KissyYou: I do not own D. Gray Man, Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and the characters.

Warning: Yaoi alert! Don't like, then please don't proceed to read! The characters might be a little OOC and I'm going to change the ages of a few characters. Hope you like it!

===Part 1===

(Allen's POV)

Mukuro…KISSED ME! Right after he rejected me kissing him; apparently it's fine if it was the other way around! But he only kissed my face though…

I took a peek over at Mukuro and found him sleeping silently rolled over on his side facing towards me. He is sleeping soundlessly with a calm expression. Thank goodness that the Innocences are not affecting him in the room. Now that I look at him closely, he has very elegant eyelashes and smooth heart shape face. But he seems skinny and fragile. I fear if he is ever going to wake up from that state, but it is so peaceful to see him sleep well. It is soothing to watch his small breaths and the subtle rises and falls of his chest.

Then all of the sudden, there was a knock on the door and Mukuro's eyebrows knitted together softly as he slowly wakes up. His eyes open up gently and they peer right into my eyes. Then I noticed that I was staring at him for the whole morning. "Allen! Mukuro-san! Let's get lunch together!" I hear Lenalee said.

"Are you guys still asleep?" Lavi said through the door.

"Um…no we are awake now!" I replied. Mukuro slowly sat up and lightly rubbed his eyes. His hair…it's so long. It is probably longer than Kanda's hair…

"Good morning, boy…I mean Allen," Mukuro said as he turn to look at me with those sly eyes.
OH GOD, I WISH HE WERE TO LOOK AWAY NOW! I have a feeling that he is looking down on me with those eyes.

"Whatever," I replied and was about to enter the bathroom, until he stopped me.

"You might want to do something about those cheeks of yours," he smirked at me. I didn't know what he was talking about as I rub my cheeks furiously, until I came face to face with my reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was either I rubbed my cheeks hard enough for it to become that red or I am really blushing my head off…I'll go with the first assumption.

After we both got ready and dressed, we met up with Lavi and Lenalee to go to the cafeteria. Along the way, I could sense Lavi and Lenalee taking sneak peeks at each other and staring at Mukuro. My god, why are they staring at Mukuro…like that? It looks like they are checking him out! Aah! What are they doing?!

Once we arrived in the cafeteria, I went over to Jeryy to ask him to make extra food for Mukuro. You should've seen Mukuro's expression when I brought two "normal" (mountains) of food over to him. "Boy, I hope this is not all for you to eat," Mukuro asked plainly.

"Nope, you are eating this and I'm eating that," I said as I pointed to the mountain of food.

"There is no way I'm eating that."

"Yes, you can! You are really skinny! You need to refuel your energy from resting this whole time!" I shouted at him. And guess what? In the end he ate one-third of the food that I brought him! …Oh well, I guess that is a good start.

After eating, Mukuro and I went to the training field outside of the building to warm-up and train. Right off the bat, I could see Mukuro struggling to adjust to the bright afternoon sun. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine," he huffed. Oooh~ Stubborn, aren't we?

Mukuro brought a trident of his own; apparently it was not the trident that Komui gave him so how did he get another trident? I question a lot of things with this man. But Mukuro asked me to carry the trident for him as we walked towards the field.

"So, this is the training area for you, exorcists?" Mukuro asked as he slowly walked next to me.

"Yeah, have a seat here," I said as I gestured to the bench as I gave him his trident. He went over to the bench and sat down with the trident lying in-between his legs and against his right shoulder.

I did several stretches and push-ups (and by 'several' I meant 200 each). I could feel Mukuro looking at me in slight astonishment and I could feel his eyes wandering all over my body, but that is probably just my imagination. I also revealed my arm and its transformation into a large monstrous claw.

I heard a sound of an impressed whistle behind me. I turn to look at Mukuro and he gave me his signature smirk. "You must have an easy time catching a very large bomb in your direction," he stated.

"Yes, I do actually," I replied.

"How does your body support the weight of your arm and claw?"

"I don't know…it just does, I guess."

"Interesting," he smi—wait—WAIT! HOLD ON! He's SMILING?! LIKE SMILING? LIKE A TRUE SMILE?!
…It suits him very well…-ahem-

"Um…yeah," I answered. "Oh, I forgot! I need to go to a short mission briefing with Kanda to know our plan and strategy. Want to come along?"

(Mukuro's POV)

"I apologize, but I have to decline," I said calmly.

"Huh? Why?"

"Well, ever since escaping the prison that I have been staying for ten years and resting in this place for the entire time that I have arrived…I want to make up for lost time and gain my strength back." And besides, the last thing I want is to appear weak and pathetic in front of you as we are fighting these so-called Akumas.

The boy looks like he's satisfied with my answer and replied with, "Okay, stay here when I come back. I'll be back in a bit." And he left.

To be honest, sitting here on the bench and having the sun blazing down on me was strange. It's been far too long, being trapped in that prison, that the warmth of the sun felt unfamiliar and uncomfortable on my skin. However, it was not the time to look back in the past. I sigh quietly to myself and went ahead and got up from the bench…well, I tried to stand up from the bench. I could feel the strain on my legs from just trying to stand up. My shoulders are beginning to ache as I carry the trident within my hand. I could feel my arm struggling to prevent the trident from weighing my whole body down. When I look closely at my hand, it is shaking while gripping the trident. I know this is the first time lifting up a trident with my real body after so many years, but I'm so powerless and pathetic! I furrow my eyebrows in frustration. How is my body supposed to be able to fight against Akuma when I can barely stand up, let alone hold a trident to fight?!

I move my body to face a tree, my target for practice much to my embarrassment. I cannot imagine sparring against an actual person in this state.

I begin my training with slow swings and basic stabbing maneuvers. I didn't even leave a noticeable mark on the tree. I might as well have used a butter knife and it would be the same results. I couldn't even run and dodge properly. I could barely run in a straight line. My dodging was laughable. The majority of the time, I landed on my side straight onto the ground. Half of my body has a burning sensation from the friction of landing on the ground too harshly too many times. I feel my chest heaving heavily as I try to catch my breath. I haven't even trained with full potential for the past few minutes and I'm already ready to give into the fatigue. My body has a long way to go before it regains its full strength. But I refuse to give up. Not for a silly reason like fatigue. I continue my training and my struggle.

I don't know how long time has passed, but I slowly gained the strength that I've lost. My body feels lighter and I don't feel the soreness in my limbs. I move gracefully in my running and dodging. My arms are free from strain as I swing my trident in complicated maneuvers. I twist and move my body as I sparred against the tree, which is now clear evidence of the damage I'm causing. At this rate, I can practice while using my eye, just to make training a little more interesting. As I charge with my trident for the final blow, a shockwave of immense pain rushed into the right side of my face. My body crashes onto the ground from the sudden pain and I grasp my right eye. The familiar burning sensation returned, but it was far worse than last time. The pain is worse than stabbing hundreds of sharp sewing needles into my eye. In fact, it doesn't even come close. My face feels as if it was buried in burning coals with my skin being stabbed and shredded apart by invisible claws and teeth. I can't help but grind my teeth from the immense pain. If I could bite my own tongue off to distract myself from the pain, I would.

I try to look around with my left eye, but I only see colors and blurred outlines.

I can't focus on anything around me.

A warm liquid runs down my face.

My mind is numb from the pain.

I don't know what to think.

I don't know how long I've been lying on the ground.

I don't even know if the sun is still in the sky or if night is about to fall soon.

All I know is that I feel like I'm dying.

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===Part 2===

"…Mukuro?" a voice calling me away from the dark depths of eternal hell. "WHAT HAPPENED, MUKURO?! ARE YOU OKAY?! OH GOD, YOU'RE BLEEDING!"

I no longer feel pain. I can feel my hand clutching tightly to my right eye. The blood has cooled and dried on my face, leaving an uncomfortable and sticky mess. I open my left eye to see, not the sky, but the face of a white-haired angel.

It was the boy.

It was Allen…looking down at my face with fear and worry written all over his facial features. Sadness also appears in his eyes, but that could have been my imagination or blood loss.

I wouldn't mind the thought of Allen being sad for me, though…

The expression of his face seemed so innocent and so vulnerable.

Something within me compelled me to comfort him…just to see that smile back on his face.

So I blink slowly…and reached my free hand to caress his cheek.

As I caressed his face, I barely whispered, "Don't fear. I'm still here for you…"

His expression was replaced with shock and confusion. He must have thought I was delusional or maybe I was.

But somehow…

I believed that it was the right thing to say. And I feel a small smirk forming on my face.

"Mukuro!" I could hear Allen's voice crack as if he was about to cry. Then I felt his hand grasping my own that was resting against his cheek as if I was about to disappear.

Before I knew it, I was pulled up on my feet and dragged to the infirmary. Allen wrapped my arm around his shoulders and carried my entire weight on him. I feel bad for making the boy worry, but I just can't help myself feeling a bit…glad at the close contact. I also can't help myself from leaning down to kiss Allen on his temple and whispering "Grazie" into his ear.

(Allen's POV)

I could feel his smooth lips caressing my right temple and a very quiet "Grazie" against my ear. I can't help but to blush at the contact as I support him to the infirmary.

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I waited next to Mukuro as he is recovering on the bed. Mukuro is currently taking a small nap before dinner. Damn, he has the most innocent and angelic face when he sleeps…compared to his face when he's awake. The nurse stated that Mukuro's vital organs and current condition is average and stable. However, they did question as to why he was bleeding through his eye. They did a thorough examination of his right eye and there were no signs of damage to it. The funny thing is that when they checked his eye, the nurses were freaked out from seeing a number six in kanji staring at them.

But after a few minutes, Mukuro woke up. He was sluggish and didn't talk much, so I slowly took him to the cafeteria to make sure he eats well.

When we entered the cafeteria, I saw Kanda sitting by himself eating soba. Kanda…he's so handsome and elegant. I do question how I feel towards the guy…do I really like him that way? I do, right?

Then I look over at Mukuro, only to have him look so…damn what the hell am I thinking?! I am not going to say that I like how he looks!

So, I sat him down by touching his shoulders and making sure that he was not forcing himself. Then I had to make sure what type of food he would like and once I brought the "normal" serving of food over, I offered to feed him. Then I heard someone calling me from behind.

"Allen?" I heard Lenalee whisper quietly at me.

"Hm?" I look at her confused.

"Can I talk to you alone?"

"Sure," I replied as we went to a small corner of the cafeteria.

"So, Allen…what do you think of Mukuro?"

"Uh, I don't know. He seems quiet, but we are getting along very well . Why do you ask?"

"Well, from Lavi's and my perspective…you seem to be attracted to him."

"What? No! Why would you think that?!"

"Because you act very familiar with him and just right now you were pampering him. What happened between you and him?" Lenalee asked.

"N-nothing happened!" I defended.

"I thought you like Kanda!"

…You know…Lenalee forgets that her inside voice is pretty loud…so the entire cafeteria heard our conversation…including Kanda! I stared at Lenalee in fear as I slowly turn my head to see Kanda.

Everyone immediately looked and stared at Kanda to wait for his reply. All he did was to eat the last bit of his soba and looked up plainly and said, "Tch. You are my teammate. The only reason I keep you around is because we're on the same team. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't need you around, Beansprout."

(Mukuro's POV)

The look on the boy's face was priceless pain…but he quickly covered it up with a smile and he said, "Well, if he doesn't consider me as friend, I'll still do."

And the entire cafeteria sighed in understanding. What a nice cover-up, boy. But what are you going to do now? Your secret is out, everyone thinks you are good friends with Kanda, and this Kanda person does not even consider you for a second as his friend, nevertheless beloved. The boy merely brushed everything off and gestured for Lenalee to sit back to the table. But Allen is not following her back the seats, instead he walked away from the cafeteria.

Now, I don't know what compelled me to stand up slowly and quietly and followed the boy back to our room, but I did. I could feel stares on me as I did so. I know I was limping a bit, but I tried not to make it obvious.

When I got back to the room, I find the boy lying on his bed face down onto his pillow. I gave a light knock on the door to notify that I'm in the room and I could see his body stiffen at the noise. "So, how are you feeling?" I asked quietly as I went over to his bed and sat next to him.
"Terrible," he muffled. "He absolutely hates me now."

"No, just because he doesn't see you as a friend, doesn't mean he hates you."

"Yes it does. Why would he like a guy like me?"

"Anyone would be lucky to know a boy like you. It is the man's fault for not realizing it. Trust me, I went through serious hell and because of that I lost my ability to trust others." I stated.

I could see the boy sit up and look at me straight in the face. "What happened?"

"Trust me, boy; you won't want to hear it. And I refuse to tell it to anyone."

"Please tell it to me," the boy begged as he softly grasps my hands. I couldn't help myself from drowning more and more into the innocent boy's eyes. I eventually gave in to his begging and told him my tale.

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(Allen's POV)

I waited intently for Mukuro to say something. Mukuro had his eyes closed as if to recall back the memories that scarred him.

"…I was an experiment…" He began. "I was experimented on by the mafia when I was a young child. You would not understand the pain I had to suffer though…every day is one test after another. Many chemical injections, many leather strapped-chairs to bind me and immobilized me, and many failed experiments that died in front of me. I hate their guts.
I was kept in a small jail cell, about half the size of this room, with nothing but a blanket and water. Rarely was I given food…and rarely was I given showers.
Their main project… was my eye. Their goal was to achieve 6 Paths to Hades. The side effect of the experiments was my unusual hair color.
However, when one of the scientists was forcing another child to take the same drug that killed its last victim…I snapped.
I killed all the scientists, stabbing them to bits and unidentifiable mush. I…love the thrill of killing the scientists. After so many years, months, days of forcing tests on me, I finally found peace for hating them for so long.
Also during that time, I learn about how ugly human nature is. How much cleaner the world would be if everyone were to die.
Humans betray, humans murder, rape, sell-out each other as a way to survive. How disgusting we are! And the mafia is the center of that disgusting pool of human nature."

Each word that Mukuro described was full of hatred and revulsion. I was worried of how he was able to regain his senses again, but then again, I can see how twisted his past has affected him to this day.

"I was betrayed too many times for my liking when I join forces with others. That is why I get used to using people as tools and toss them away when they are no longer useful to me, even if it means killing them off. Then…when I was escaping, I met a boy, who showed me the other side of human nature. He was strong, yet compassionate. He refused to let me be captured by the mafia again, even though he was from the mafia."

…My head stopped and my stomach burned in an uncomfortable feeling… Am I jealous? "Who…was that boy?" my voice sound hoarse.

"Hm? Oh, Tsunayoshi Sawada. He's the Tenth generation Boss of the Vongola Famiglia," he replied.
I…don't like this feeling of dislike for this Tsunayoshi-person that I barely even knew.

"However, I refused his help and got captured again and most of the events that happened afterwards are me performing an out-of-the-body experience, while my body was trapped in isolation.
"So, that's about it. I was trapped in the tank until the day you broke me out…
Did you know that I kind of envy your trust of others? I believe your special aspect is your ability to care for others," Mukuro said lastly.

I didn't know what was going on with me, but tears started pooling around my eyes and my body moved on its own as my arms reached out and wrapped them around Mukuro's slender neck and hugged him tightly.

I could feel his body stiffen as I hugged him. But I didn't care. I just wanted to make sure he is here with me and I want to let him know that I am grateful for him telling his story to me. But before I knew it I was crying. "Now, why are you crying boy?" I hear Mukuro ask as he pulled away and gently brushed his thumb over my cheek to dry my tears.

"Because you are not crying…so I'm crying…for you."

"You silly, boy. You should not cry for me. It is a waste of your pure tears," Mukuro whispered softly as he leans in and softly kissed the tears away from my eyes.

At that moment, I didn't care. I tilt my head back to press my lips on his. The feeling against his lips was intoxicating, I didn't want to stop; but I could feel his body stiffen again. So I opened my mouth to get my tongue out and nudged it between his lips. His eyes stared into mine intently and he slowly responds to me. I love the feeling of his lips and tongue. It felt so good and pleasant. He leaned into the kiss more and wrapped his arms around me as he lay me down on his bed. He brought his hand up to caress my cheek and tilts my chin to give him more access to my mouth.

But…but…this is wrong, right? Right? I like Kanda, right?

So, I immediately pushed him away and the expression that I saw on his face was something that broke my heart. I have hurt him. Mukuro stared at me with slight shock, but most of all…pain.

I…I can't do this. So, I ran. I ran out the room…leaving him there.

Updated! I hope I did not disappoint you guys with this chapter! I hope you like it! Please feel free to comment and tell me what you think of this chapter! =)