Sweet Dreams, My Love

The room stayed still for a few seconds as both teens gaze at the other's caramels and chocolate browns. The hand stroking her cheek paused as he leaned in closer, his breath trickling her skin. The orange head could do nothing but stare at him with glazed eyes, her mind went blank from the thumping of her heart. Kyoko found her honey browns fluttering close unconsciously as his lips hovered inches away from hers and—

"I didn't know you were the type to attack guys in their sleep."

The orange head snapped her eyes open only to have her cheek tugged, causing her mouth to stretch to the side by one of his hands which had oh-so-lovingly caress her just a few seconds ago. He was now propping his head to the side with the palm of his hand as support and looking down at the orange head with the sweetest smile.

"Fweh?"(eh?)

The orange head said dumbly from her outstretched mouth and the young Mafioso chuckled lightly before loosening the tug on her cheek. Kyoko blinked in confusion, her mind was still in a daze.

"I was having a nice dream and the next thing I know, we're here on the floor with a very….suggestive position."

Tsuna trailed off while her caramels widened at the statement. She then tried to move, only to find his legs sprawled in between hers and that they were practically tangled up to the point that simplest of movement could make their skin brushed. Meaning, there was no way to escape and standing up was out of the question seeing how the brunette doesn't plan on letting her off that easily.

"So…what were you doing again?" Kyoko snapped her caramels up to the brunette who titled his head to the side playfully.

"I-I…."

She gripped on the soft blanket under her and bit her lips, desperately racking her brain for any reason she could come up with. Truthfully, the orange head didn't even know what came over her before. Kyoko had pushed the thoughts off as her simply feeling gratitude for being saved from a marshmallow loving freak but that doesn't explain why she had cared for the young Mafioso as much as she did.

The brunette caught her shifting eyes and figured out the whole situation when he noticed the white fabric that streamed down gracefully from the couch. Tsuna stroke on the smooth material where his hand was propped and a warm smile graced his lips at the thought of the orange head worrying over him for such reasons. He switched his sight back to the other teen and noticed her fidgeting in place. The thought of letting her off the question had of course crossed his mind, but there was something about her looking all flustered with a tint of redness on her cheeks that changed his mind almost immediately.

….On second thought, teasing her is way more interesting.

The orange head was then oblivious to the playful smirk that graced his features.

"Umm…I-I was just…." Kyoko choked on her words, cursing inwardly for not finding a descent excuse to fool the young Mafioso.

"Thinking of something dirty just now?" he finished her sentence with his ever-so-innocent smile.

"Ye—" She was about to nod when his words finally sunk in. "…Wait, WHAT!"

"H-How the hell did it come to that!" She screamed as heat crept up her cheeks.

"Well, you didn't push me away minutes ago so I thought you were looking forward to some….stuffs" He trailed off.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" The orange head hissed.

"And what 'stuff'?" She quoted the word with her fingers mockingly before crossing her arms over her chest and turning her face away from him with a huff.

"Hmm..." His lips turned to an amused grin as glowing ambers replaced chocolate browns. Her caramel orbs widened when he brought up orange locks and kissed it softly. The brunette's lips lingered there for a second before his honey browns fluttered open to gaze at the other teen. A satisfied smirk appeared on his features as the orange head blushed furiously.

"W-What are you—"

Kyoko flinched when a hand moved up to her cheek that slowly made its' way down to trace her jaws. The brunette trailed down her neck and stopped on her collarbone, feeling the shudder as a barely audible gasp escaped came from the teen under him. His fingers was gently tracing over her rosy lips, causing her to tense at the touch.

He whispered beside her ear in a low, deep tone. "….here?"

A shiver ran up her spine as she nearly loose it by just hearing his voice and the fast thumping on her chest was clearly not helping her at all. The only thing she knew was that she couldn't take any more of this, fearing for her dear heart as the unsteady heartbeats were already ringing in her ears like a bell.

She snapped her eyes shut and blurted out rapidly "Ididn'twantyoutocatchacold!"

Tsuna pulled back as his ambers returned to its' chocolate browns filled with confusion "…what?"

"Y-you were drenched from the lake because of me a-and its' cold in here so I-I didn't want you to catch a cold!"

Tsuna didn't need to check with his hyper intuition to know that the orange head was speaking the truth….that she cared for him for even such a trivial thing. All he could feel was his own heartbeats against his chest and that warmth feeling on his heart from her sincerity, something he'd long forgotten since the brunette was thrown in the harsh and ruthless mafia world.

Ah….I really do love her...

"T-Tsuna-kun?" She asked worriedly as the brunette seemed to gaze at her blankly, his ambers reflecting a feeling she couldn't recognize.

He carefully brushed her bangs up and planted a kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering longer than necessary as he made sure to put in every bit of his heart into it.

So much that it hurts…

The young Mafioso pulled back and the orange head was then blinking her caramels in surprise. She brought a hand over her forehead and flushed a deep shade of red as her mind finally registered what happened in mere seconds.

"W-Wha?"

"That's all for today" He smiled brightly before getting on his feet and brushed on the crumpled material of his clothes. The brunette was about to settle back to the sofa when a hesitant voice came from the other teen standing in front of him.

"H-Hey…you can sleep on the bed with me you know?"

Tsuna froze before looking up at the orange head "….are you serious?"

"Yeah, I don't mind sharing, really." She beamed happily.

Tsuna almost face palmed at her innocent mind, half believing that she didn't even notice the double meaning in her own words.

"That's not what I meant…" He muttered with a hand over his mouth, a slight blush forming on his cheeks as he averted her gaze.

"Eh?" She tilted her head to the side, wondering why he was acting weird and shy all of a sudden.

The young Mafioso was then resisting the urge to bang his head on his study table repeatedly. He was happy that she was beginning to trust him but the other half of him just wanted to die right there and then at the thought that she wasn't even seeing him as a guy, a healthy one with needs of his own mind you.

So he settled with the twitching at the corner of his mouth as he looked at her in pure disbelief.

"No" He simply said before heading towards to the couch but was stopped on his tracks as the orange head grabbed his arm from behind. The brunette turned around but regretted doing so the next moment as he was greeted by an orange head shifting in her place with a blush decorating her reddening cheeks.

"B-But it's not comfortable to sleep on the couch." She started before taking his silence as a cue to continue. The Decimo was actually appreciating the pleasant view that practically screamed 'I'm-cute-and-ravishing!' at him.

"And I know you won't do anything weird to me….right?"

Did he mention banging his head to the table before? Scratch that, he meant the concrete wall now.

Silence filled the room once more as the two teens adjusted themselves on the comfy canopy bed with their backs facing each other and the blanket covering them from the cold.

"Damn hormones…."

Tsuna cursed under his breath, not wanting to believe that all his attempts to keep her away from him had now backfired in the worst possible way. He was so sure that she wouldn't dare to come close to him after his 'joke', even if he had earned himself a rewarding slap across his cheek in return. But noooo~ some 'denseness god' out there just wanted to have a good laugh at his stupid life.

"Uhh…you know…" Kyoko started hesitantly, making the brunette snapped out of his thoughts. "a-about the whole kidnapping thing this afternoon…."

"Oh, its' fine and no worries, I can wait" He breathed out calmly.

The orange head was about to ask him about what he meant when she was reminded of what happened before when he was supposed to be sleeping.

'I'll….try to trust you from now on….'

"Y-You heard that?" She turned around and squeaked when his face was inches away from hers.

"Heard what?" He said with a smirk.

"N-N-Nothing…" Kyoko swiftly moved to face the other side of the bed and brought the blanket up to cover her warming cheeks. A soft smile tugged on her lips as she closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to come over her.

Minutes passed and Tsuna was concentrating on something, anything other than the even breathing of the orange head resting peacefully. The brunette opened his eyes and sighed, he shouldn't have given in to her so easily. He was about to sit up and moved back to the sofa when a mumble came from the other teen, making him almost jumped in surprise.

"Okaa-san…tou-san…."

Something was wrong, her voice sound muffled for some reason and he turned to check on her. True enough, she had tears escaping from her caramels and her brows were furrowed together.

"I don't want….to be alone….please…"

The young Mafioso instinctively held out a hand and wiped the tears rolling down from the corner of her eyes. He patted her orange locks and closed his eyes before whispering softly.

"Shh...It's fine now, I'm here." Tsuna drew circles on her back, hoping to calm her down.

"I'll never leave you again.…I promise." The young Mafioso breathed out and smiled as the other teen seemed to loosen up and tears stopped forming. Tsuna drew back his hand but raised a brow as the orange head started to move closer to him. His eyes widened when she wrapped an arm around him and placed buried her face to his chest. A content smile played on her lips as her breathing returned to it steady rhythm.

"You're kidding me…"He muttered out tiredly and ruffled his hair, screaming inwardly at the blush that was already reaching up to his ears.

The brunette wasn't even sure if he might do anything to the orange head in his sleep with how close they were. So there goes his last chance to have a well-deserved rest, he couldn't possibly think of anything along the lines of sleeping with her hot breath trickling on his neck. He finally sighed in defeat and kissed the top of her head.

"Sogni d'oro, il mio amore…"

END

A/N short: The last thing Tsuna which literally means 'golden dreams' but I heard it's commonly used to wish 'sweet dreams' in italian language. Correct me if I'm wrong!

Extra Corner

"Hmm…it's gotten quiet…maybe they're tired and fell asleep?"

(Back to the Decimo's bedroom)

The young Mafioso was muttering to no one else in particular, hoping to distract himself from you-know-who.

I'm a gentleman, I'm a gentleman, I'm a gentleman, I'm—

Hmm….her hair smells like strawberry.

….

My favourite…

The sky guardian did a hard mental slap as he shook his head and shut his eyes tight, focusing on getting rid of the thought of her.

Bad thoughts Tsuna! Bad thoughts!

Now….where was I…

"Mnn…"

The young Mafioso flinched as she moved to snuggle closer to him. He wished he could hold her in his sleep, wrapping his hands around the soft material of her gown adorning her warm, smooth skin…

Tsuna wanted to run away. The internal scuffle between the honest, innocent Tsu-kun and his selfish, unreasonable reasons resumed in his mind.

Don't you ever betray Kyoko!

The voice at the back of his head reminded him. He remembered the times when they were still kids and he was still the shy boy who'd always been honest to Kyoko…

…DAMN IT!

He grabbed his hair in frustration seeing how he couldn't bang his head to the wall with the hope that it could make him unconscious from constant damage. Oh how he'd do anything other than having to face this sweet, yet very torturous night.

Meanwhile, someone needed to go and explained to Byakuran that reality isn't as nice as he thought. Especially for our poor Decimo since the reality loves to toy with him and his poor, poor life.