Title: Diary of Drabbles
By: Metamorcy
Summary: A collection of drabbles of all pairings. Multiple pairings. X27, 6927, R27, 6918 etc etc, will take requests yaoi, shonen-ai
Disclaimer: don't own
This has been beta'd by tokyomewmewlvr.
Author's Note: Alright, this is just a collection of drabbles. It's basically a place I can put something that is short and not really worth its own title. I will take suggestions and ideas from anyone that wants to see something. Though please don't be insulted if I don't get to it, it just means that I may have forgotten or don't have enough time so just remind me until I do. I will mention who gave the idea and everything at the top. However, there are a few pairings I won't be able to do and this isn't because I hate it or I'm not a big fan (though there are a couple but I will try to do it), it's that I can't figure them out. Examples would be the Six Funeral Wreaths because I just don't have enough information on them to get their personality out. But other than that, I will do it! So just leave me a message for anything! Also, I don't think I'll be writing any M types, unless it's for the curse words.
And now for the first one.
Pairing: 6927
Rating: K
Tsuna grumbled as he stared across the table. He shouldn't be here instead he should be running for his life right now. But no matter what he did, he couldn't bring himself to do so. His feet defied his brain and remained planted firmly to the ground.
His homework was scattered across the table in a café and a pencil was being twirled in his right hand, hoping that would help calm his nervousness. Originally, he had come here to study, thinking that maybe he could get some quiet time from all the noise at home when Chrome had showed up. She had just been passing by and spotted him through the window. Wanting to say 'hello', she came in and sat down.
It started as a small conversation then slowly went to the homework on the table. They talked about it and when he asked if she could help him, she paused. Tsuna blinked at the expression she was giving him, one of confusion and hopelessness, and turned away for a moment to drink his water. Before he knew it, Mukuro was sitting there instead, looking quite smug and cheerful. And as usual, Tsuna had reacted like always and made a loud 'Heeiiiii!!', almost falling out of his chair in shock.
Mukuro had just chuckled at the scene and watched as the younger teen settle into his chair in fear but after a while that fear Tsuna had been feeling died down into curiosity. Why was Mukuro here? There was no need for him to show up. So Tsuna stayed where he was at, observing the other.
"Kufufu…" The illusionist tilted his head, his mismatched eyes looking over the homework before him carefully. He didn't look like he had any plans to endanger Tsuna and was in reality ignoring him for the papers.
Tsuna sighed and glanced over the remaining questions he had then up at the other. "So…Mukuro, why are you here?"
At his name, the mist guardian gazed up with that usual cunning grin on his face. "Chrome called me. She wanted me to come help you with your homework."
"O-Oh…" The brunet blinked then smiled. "Thanks."
"It's fine. I have nothing better to do. This will give me some entertainment for the day."
'That's right…You're in that cell…' Tsuna thought sorrowfully, his mood dampening at the thought.
Mukuro raised an eyebrow at the change of mood and chuckled before reaching over to snatch the pencil out of Tsuna's hand. The brunet let out a soft cry in retort and pouted. Chuckling again, Mukuro used the pencil to circle a question. "This one is wrong. You didn't add the answer together right. You forgot to bring down the negative on this number." The tip of the pencil tapped that said number.
"Really? Thanks." Tsuna looked over the paper, recalculating the answer. As he tilted his head down, his hair fell over into his eyes, covering them up. Meanwhile, Mukuro kept his own on the teen and suddenly reached over. His gloved fingers brushed a strand of caramel-colored hair out of the way with a soft movement. Instantly, Tsuna froze at the touch and glanced up curiously, his eyes going wide. The other just smiled slyly, tucking the offending lock behind Tsuna's right ear and then pulled back to fold his arms, admiring the view.
"There, much better."
Suddenly, Tsuna's felt the blood from his body rushing up to his cheeks and stared down at his papers, trying to his face. 'What the hell was that for?' Tsuna was never one to curse but that touch left him so confused. 'Did Mukuro really just touch me without any menace or cruelty…but with…kindness?' He blushed harder and ended up scrunching his body together in embarrassment, his fingers curling up together into a ball. "M-Mukuro…"
"Hmm…?" The mist guardian leaned against the table and forward as his hands went through the completed work again to catch any other mistakes. When Tsuna didn't continue, he glanced up. "Oya, oya, what's wrong, Tsunayoshi? Cat got your tongue? Kufufu."
"Why…did you…?" Tsuna's face darkened at the memory. He could still feel the warm touch on his skin and it was burning and in a good way.
Mukuro didn't answer instead he just sat there and watched. He was clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting, obvious by the rising smile. Tsuna was just so cute especially when he became a reddening and stuttering mess. The illusionist huffed and stood up after quickly circling the rest of the papers that were wrong and went to Tsuna's right side. Leaning over, his lips pressed against the right cheek and retracted back only a little bit. "See you later, Tsunayoshi…Kufufu." He whispered into the ear, ignoring the earlier question, and placed a suggestive hand into the soft hair, sliding his fingers through before pulling back. He snickered at the shocked expression and began to walk away, hands in his pockets. "If you want to see me again, don't hesitate to tell Chrome. I'll show up for you no matter what." Mukuro let out another chuckle and disappeared the instance he went out the door in a puff of mist.
Tsuna, on the other hand, remained glued to his spot, blushing like mad. His homework was left forgotten. After a few seconds passed, he face palmed into the table, shaking his glass of water, and groaned, but the blush never left.
Damn him…
And that concludes the first drabble!
Remember! Just message me for a pairing or scene or anything and I'll try to do it. I'm kinda shooting for twenty at the moment. Maybe more.
