Will You be the Marshmallow in my Pineapple Shake?
Chapter Six

Byakuran slammed his fist into the wall, and looked down. "Mukuro-kun...," he growled. Even though he hadn't chased after the illusionist who had ditched him, the bitterness in his heart was everlasting. "You bastard... you stupid... stupid bastard... how could you just leave me like this...?"

The winged man slumped into the couch, and sighed. "He DID say he was a demon." He closed his eyes, breathing a little heavy from his anger, and slipped into darkness.

The albino reawoke to a lush, green meadow, tall and plentiful, and accompanied by a very blue sky which had a perfect hue. Clouds were white, and fluffy, and across the way, a lake lied over the ground, waves shimmering as they rolled lazily into the bay. As Byakuran looked about in awe, he saw a man in the distance, and another person whom he didn't recognize.

"Chrome," said the man, reaching out and touching her cheek. "I need you."

"Yes, Mukuro-sama," she replied, blushing.

As Byakuran's vision cleared around the two, he found it to be Mukuro and a girl who looked much like him... perhaps, a sister? He snuck a little closer, trying not to be noticed as he eavesdropped. "Now listen, Chrome. There's a man in our old home, Glo Xinia is his name. I need to take the wheel for a moment so that I may drive him out. We need that home to be available when I get out of here, okay?"

"Yes, Mukuro-sama."

"Now, continue to evade detection and provide for yourself... I'll meet you in the back of Arrigo's tool store, okay?"

"Yes, Mukuro-sama."

"I'll bring you some good food, and I'm going to leave Ken and Chikusa with you. I want you to be safe."

"Yes, Mukuro-sama."

"I must go now. I sense that my idiotic roommate is nearby. He was asleep when I came in, but I don't know whether he's awake or..."

"Okay, Mukuro-sama."

That girl's voice just irked the albino every time he heard it. It was too high... and too fragile. There was no WAY she was Mukuro's sister. But more importantly, Byakuran was fading. He felt the dream slipping from his grasp, and jumped into reality when a hand was placed on his shoulder. "Byakuran."

The noise was brief, and sharp, like the person who said it was angry. Being one who disliked people being short with him, Byakuran lazily opened his amethyst gaze and sat up, staring at Mukuro with a blank expression. "Mukuro-kun?" he murmured, tired, "What?"

"... Nothing," Mukuro replied, standing up straight. "You were making a face like you were having a nightmare."

"Hardly," Byakuran said.

The conversation in itself got on Byakuran's nerves. It was simple. Tense. The kind of conversation acquaintances would have with one another. And they were NOT acquaintances. They weren't even just roommates! ... Right?

"Mukuro-kun," Byakuran started, cocking his head to the side in an innocent display as he asked, "Are we friends?"

"... Eh... no?" Mukuro answered with a sort of nervous smile, "More like... rivals, if you ask me."

"Rivals," Byakuran said. What a meaningless word. Byakuran wouldn't even call his dessert a rival! It was a strange, twisted word that meant that they were adversaries. Opponents. People who engaged in 'friendly competition.'

No.

"We're not rivals," the albino denied. "Mukuro-kun... aren't we more?"

"I don't know what your talking about, I told you, there is no 'us.'"

The winged man's eyes grew narrow, and he hopped off of the bed. "If you insist," he said in a sing-song voice, "but I don't agree~!"

"Byakuran, look. I don't know what you feel for me, but know that I don't return it."

Hurt, Byakuran folded his arms, and grabbed a bag from his nightstand, before shoving it into Mukuro's arms. "I love you," he said simply, before walking away.

He'd handed over a bag of his favorite marshmallows.

The next day...

Byakuran awoke, his body aching from the small amount of sleep that he had gotten. He'd gone to sleep outside, where he had taken to a more stony bedding. The ground was hard, and cold, and very uncomfortable. But he had no choice- he couldn't bring himself to see Mukuro's face after the previous day. He felt empty inside... for he'd given up hope after then. If Mukuro wouldn't accept his love, then what would he do? Would he continue to meet up with Kikyo and Daisy? And put the plan of world domination back in action?

It all seemed so futile.

What was to be done? He'd retreated outside to sleep for the night... and he was filled with sorrow and frustration. His heart ached to go back to Mukuro, and punish him for his impudence!
No.

It couldn't happen.

Byakuran recalled the words of his parallel world's self. He had to be gentle with the illusionist- he couldn't force anything.

Especially love.

Byakuran, regardless of his personality, knew the traits of love. Love was delicate and kind, never rough-edged. Never thorned. Never would Byakuran live to hurt Mukuro. Never would he dare to attack the illusionist. Never would he dare to raise a finger against him. Mukuro was a delicate, little flower. An orchid, Byakuran mused. One whose petals were soft and smooth, whose form was enticing, alluring. One who was a fragile beauty, composed of nothing more than his unbreakable will.

Demon?

No.

Angel?

Absolutely.

The albino sighed and stretched, then headed back towards the building. Coming out to meet him at the same time was a red-haired man.

Shoichi.

"Byakuran! Sheesh, were you out here all night?"

The albino, feeling lonely, took to the air, his wings fluttering as he lifted himself off the ground, and he tackled the older man, his arms wrapping around the slender body. "Sho-chan!" he cried, "I'm so happy to see you! I... I WAS out here all night, I was! Because... because... oh, Sho-chan...!"
"Uh- Byakuran...? Eh- what...?"

Byakuran settled back on to the ground, and looked at Shoichi with affection as he tightened his embrace slightly. "Because Mukuro-kun hates me," he breathed, "and I want him to like me. No... I want Mukuro-kun to love me!"

"Byakuran?" Shoichi murmured, "Are you all right?"

"I'm... I'm fine," Byakuran said quietly, an idea forming in his mind. When he glanced over Shoichi's shoulder, he smirked, seeing a blue mess of hair, and turned the older man, then, thinking he was SO smart, pressed his lips to the other man's. Shoichi gasped and shoved the albino off of him instantly, but Byakuran figured it had been enough to catch that illusionist's attention anyway, and he stood upright, proud of himself.

"Byakuran, that was EXTREMELY innappropriate!" Shoichi announced, blushing and hastily pushing up his glasses. "Get inside the building!"

"Sure thing, Sho-chan," Byakuran hummed, walking in. He frowned when he saw that, regardless of his efforts, Mukuro was NOT looking in his direction. In fact, he was looking at that teal-haired kid again. That... FRAN kid.

"Ne, Master, that albino fairy is looking at you with beady eyes," the kid said, "I think he's gonna try to eat you again!"

"Hush, Fran, don't look at him," Mukuro said in a voice that was just loud enough for Byakuran to hear. The winged man, enraged, reached down and fisted the crown of Mukuro's hairstyle, his eyes blazing.

"Mukuro-kun," he hissed, "It's not nice to ignore people."

For a brief moment that Byakuran's sharp eyes barely caught, that illusionist winced with pain. The so called demon, practically flinched! And the gesture just irritated Byakuran. "Mukuro-kun, talk to me."

"Let me go."

"That's right, I should let you go. Because it hurts! Ne, Mukuro-kun!"

"Byakuran!" Shoichi snapped, walking over to the two. "Let him go."

The albino gave Shoichi a brief glance, then released the illusionist, trying to blink away the fire in his eyes. "Byakuran... gah, you're such a freaking bastard...," Mukuro snarled, rubbing the back of his head sorely.

"You were being a jerk," Byakuran replied. "Uhm... I... I want an answer, Mukuro-kun..."

"You have your answer!" Mukuro said, chucking something at the albino. Byakuran hastily caught it, and felt a knot form in his chest when he saw that bag of marshmallows. "I've GIVEN you an answer! Go away, stop bothering me!"

Byakuran's shoulders slouched as he began to slink away, and he clutched the returned gift close to his chest as some odd feeling came over him. Was it that foreign emotion... sadness? No, not foreign. He'd felt it earlier! Now, it was something new, something a lot stronger.

Something like heartbreak.

-End Chapter

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