The Not-Really-Seduction of Chrome Dokuro – The Enthrallment of Mukuro Rokudo
Chrome Dokuro would be the first person to tell you that Sawada Tsunayoshi was a kind person. Who else would willingly accept Mukuro-sama into their Famiglia? Accept them as they were broken and scarred?
She would walk to her death, if he so wished it – but he didn't and wouldn't, insisting that there were other ways to handle trigger happy Famiglia's.
As the years passed Chrome had found herself and Tsuna getting closer, and while she did not mind it, others did. She often pretended not to notice the jealous, burning stares of countless people as she handled things personally for Tsuna and was greeted with a hug and a kissed cheek upon return.
Thus was the price for being one of Tsuna-sama's best friends – and the only person he felt comfortable talking late into the night with as he either ignored or pouted at her teasing of it being girl talk.
Chrome had a theory that Tsuna's kindness was what made him unable to see that others wanted him – wholly - carnally. Tsuna was a very beautiful man, and if he hadn't been Vongola Decimo many bosses would've called him a women to his face. Alas, if they ever did, as some less than tactful men had, they would not only be punched in the face by the Decimo himself, they would be taken and given training in manners by Gokudera, his furious right-hand man.
Chrome moved her stray bangs to the side of her head, carrying a small plate and walked towards Tsuna's office.
Honestly, you'd think he'd remember to feed himself.
Then again, Tsuna-sama has been really busy since the day everyone found out he'd finished his paper work early...
Chrome almost cursed, they'd been making more paperwork for him.
No wonder everyone walks around with no impulse control.
She twitched and contained her anger, if they kept at it then Tsuna-sama would work himself to death. Or at least a very harsh sickness in which he would insist he work through.
A falsely kind smile cemented itself on her face as she refrained from snarling – Tsuna-sama seemed to care less about his health as life went on.
Quietly walking into the office she made sure not to disturb the wavering piles of paperwork surrounding her poor boss," Tsuna-sama, you forgot to eat lunch."
Tsuna chucked nervously, "Sorry Chrome, I got caught up on doing paperwork, just leave it off to the side, I'll get to it later."
Chrome's eye twitched as her Mist flames eerily surrounded her, "Tsuna-sama, you will eat now, or I will tell Reborn that you haven't been eating and he will tie you to a chair and feed you."
Tsuna swore his heart stopped as she glared at him until he stuttered out a positive response.
"Now Tsuna-sama you will take a break. I will not have you getting sick and then having all of Vongola thrown into chaos. Don't you agree Tsuna-sama?"
Mouth filled with food, Tsuna could only nod, admitting to himself that he was more than a little bit scared of what Chrome would do if she found out he didn't listen to what she said.
With a bigger smile Chrome watched as Tsuna finished his food and went off to take a very long nap in his bedroom.
Scanning the paperwork she began to sort through what was really important, and what were just damage costs the rest of the Guardians (surprisingly minus Mukuro-sama) had created.
Hours later and Chrome admitted she wanted to tie up the rest of the Guardians (besides Mukuro-sama of course) and torture them slowly...with a knife covered in lemon and salt.
Why?! Most of this paperwork is about damage costs! Tsuna-sama isn't even supposed to get this! All if this should go to the finance department!
If I found out who did this, I will make sure their week is filled with their worst nightmares.
Far away from Italy, in Namimori, sat Sawada Iemitsu watching his beloved wife, Nana cook him food – unaware of the growing threat to his person called Chrome Dokuro.
The future Iemitsu griped that he wished he'd never paid attention to all the people that had him drunkenly singing karaoke on video – fatal blackmail, for his manly pride that was. But he did (and called in favors for the finance department's paperwork to go to the main office) and now he had a healthy fear of the sweet girl, Chrome, who was one of his son's mist guardians for a reason.
Nonetheless, Iemitsu's favor, created a protective monster – and his future inability to look any mist in the eye.
In the future, Chrome would grumble about it for months but never really get a clue until she walked in on Byakuran Gesso and Iemitsu discussing other ways they could keep Tsuna-sama busy, so he didn't walk in on his suitors' meetings.
Chrome had proceeded to subtly fill their subconscious minds with her Mist Flame – if she couldn't get pay back now, then she would get it when they'd least expect it. It would feed off of their minds and flames for months before making it's first appearance, but that was alright, because she could be frighteningly patient.
No one overworked Tsuna-sama without a good cause, she made sure of that.
However, in the present Chrome made a very terrifying first impression on the people in the finance department and where they should put their paperwork. Or else she would get creative.
Certainly, the finance department was scared shitless, but acknowledged that an overworked Boss could be Vongola's downfall.
In between the hours of 6 and 8pm, Chrome had personally seen to it that Tsuna-sama's office be cleared of non-essential paperwork – and then shoved was was left of it into Gokudera's arms with the excuse of a very tired Decimo unable to do paperwork and promptly flounced away tired from the day's activities.
Mukuro-sama taught me to care for Tsunayoshi-sama well. After all, I am one hell of a Cloud Guardian.
Pride filled her thoughts as she drifted off to sleep and thought a life as Tsuna-sama's best friend was definitely worth the troublesome Mafia Harem and all it entailed.
The Enthrallment of Mukuro Rokudo
Love was a strange concept.
It was something he could never fully grasp – a life granted at the hands of the Estraneo was not very much of a life at all.
For most of it, Anger and Hatred was all he'd known. Anger because it was him being experimented on, him – a person who'd never done anything.
Hatred at the Mafia, at his captors, at the whole damned world – which should have longed burned by his hands.
And then like a cheesy, heart throbbing, romance movie that made Mukuro want to retch, he'd fallen in love. Personally, he said he was enthralled.
How could someone look at Tsunayoshi and not want to fall in love with him? How could they look away when he was the very thing that shone brightest in the world?
He was light, and everything good rolled up into a person, and he had to protect him from all the other Mafia people. He couldn't – no wouldn't let a Mafia miscreant sully his Tsunayoshi.
When they fought he'd seen such a vigor for life on his face – and that was when he knew he had to see Tsunayoshi again.
Years down the road – most of them by Tsunayoshi's side and he wanted to kill each and every one of Tsunayoshi's suitors until they'd prove themselves worthy.
Most of the other suitors would call it selfish pride and love, because he wanted to possess Tsunayoshi, he wanted to run his hands across all the dips and arches of Tsunayoshi's skin, and why shouldn't he?
Mukuro sprang from the shadows as only he could, and watched Tsuna get ready for bed as he pulled off his black suit and got into loose pajamas.
"Tsunayoshi, I-"
An ear-splitting screech rang throughout the room. It was a testament to how often it happened that no one came running.
"M-Mukuro! P-please say something when you're in the room!" A bright red Tsuna squeaked at him.
Mukuro smirked, "Of course, Tsuna..."
His eyes became curiously bright, "How has your day been Tsunayoshi?"
Tsuna tiredly laughed and fell onto his bed, adjusting the covers over his body and patted the spot next to him.
As Mukuro kicked off his shoes and sprawled across the bed next to Tsuna, he started to talk, "Ugh, there was so much paperwork. I don't even know where it comes from, it just shows up. Nono told me it duplicates, and I'm starting to believe it."
Mukuro laughed warmly as he did only in the presence of Chrome or Tsuna, "Chrome told you to take a break then? You shouldn't push yourself too hard when it comes to paperwork Tsunayoshi, after all Vongola will still stand at the end of the day, even if there is a pile of leftover paperwork."
A small warm smile made it's home on Tsuna's face, "Yes she did and I know, I know, it's just so much of it has been backlogged and I want to get it out of the way while I'm not too busy with any meetings. What about you Mukuro? How have you been?"
"As well as I can be, Tsunayoshi. Work is not strenuous – I worry for you more than I do for myself. After all if I wish to possess your body than it shall have to be healthy, no?"
Tsuna let out a booming laugh and Mukuro watched as relief blossomed in his eyes, "There it is, I was getting a bit worried, usually you mention my body all of the time...so when you didn't I was worried. Thank you for worrying about me, Mukuro. You don't know how happy it makes me."
Mukuro's eyes slightly widened, as Tsuna quickly fell into the gentle clutches of sleep.
Quiet and whispered, a confession is still a confession, "It is of no consequence Tsunayoshi, how can I not worry about the person who has managed to enthrall me so? It is not only your body I wish to possess, but surely all of your thoughts, your emotions – your love."
Mukuro hesitated and leaned closer to Tsuna's face, he stared down at the man the Mafia had taken upon themselves to court. The beautiful, sleeping, happy, and amazing man who showed him how to live ever since he'd become a Mist Guardian.
A million and one emotions flashed in his eyes and heart, before he threw his hesitance to the wind – and laid a kiss upon Tsuna's forehead.
Eyes warm and bright, heart fluttering mysteriously, Mukuro melted back into shadows, "Have a good night's sleep Tsunayoshi."
Perhaps there was more to this Enthrallment then he'd thought.