It shouldn't have been such a big deal. Really it shouldn't have! They fight all of the time, it's just something those two always did. There was no stopping it.
Inevitably someone would say something to tip the other off. Usually it was Mukero making some inane comment that he knew would have the other out for his blood.
But sometimes in the rarer moments it was Hibari who went and made the comment. Usually thoughtless but it always struck where it hurt. Tsuna hardly allowed himself to think about those scenarios. The property damage! The cost of fixing said damage!
Really it was better left not talked about. It was tough to ignore though. His hyper intuition was going off the charts. The more Tsuna ignored the two of them the worse it got.
With a truly suffering sigh he dropped his head into his hands. Papers flew off his desk, his comfortable chair groaned as he put his full weight into it.
"Please don't destroy the west wing. Please don't destroy the west wing. Please don't destroy the west wing."
The west wing was destroyed.
In probably the worst series of events to have ever unfolded in Vongola history as well! Truly Mukuro would have been proud of himself if it wasn't for the fact that Hibari hadn't reacted correctly.
Sure he had fought with all the civility of a snail, and maybe he did throw a few things here and there. But something about the way he looked at him was just off.
The fight wasn't even proportionate to the crime. A crime that was more accidental than anything. Not that he was willing to admit it. The stupid bird shouldn't have been in his way.
Really. It was an accident.
It certainly was not an accident.
Hibari could tell you at that moment that the attack on Hibird? It was targeted. Cold cruel attempted murder.
If it was anyone else they would be dead right now. Ten feet under the ground, not dead quite yet, still withering from the pain. Suffering though, and slowly dying.
It would have been a glorious death. One worthy of attempted murder. An eye for an eye after all. But this was Mukero, he couldn't exactly allow that could he?
No, if he was getting revenge it had to be better. Death was too good of a punishment for the terrible thing he had done. You would think after so long Mukuro would know which boundaries were to never be crossed.
Of course this was the case, he knew. He even understood why they weren't to be crossed. But that didn't stop him. Why would it? He loved the ensuing fight. He loved the look on Hibari's face as he came in for the kill.
It was the small thrills in life, he was hard pressed to not allow it.
But this has gone too far.
"But-but what did he do?" Tsunayoshi asked. The smaller boy walked quickly next to him, almost tripping over himself to stop Hibari from murdering his friend.
"Hn."
"CHANGED YOUR BIRDS FOOD? THAT'S IT?"
To mess with his little animals delicate diet was a crime worse than death. Hibari would make sure that he suffered for it.
Ahead of them stood a statue of a woman with a scale, the statue almost looked alive. One glance at the stone cloth covering the woman's face and he knew.
He knew what must be done.
"Hn." He said to the statue.
"What? No Hibari-San please don't put hair dye in his conditioner. The mansion won't-"
It was too late.
"DIE!" Pineapple head waved around a large trident, his usual dark blue hair was now a multitude of colors. Most prominently a dull pink and a vibrant green.
"No," he said simply in reply. "You die."