Hey guys! This chapter is a bit on the shorter end, sorry. But enjoy!
Gokudera left the house, shaking his head in confusion. What the fuck had just happened in there? He passed by the Sasagawa household, and glanced to his side when he heard a soft click. There was an oh-too-familiar sight of an indigo hairdo that resembled a pineapple.
"Oi!" He called out to her, "what's the meaning of Tenth being in a...in a...in a relationship with those two bastards?" He yelled. She stiffened, tensing up but still trying to stand tall. Kyoko and Haru told her not to let any of the boys bully her. She clutched her trident with both hands tightly.
She didn't even know what the Storm Guardian was going on about; she had been at Kyoko's for the past day due to the blizzard. She merely ignored him and walked down the small pathway to the gate that separated the house property and the sidewalk. Calmly, she opened the gate, and walked through it, only to be slammed into a wall by Gokudera. She squeaked. What was she going to do? She could ask Mukuro-sama for help, but she wanted to prove to the male that she was just as good as him. Even while pressed against a wall, Gokudera's forearm at her throat, she was able to slam her trident onto the ground. The first thing that came to her mind was the silverette's aversion to his sister, Bianchi.
Conjuring up an illusion of the boy's half-sister, she would hope for him to bend over in sickness, allowing her to get away. However, upon being in a life-threatening situation (since her breathing was being cut off), Mukuro tends to leap forth and protect her. That, in fact, is exactly what he did. In a poof of smoke, the petite and way too skinny girl disappeared leaving an irritated male illusionist in her wake. Mukuro frowned. What was going on? He took in the scene before him. Gokudera's arm was pressed heavily against his chest and the angry look on the bomber was obvious.
"Oya? What's this? Trying to force my dear Chrome into something? Hm?" The heterochromatic eyes narrowed, not amused. Gokudera snarled, drawing back a fist and striking Mukuro on the cheek. The male barely flinched.
"What the fuck do you think you're doping with Tenth? If this is some sort of ploy to get close to him, then just know it's not going to end well. For you, of course," he hissed. "Sending your henchmen to infiltrate and play with Tenth's emotions; I can't believe you would sink that low."
"Kufufu," Mukuro began to laugh to himself. "So they finally did it, huh? Took them long enough, the idiots." The Mist Guardian pushed off the Storm, causing him to stumble backwards before yelling out towards Mukuro who began to walk away.
"I don't know why the fuck you would go through so much trouble to cause illusions of Tenth having control over winter weather, either!" He declared. "It has no benefit to you!"
Mukuro paused, turning his head to look over his shoulder, "oh?" He questioned while quirking an eyebrow. "Well that is certainly an interesting development." That was all that was said before the indigo haired teen waved his trident, disappearing into mist, his trademark laugh dispersing into the air. Gokudera gripped at his hair in frustration. What was going on?!
Meanwhile, back at the Sawada household, a huddled mass of bodies cuddled together on the bed in Tsuna's room. Tsuna was lazily swirling bits of snow around the the middle of the room, the other two boys watching in awe and amazement. Though they won't admit it, they felt a sting of some unknown emotion. Tsuna had been born like this; Tsuna could be considered normal. Chikusa and Ken were made to be what they were. They shook the thought from their minds' as quickly as it was able to intrude into their peaceful thoughts; it was a hot poker that had melted through the barricade of ice Tsuna had put up between their worries and their conscious. Metaphorically, of course. Tsuna created a large snowflake in the middle of the room, then soon it had exploded into smaller forms, melting and leaving no trace between being in the large structure to the tiny droplets that fell from it.
"We should probably be leaving soon," Chikusa sighed. He had caught a glimpse of the digital clock on the brunette's desk and it was getting late. Tsuna pouted, he didn't want them to leave. He thought quickly.
"Okay," Tsuna stated simply, getting up, grabbing a small bag and throwing in a school uniform, some undergarments, and a small phone. "I'm ready whenever you are," the Decimo shrugged. Ken and Chikusa shared a look. "What?" Tsuna questioned. They both looked at him, their faces twisted into a way that said 'what are you talking about?' "Surely you don't expect me to leave you when I don't have to. You signed up for a clingy, clumsy, no-good, weird, brunette, boyfriend," he explained. Ken rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"How do you expect to get to class tomorrow?" Chikusa deadpanned.
"I'll...walk," he responded, but even then he knew that the notion was ridiculous. Ken scoffed, and Chikusa sent him a glare.
"You're not walking alone."
"Who said I was going to be alone?"
"Tch."
Tsuna stood defiantly, arms crossed, and face set in a scowl, but it was more of a pout."If I'm not going with you, then you're not leaving!" He huffed.
"I see no problem with that," Ken decided to put himself into the discussion. From atop of the bed, he had propped himself up with his elbows, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. "Kaki-pi." he whined out, "don't argue with him, we'll just stay." He decided, dropping himself to the mattress and burying his head in the sheets. "Don't know what you're thinking, I wasn't going anywhere, idiots." He muttered into the sheets.
Chikusa sighed, though Tsuna grinned. "Mama!" He called down the hall and stairs to wherever his mother may be on the first floor. "Can Ken and Chikusa move into my room?" He yelled bravely. His two counterparts were taken aback at the notion, but they didn't dislike it.
A disapproving tone floated up the stairs and into the room. "They planned on leaving?" She tsked slightly, even though the boys could not hear her. "The guest room can be Chrome's new room; we're not leaving her homeless," Nana declared. The three teens gaped, and Nana, having this motherly intuition knew what they were doing. "I have my sources," she yelled out between loud giggles.
That's when Tsuna felt the unease in his stomach. He gasped, the familiar feeling was only something he associated with one person: Mukuro.
"Mukuro!" He shouted while racing out of the room.
"Mukuro-sama?" The two teens left in the room chorused before following their brunette boyfriend at a less rushed pace.
"Kufufu, my, oh, my, Tsunayoshi-kun, it only took you long enough," Mukuro taunted once Tsuna had entered the kitchen on the first floor. Tsuna panted, out of breath due to his short sprint.
"Get..." he panted, "away from her!" Tsuna didn't trust Mukuro in the slightest, especially not when he was around his mother. Mukuro grimaced at the memory of trying to possess the boy's mother.
"Kufufu, Sawada Nana, you will be a valuable tool," Mukuro chuckled. He had broken into the house early that evening after he saw the teen leave with that baby. Nana was washing dishes, humming to a song when she heard the escaped convict enter her home. Nana continued to have her back to him, ignoring him. "Oya, oya, at least have the gall to appear scared. It ruins my ego."
"Rokudo Mukuro, escaped convict from Vindice; slaughtered the famiglia that took him in and conducted numerous tests on you. Why would I be scared when you're just a scared little boy who is trying to get revenge on those who wronged him? What do I have to be afraid of?" She shut off the water, sighing, and turned to the Kokuyo teen. "you came here in an attempt to use me. don't be fooled, Rokudo Mukuro, I am much stronger than I appear."
Mukuro, shocked, was unable to say anything as Nana led him out of the house and slammed the door behind him. Since then, he has had a respect for the woman.
Nana smiled kindly, her eyes held knowledge that Tsuna hadn't seen before. Oh god, his mother really was a mafia wife. Mukuro shuffled awkwardly, remembering that day. "Mukuro-kun, is something wrong?" Nana asked sweetly, a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Of course not, Sawada-san. If you excuse me, I need to talk to Ken and Chikusa." He muttered before leaving the kitchen and pulling the two boys along with him into the living room.
"He's absolutely terrified of you. Mama, what did you do?" Tsuna questioned his mother who bustled around the kitchen, preparing dinner for the household.
"...if you hurt her son, she will end you!" Tsuna heard Mukuro yell from the other room. He winced. What had his mother done to Mukuro? He shook his head, laughing lightly. Whatever it was, kept her safe from Mukuro possessing her; one less thing to worry about, he supposed.
So, I'm a bit lost as to what to write next. It's mainly been fluff, it seems, but I don't know what to write for the next chapter Leave some suggestions in the reviews? If anything, Reborn will probably come back in the next chapter. That will be interesting. I love you all!
