I had questions on this and I should have done this in the first chapter. Hope this clears up some confusion.

Pairing-to-be: Chrome/Tsuna/Mukuro and other pairings are still fluid in my planning.

Chapter Two

Chrome ran up stairs to the third floor without looking back. She felt ready for what could happen but she new at least one of the males in the equation was still lagging, if not both. Earlier, she had commandeered the bedroom on the opposite corner from the master bedroom. Both Chrome and Mukuro had used this room several times before. The room wasn't as luxurious as some of the places she had stayed. Chrome couldn't bring herself to care. She had easy access to the stairs to a bathroom with a large bath, and by being on the third floor, Chrome (and Mukuro, but he hadn't caught up yet) had the chance to see Tsuna in his early morning complacent-and-slightly-mused phase.

Knowing she had to give her other half some clue what was going on, she settled on the soft bed and forced herself into sleep. Being the first one to enter, she chose to set the dreamscape as Tsuna's bedroom (which doubled as his office), filling the emptiness with soft gold walls, dark brown trim, and patterned carpets over criss-cross tiles. Chrome wondered who had decorated the room. Tsuna rarely did such things himself (and when he did, his style tended to be plain and sparse.) His wife was an equally unlikely suspect; Gaetana liked everything—clothing, furniture, jewelry, etcetera—navy or periwinkle blue. Chrome edited Tsuna's bed a bit; a queen sized would not fit with her and Mukuro's habits.

Mukuro still had not shown up. Probably still in transit and had yet to find a good place to rest and find her. Chrome almost felt sorry for leaving Mukuro in Rome last night. Worrying and likely angering him was a flaw in her plans.

But Mukuro here already could easily mess up her plans. She refused to allow her other half to avoid his feelings any longer and keep her from happiness, too. To pass the time (and avoid stressing), Chrome started to make plushies, starting with a pouty Mukuro.

By the time Mukuro shimmered into the dreamscape, Chrome had plushies of Mukuro, confused (and quite adorable) Tsuna, impatient Ken, stoic Chikusa, and Hibari-in-a-straightjacket complete with its own mini X-eyed-Hibird. Chrome liked Hibird but the state of the plushie was for the spirit of things.

Mukuro appeared at the foot of the bed, sans smile. His red eye glowed. Chrome shivered. There was no need to activate that kind of power in a dreamscape—both Chrome and Mukuro could manipulate the dream without exstra power.

"Mukuro." She kept the 'sama' within her mind. He looked much better than she had last seen him, but distorting physical appearance required nothing more than a thought in dreamscape.

"I don't suppose you are actually in Sicily?" He looked around the dreamscape with suspicion. Chrome fought a smile; while Mukuro may have never reported to Tsuna in his make shift office, she bet he peaked at least once in the few times either had visited.

"I changed my mind about going to the beach. Did you go all the way to Sicily?" Chrome did not have to fake surprise. Mukuro once was able to find her location with ease. The distance and fights between them must have desynchronized their auras. "Sorry, Mukuro-sama."

Chrome bit her lip and reminded herself to not defer to her other half.

Mukuro crossed his arms. "You could have called."

Anyone one beyond Chrome, Chikusa, and Ken would be surprised how often Mukuro pouted. They preferred the pouting, annoying as it could be, to his temper. Not that the three would complain about either emotions. Much.

"My phone broke." Against the wall after Kusakabe from the Discipline Committee called her to get Mukuro out of Japan. Kusakabe had never interfered with Hibari's personal life before. (Ken had commented, after she pointed that out, Mukuro was the only bit of personal life the fucked up eternal school bully—his words, not hers.)

"And Chikusa managed to separate himself from his cell?"

Chrome blinked; she had not recalled Chikusa had one. Chikusa had not mentioned the phone either.

Chikusa, while never voicing any protest, had never made clear whether he supported the relationship between the two Guardians. Chrome had told Ken and Chikusa the basics of the plan, but had not asked them to help. Both had come anyway and she kind of excepted Ken to follow (Ken snarled out insults against Hibari from the beginning). She thought Chikusa was following Ken and her to attempt to keep them out of trouble.

Now if Mukuro would just follow her plan…

"Are you in Umbria?" His red eye flickered. The kanji was the number 'six.'

Chrome resisted the urge to answer. Mukuro was not actually using possession but pleasing illusionist she owed her life to was her first nature. The only thing for her in Umbria was Tsuna.

"Why did you go to Tsunayoshi, my cute Chrome?"

Chrome pushed all the plushie except for the Tsuna and Mukuro. She hugged them. "I haven't seen him since last Christmas. Boss worries about us."

Mukuro stepped away from the bed and followed the boundaries she had placed in the dreamscape. Chrome gradually expanded the room. Mukuro was not fond of enclosed spaces. "Decimo always worries about everything, the silly fool." A hint of affection was in his voice before Mukuro admonished Chrome. "He can know we are safe from a call. There is no need to intrude on his life."

"Boss is lonely." She hugged the plushies closer.

Something flashed through Mukuro, tangible enough for Chrome to feel but not identify. Her turned to face her again. "Leave Tsunayoshi alone. Let his mafia pets keep him company."

Chrome glared. The Vongola were their family, no matter what Mukuro claimed. "None of the others visit much either."

Mukuro stared at her for a moment before flicking his hand as to dismiss her words. "Tsunayoshi surely has found others to associate with between parenting and running his Familga."

Chrome had a single ace in this plan. Mukuro had just made it easy to use. "Can you guess who he spends most of his time with?"

"The young Undicsimo."

"And Byakuran almost as often." Byakuran was number two on Fuuta's "Who spends the most time with Tsuna" list. Under four low level Vongola names and Fuuta's own name, the first Guardian—Gokudera—appeared as number seven. Chrome had not been happy that her name was eighty-three. (Mukuro's was even higher, ninety-six.)

A flash of anger flowed over from Mukuro to Chrome. Chrome relished the shared emotion; his feelings rarely crossed over to her anymore. "Has he lost his mind?"

"Boss believes in second chances."

"Soft hearted little fool." Mukuro smiled, without any of the normal positive emotions attached to the expression. Chrome had known from long before she met Mukuro that a smile was not necessarily a good sign. Her mother's smiles never were. "He doesn't even keep guards with, does he?"

"It would be pointless." Mukuro growled, dark aura flaring. Chrome flinched; she didn't like the idea that Mukuro could lose and often overlooked Byakuran defeated Mukuro in the alternate future. (After all, a match now could easily have a completely different outcome; especially since Chrome would fight along side Mukuro, if such a battle would reoccur.) Only the switch with his younger, uninjured counter part and a distracted Byakuran allowed both versions to survive.

"Why does Tsunayoshi waste his time with the bastard?"

"Byakuran takes Tsuna out for diners, clubs, and things like parks and arcades with Serafina."

Confusion and incredulity dampened the anger in Mukuro's aura. "Are you telling me Tsunayoshi and Byakuran are dating?"

Chrome nodded. "Fuuta does not think Boss has realized."

"They won't be for much longer." Mukuro's form melted away, leaving a ghost of his presence. Chrome enjoyed the feeling, even as anger and hate saturated as it was. She felt what was underneath: the concern, the loneliness, the love, and the smallest sliver of hope.

Chrome carefully arranged her plushies to one side (except Hibari-plushie which somehow mad its way to the floor) and curled around them.

Watch out Byakuran, Chrome thought before she allowed her mind to drift and rest. We do not share well with others.

Thank you for reading!

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