Happy Thanksgiving everybody! 3

Rating: T+


It was nice to know that somebody was doing the household chores around the base. Probably Chrome. Mukuro figured. It doesn't seem likely for Ken or Chikusa to be doing them. A shudder shook his frame when an image of the two cooking in aprons came to mind. It was so horrific he could almost laugh.

Walking down the street, he found that this 'world' wasn't that much different from the world he resided in. You know, besides the fact that this one was a dream and the other was 'real.' Dream world… He smiled to himself. It had such an odd ring to it. Would I be able to bend things to my own will?

His steps faltered to a stop at the thought. The young man pushed back a lock of stray hair before continuing down the street. This world probably follows its own rules. It'll be crazy for me to try and go against it. A smile forced itself onto his features. A faint voice whispered into his ear, "When have you been one to follow rules?" Ah yes, when has he been one to follow rules?


Making random left and right turns, he sorely hoped that his intuition was even half as good as the young Vongola's. He passed by shops of all sizes, shapes, and colors as he followed his gut.

How odd… He stood in front of a shop, clearly able to see his (devilishly handsome) reflection in the pane. His eyes trailed up to the store name. He wasn't able to read it. He looked away. He was able to see it clearly out of the corner of his eye. He looked at it. Blurry. He looked away. Clear. Blurry, clear, blurry, clear, blurry, clear. Even in my dreams the world likes to play tricks on me. He walked off.

He continued sauntering down the street, eyes scanning for wild brown hair. Occasionally, he would stop to pat his tail, which earned many odd glances from the people around him, but he ignored them and went on. What's wrong with wanting his tail to be in its best condition for presentation?

His legs were beginning to burn. Mukuro took a quick peek at a clock inside a store. One hour of walking and I still haven't reached Tsunayoshi. He felt like pouting. Where is he? He strolled along for fifteen or more minutes before coming to a stop in front of a sweets shop.

His mix-matched eyes tried their best to take in the whole picture, but it was much too beautiful. Candy was everywhere. It was lined up in rows along the wall, giving the wall splashes of chaotic color. They had their newest releases pressed up against the windows, drawing in unsuspecting victims to their mouth-watering goodness. And in the center of the shop was the most delectable candy his eyes have ever seen.

"Tsunayoshi…" Mukuro murmured under his breath, a lecherous glint in his eyes.


He sat there in the backroom, fondling what was between his fingers. The grin on his face grew even wider when he noticed the red in Tsuna's face spreading. "You like this don't you?" Mukuro whispered, a breathless quality in his voice. He continued stroking it.

"Mukuro!" The younger man snapped, face red and eyes wide. He retrieved his tail from Mukuro's hands in haste. Tsuna then clutched his tail to his chest as if his chaste depended on it. Well, in a way it did…

The other man just smiled at from where he sat, not a care in the world now that he was with his possession. "My little brown mouse… you work in a candy shop?" His legendary chuckle echoed throughout the small room. "How befitting."

Tsuna puffed out his chest, his indignation clear. "Gokudera, Reborn, Lambo, and Bianchi ate all of the expensive sushi at Yamamoto's place. I can't pay for it! This place was the only place hiring." His large brown eyes stared solemnly at the ground, his circular ears twitching.

Mukuro's lip twitched and he had to fight to hold back a grin. Oh look at how cute his little Tsuna looked when he gets all pouty. "You do know that there are other ways to pay off your debt…" He licked his lips, the glint returning to his eyes.

Coffee-colored eyes met with unmatched blue and crimson eyes. A puzzled look came over the coffee-colored ones and Mukuro's lip twitched in amusement again. He didn't get it.

"There are other ways?" His soft voice trailed off as he shut his eyes to think. They snapped back open soon enough and were accompanied by a swift punch to Mukuro's arm. "Don't think like that!"

He tilted back into his chair, the infuriating smirk still plastered onto his face. "Oh? Why would I do that?" He inquired, his voice coming out as a coo.

The heat in his face was killing him. Tsuna really had to get out of here and get some fresh air. He opened his mouth, about to retort to Mukuro's question when somebody came to his rescue.

"Hello? Is there anybody here? I would like some help!"

"I'll be right there, m'am!" He called back, his ears twitching slightly. Thank God. He fixed a stern gaze on the other male who was rocking back and forth on his chair. "Stay here until I get back, okay?" Without a second thought, Tsuna rushed back to the front. "M'am! How may I help you?"

He continued rocking back and forth on the chair, eyes trained onto the younger male's back. It lingered in the spot where he disappeared from sight. A small smile graced his features as he thought more and more about it. Tsuna looked goddamn adorable as a mouse; a harmless and skittish mouse. The limp tail swaying in effect to his movements, the constant twitching of his large, circular ears… everything was perfect. Now if only he was a cat.

Tsuna would surely miss me. He got up from his seat and exited the backroom.


The bright lighting blinded him and he cupped his hands over his eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the sudden change in dimness. Mukuro let his arms fall limply to his side before finally realizing the great opportunity he had. Tsuna wouldn't mind if I take some samples…

He took great care to stay out of Tsuna's field of vision. Tsuna walked around the store, showing off the fruits of the store, and Mukuro would be sampling them. One disappeared, two vanished, and three poofed into his stomach. Another one was about to fall victim to his predatory when he stopped in his tracks. He looked about, only catching a glimpse of whoever was watching him. He let loose his signature 'kufufu' before popping the candy into his mouth.

For fifteen minutes this game went on. Mukuro stayed in the shadows, sampling every delicacy he came across, the mysterious figure intently watching his every move, and Tsuna talked to the costumers. It would have continued, but Mukuro made a fatal mistake.

He rolled the hard candy between his fingers, closely inspecting. It wouldn't be a sample anymore if I eat this one… He told himself, trying to will himself to let go of the candy. Though how often is it when I come across candy as good as this? He brought the candy close to his face, admiring the intricate design etched onto its surface. I wonder what they're thinking. The intense gaze he was being subjected to only intensified as Mukuro continued his patrol. If looks could kill, he would be long dead. Well, it doesn't matter. This is a dream, not likely I'll come back here again. With those thoughts, he popped it into his mouth.

There was the loud slam of a door and somebody new entered the room. Everybody backed away from him, hell, some even ran out of the store. Mukuro stared calmly at the black hair male, his blithe smile taunting him. "Hello."

"I'll bite you to death."