Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Pairing-to-be: Chrome/Tsuna/Mukuro and other pairings are still fluid in my planning. Gokudera/Yamamoto/Haru has been mentioned.
Chapter Nine
Chrome had two rules about anger. She did not yell and she did not break things. She refused to be like her mother, who she mainly remembered by her temper and words in the hospital.
For once she wished Tsuna's villa was decorated with expensive vases she could throw. At Mukuro's head. But neither throwable objects or Mukuro were in her room.
Telling me to stay away and then him and Boss—argh! Mukuro may not have been the one to kiss Tsuna but Chrome doubted he protested. She could just imagine the flicker of surprise before Mukuro tangled his leather covered hand in Boss's hair and pulling him closer. Chrome licked her lips.
Mukuro was not suppose to do anything yet. If he got Tsuna first, she could be forgotten. Again.
Chrome collapsed on the unmade bed. Mukuro owed her nothing and truly she owed him for her life several times over. She had no right to question or be angry at Mukuro.
She just wanted Mukuro and Tsuna and have the Vongola as her family. She did not want to go back to the loneliness of before the accident. Chrome had believed that Fate lead Mukuro to her, that finally someone beyond the strays she cared for would show her love…now she just wondered if whatever gods controlled Fate were toying with her. Give her family and then take them away…like the once future but worse. They would leave on their own.
Chrome clenched her fist. She would not lose Tsunayoshi or Mukuro.
The one great thing about being a pretty girl—guys noticed that.
She rolled off the bed and landed on her knees in front of her suitcase. Chrome tore into the small box and bushed away bags of Japanese candies. Triamphantly she pulled out a black, lacy panties and a dark purple dress. There was no need for a bra, the top was a molded fit. Changing did not long; she was only wearing a t-shirt.
The purple material was accented by pale floral design and the dress cupped her curves nicely. The skirt lay slightly above her knees, showing her long shapely legs. Thin straps held up the dress and crossed low behind her back.
Ken had bought this dress for her. Ken was not refined by any means but he had a good idea of what looked sexy. Chrome was pretty sure Ken bought the dress just to drag a madly blushing Chikusa into a woman's clothing store.
Now, she just needed to deal with her hair. She frowned, leaning against the desk portion of the antique vanity. Her purple-streaked hair twisted into snarls she was more sure belonged to Ken after a week camping.
"Need some help?"
Chrome glared at Mukuro's reflection.
The Italian illusionist slunk towards her. "My Chrome-chan looks so alluring."
"Punching you sounds tempting."
"You don't really mean that, do you?" Mukuro pulled the comb from her hand and pulled the teeth gently through her hair. Chrome leaned into his brushing. Mukuro had long hair long before she grew her own out and knew how to brush it well. "I did not mean to anger you."
Chrome crossed her arms. "You told me to leave him alone and then you." Chrome finished, unsure of how to describe his offense.
"He kissed me, Chrome-chan."
She watched in fascination as her hair slowly smoothed out and fell straight to her shoulders. "It's not fair."
"I suppose not." He finished her hair with a twist to make their trademark spikes. Mukuro pulled her up against his body. Chrome glared at him. Before she could protest, a hand settled around her waist and the other pulled her head forward for a kiss.
Chrome did not resist; she encouraged him. Her hands went down to waist, settling them on his hips and pulled Mukuro closer. Mukuro had not kissed her in over than a year. The physical feeling was almost secondary to the mental sensation of Mukuro's love and lust. Her heart fluttered at the feeling of longing. Maybe she was not as forgettable as she thought.
Her knees buckled.
Amusement fluttered through their bond as Mukuro pulled away. "Easy now. I hear we have a picnic to go to."
Images of fondue, Tsuna, and laying together on a blanket danced in her mind.
"We are accompanying the young Undicesimo on this picnic, I have been told." Mukuro chuckled. "She would be greatly annoyed if we disappeared and took her father with us."
"I want to spend time with Serafina but there's always later." She poked him in the chest. "And you owe me."
The words felt odd on her tongue, even as a tease.
Mukuro mearly chuckled again. "Tsunayoshi will not easily fall into bed with us."
Thoughts of Japan and him snuck up on her but Chrome managed to push them down. Mukuro did not seem to notice and Chrome almost sighed. "It's not fair." She repeated, careful with her thoughts and chasing a more desirable train of thoughts. She pouted. "I have not gotten to kiss Boss yet."
"Chrome-chan, you can have Tsunayoshi's next kiss. I will even tie him up with a pretty bow for you."
Chrome stopped her pouting. That was…an interesting image to say the least. "Promise?"
"If my Chrome-chan is good." Mukuro sealed the promise with a kiss to her forehead. "We, apparently, have to earn the right to date Tsunayoshi from the young Undicesimo."
Chrome nodded. She vaguely remembered her mother introducing her to her new "father." She hadn't hated him but she never felt comfortable around him and he never seemed to like her either. Hopefully, Serafina would have no problem with Chrome and Mukuro dating her father.
Many stories revolved around wicked step-mothers and her own experience with a step-father had not been great. Chrome planned on winning Tsuna's daughter over—Boss loved his family, genetic and not. The seemingly traditional plan of "getting the children out of the way" always ended up in a bad ending for the step-parent.
Chrome also liked Serafina. The girl was spoiled—Chrome doubted Boss could have avoided that with Serafina's 'aunts and uncles' also having money—but Chrome easily saw many of Tsuna's endearing qualities in her. She wanted the girl to like her.
"Give your mind a break, my cute Chrome-chan." The hand on her hip moved lower and squeezed before moving back up.
"You probably should get ready, too." She disentangled her self from his arms. "Your suitcase is under the bed."
Mukuro looked surprised and quickly his it with a laugh. "And here I accused the airport of losing my luggage. Scared the poor attendant, too."
"I was trying to slow you down."
"Part of you plan, hm? Chrome," He dug out his suitcase and put it on her bed. "Remember, I will pay you back for the trick."
Chrome expected revenge. Mukuro never let things go. He seemed to be taking her plans a little too well. She sat down and watched, with more than a little appreciation, Mukuro kick off his boots and strip out of his leather jacket, white dress shirt, loose tie, and form fitting leather pants.
She almost sighed went black slacks and a camouflage t-shirt went on, followed by a Kokuyo green coat.
He laughed again, this time in her mind. What do you suppose Tsunayoshi say when he realizes how dirty innocent, little Chrome's mind is.
"Boss would blame it on you." Chrome was actually curious to how Tsunayoshi would react. Boss seemed to think she was practically an angel sometimes. Compared to the rest of the Kokuyo Gang, perhaps that was accurate but the prude would definitely be Chikusa.
Mukuro snorted as he took off his three rings and then his leather gloves. Two of the rings were Hell Rings, Mukuro's time in Hell allowed him to circumnavigate the negative effects of them. The last ring was a fake Vongola Mist Ring. The real one was on Chrome's left ring finger covered with the illusion of a simple silver band. "Tsunayoshi probably would not blame me. Others no doubt would."
Chrome smirked, an expression she did not use often. "I am not a little girl and I spent most of my teenage years around all guys. I cannot help my mind's wandering."
"You might want to on this picnic. Naughtiness in front of his daughter would scare Tsunayoshi off." Mukuro slipped the rings onto his bare hand. A quick illusion made them disappear. Chrome hid a softer smile. Mukuro looked kid friendly…or less likely to scare away non-mafia raised children.
"Not even a little teasing?"
"Remember, we have a mafia princess to win over." He put his boots on again and then looked at her legs. "Chrome-chan, your usual boots will not go well with that dress. Do you have any others with you?"
Chrome frowned. Mukuro was right but she had not packed another pair of shoes in her rush to get out of Japan. Actually, she probably did not currently have a pair that would go with a nice dress. A usual five pairs a year were sacrificed to fights and intrigues. Her last good pair of black sandals had been used to bludgeon a rather forward yakuza grunt.
Mukuro smirked and with a dramatic flair, waved his arm over her legs. Chrome could feel the illusion form into black plat-formed sandals with straps that twisted and snaked to just below her knee. Chrome stood and twisted her legs to get a better look. "Thank you. They are really pretty, Mukuro."
"Not nearly as pretty as you, my dear Chrome."
She offered her arm to him. "Are you ready to go?"
He kissed her on the forehead again before taking her arm. "The better question is 'Are Tsunayoshi-kun and Serafina-chan ready for us?'"
Chrome had the feeling the answer was "no." Chrome never met anyone prepared to deal with Mukuro.
Thank you for reading and have a happy New Year!
Mithras151, you make me blush. Hopefully I will meet your expectations but it may be a while before Hibari shows up.
Byakuran will be showing up soon!
Chrome is wrong, by the way. There are two people in the series I considered to be paraniod enough to be prepared to deal with Mukuro, Byakuran and Reborn.