Title: The Many Facets Of Kyouya

Summary: Most of the time they're trying to kill each other, but sometimes they get along.

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There are two men, laughing loudly (perhaps drunkenly from the faint clinking of glass bottles that can be heard) as they stand on top of a rock wall at the ocean's edge.

The Guardians are walking along the sidewalk opposite the men, across a small road. The men are kind of hard to ignore but Tsuna wants no maiming of any kind. The Sky leads with Hayato beside him, then comes Lambo and Ryohei, with Kyouya and Takeshi next and finally Mukuro and Chrome at the end.

It's horrible placement, Tsuna acknowledges that, because Kyouya and Mukuro should never be that close together and they should always be in his line of sight. However, he's trying to trust them to not cause trouble.

One of the men picks up a stone and suddenly hurls it at a low flying seagull. It misses and the men both laugh, the other picking up a stone as well.

Kyouya abruptly deviates from the path and the rest of the Guardian's lock onto him, ready to stop the Cloud. When he crosses in front of Takeshi his waist is grabbed, and with a gentle pressure, Takeshi urges Kyouya to keep on the path and ignore the two.

"There's no way they can hit a seagull with that shitty aim," the Rain murmurs to Kyouya, his arm tight around the Cloud's waist.

"I completely agree," Mukuro says with a chuckle.

Tsuna stops walking and groans when he realises that the Mist isn't physically present. The rest of the Guardian's come to a stop as well and Chrome, with a very blatant space next to her that should hold Mukuro, shrugs sheepishly.

"Are you going to come back or are we playing hide and seek?" Hayato sighs, reaching into a pocket for dynamite.

A hum comes from Mukuro, the mockingly amused sound coming from all directions at once. A giant lotus flower abruptly appears under them all, non-existent to the rest of the public even as it glows with a pure white light.

Takeshi lets go of Kyouya and reaches for the wrapped up sword hanging over a shoulder.

In that moment of distraction, Chrome steps up and bleeds into Kyouya's form as the man shifts to her's. The fake Kyouya slips into position beside Takeshi as the fake Chrome steps back to the end of the group.

"Hey, calm down," Mukuro berates, dissolving into being beside the fake Chrome as the lotus vanishes. "I just wanted to show you a pretty flower."

Takeshi looks back to his side and sees Kyouya where he left the Cloud so he relaxes.

Lambo rolls his eyes. "Tsuna, I think he's getting bored. How much longer to the restaurant?"

"Maybe five minutes," Tsuna responds and then waves a hand at Mukuro. "Come up here, you're walking with me now."

Hayato and Mukuro both protest, because Tsuna has taken up the dreaded punishment method of making his Guardian's hold his hand when they start trouble. Of course, that's only for Lambo, Mukuro and Kyouya. The rest get disappointed looks from Tsuna and the occasional timeout when they go too far.

"But then I'd leave my cute Chrome all alone," Mukuro complains, latching onto Chrome with both arms. "Come on, I'll behave."

"I promise I'll watch him better, Boss," Chrome says with her eyes wide and apologetic.

"That's cheating," Tsuna deadpans. "You can't use Chrome against me like that."

Mukuro splutters dramatically. "I didn't force her to say that. Look, is her eye red? Am I possessing her?"

Tsuna just shakes his head and starts walking again. "Alright, fine, but you hold my hand next time."

The group starts moving again and while the two men on the rock wall are still noisy, the Vongola Guardians move further away until they can barely hear the two.

Unwatched, because she's so quiet and never causing trouble, Chrome calmly forms a small Roll sphere in one hand, without spikes. Mukuro smirks as she then turns on a heel and pegs the ball at the men, the sphere cutting through the air in a blur.

It hits one in the temple and makes him slam into the other, both toppling over and landing in the water with a loud splash.

Fortunately, the Guardians are far enough away that the noise doesn't carry.

Kyouya and Chrome switch back at a traffic light three minutes away when they all gather into a jumbled mess.


Mukuro shudders as the wind slams into his back, throwing his hair out in front of him. He winces when his eye is poked by a strand and brushes it back pointlessly since it only gets messed up again.

Chrome is beside him, her coat's hood pulled up to keep her hair away from her face. She doesn't seem to be having trouble with the cold considering the multiple layers she is wearing.

Ryohei leads the small group, the boxer enthusiastically striding through the freezing weather. Despite his jacket being thin, it keeps out the wind, plus Ryohei is just a furnace himself.

Kyouya is lagging behind, not willing to associate with any of them, a thick trench coat wrapped around him.

Normally, Kyouya would disappear like Mukuro would with Chrome, but Ryohei has the address and honestly the three have underestimated Ryohei's horrific sense of direction.

The walk was supposed to be a short one but Ryohei took lead and none of the rest cared enough to spend twenty minutes arguing who was the more extreme at directions.

So of course they got lost, and Mukuro was fine the first ten minutes but it's now just over twenty, the building with Tsuna and the rest is nowhere in sight, and he feels his teeth about to start chattering.

Illusions could only make Mukuro stop feeling warm, but then that brings the risk of not knowing when to find warmth. There are some pretty bad stories about frostbitten Mists out there who didn't understand that illusions tricked the mind, not body.

A thick, warm coat is suddenly draped over his shoulders and Mukuro instinctively slides his arms in and clutches it tight around him, able to stop himself before he did up the buttons. He glances over his shoulder to find Kyouya has dropped back again, walking along in his normal suit.

"I'm still Mukuro," the Mist calls back. "I haven't switched bodies with Chrome." The switching does tend to confuse most considering its subtle and without any prompting other than just because the two Mists feel like it.

"I know," Kyouya responds. "She's smart enough to not need assistance."

Mukuro huffs and faces forward again, buttoning up the coat and stuffing his numb hands into the warm pockets.

They spend another forty minutes following Ryohei before they happen upon the correct building, completely by accident. By the end even Ryohei is shivering and Chrome is not at all discretely trying to mould herself into Mukuro's side.

Mukuro doesn't feel the wind or cold at all, the coat incredibly well made and constantly heated. He strides into the meeting room, and raises an eyebrow when the temperature doesn't change.

"The heating is out," Hayato grumbles, shoulders hunched and arms crossed.

Everyone inside is wearing their coats and scarves and Tsuna is using his gloves in mitten mode to keep his hands warm.

Kyouya makes his way to an empty single seater couch and calmly leans back into the definitely freezing cold leather. He doesn't look visibly cold but the weather must be cutting through him.

"You were out there for an hour," Tsuna sighs. "Why would you let Ryohei lead?"

"I am extremely good at leading," Ryohei protests.

"Why don't you have a coat?" Takeshi asks Kyouya with a worried frown.

"No worries," Mukuro cuts in. "I'll take care of the Skylark." He starts taking off the coat.

Kyouya looks apprehensive as Mukuro saunters up.

Tsuna face palms when Mukuro actually picks Kyouya up and then sits down on the couch with the stunned Cloud on his lap before throwing the coat over both of them.

Hayato groans and lets his head fall back.

Kyouya lifts an arm and the coat falls away from that shoulder to reveal the bright silver of tonfa parallel to his forearm.

Before anything else can happen, Chrome steps over and nudges Kyouya to the side so she could sit on Mukuro's free thigh. Everyone is just kind of waiting for Kyouya to snap and kill everything in sight but Chrome blinks up at the Cloud with wide, innocent eyes and then lays her head on his shoulder.

Kyouya frowns but tucks his tonfa away and just pulls up the coat to cover himself entirely.

Mukuro is immensely satisfied at how manipulative Chrome has become. Also at how warm he is despite being in his thin shirt again.

"Did that just happen?" Tsuna whispers to Hayato.

The Storm shrugs. "They were subjected to Ryohei for an hour. Give them some time to get back to normal."

Takeshi gets up and flops over Chrome's and Kyouya's laps. It takes another five minutes for the rest of the Guardians to pile on top to get as much body heat as possible.