To tell you the truth, I'd been considering a sequel for the story. I wanted to improve the relationship between Tsuna and Mukuro. But eventually, I pretty much lost all motivation and decided that it was pretty much a waste to forget the ideas that formed in my head so I made this a one-shot sequel.
It's pretty much optional, but there are some parts where you might want to reread the chapters. :)
There's not a lot of comedy in this chapter unfortunately as it is suppposed to take place in the future right after TYL Tsuna dies but before the current Tsuna goes to the future. Actually, it's pretty angsty...
Actually, there may be a new 6927 story. I'm currently in the process of brainstorming the outline. So, my beautiful readers, be prepared. (winks)
Reviewers on Chapter 8 who really touched my heart:
Slythie (I'll leave it up to the readers to imagine their own special Hibari fairy costume. :))
Ila Way
hikari no sora
Unknown-Noutan
kumiro-chan
fan girl 666
Lady Serena Sparrow
It was raining...hard.
Rokudo Mukuro merely stared at the lone coffin, allowing his brilliant blue locks to be drenched in the rain.
A gloved hand slid down the side of the smooth polished wood. "Tsunayoshi..."
There was no reply. Of course there wouldn't be. He'd known it all along.
"Why didn't you listen to me?"
"Thanks for helping me out with the paper work, Chrome-san," Tsuna smiled clearing up the last of the unruly papers, "If it weren't for you, I would've had to stay up all night reading these. Seriously, Reborn overworks me." And with that he stamped the last envelope.
"Kufufu, I'm glad she was of some use to you, Vongola."
Tsuna sighed. "You didn't even do anything. The minute I even ask for help, you turn into Chrome and have HER do it." He was stupid for even thinking of calling the male Guardian of the Mist. But Gokudera and Yamamoto were going together to get their weapons upgraded and Ryohei left to make sure the Varia were behaving. Lambo was busy on another date. Reborn was out of the question. Hibari...Tsuna still had bruises from the last time he asked for help from the Guardian of the Cloud.
"Oya? What's wrong, Tsunayoshi? Is it because you wanted to spend the time with me?" The blue-haired Mafioso teasingly played with his boss's hair.
No matter how many times Tsuna insisted to himself that he was absolutely, positively, 100% straight, he always blushed at Mukuro's touch...well, ever since after that junior high play.
Mukuro smiled. "Say Vongola, do you remember the play we performed years ago?" The coloring of the boy's cheeks proved that he did. "It was such a wonderful experience back then." He slid his hand to Tsuna's face, tenderly brushing against his lips.
He slapped the gloved hand away. "Stop it," Tsuna warned, "I have to get ready for a meeting with the Millefiore's boss. It's in a couple of hours."
Millefiore...
Mukuro's eyes clouded. "Byakuran...is it?
The shorter Mafioso nodded. "So far, I think the relationship between the two families is going smoothly. In a manner of weeks, all the tension will be lifted."
Tsuna slowly got up from his cushioned chair, straightening his tie as he did so.
He began to walk until a hand grabbed his wrist.
"Mukuro-kun?"
The blue-haired Mafioso was silent. Tsuna tugged a bit. The hand refused to release him.
"What is it?" A hint of impatience was noted in his voice..
Silence once more. Slowly and gently, the gloved fingers let the wrist free. "It's nothing."
Tsuna frowned. There was really no reason to worry. "It'll be okay. I'll probably be back in about five hours." And with that, he packed up and left, closing the door softly behind him.
A flash of pain. Mukuro grabbed his right eye in agony, stifling a groan just in case Tsuna might hear. Red? His right eye was bleeding. He wiped the blood away, only to have the red liquid drip to the carpet floor. The blood wouldn't stop.
Something wasn't right...
Later, Tsuna did come back. In fact, he came back early.
The problem was that it was only his body that came back.
"I'm glad it worked out perfectly," Tsuna smiled, folding his legs in content. He let out a sigh of relief. Everything turned out to be alright. Mukuro didn't need to be so nervous after all..
"Yep." The white-haired mafia boss replied. He rested his face on his hand and continued to stare directly at the younger boy's wide innocent eyes.
Tsuna coughed nervously. No matter how friendly Byakuran seemed, Tsuna was always a bit uneasy during his visits. It always seemed as if the white-haired mafia boss would suddenly jump out like a wolf and eat him. Not even Hibari was THIS bad.
He shook his head, trying to clear his head of these kinds of thoughts. The meeting was almost over. He should hurry up and go back before Mukuro starts to worry.
....His face turned beet red. Of all people, Rokudo Mukuro?! Something was definitely wrong with him. Why wasn't it Kyoko, or at least Reborn?
Byakuran smiled as if he was listening to the younger mafia boss's thoughts. "Do you have something to do after this?"
The question took Tsuna by surprise. "Eh?! Oh...um...I promised to spend the rest of this day with....the Guardian of the Mist. It was part of the deal for helping me finish the paperwork" Since when did Byakuran start asking personal questions?
"Guardian of the Mist? The female one? She's quite pretty...or is it Mukuro-kun?"
Tsuna blushed once again at the mention of his name.
"I see..."
The Vongola boss unfolded his legs. The sooner he left this place, the better. "Well I should get going now. It's been a pleasure to meet you and-"
Byakuran pushed him back down onto the chair. "What if I say that I don't like you to meet with Mukuro-kun?"
"...what?"
The white-haired Mafioso smiled once again. "What if I say to you that I wanted you for myself?"
Ehh?! "Wait!" Tsuna looked away, clearly embarrassed. "I don't know what you mean. We're both guys so that's-"
There was a clicking of metal.
A pure white gun was pointed at Tsuna's heart. "Didn't I say that I wanted you?" Byakuran wanted Tsuna. He wanted the boy badly. But he wanted the pure, white side of the boy. The one in front of him was defiled, most likely by the Guardian of the Mist. The boy was no longer white. Rather, he was probably a pale shade of black by now. It was probably too late to take him.
Tsuna opened his mouth in surprise but no words came out. He looked down sadly.
Bang.
"Byakuran-sama, I brought you your breakfast," Leo called, stepping in the completely white room.
"Oh, Leo-kun? How thoughtful of you," Byakuran smiled. And yet he made no effort to even look at the mountain of delicacies piled onto the tray. An empty marshmallow bag lay at the table beside him.
The black-haired subordinate bowed. "Then I'll leave now. Please excuse me, Byakuran-san."
The white-haired mafia boss gently plucked a delicate white lily and brought it to his lips. He inhaled the sweet perfume emanating from the flower. It was the exact same species as the ones placed in the same vase on that one fateful day. How nostalgic. "Leo-kun..."
Leonardo Lippi froze at the door. "Hai?"
The lily fell to the floor. On impact, the flower fell to pieces. "What's your favorite color?"
Leo looked up in surprise. "Color? I don't really have any...Ano...well, I suppose it'd be black."
"I like the color white."
"Excuse me?"
Byakuran looked away from the scenery through the glass window to glance at Leo. It began to rain. "It's simple, naïve and most importantly pure. I don't like things that are touched by others. That's why I killed Sawada Tsunayoshi-kun."
His newest subordinate tilted his head in thought. "The recently deceased Vongola boss?"
He ignored Lippi's words. "It doesn't matter though. Soon, I will have the Sawada Tsunayoshi from the past. He isn't touched yet by anyone, especially the Vongola's Mist Guardian." Byakuran faced the window once more. "You may leave now. Thanks for the little chat. It was rather refreshing."
Leo bowed once more. "Then, I will come in later to pick up your tray." He closed his eyes as the stainless white door shut behind him.
When he opened his eyes later in the hall, one orb burned a furious red. "Yes, it really was a refreshing chat."
In the distance, Byakuran smirked. "Let the battle begin."
(The author of this story would just like to note that this chapter has nothing to do with her other story, Silently Crying. Otherwise, her partner will assassinate her in her sleep and then there would be no next chapter.)
