Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Probably a good thing or people would have to wait long periods of time for the next chapter to come out.

Pairing-to-be: Chrome/Tsuna/Mukuro and other pairings are still fluid in my planning. Gokudera/Yamamoto/Haru has been mentioned. However, I am not kind enough to Tsunayoshi to keep it that way.

Chapter Five

Tsuna learned several important skills for morning survival in the Vongola Famiglia: waking up early, preparing the coffee, and cooking breakfast. (If the Varia were present, alcohol and mood stabilizers helped keep the peace.)

Being the first in the kitchen also meant Tsuna had a chance to grab food.

Tsuna was ever thankful that Serafina liked Japanese food for breakfast, even if the food wasn't always morning food. Gaetana had not been so happy—rice, miso, pickled vegetables, fish, and oddly enough even eggs did not please the appetite of the Northern Italian woman. Many breakfasts had ended in food fight. Tsuna usually had felt guilty enough to clean the mess before one of the maids could get to it.

The rice cooker made Tsuna's life easier. He had thanked his mother for the wedding gift but never thought he would ever use it. Then the bottomless pit was born and he made rice several times a day. His household practically kept the local Asain food market in business.

He started the rice cooker up and grabbed the whole container of eggs, the plastic basket of mushrooms, and a bag of cheese from the fridge. While his chef laughed at Tsuna's attempts at anything more complicated than cookies from scratch, Guilio kept the kitchen well stocked with the ingredients Tsuna tended to use. Guilio also was kind enough to always leave out the frying pans. Gaetana once told him it was more likely the chef just did not want him messing around the kitchen.

The smell of fried eggs soon permeated the kitchen and the door creaked open. Tsuna half-expected that. The smell of bread in the toaster had a better chance to convince his Famigla to get out of bed than an alarm clock. Like Byakuran's voice, gunshots, and explosions but without the additional shouts, gunshots, and explosions.

Tsuna turned around, two eggs clutched in his fingers ready to be cracked.

Chrome had entered the kitchen in a long t-shirt looking like she never paused between waking up and getting to the kitchen. Her hair stuck out in many directions and she rubbed her eye sluggishly. "Buon giorno, Boss." She greeted in a husky version of Mukuro's accent.

The word 'adorable' sat on his tongue. "Hungry?"

Chrome blinked a few times and then nodded. "Can I help?"

"Can you get the bread? It's in the cabinet behind you."

She nodded and turned to face the cabinet.

Tsuna was just about to return to the eggs when Chrome reached up. The back of her shirt raised and revealed perfect pale skin.

Tsuna tried to stop his brain but the realization refused to be ignored. Chrome wasn't wearing panties.

Tsuna dropped the eggs.

The eggs splattered and Chrome twisted around, her eyes wide and alert. "Boss?"

Her shirt stayed up on her hips and Tsuna immediately covered his eyes. He could feel his blush burning his face. He heard quick foot steps and he peaked from behind his hand. Chrome stared at him with concern.

"Are you alright Boss?"

Tsuna nodded frantically, accidentally looking down. He almost sighed in relief when he realized her shirt went back down. Chrome was a beautiful woman but she was his Mist Guardian and his friend. She was also rather innocent—she once climbed into bed with Tsuna without any clothing when they (Tsuna at least) were still in middle school—and protected by the vengeful deity of Mukuro.

Chrome slipped her hand underneath Tsuna's and pulled it away from his face. Her eye was wide and she had a slight, worried frown. "Did something spook you, Boss?"

"No-ah!" Chrome leaned in and nuzzled his cheek. Chrome had never been this affectionate before. Maybe the situation with Mukuro and Hibari left her lonely? Tsuna would try harder to convince her to visit Italy and the other Guardians more. "I must be half dreaming…"

She wrapped one arm around his shoulder and the other hand traced designs on his arm. "I didn't sleep well either. Let's sleep together tonight."

"Hiii!" Tsuna tried to pull back but he hit the counter. "Mukuro! Mukuro is going to be here tonight so he will help you sleep."

Chrome hummed in agreement. "He can keep us both company and we can all sleep together tonight."

Tsuna decided he really must be dreaming. Chrome, in real life, would never put that emphasis on 'sleep.' Mukuro would; there was no doubt. Tsuna would wonder if the Italian illusionist was sick if he had not. But not Chrome. Not even drunk Chrome; she just liked to hug and fall asleep on people when intoxicated.

"It would be fun."

Tsuna whimpered. He couldn't even imagine Chrome and Mukuro in bed together, let alone with him, but he knew in reality that Mukuro would be the one to have fun while killing Tsuna slowly. The Italian illusionist had no scruples against slipping into others' minds and dreams.

The smell of burning eggs gave Tsuna a reason to twist out off Chrome's hold. She let him go and he pivoted to judge the possibility of salvaging breakfast. He did not manage a full turn as his foot slipped on the eggs he dropped. His feet slid on the well-polished floor and pain seared his head as it hit the counter.

"Fuck." Chrome whispered.

Tsuna laughed. If one couldn't feel pain in dreams, then he was hallucinating.

Chrome helped Tsuna sit up and leaned him against the counter. Tsuna heard the gas turn off before Chrome leaned down again. "Shh. Don't move, Boss. I'm going to find Chikusa."

"Okay, Chrome-chan." He waved at her retreating back. The doorway shifted from a rectangle to a more lopsided, curvy shape. Chrome somehow made it through.

He stared at the doorway as it continued to change shapes. The kitchen looked very odd when it would not stay still. He would have to tell Gokudera to fix the kitchen next time the Storm Guardian visited.

The air suddenly seemed colder and heavy. The doorway seemed dark and Tsuna blinked several times but his vision did not clear. "Who's there?"

"Kufufufu. Has the famed Vongola Intuition failed you?"

"Mukuro." Tsuna said with a smile. His cheeks ached from the stretch; he had not seen this half of his Mist Guardian in a long while. Mukuro came forward, the only stable object in the kitchen. Tsuna felt dizzy. The moving and reshaping had not seemed so bad until something did not shift. "Are you making the world swirl?"

Mukuro looked down at him. "No Tsunayoshi-kun. I believe the eggs did that. Did you slip?"

Tsuna nodded, a bad idea. "Ow. Bad eggs."

Mukuro chuckled and kneeled down, straddling Tsuna's stretched out legs. He leaned in close and angled Tsuna's head with a hand on his chin. "You do not appear to have a concussion. Just a hard hit. Kufufufu. Taking you over would be so easy now."

Tsuna nodded again. Mukuro had a pretty voice. And pretty lips. He leaned forward and kissed Mukuro on the lips.

Buon Giorno is 'good morning.'

Thank you everyone who has reviewed! All are encouraging and some comments helped my pave over the holes in my layout.

Thank you Eriea for correcting me on Yamamoto's name. I will correct it...eventually.

I had intended to update much sooner. Sorry! Between the end of the semester, the Christmas season, and a very busy food pantry, life has not been easy this month. I should be able to update a few more times in the next two weeks (with larger updates). School is out! Maybe I'll get some sleep...