Dissatisfied?
-x-
Mukuro felt a vibe. A strong vibe. A vibe that he hadn't felt for a long time. One that actually sent excitement through his veins. The kind… That kind… that had reasoning. Very strong. Very willing. Very desirable. And it clearly called out to him. Mukuro wanted to see who brought such a presence in such a cold, dark, and isolated room. The same kind of vibe that disappeared. The vibe that he knew no one could equally match. This unbelievable vibe… it brought a disappointing feeling of hope that he hadn't felt for a while.
He heard muffled voices through the water and glass. Their voices weren't clear, he couldn't understand what they were saying. But the tones were significant. One was a defiant and denying tone, one that he knew stays within this room to watch and observe him. The other… he can't recall ever hearing such a tone.
'It possibly can't be…' Mukuro thought. 'I surely will be disappointed with this feeling of hope. Heh… I must be despe-' His train of thoughts paused as he suddenly felt the chains and his restraints buckle and loosen.
He felt the water waver, as if draining away. The chains and sockets of the restraints disconnected, making the tightened confinement suddenly loosen. Once the water reached below his waist, the chains gave way, making him fall helplessly into the water.
Mukuro still couldn't see a thing, as the restraint around his eyes completely covered his sight. He also couldn't fathom the event right now. Were they letting him go? After how many years… why now?
"You guys should be more gentle with him…" The voice shocked him… literally sending static down his spine and arms, making all his muscles tense. This voice too… was fanciful. Mukuro guessed that the encasement around him was beginning to lift away as he felt cold air clash against his wet skin.
'Perhaps I am going insane…' Mukuro smirked at himself. 'This restless hope is now flaming, but it must be a dream right?' He felt his feet touch the cold platform, and as the last chains released, he dropped hard on his knees.
"Didn't I say to be more careful with him?" It was that voice again, more aggressive this time, that sent shivers down Mukuro's spine. "If he is harmed, I promise I won't ignore it…He is my guardian after all…"
Mukuro laughed inwardly at his insanity. 'I seriously must be going insane. "My Guardian" that voice says. All these signs must be in a dream; I must be desperate. Sawada Tsunayoshi is not here…' He suddenly gasped.
Such warmth grazed his cheeks, grabbing for the restraint over his eyes. The restraint released its air and locked off, slowly being removed from his face. Mukuro shut his eyes tightly, the light in such a dark room was already bright.
"He won't be able to see for a while…" One of the scientists informed. "His vision will be blurred."
Mukuro opened his eyes slowly, just to shut them again. He couldn't see at all. Nor could he move at all. He knew arms supported him, and that these arms surely have been alive and warm compared to his cold, practically dead body.
"You may take him to the prepared room you asked for. He will lead the way."
Mukuro felt himself being hoisted onto someone's back… the back of the same person who supported him. And he felt them begin to walk out of the cold room, to find light getting brighter as they walked.
"Who… are you…?" Mukuro managed to say, surprised that his normally suave voice was croaky and cracked.
The only answer was the steps echoing in the hall they were walking in.
"You do know… that if I had my strength… I wouldn't allow you to carry me like this…"
"You do know… that even with your strength, I couldn't just leave you like that, right?" There was a soft chuckle, which surprised the blind Mukuro.
So much.. He wanted to see this person. It was such futile hope that he had to see a certain someone, but even if it wasn't that, he would want to know what this person was, to have the same vibe as him.
The sound of a door sliding was heard. "This will be your room. Please do not make too much noise. 69's clothes have already been provided inside the room."
"Thank you." They entered the room, leaving the attendant outside. The door closed behind them.
Mukuro felt a towel being wrapped around his back and was gently set down on a bed, just to fall over to his side. He scowled, feeling that the other in the room sensed his weakness. "Who are you?" He demanded, his voice now clearer.
"Perhaps you wouldn't want to know…" The voice paused for a moment. "Someone who wanted to see you."
"Hah, who would want to see me?"
"Apparently I do. And perhaps some other people too."
"Who are you?" Mukuro asked again, more aggressively.
"Didn't I already answer that?
Suddenly, Mukuro's hand shot out from under the towel, grasping the other's arm tightly. "You… how is it… that you have the same light as him?"
"Him?" The gentle voice asked. " And who may that be?"
"…Sawada Tsunayoshi…"
There was another pause from the flow of the conversation as the other didn't say a thing.
Mukuro took a breath in and let go his grasp, sighing as he turned to his back since he regained some control of his body. "Ha~. What am I saying? Perhaps I'm being too optimistic. I must thank you for allowing me out of that ghastly place." He felt a hand cover his eyes, incredible warmth emanating off of it. It brought a sudden epiphany of eleven years ago, during his first fight with Sawada Tsunayoshi. He remembered those flames, filled with passionate heat. And here they were again.
"They put some toxin in your eyes." The other said. "I'm using dying will flames to purify them…"
Purify…what a word. Mukuro grinned. Just as he purified me from darkness those years ago…
The hand lifted from his face and Mukuro felt the heavy weight which was present before, that it had disappeared as if it was never there. It was easy to open his eyes. His sight was rejuvenated and clear as he made out the gray ceiling and part of the room which was barely lighted.
And instantly, he turned his eyes to this unknown and yet inviting person.
And it was exactly what he had imagined and hoped for… for over a year. All he could say was his name, "Sawada Tsunayoshi…" He hadn't realized that he was already lifting himself up to a sitting position, still frozen with shock.
Tsuna wasn't smiling, nor was he frowning, but his face was clearly dissatisfied, which even affected Mukuro to an extent. His face, his demeanor, and his clear presence. All of it. It made Mukuro angry. It was absolutely irritating. For more than a year, it ate him alive.
Tsuna suddenly felt a jerk on his blazer and met with piercing mismatched eyes. He clearly could see the pent up anger and all the memories and dissatisfaction and denial in them. It was enough, enough to make Tsuna look away.
"Why do you appear before me?"
Mukuro yelled, practically screaming.
"Why did you suddenly disappear?"
-x-
Omo. Seems like being stuck in a water tank and floating about has really gotten into his head. Definitely would not be surprised if the water was actually sake (the wine) because it's not everyday where we meet an angry Mukuro. Or at least… not this angry.
