And I, your willing victim
When Rokudo Mukuro found that his plans moved much smoother than he expected, he could advance his plan and push back its expected timelines. So he reached Namimori where he intended on taking the boy who would be the next heir of Vongola, since the famiglia was desperately trying to hold down or even capture Xanxus who was currently doing a murder-spree - trying to eliminate any and all competition. If the sheltered brat wouldn't be a successor, he would at least be a good spawn that he could use against the CEDEF who doted on his family and treated them second only to the famiglia itself.
"You want to kidnap me? Well, let's go this very night. We'll go wherever you wish, Prince charming."
He did not expect that the brat would be so gung-ho on leaving his home behind. The boy was zipping through his room, uncaring of the intruder who barged into his room with a dagger on his neck telling him that he'd be good bait or a good pawn for his world domination plans. The boy was packing up only the necessities, his eyes twinkling at the prospect of getting away from this hellhole. He felt like Rapunzel who had the prince help her escape from the tall tower which led a double life as a prison cell. He, unlike the princess, wouldn't let the prince take on her heavy feelings and heavy background story with her equally heavy and long hair. His hair was short, but it was a bird's nest. Well, you can't have all the good things in life.
He finally packed everything he needed in the backpack and looked chirpily at the dumbfounded kidnapper.
"We have to leave before dawn since that wretched prefect will block us from escaping. He's a damn tyrant! Let's make haste!"
Where was the resistance? What would the illusionist do with all his preparations for intimidation and threats? He spent at least two nights rehearsing in front of a mirror. Well, not the last one. But it felt like all his excitement was down the drain because of this kid and it made him become the voice of reason in this plan, and he asked the other-
"What about your parents? Won't they be worried if you're missing?"
"Don't worry, I'll tell mom that I've gone on a journey to find myself and become a star like my dad. It worked for him, so why wouldn't it work for me too?"
"What about your friends?"
"My friends would miss having a face to punch into. I'm going to be the selfish one and leave for my safety and sanity.
If you want, I'll leave them a parting letter having written -'It's not you, it's me' or would you rather prefer, 'Don't search for me, for I shall always be with you... in your hearts.'?"
"What about your dreams or ambitions?"
"I've always dreamed of being whisked away from my dreary world by my very own prince charming~ You've granted my wish!"
"..." seeing that his kidnapper was giving a very unimpressed stare, the brunette hurriedly changed his statement so that the guy wouldn't change his mind on choosing him.
"You see, I'm at the bottom of the barrel and I'm been knighted as Dame-Tsuna. There's literally nothing around when you've sunk as low as I am on the social ladder! I have no worldly attachments!"
The brunette had achieved enlightenment! The statement shocked the living daylights from the illusionist and it even shocked the world, as it relinquished the sun and it decided to rudely encroach on their little heart to heart.
The brunette screeched at the sunlight, "It burns! We might be too late! We must escape immediately!" The relationship between light and dark is complicated by the lover's(not really) need for the privacy of darkness in order to be together ("More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!" )
Rokudo Mukuro facepalmed on the other's theatrics. This was too melodramatic for his tastes- he did not intend on becoming the Romeo for his Juliet, nor did he intend on letting the other become Count Dracula.
Who was he to look at a gift horse in its mouth? The soldiers lay defeated because they did just that with the Trojan horse.
When the two shuffled across the streets, a hand gripped onto the brunette. The illusionist thought there was finally an adversary to his plans... But the black haired teen looked at the gold, determined eyes of the brunette and said,
"Why would you leave me behind? Aren't we friends? Let us go together!" the jock looked at the brunette with aggrievance.
What was this stupid turnaround? These two can get into their lovers spat without him. Don't tell him that this whole routine was meant for their reconciliation?! He did not want to be the third wheel. But he didn't want to stop the whole kidnapping, but continuing it in this turn of events made him take up a role that he was deeply unwilling to take up.
While Rokudo was visibly wilting, the brunette was thinking that even this kid was thinking of running away from his home. He wanted to tell the jock to think twice on his decision since he thought that the other was just feeling stressed from the constant harassment (concern and nagging from the other's former teammates and the guy's friends.) and wanted to get away from it all. But the jock had simply run into his house for his own preparation, leaving no ears behind for the sage bits of advice of the brunette.
When the jock came back with a blade with a bamboo sheath, the absent-minded illusionist thought that he was intending on making sushi, since that was what the store associated itself with. He then looked at the brunette who told him to call him Tsuna and told the teen, "You don't have to bring the sword along. I'm not planning on slicing and eating Tuna. The boy would be more useful alive than dead.". Tsuna looked at him, highly affronted and the illusionist relished that reaction while Yamamoto looked amused as hell.
The jock assured the brunette, "Don't worry Tsuna. I can still make sushi with this blade- But we don't have to eat sushi if you're not comfortable with them."
Rokudo added fuel to the fire saying, "It's cannibalism after all."
He thought the two would come in grasps with reality when he brought them to their new place of residence- a desecrated antiquated building that would bite the dust at any moment now. But the two started circling the interiors and were looking more and more impressed by the moment.
"What do you think? This is our new home. I'll introduce you, here- these are the ratty torn curtains that don't do the one job they've got. They're not going to protect any one's security."
Yamamoto, the ever ball of sunshine, piped up. "You've got to be more positive, Mukuro. I like sunlight, but Tsuna likes to live in the shadows. It's helped us make the compromise." Tsuna nodded fervently in agreement.
"What about the rat invested couches and the dense cob-web forests?"
Tsuna replied nonchalantly, "The spiders are going to eat up all the insects that can sting us and give us diseases. They're good at eating up the mosquitoes, so they're our pals.
The rats are our stock in case we can't manage to procure our breakfast, lunch or dinner." the other looked at him in distaste and pointed at the roach in the corner of the room and raised his eyebrow in question.
"That's... uh... Sir Lancelot, our new neighbor. I've got no issues with sharing the place, no sirree." the brunette quietly moved away from the cockroach as he said that.
Yamamoto's eyes glinted as he made a single strike at the pest, intending on exterminating it. The cockroach started flying and Tsuna turned pale at that.
'I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day (Night and day)
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly'
The jock had missed the strike when he heard that the brunette gave it a name, thinking that he wanted to keep it around. So he hastily spoke out an excuse,
"I wonder how far can Sir Lancelot go now that it has spread its wings. It's certainly motivated me to keep at it..." he said as he simply moved his hands and gripped the cockroach midflight. The brunette looked shocked at the nonchalance of the jock gripping on the hideous monstrosity. Rokudo supplied unhelpfully when he had a closer look on the winged insect, "It's a Mrs, huh? You might want to change that to Madame Lancelot, Tsunayoshi. Do you want to name her kids as Lancelot-1 Jr and so on?"
The expression on Tsuna's face would make the Scream painting proud.
Yamamoto the very epitome of a gentleman, released the lady and apologized for his rudeness with a sheepish grin. Tsuna looked at the insect-like it was Satan's very incarnate.