This chapter took forever to finish! correcting, deleting changing shifting reconstructing etc... I'm officially graduated and unoccupied ...yay OTL
Chapter 2 - Daylight
-Hibari-
Hibari's eyes suddenly flew open, but it wasn't the otherworldly glowing forest that greeted his vision, just his plain white ceiling. He could still feel Mukuro's lips pressed against his own, even if it did not happen in reality... Hibari threw the blanket away from his body in irritation. What was with those herbivores and kissing? In the end they even managed to sweep him away!
He was mildly annoyed... umm mightily pissed, at himself mainly, for showing so little control. The other herbivores might not have noticed, but for sure the pineapple bastard did, or else he wouldn't have exploited it so well. Never in his life had he been prone to human contact, even as a kid he always tended to avoid it or endure it, when there was no other way, so when did that started to change?
Glaring down at his black blanket, Hibari smashed the now shrieking alarm clock against the wall, reveling in the sight of countless of pieces scattering on the carpeted floor.
H: Damn wall...
As expected, the innocent wall didn't manage to sustain the impact without damage: the paint cracked and caved leaving a noticeable indent.
Sensing his master discomfort Hibird started singing that Namimori's anthem Hibari seemed so fond of. Hibari let a little smile tug at the corner of his lips, petting the yellow fluffball lightly on his head. There, he didn't have problems with touching cute little animals, cute little animals could keep him company for hours and it wouldn't irritate him in the slightest, and they didn't kiss. The herbivores were not animals, not little and not... cute.
H:"It's logic, for what purpose do I tolerate their presence? Because interesting things happen when they're around. Acceptable. Do I feel the need for superfluous contact? No."
It was true (now), in the end it wasn't much different from usual, the sight of other herbivores crowding, just spiked his instinct to bite them all to death, loud herbivores? The feeling of their teeth cracking under the metal of his tonfas was music to the ears.
At the end of his mental analysis, Hibari concluded that nothing was wrong with his brain, or his mind, or his body, he was always the same; just that now, he wanted to bite that particular bunch to death, everyday and for a long time, for screwing with his dreams. Because biting them was immensely more fun than squash some anonymous flies. Even just picking on them was fun!
They even managed to be useful... sometimes. Free first quality sushi didn't go unappreciated. Why Yamamoto Takeshi went out of his way to offer it to him, was beyond his comprehension though. The sushi was really good so it did not matter.
Gokudera Hayato was good with the piano, finally something that did not involve damaging school property...
H:"Is there a piano at school?... I might have to arrange something..."
In the end Hibari's thoughts were going in circles, so he virtually tonfa-ed any stray idea and just sticked an imaginary label that read "do not kill" on the odd-herbivore's section of his mind.
Hibari swung his legs out of the bed, discarded his rigorously black pajamas and slipped his school uniform on. Hibird fluttered around until he was done, then landed on the top of his silky black hair. After a quick breakfast, he washed just as fast and made his way to Nami-chu.
Hibari didn't even notice how his pace sped up, before he even knew it, his back was resting lazily against the gates, an almost invisible smile hiding on his lips. He stared at the fat grey clouds while the early students hurried past him.
H:"Seems like it's going to rain..."
He was looking forward to today, just he wasn't aware of it.
-Yamamoto-
Yamamoto woke up with a goofy grin plastered on his face. If Gokudera saw him he would probably yell at him about how stupid his stupid face looked with a stupid grin glued to it so early in the morning. He couldn't help to let out a laugh in the emptiness of his room... He was sure he'd estimate the number of "stupid" with perfect accuracy too. He hoped his father didn't think he was going nuts... or maybe he was...
His hand went unconsciously on his neck to rub a non existent itch. Well he never had problems with speaking his mind, though it would have been better if he did have some...Anyway he often... always voiced it out loud when he found something strange, funny, interesting or cute or whatever and if he had to go by the shocked, scared or embarrassed faces around him... there weren't many to openly agree with him, if they did at all. One could have called it his natural talent, to find the good points in people, things and situations, though now he slightly puzzled by how naturally he dreamed of kissing his friends...
Sure it was an odd dream... his dreams were never so detailed and simply weren't that kind of dreams. Yamamoto's mind wasn't prone on creating alien worlds, weird plants, he and his friends playing "spin the bottle"... and were never so vivid nor felt so real...yeah that...
Sure he always liked to see Tsuna and Gokudera's shocked expression when he called them cute, though with Hibari, the consequence weren't just as harmless. But he was happy anyway. If Hibari did hit him with his full strength, he would end up with broken bones, not just bruises, that alone made one feel kind of special. Still it was just a dream, was it not?
And Mukuro... Rokudo Mukuro of all people, was hardly in his dream-material repertoire... He didn't have a grudge against him or anything, he was a forgiving person after all...His mind would have imploded if the though of Mukuro french kissing him as much as formed in any remote neuron in his head. So, no that was not his imagination, probably...
Taking all the factors into account, that was real... Realization kicked in surprisingly fast leaving Yamamoto with his jaw hitting the floor.
Y:"Wa...seriously?"
Slapping his face, Yamamoto could feel the excessive warmth radiating from it, how could he look at Tsuna and Hibari with those images fresh in his mind?
His nerves were still humming with the aftershocks of the illusionary feeling. In a daze, Yamamoto went about his morning preparations on autopilot, only when he was few blocks away from Tsuna's house he somehow snapped back to reality.
Y:"Eeeh...maaa! It will work out somehow, it was still a dream after all..."
Another one with this convenient excuse...
-Gokudera-
Gokudera, more than waking up, jumped out of dreamland into the floor, face first...
G: Ouch! Dammit!
He rubber his bruised nose delicately willing the pain to recede, the shining mop of silver hair was a complete mess sticking in weird directions, the covers were expertly tangled around his legs and to complete the image, the sharp pain made his deep green eyes water. All in all the picture was both comical and cute, too bad no one was there to see it.
The pain subsided allowing Gokudera to go about his morning routine, but he remained rooted on the floor, the hand that was nursing his nose now covering his gaping mouth.
G: NO! I shouldn't have those dirty thoughts about the Tenth!
He shouted to the empty room.
G: AAH! Hibari that perverse bastard! Mukuro that sneaky bastard! Yamamoto that yakyu perverted idiot! The Tenth! How they dare take advantage of the Tenth innocence! The Tenth is too kind!
Then truth hit, and pretty hard too... (LOL)
G:"I... I took advantage of Tenth kindness too..." AAAAAAH! I'm the worst!
In between blushing madly and messing his messed up hair even more... Gokudera was really making a funny theatre for no one... what a pity indeed...
-Tsuna-
When Tsuna opened his eyes he was greeted by a neon green ... hammer... about to squash his head...
T: AAAAAAAAHHHHH!
Tsuna felt the bed cave on the spot where his head was less that a second ago.
T: Damn you Reborn! Do you want to kill me!
R: Baka Tsuna, If I don't do this you won't wake up! You're already late... seems like you enjoy sleeping a little too much fu-...
T: I-I don't!
R: Sure... I'm going to eat your breakfast.
T: Eat your own!
What Reborn said wasn't a threat, it was a statement, so when Tsuna reached the kitchen he found his meal efficiently swooped in a stomach that wasn't his own.
Nana: Ah! Tsu-kun I'm making more wait a minute!
T: Sorry kaa-san i'm late!
Nana: Aww too bad, itterashai Tsu-kun!
T: Mmph!
Chewing on a cookie while buttoning hi shirt properly, Tsuna sprinted towards school... crashing into Gokudera, who was just rounding the corner. Vague sense of deja vù? Nah must be your imagination!
Yamamoto who wasn't discreetely trailing behind Gokudera hoping to surprise-glomp him and Tsuna together... just happened to see the scene and being the loving friend that he is, offered two helping hands, one for each.
Y: Are you ok? Tsuna, Gokudera? That was a fantastic crash!
T: Ouch...
G: AH! Juudaime! are you hurt? I'm sorry!
T: Ha no no I'm fine! I wasn't watching... Thanks Yamamoto!
Both of them accepted Yamamoto's help, who did not take advantage of the situation by pulling them a little too hard and a little too close...
G: Y-You idiot! Don't handle the Tenth so rudely!
Y: Sure!
T: I'm fine reall-y...ah...
Tsuna found his eyes staring into wide emerald green ones at near squinting distance... given the situation one could hardly not recalling that delightfully eventful dream...
Under Yamamoto's amused supervision, Gokudera stammered broken apologies one after the other to a steamed Tuna... I mean Tsuna... that would have fiddled with fingers If one of his hands wasn't firmly held by a big baseball-honed one (and Gokudera's too).
G:"I've pulled Tenth in my impure thoughts! I'm unworthy of Tenth trust! ...I kissed the Tenth oh hell Tenth kissed me... well not for real... but just now I was about to..." I'm sorry Tenth!
T: F-for what Gokudera-kun?... I-It was my fault in the first place...!
Y: Hai hai! It's all ok! Let's go we're late!
Yamamoto tugged at the hands in his grasp with a smile a little more cheerful than his usual one. Though during the sprint to school he had to let go, regrettably.
Hibari was guarding (waiting for them at) the gate, with apparent indifference to his surroundings. Tsuna and Yamamoto tried to greet him normally (and failed), Gokudera was hell bent on ignoring him along the memory of his lips on his, even if it was just a bad dream.
H: Herbivores, you have 13 seconds before i bite you all to death.
Instead of being scared and start flailing/ running Tsuna's face, and the others' too, flamed up like ignited matches, before scurrying to their class in a flash.
-later-
H: Kusakabe Tetsuya.
K: Yes?
H: We have a piano in this school, correct?
K: ...Piano? Ah...yes! It was donated to the school few years ago..."Why a piano Kyo-san?"
H: Have it prepared in the third music room, by lunch break.
K: Understood, Kyo-san.. ehm are we having a concert?
H: For a restricted audience only -smirk-
Kusakabe left the reception room with an increasing number of question marks rising from his questionable hairdo. Sometimes just executing orders was seriously frustrating... Anyway this sure was new, Kyo-san suddenly interested in musical instruments...
Hibari stretched himself across the black leather couch, humming that song quietly inside his head, drifting in and out of consciousness.
He jerked to full attention, feeling like someone was whispering in his ear, though he was alone with only Hibird in the empty room. Looking at the watch he noticed he dozed off a good two hours, enough for new crowds of flies to regroup around his school...just fine.
It was marveling how deep red trails, slowly ran down the shining surface of the metal, the drops stubbornly clinging to the edges before falling and staining the ground...
Hibari squashed mercilessly the last offender, who collided with the wall with a loud "thud". Just in that moment Kusakabe rounded the corner calling out to his boss.
K: Kyo-san, I've readied the piano in the third music room as you asked.
H: Good, now please clean up the trash here.
K: Yes, Kyo-san.
Hibari took a detour to his office to grab the keys of the room. He couldn't deny that Kusakabe Testuya was a useful kind of herbivore, an efficient loyal dog (and it's a praise).
H: Hibird, go fetch the herbivores.
Hibird: Herbivores!
H: Thanks.
Hibird dutifully flew out from the window moving to the story below and a little to the left, landing on the narrow balcony. The windows weren't open so the smart fluffball hopped around calling "Herbivores!". The whole class and the teacher looked in his direction for a little, then opting to ignore the innocuous little bird (after all Hibari wasn't there).
Y: Oh it's the little guy!
Yamamoto was a row closer to window than Tsuna and Gokudera, so he opened it for Hibird, that moved on the top of his head, ignoring the teacher's protests. After fifteen long minutes of chemistry and carbonium molecular chains passed, Tsuna breathed in relief at the shrill ringing of the bell.
Hibird: Hibari!
T: Mou Hibird you shouldn't have come here during class!
Hibird: Hi-Ba-Ri!
Y: Should I bring you back to Hibari?
Hibird: Herbivores kamikorosu!
Hibird hopped on Gokudera's head, then on Tsuna's and back on Yamamoto.
Y:Umm... We have to go all together?
Hibird chirped in approval, these idiots sure were slow...
G: What in hell does he want now?
T: It's okay Gokudera-kun! I don't think it's anything bad.. maybe...
G: I trust you Tenth!
Hibari was waiting for them leaning on the doorframe of the reception room, a short chain with a key twirling around the tip of his finger.
H: You're late, come.
T: Umm... Hibari-san? Where are we going?
H: You'll see.
The three followed silently, suppressing any potentially harmful question, the cloud's unusual behavior sparking their curiosity. The head prefect twirled the key one last time before unlocking the door now in front of them.
Motioning for the other boys to enter, he locked the door, isolating the actors onto his stage.
T: A piano? You want Gokudera-kun to play something?
H:"Sawada Tsunayoshi isn't so dense after all"
Circling around Gokudera with a tiny curve of his lips...
H: Exactly, play it Gokudera Hayato.
G: Keh! Why should I?
H: Because I want to listen.
G: Buy yourself a cd instead of bothering me then!
H: I prefer you.
-Silence-
Well, it was Hibari... no one ever expected him to tactfully phrase his thoughts, usually tonfas were all that was needed.
After a while Tsuna began to worry, Gokudera seemed to have received some extended brain damage.
T: I dunno much about piano but Gokudera sounds definitely better than a cd!
Hibari stalked in front of a still paralyzed Gokudera, scanning his eyes with his own piercing stare.
H: Gokudera Hayato, play. it.
Y: I want to listen too!
T: Please Gokudera-kun?
G: Aagh! Okay! You bastard stop staring at me like that!
Hibari ignored the "bastard", he could let this slip for once since he was in a rather good mood, and getting what he wanted.
Gokudera sighed deeply before challenging the ivory sea of keys with a solemn look on his face.
It still didn't sit well with him to obediently comply with Hibari's request, so he choose a totally different piece. A smirk formed on his lips the moment the first defiant notes vibrated in the air. (A/N: Imagine Gokudera playing Hibari's theme! LOL)
Hibari was rather amused, he didn't particularly mind a little insubordination on Gokudera Hayato's part. This piece too, was ... fitting, violent with elegance or something like that.
Both Tsuna and Yamamoto stared in awe as slender fingers sprinted up and down at mad speed, never missing a beat.
T:"How could he get the right ones? Don't the keys look all the same at that speed? Wow!"
As the last notes hit their ears, Tsuna and Yamamoto were clapping their hands to a slightly embarrassed Gokudera.
H: Hmm that was good too. Why this piece?
Tsuna and Yamamoto didn't quite understand the question, blame Hibari for his stingy use of words...
G: Because it fits your bastard self!
Apparently Gokudera did.
H: Wao, "fits" mm?
G:"Oh sh*t!"
No, Gokudera didn't want to say that out loud, it just slipped on his tongue... dammit.
Hibari was surprised too, Gokudera Hayato actually bothered to think of something that could fit him? That was... flattering?... Ah well, whatever, he couldn't deny he was rather pleased with that unchecked statement. After all watching the bomber squirm/fidget in his seat and mumble curses in italian was indeed an amusing sight.
G: Stop staring bastard!
Yamamoto was choking, trying not to laugh out loud (LOL XD), he loved moments like this. Tsuna was smiling, still a little worried though. It would be problematic if they started a fight in this restricted space. It usually didn't take much for Gokudera to swap/cover embarrassment with dynamite...
Luckily everything remained "peaceful"...relatively.
H: Encore, Gokudera Hayato.
G: What?
H: It would be waste if you played just one piece, since you're here already.
G: You made us come here!
H: Exactly. Now play.
G: You ordering me to play makes me want not to!
Y: Hibari must really like Gokudera's piano after all!
Tsuna carefully scanned his friends expressions... Hibari's eyes widened a fraction but no sign of murderous intent sprouting anywhere, good. Gokudera looked like he wanted to choke Yamamoto, nothing out of the ordinary anyway.
T:"It's a peaceful sun...er cloudy day"
Despite the seemingly harmless bickering, Tsuna was enjoying himself.
T: "Gokudera's skills with the piano are really amazing. Hibari-san appreciates it a lot too! And they're not even fighting! Nice nice!"
About the "not-fighting" part maybe He was being a little overly optimistic... But more than really fighting, it was just Hibari unsettling Gokudera with his blunt praises, unwittingly...
Gokudera was used to get complimented for his looks, but those were usually annoying girls and he just scared them away; scaring Hibari was...unlikely to happen...ever. Besides this wasn't about his looks, his companions appreciated his skills (despite all the "bastard"-s he freely dispensed)
Now the problem was... he was never good at dealing with people, so he filled the awkward silence with the reassuring bickering pattern he knew so well. Funny enough, everyone could tell there wasn't an ounce of real anger in his outbursts.
In the end they spent the entire lunch break locked in the music room, bugging Gokudera to play, which he did. Just few minutes before the bell rang, the pianist stomach loudly protested at the lack of nutrition.
Yamamoto/Mary Poppings made magically appear a bento from nowhere.
Y: Naah I brought it with me before, you were just too distracted to notice!
T: I totally forgot about lunch...
Y: It's okay! Let's share!
H: Don't make a mess.
Y: Ah right! Hibari likes inarizushi! Here!
Tsuna and Gokudera eyed the treat balanced between the chopsticks like it was poisoned, because it really really looked like Yamamoto was innocently trying to feed Hibari...
After deeming the possibility of being electrocuted/poisoned etc... unlikely, Hibari innocently accepted the offered delicacy (plus extra service), closing his eyes while savoring its taste.
H: "Mmm good"
Y: And Tsuna likes ootoro! Say aaahn!
There he was again, not that it was anything compromising, and there were no onlookers, and that sushi looked indeed delicious, and Yamamoto was just being a considerate friend, since there wasn't any tableware available...
Tsuna complied, while his ears turned a bright red color. Thankfully it wasn't as visible on his face. Seriously, getting hand-fed at his age, by one of his best friends no less... how could that not be embarrassing and extremely awkward?
T:"Though Hibari-san didn't seem to make such a big deal out of it..."
Just as he though that while chewing on his sushi, he remembered the "You can't restrain me with logic, herbivore"...
T:"Ah right..."
Y: Mmmm... Gokudera always says he doesn't like sushi, but you're hungry right?
Gokudera was stubbornly looking anywhere but the people in front of him.
The music room had those long semicircular desks that made an arc around the piano, Tsuna and Yamamoto were sitting one beside the other while Hibari was leaning on the other side of the desk with Gokudera a little farther behind.
True enough, his mouth started watering the moment that tempting bento was opened; and while he did say he disliked sushi... well... Gokudera's brilliant mind couldn't make up any brighter lie to antagonize the baseball idiot. One needed to have dysfunctional taste buds to dislike Yamamoto's sushi!
G: I... don't really hate it...
The second part of the sentence was barely whispered , but all they boys were able to pick that up.
G: You'd better not pass your germs to the Tenth!
Yamamoto broke into a wide grin, as in "a little wider that usual"... only Gokudera could think about somethings so...far fetched.
H: Yamamoto Takeshi...More
Y: Hai hai!
About the piece of sushi that was about to get bitten to death, it was "saved" by our pianist, who snatched it away at the last second.
With the tail of the shrimp cutely hanging out of his mouth, Gokudera looked a lot like Uri, as they say: the pet takes after its owner...
Cuteness aside, Hibari wasn't happy... or maybe he was...
H: I should bite you to death.
Y: Maa It's ok there's more no?
Hibari looked between Gokudera and that inviting peace offering Yamamoto was holding in front of him.
H: tsk...
Tsuna couldn't help to be slightly transfixed by how Hibari gracefully leaned forward, chewed the sushi slowly and licked his lips in the end.
H: Tsunayoshi...
T: Hai?
H: Feed me.
T: EH! O_o
G: Y-You bastard! How dare you ask the Tent something like that?
To tell the truth Yamamoto was a little surprised too, in a good way since he was having lots of fun at the moment. XD
Gokudera's brain screws were twirling at mad speed, overheating his system or more precisely, his fair face. Because no way he was thinking about why he didn't suggest it first.
H: Ooh?
Hibari leaned backward obliquely in Gokudera's direction, his gaze uncomfortably close and prying.
G:What?
H:You wouldn't mind either.
Y:Haha me too!
G:Just shut up yakyuu baka!
T: It's ok, I can do that much... I guess...
H:See?
G:X/X … Don't stay so close you bastard!
H: But it's fun.
T: Hibari-san, you sounded just like Mukuro...
Hibari glared at Tsuna.
Y: Ha! Hibari's glare is 60% less evil than normal!
G: Since when do you understand percentages?
Hibari glared at Yamamoto.
Y: I do Gokudera, ah now it's 40%!
H: I'll...
T: Here Hibari-san!
With a speed that would have made Reborn proud, Tsuna took the chopsticks from Yamamoto, picked up another little delicacy and now held it in front of his capricious cloud.
Hibari shifted target, reaching out to Tsuna's wrist, he held it so softly that Tsuna felt ticklish.
H: Don't drop it.
T:Hibari-san you're tickling me...
H:Mmm
And then the poor innocent wrist gained a bite instead of the sushi.
T: Hi-Hibari-san!
H: I said, don't drop it.
G: Then eat the sushi and not the Tenth you bastard!
Y: Emm Gokudera that sounded kind of... well...
G: Wha- what the hell! You yakyuu pervert! Is there a single brain cell connected to that mouth of yours?
H: -smirk-
T: No fighting! Hibari-san!
Hibari still wasn't removing his lips from Tsuna's delicate skin, adding a good measure of red pepper to both Yamamoto's and Gokudera's cheeks.
Actually, Tsuna was taking it rather well, with only a light blush and little stuttering! Was he developing some sort of immunity after those kissing lessons in dreamland? Maybe...not. Just the tought made the redness multiply tenfold, much to Hibari's amusement.
Hibari teasingly made his way towards the sushi. If Tsuna's subconscious had a voice it would have said... "sexy". Gokudera's was probably more for "Trying to seduce the Tenth with that sultry look? AARGH!" while Yamamoto's simply "Wow hot!". Though for the last two, the sub- part might not be really sub. (A/N: Cookies for everyone who understood my brainiac rambling XD)
Once again. Hibari was chewing while the other were... supplying the room with extra heat.
G: T-Tenth... may I ...I... X/X
T: OoO! -sound of Tsuna's brain restarting in recovery mode- Anaebi right?
G:-nod-
Gokudera was too shy and proper to pull a stunt like that, though Tsuna didn't know what expect anymore. After all that time travel mess, his friends became more... friendly and protective of him, everyone in his/her own way. While he was really touched, they still were not past the "I care" awkwardness.
So, back to our loyal prim and proper Gokudera... err he landed a Chrome-like peck on his boss' cheek before running back to his sushi while staring with single minded interest out of the window.
Oh, and he did stutter a "Thanks" somewhere in the middle, but it was more or less lost in the aftershock. Yamamoto's eyes were positively sparkling. One could not tell if he was about to cry of joy or burst out laughing. As for Hibari, he was almost grinning... a sight charming as much as creepy...in a Mukuro-way.
Tsuna picked up some sushi for himself, better do something, anything, than staying there like a blushing idiot.
Y: Me too Tsuna!
Of couse he didn't want to kiss Tsuna... it was just the sushi!
They ate the rest more or less in silence... Tsuna fed them and himself until the bento was cleared and their stomachs pacified.
Feeling sleepy, Yamamoto slyly leaned on Tsuna's shoulder, relishing in the tickle of his unruly light brown locks on his face. Liking the idea, Hibari took a seat on Tsuna's left, making the brunette move closer to Yamamoto. Since Tsuna was near the edge, there wasn't enough room for another person.
G: W-What are you doing? The Tenth isn't a pillow!
H: He's comfy enough.
Y: Mmm
Hibari propped his head on Tsuna's lap, his legs hanging half off the seat. Tsuna looked down only to met silvery eyes staring softly at him.
If his nerves weren't completely stunned, he would have gaped like a fish at the sight.
Gokudera at the moment was very much like a crying puppy: all the good spots near the Tenth were taken! And although he couldn't see Hibari since the table hid him, the increased redness and the O_O look on the Tenth face, were making him really jealous and envious and possessive and...
Before he really blew a fuse, Gokudera stalked away, took a chair and dragged it in front of the trio. Flopping unceremoniously on it, he pillowed his head on his arms in the desk-space closer to Tsuna.
The softie he was, Tsuna picked up his friend's discomfort and provided a relaxing hand treading through Gokudera's fair locks.
Tsuna felt his guardian ease immediately under his touch.
T:"Hehe just like a cat!"
He peeked down at Hibari, who had his eyes closed, then Yamamoto, who had his eyes closed too.
T:"Sigh...I'm a pillow"
He could spoil them a little sometimes, or was he the one being spoiled? Anyway, even with their short temper, lack of tact, deviousness, irrational reasoning etc... Tsuna wouldn't give up any of them.
T:"My dearest, most troublesome friends"
M: Oya, I'm... We're truly flattered kufufufu
Y: Awww Tsuna!
Yamamoto glomped Tsuna like he was a big teddy bear.
T: Mu-Mukuro? W-what... but we were just...
M: Taking a nap, my dear Tsunayoshi. I was getting lonely here you know? Mmm... but I want to hug you too!
Without knowing exactly what happened Tsuna found himself somewhere in the middle of a pile of bodies. As for how in hell did they read his mind … some of those misterious abilities Mukuro had (just like Reborn...). About how the current situation came to be...probably Mukuro jumped Tsuna, who had Yamamto more or less hanging on his back, in a fail attempt to stop Mukuro, Gokudera got dragged down, pulling down an innocent Hibari in a fail attempt to keep his footing.
Basically: Epic Fail.
While it was indeed quite troublesome to breathe, Tsuna was more freaked out by the two enviable structures of bone and muscle that were squishing him in the middle.
With Yamamoto's lungs spasming for air, he could feel every muscle tense then shift... oh and Mukuro's hair were tickling his face...
T: "Umm... wait..." Waaa Yamamoto! Everyone get up!
M: Now that I have Tsunayoshi so close... what a pity...
Hibari straightened instantly, pulling up Gokudera and Mukuro by the neck of their shirt.
Y: Fuuuu! Thank you Tsuna I was dying there!
M: Idiot it's a dream you can't die anyway.
Y: But choking feels awful after all!
G: Gah! Of course it feels awful! In real life choking freaking kills you!
H: What's the point of this useless discussions herbivores? Anyway we don't have all day, you have classes.
G: It was you who made us skip in the first place!
M: Well, I could wake you up with a kiss kufufufufufu
H: I can wake up by myself.
M: Mmm why wasting so much energy in pretending you don't want to be here Kyouya?
H: I don't recall giving you permission to address me so informally -glare-
T: Mukuro...
M: Ah, sorry Tsunayoshi...
Then since he was feeling very sorry for... whatever... why not give a "Welcome to dremland" (again) kiss to his boss.
Tsuna was aware that that kind of look meant something and he was the target... and it was not harmful...probably. Too bad (good) that while he was busy analizing Mukuro's expression, their lips pressed together in a blink of an eye. Somehow Tsuna wasn't very surprised, thank you hyper intuition.
T: "Ummm Gokudera-kun and Hibari-san will get angry...feels nice anyway...W- Where are you touching Mukuro!" MMMphfff!
While one hand was lovingly cradling Tsuna's cheek, the other was indeed inching suspiciously down his back.
G: You promiscuous pineapple pervert! Let the Tenth go immediately!
M: Oya, be good and stay there Gokudera Hayato.
Vines adorned with countless lotuses appeared out of thin air, literally rooting Gokudera and the others on the spot.
Y: Hey, we weren't doing anything!
Holding Tsuna securely against him, Mukuro placed a light peck on his nose before smiling charmingly at Yamamoto.
M: You maybe, but Kyouya and Hayato there, are quite... feisty kufufufu -innocent smile-
Y: Then why me too?
M: Mmm I happen to like tying people up!
G: What kind of perverse reason is that! Hentai!
M: That's not it, I just have my unique sense of beauty!
H: Release me this instant.
T: Mukuro stop it...
M: You should struggle more, if you want to be convincing Tsunayoshi kufufufu...
Tsuna wasn't too much adverse to the situation, perverted innuendos aside, Mukuro was just being affectionally playful... in his own way... and hugging the life out of Tsuna.
M: Look Tsunayoshi! Doesn't our Kyouya look good with flowers? Though Chrysanthemums might suit him more... there!
Ah, well if it wasn't for the unpleased frown at the "our" part, Hibari still managed to look both beautiful and cool with a puffy white chrysanthemum placed in his hair.
T: Well... yes, but Mukuro, could you please release them?
Mukuro took a step away from Tsuna and towards Gokudera, taking a silver lock in between his fingers, examining the texture.
M: Dear Tsunayoshi, the problem is I'll get get bitten to death or blowed up with dynamites the moment I do... -sigh- Yamamoto Takeshi, for you... a bunch of rape blossoms kufufufu...
Yamamoto found his, now free, arms loaded with a countless clusters of yellow blossoms.
Y: Wow!
T: Hibari-san and Gokudera-kun won't do anything, right?
H: -sigh- I won't... bite you to death.
G: If the Tenth says so...
M: Well then...
The instant his hands were free, Hibari snatched the flower away from its questionable position above his ear, but held it gently in his hand instead of crushing it, like some might have expected.
M: And red amaryllis for Hayato kufufufu
Gokudera forgot his previous irritation, taking on the color of the amaryllis while accepting it from a smiling Mukuro.
T: You like flowers?
M: Who doesn't... for Tsunayoshi, gardenias kufufufufu
T: -blush- Thanks... what about you?
M: Yes?
T: Well...
H: -frown-
G: Tsk...
Y: -chuckle-
An unnaturally big lotus floated unsteadily in front of Mukuro, but more peculiar than the size, was the unique blending of multiple splash of colors across the petals.
M: Oya, what do we have here? Everyone has his own taste in colors I see, but I like it kufufufu. Thank you.
Yamamoto got a thank-you-kiss on the cheek. As soon as Hibari and Gokudera understood what Mukuro was about to do, they went into battle stance. Though in the end Mukuro just tied them again before brushing his lips on Kyouya's forehead and Hayato's nose, and released them soon after.
M: There, see? Nothing happened. -grin-
G&H: tsk...
M: Aaaand... Thank you Tsunayoshi...
All the presents were expecting Mukuro to aim for Tsuna's lips, but surprising everyone Mukuro just placed a feathery kiss on the back of Tsuna's hand. Like the gentleman he was..not. (XD)
T: Mukuro... I'm not a woman!
M: Then, would you have liked better if I kissed here?
He said poking Tsuna's bottom lip, with a cheshire grin.
Tsuna's heart skipped a beat, the instant he managed to let his eyes blink, breaking contact with that deep mismatched, bewitching stare... he was faced with the spartan furniture of the music room again.
Truth to be told, he was a little disappointed, he wanted to stay there more with everyone. So why e was the only one to wake up? And he was still being used as a pillow by the way...
-dreamland-
M: Oya, Tsunayoshi woke up... what a pity... Now wonder who will get the wake up kiss from our princess? Better yet: I won't let you wake up unless he kiss you kufufufufu, why those stunned expressions? I'm freely gifting you a kiss from Tsunayoshi kufufufu...
For their clearly embarrassed expressions, Mukuro could make a pretty accurate guess about what the issue was.
M: Oya... don't worry, Tsunayoshi is too pure and shy to steal real kisses from real virgin lips kufufufu...
Y: But you said...!
M: I just said "a kiss" what where you thinking about?
-realm of the living-
While Mukuro challenged himself at how much more crimson he could turn his fellows' faces, Tsuna was at a loss with the unresponsive people around him. Poking them didn't work, neither did pinch their cheeks nor tickling. He could understand Yamamoto, for Gokudera might be strange but still acceptable, but Hibari should have bitten him to death long ago. So, chances were, that Mukuro was messing with them in some unknown manner. They would wake up eventually, the problem being "when".
T:"Sleeping like the dead... what do I do? Wait... sleeping? dead? not waking up?... Aaaagh! Stupid Mukuro! We're not rehearsing your revised version of "The sleeping beauty(-ies)"! I'm not some kind of pervert who would steal kisses or molest unaware sleeping friends! And I've never.. and them...waaa I can't!"
-dreamland-
M: Kufufufufu our Tsunayoshi is panicking fufu while he figures out what he has to do, we can sit comfortably and wait!
That said, everyone found themselves sprawled on a puffy sofa, that sank considerably under their combined weight, and, once again the seats were arranged however Mukuro wanted, meaning: close, as in squished-together way. Well it wasn't uncomfortable, just that the concept of distance and personal space was purposefully disregarded.
Floating in a water tank for a long time, could make anyone lonely, actually it was a good thing Mukuro found something that helped maintain his sanity, in a non-harmful, non-violent way.
So... Mukuro was nestled in between Hibari and Yamamoto, with Gokudera on the swordsman's left.
Y: I was thinking... how do you know what's happening in reality if you're sleeping?
G: He must have some spies...
M: That's more or less right... don't look at me like that Kyouya... there's Mukurou flying around sometimes, and remember that time I possessed you? I scratched many others... it's like watching tv, so when I have enough energy I just do a little zapping here and there.
G: Ever heard of privacy?
Mukuro slumped against Yamamoto, comfortably resting his head in the crook of his neck. If he was a cat he would have purred...
M: I'm just looking through their eyes, and I usually leave if they're doing something private!
H: Usually?
M: Would you switch channel if there's something interesting going on?
G: Peeping tom...
Y: It's okay since it's not dangerous, no?
H: Yamamoto Takeshi, that's why people take advantage of you.
M: I'm just bored.
Mukuro took Hibari's left hand, lazily shifting it, analyzing the texture, the fingers and the little bumps hardened by steel.
M: Kyouya has nice hands... and eyes... now that I think about it, Vongola's tenth generation holds quite a large amount of beauties, doesn't it? Kufufufu
Y: Ha! The kid said something about being ranked first most handsome families! Funny right?
M: Well I'm not really surprised, Hayato has a cute face with emerald eyes and silky silver hair, Kyouya too is cute, tiny and deadly, Takeshi... well last night everyone saw everything...kufufufufu
-silence-
Hibari and Gokudera, in their mind were respectively weighting the meaning of the quite unsettling words that came out of Mukuro's grinning mouth... Imagine that everything he said, was a block of lead, each block of lead was used to build a wall, on that same wall... they could have smashed their heads, or Mukuro's in this case...
H&G: Rokudo Mukuro...
M: yes?
H/G: I'll BITE/BLAST you to DEATH.
Y: Woah! Wait!
Yamamoto, the poor soul, grabbed the two ready to charge by the neck, hoping they'd stop instead of choking themselves...
Y: Calm down, Mukuro was just...err... -two sets of angry eyes stabbed right at him- joking, right?
Mukuro deliberately ignored the pleading look Yamamoto was giving him, plus one should not lie to his friends no?
M: I was just complimenting -shrug- don't you agree?
G: You DO NOT agree, do you yakyu baka?
H: -glare-
Y: Ah... eh...well... it's not completely ...wrong...
-meanwhile-
Tsuna resolved to at least try, with his original idea, since everything he tried till now, from pinching to poking to slapping (lightly) did not work.
T: -sigh- No choice i guess...
Tsuna turned towards Yamamoto, feeling shy despite everyone being asleep. Slowly, very slowly, holding his breath, Tsuna pressed his lips to his friend's temple, waiting for a reaction. Just as slowly Yamamoto opened his eyes, blinking a little to clear his mind from the fog of sleep.
Y: Oh oh! Tsuna quick! Wake Hibari and Gokudera up!
T: O-Ok!
Still hesitating a little, lightly kissed the top of Gokudera's head before gently disentangling his hand from the other's grasp. Raising Hibari's face enough for him to reach, Tsuna bestowed another kiss on the bridge of his nose.
Gokudera grumbled something while rubbing his eyes.
G: Maniaco pervertito...qualche rotella fuori posto nel cervello?... ma che diavolo...tutte quante! tch...! (perverted maniac... just some screw loose in the head? What the hell! It's all of them!)
Y: Oooh! What did you say Gokudera? It's italian right!
In that exact moment Hibari opened his eyes, a scowl instantly setting on his features.
T: Eh... what's wrong? did something happen?
Hibari was glaring at the void and Tsuna was grateful for not being his target but...
Y: Ah... well...Mukuro called them cute, tiny and deadly!
T: o-Oh... "No wonder they're angry...Mou Mukuro! Couldn't you just keep that thought for you!" Mukuro was just teasing "he was serious most likely..." like always, don't take it to heart...ne?
G: But he's So. Very. Irritating. Tenth!
T: "And you two get irritated too easily!"
H: Herbivores.
T:Hibari-san?
H: Get going.
Y: Oops we've skipped two periods already! Not that I mind! XD
Hibari moved from his spot to let Tsuna an Yamamoto out, as they were making their way towards the door the cute, tiny and deadly Hibari sneaked a quick butterfly kiss on Tsuna's cheek, under the scandalized (jealous) eyes of Gokudera and not-quite-approving (jealous) Yamamoto, before nonchalantly walk out the door smiling at himself.
The blessing of peaceful (more or less) days (and nights).
-chapter end-
A/N that was long XD Just so you know, I have no idea of where this story is going! I write when I feel like it! Thanks for reading ^^
