Title: Handcuffs, Seriously?

Rating: T

Warnings: Strongly implied mature content, 6918, MukuHiba, OOC

Note: So, I was reading chapter 322…and then it just hit me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyoshi Hitman Reborn!

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Handcuffs, Seriously?

"Answer me", Hibari commanded, kicking Mukuro in the chest.

Mukuro raised an eyebrow at the other, giving the prefect a quizzical look, "what? I thought you'd be use to my presence in your bathtubs these days."

Holding up the trident he had caught, Hibari sneered, "why are you throwing your weapon at me? Itching for a fight?"

"In the bathtub?" Mukuro laughed before he scoffed, "obviously not, unless you're up for some passion of a different kind."

Narrowing his eyes, Hibari slightly waved the trident in front of the illusionist, silently demanding for an answer.

"Just learning from you~" Mukuro drawled out his words. He watched as blank expression ran across Hibari's face for a second before it scrunched up in confusion. Mukuro wondered himself why he had said that line, there wasn't anything he would, could, learn from the Japanese boy, "chucking your weapon hazardously."

"I haven't been discarding my tonfas", Hibari stated calmly, his foot kicking Mukuro's knee rather softly.

"So I've noticed", Mukuro returned the kick, "I cannot express the emotion I felt when you chucked those grungy handcuffs instead of your tonfas"

"Are you mocking me?" Hibari asked, immaturely swiping his hand across the surface of the water, splashing water on Mukuro's face.

"You're always harping on about discipline", a smirk made its way on Mukuro's face as he casually wiped the water off his face, "yet you're the one going around, throwing handcuffs"

"So?" Hibari glared at the other, wanting to kick the Italian out of his bathtub.

"Why are you throwing handcuffs at other 'people'?" Mukuro tapped the other's forehead lightly, "you only need to throw them at me~"

This time, it was Hibari's turn to raise an eyebrow at the other.

"So, you know", Mukuro smiled widely, "so I can use them on you." Mukuro leaned forward to grasp the other's wrist, "you have no discipline".

As Hibari swiftly pushed Mukuro's head into the lukewarm water, like dunking oreo cookies in milk, not that Hibari did that, he couldn't help but think that it was the most outrageously twisted form of jealousy he's seen from the devious Mist Guardian.