him well, for better or for worst. They would surely let him in. He breezed pass the security and walked into the high-tech-base, well equipped for destruction. If it was his younger days, he might have blown up the base without a shred of remorse. But phases come and go. As he walked through the base, it seemed to acquire labyrinth-like attributes. He spotted a boy who was also walking around, just as lost as himself. The boy was about Tsuna's height but his eyes were a nice, resonating shade of blue. Almost as blue as fresh-water lakes. His hair was calm, relaxed and seemed to almost flow with time.
Ah…this must be the infamous Basil, I've heard so much about.
When Basil spotted him, he could have done one of his amazing illusions, but he was bored. Very bored. And he needed someone to play with. So instead, he waved cheerfully with a slightly perverted smile on his face. "Are you…Rokudo Mukuro-dono" Basil asked thoughtfully, yet monotonously.
"Indeed, I am Rokudo Mukuro"