Chapter 2
About an hour later they both sat in a Japanese restaurant having a huge plate in between them on where several kinds of sushi could be found. In the beginning Mukuro had just asked Kyouya about the filling or topping of every single one before he had started to try some of them, always first taking a serious look at them, before taking a bite and chewing them for about a hundred times. Kyouya on the other hand had already eaten a lot of different ones watching is boyfriend warily. He had already been doubtful when Mukuro had asked for having sushi. Normally the illusionist just ate chocolate and sweets, something the prefect really hated about the blue haired boy. In his opinion it was necessary to eat a lot of normal food. The next bad habit about Mukuro was that even if he just ate his chocolate he didn't even have that much of it. He normally just took a few bites for lunch and dinner and sometimes he even missed a meal. But he already taught Mukuro that this behavior was unacceptable and Mukuro and the other hand knew that he had to eat at least as much as he could if he didn't want to have an angered boyfriend.
Nevertheless the illusionist stopped eating already giving Kyouya an excusable look. "I'm sorry, but I think I'm done. I really liked it though." And that wasn't a lie although the boy wasn't that fond of fish he at least liked most of the things he'd tried. Nevertheless his boyfriend gave him an unsatisfied glare. "You have just eaten about five different things. Are you kidding me? That isn't enough." Mukuro just gave him a sigh. "Do I really have to? That was quite much if you keep the fact in mind I prefer sweet stuff." Kyouya shook his head. "Please?" There weren't many situations the Skylark actually used this word, so the illusionist surely did understand the fact it was important to his boyfriend. For a short moment Mukuro thought about starting a small discussion about the case, but then he just decided to eat a bit more. The raven haired boy probably wouldn't even take part of the discussion anyway and he didn't want to anger him right now.
But right at the time, when Mukuro was about to take another piece of sushi, a song started to play. It took the boy a second to notice it was his phone ringing, but since he normally never received a call from someone he was just not used to the sound of it. He hesitated but then decided it would probably be better to pick up since it might have been some serious business. He took a look on the display and noticed that it really was someone who normally didn't give him a call just for fun. "May I?" he asked his boyfriend, but didn't even wait long enough for him to answer the question cause he was already answering the phone. Kyouya, pouting a bit, kept on eating meanwhile. Although he was kind of curious about this call since his boyfriend's phone normally didn't ring at all. But unfortunately Mukuro immediately started to talk in Italian once he had picked up and black haired boy knew he'd never find out what the call was about in that case. "Pronto!" Mukuro said waiting for the other one to response. A while he was just listening, then he answered something, but the only thing Kyouya could figure out was si what meant yes. "Va bene." The blue haired boy hung up and gave his Skylark an excusable smile. "I'm sorry, but I need to go." Kyouya blinked and watched him warily. "Did something happen?" Mukuro shook his head and got up. "Not precisely. But that was an important call. Believe me I'd prefer to stay, but I have to check something out." "I'll come with you." The prefect was about to get up as well just as Mukuro shook his head. "No. This is nothing concerning you and I'd like to keep it that way … please." Kyouya glared at his boyfriend and Mukuro knew he wouldn't be able to make up for it if he just left the black haired boy behind. But there was no way he would take him along. Besides this wouldn't be something dangerous. Actually he just had to leave and see the one who called him who, in fact, had been Kakimoto Chikusa.
"You can take your time, Kyouya. I'll see you later, yes?" Mukuro knew this wouldn't calm his boyfriend, but it was the least he could do so Kyouya wouldn't be absolutely mad with him. Of course the prefect didn't answer this but gave him another glare. The illusionist sighed and turned around leaving a furious Kyouya Kyouya who surely wouldn't let him touch now for the rest of the day.