Title: White Prison
Disclaimer: I dot and will not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 10069
Warnings: Shonen ai
Prologue3 : The Avenger's kiss
" Hmp. So you do know me..
That makes me so happy.."
The now giggling man makes his way into the room.
Leaning on the wooden door, his mysterious eyes keep watching Mukuro, like analyzing him or something like that.
Mukuro flinched, trying to suppressed his surprised look and change it into his usual, calm one.
" Oya? And who wouldn't, crown prince of the now reigning Gesso Famiglia?"
Stated Mukuro, still trying to regain his composure.
For the man he's now talking to is still staring at him, playfully but also calculatingly.
".. Is that so?
I didn't know I'm so famous,
Just for trying to do.. little things.."
Come the answer, and the now smirking illusionist stares at the man in front of him confidently.
".. Kufufu, sure, if messing with the Vongola and the Giglio Nero is what you called, .. little things.."
The white man snickered, childishly.
Arm crossed, and eyes.. still unpredictable as ever.
"You ARE well informed.
Looks like the prison didn't hold you back, ne, Mukuro- kun?.."
Mukuro didn't answer, he just giggled slightly.
Trying to make this conversation as light it can be, as unnecessary it can be.
And it's not so hard, even with the main villain here in one room with him. He just has to keep mumbling about something and keep it as unimportant it can be so he doesn't spill any family's secret.
For he too, the used- to- be- quite- talkative guy isn't in the mood to talk too because of the wounds in his hands that keep on twitching every time the white- haired played with his name.
And suddenly, like he can read his mind,
The white- haired moves from his position like he noticed something
and closer to Mukuro, glided playfully, smile still in place.
Now, he bends down so his face is just an inch away from Mukuro' s.
And asks playfully,
"..Does your wound still hurt, Mukuro- kuun???"
Slaughtering the illusionist' name.
Mukuro feels some kind of disgusted, hearing his name called with THAT kind of tone. It's sickening.
But he tries to hide it, and smiles back.
"..No. Not at all, Byakuran- san."
Replied Mukuro politely,
even though he knows he's lying, he knows his wounds are still bleeding,
he knows it still hurts like hell.
And it didn't escape Byakuran' attention.
He retreat from Mukuro' face and now his intentions are to the illusionist bandaged arms.
He pressed his fingers down slightly into the wounds, making more blood come
pouring out, making Mukuro flinched at the sharp little pain.
"Now, now, you don't have to lie to me, Mukuro- kun..
Lying can caused more damages than you think, y' know.."
The white man whispered, teasing.
Keeping his smile in place like the master of deception he is, Mukuro stated simply, "No, I'm not."
He's used to this kind of pain, or more likely, this is just a small part of something called 'pain'.
And more are going to come.
Byakuran giggled at the act, looking like he's being entertained.
While Mukuro just stares at the whiteness, trying as hard as he could to not glare.
"Is it really, Mukuro- kun? Well, whatever you say.."
The white- haired positioned himself on the edge of Mukuro' bed, leaning as close as possible.
"More importantly, I want to ask you,
do you have even the slightest idea why you're sitting on my bed now??"
Asked the white man, getting a little more closer.
Mukuro feels his heart skips a beat at the question and the answer also the fact that he's completely forgot about that.
But he still doesn't want to look like a fool by freezing up with no answer or by answering the question randomly by counting the possibilities and end up blabbering endlessly.
So he just question back, " I don't know, do you?"
The Gesso boss' smile unexpectedly can widen again, and he chirped his answer playfully,
" Hmp. So there ARE things you actually don't know, but, oh well,
That's just to be expected from someone who's just run away from a prison he's been living for quite a long time without any contact to the outer world..
.. Or, should I say, without 'anymore' contact.."
Mukuro twitched at his answer, and even more shocked when the Gesso boss suddenly stretched his arm to the illusionist face and unexpectedly gently stroke his bandaged right eye.
"..Oh I know, Mukuro- kun.."
Whispered Byakuran. His face darkens and his breath feels warm on Mukuro' face.
"I know this is not just a normal wound,
I know who did it,
And I know what lies behind it."
His words make Mukuro shuddered, earning more joyous smile on Byakuran' face as he crept closer,
reaching for Mukuro' long smooth bluish hair that the owner himself didn't realized its growth.
Bringing it to his lips and kiss it gently, Byakuran continues his story,
".. and that's not the only thing that I know, that I can tell you, Mukuro- kun.
I also can tell you this: The Vongola are a crowd of loser who's going down to my hands in no time, even now they've been cornered by my most useless subordinates to the end of the earth and sent into an infinite sprawled chaos."
Byakuran paused. He's itching to see the illusionist response of his 'little tale'.
And he's satisfied to see the smile on his listener begin to fade little by little into a serious, worried look.
And so, he continues.
".. They're going to be hunted, no, all of them are going to be hunted down, everyone who's have even the slightest bond to them will fall to the ground and erased from all records.
That's why they're afraid, that's why they're so scared to the bone.
That's why they ran away like insects and even leaving their main headquarter to none other than me, the boss of their worst enemy, isn't that just ironic? Isn't that just so idiotic, Mukuro- kun??"
He tightened his grip on Mukuro' hair, almost pulling it.
Trying to convert Mukuro' attention more to his tale and less to his own thoughts.
".. and worst of all, they even leaving YOU.
Their mist guardian, who's now in the palm of my hands.
Forcing you to experienced the 'care' of the Avenger right from the start and now letting them leaving a mark of despair on your body…
So, don't be sad because of that wound, Mukuro- kun, there're more grave things that are more painful.."
Byakuran moves even closer, removing the long bangs on Mukuro' face, staring at the wound the Vendicare' tools did.
Mukuro' trains of thoughts break, closing his other eye hastily, but still as calm as usual, his deep frown changes into a smirk once again.
"Oh? Is that so?
Please excuse me Byakuran- san,
But you are acting like you know everything there is to know about me,
Like you know everything and all."
His answer changes the dangerous look on Byakuran's face, resulting a happy- go- lucky face he wore from the start.
"But, I do know, Mukuro- kun." He chirped, hands cupping Mukuro' face.
The illusionist stay silent, waiting for the man in front of him to continue with a curious look on his face.
".. and you know what? I can help you."
Mukuro feel that his interest is being picked, and so he ask,
" Help what, Byakuran- san? I don't see any problems with me,
..only in front of me." Referring to Byakuran.
While the other man ignored his last sentence, continuing like there's nothing to be heard,
"All you have to do is stomp on them real hard, which will make them running around crazily like a bunch of worthless ants.
But one lesson, you have to make sure you've power when you crush them or you're just wasting your time.."
Byakuran stares right into Mukuro left blue eye, which is a bit clouded with mist, like trying to covered the owner thoughts from the malicious white man in front of it.
It's only fun when the prey is so hard to catch, thought Byakuran,
and he giggled silently.
Mukuro stay still in his arms, looking like he's a little daze, but quickly snapped out of it.
" Really? I don't think I can do that, Byakuran- san.."
Accompany with a tint of some teasing spices.
Byakuran' smile widen back at that.
"No worries, I have limitless power, see?
You just have to name it and I will eliminate the person you seek,
…. as long as we're on the same page…"
He add in the last sentence a little while later, which is only a small whisper accompany with a playful tone.
Mukuro' clouded eyes clears a little, smirk still in place, though he felt he was shuddering a little while ago.
"…. I'm not sure what page are we on now, Byakuran- san."
He asked with an innocent face.
Like a child, Byakuran thought, and he replied,
"Revenge."
..
…
A sudden silent spread across the wide room,
Time seems like it has taken a stop,
Only the ticking of the clock can be heard vaguely.
While the only two living figures in the room stay unmoving,
No words come out from both of them,
Not even a slight whisper or any sign of breathing,
Because they can't,
They really can't
For their lips are now entangled together into one with a forceful kiss for the first time.
Xx Author's Note xX:
Err.. A little too long???
If it is, then sorry if the changes are too drastic from short to suddenly too long.
Because, well, the truth is, the last two chapters are supposed to be prologues, but I split them into two, to add more mysterious atmosphere, y' see?
And to pick your interest and curiosity more, eheheh..
Oh, and btw, the title of this chapter which is so hard to decide, can means Mukuro' wound from the Vendicare or Byakuran' kiss, you decide.
At the end, sorry for the little 'Vongola abuse' in the middle, didn't really mean for that.. Byakuran- sama forced me to!! *guilty look*
I love all the Reborn!' characters including the Vongola…
Well, finally the end of a difficult and trouble- making chapter,
Review please, y' all!!!