This chapter has so many mood switches. -sigh- I have problems. Especially today. Gah. Mentally spazzed. Hah.

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Yeaaah..

Warning: practically half-assed... should there be a warning when the smut's not exactly detailed...? bleh.

Oh, and would anyone happened to know where I can get the music sheets for 'Servant of evil/Aku no Meshitsukai/ 悪ノ召使' for flute? If not, then whatever. Just wanted to try playing it lol.

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moving on from my random corner... Here's the FF. Enjoy.

How and why I'm sitting here is a troublesome matter. It seems that Reborn wanted to test a new bullet, so here I am, sitting in the Rece- I mean Disciplinary committee office.

"You're going to have to keep her away from other people. The effects of this new bullet makes her hormones go in overdrive and whoever she sees, she'll definitely go after," Reborn said with a smirk. WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TEST THIS ON TSUNA INSTEAD OF ME!?

"If I do this, you'll owe me one, right?" Hibari asked with a smirk. Reborn nodded. "Okay then, I'll let her stay in the disciplinary committee room."

Well, that explains why I'm here now. It seems that Hibari forbid anyone from coming into this room. I'm sitting here with a certain attractive prefect. God damn him!

"Damn it!" I grumbled as I banged my forehead against the couch.

"Stop that," Hibari growled. I stopped and glared at him. Shit! Don't look! Don't look!!! I managed to whip my head away without jumping him.

"That infant is so dead."

"Hn."

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I've been sitting here for about three hours with a hormonal rage. I'd rather go fuck a old man instead of just sitting here. I was tense and trying to stop myself from glomping a certain prefect. Lucky bastard.

Midori tanabiku namimori no!~~

"What is it?" Hibari asked, picking up his cell phone. What was with him and his ringtone!? "And if I don't?" A pause. "…" Hibari hung up.

Well, this is stupid. I was fiddling with the hem of my skirt, trying to get my mind off the current problem. GAH!

"Herbivore." I raised my head and then I was in a lip lock. I gasped and then I felt a wet tongue brush against mine. He ripped open a condom with his mouth. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"

Oh gawd…

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Now here I lay, all sweaty and worn out, due to a certain session with a certain prefect. Hurray! ~ However, I'm now pondering why he did it. He even did more than one round. I also think the effects of the bullet are wearing off, if not already gone.

"Exactly what made you do that?" I asked a few moments after our breathing slowed down.

"…" Hibari kept silent for a few moments. "The baby."

"Huh?" I looked at him puzzled.

"He said to tend to your needs." Hibari smirked and I blushed. "And now, it seems like you're all cured. The infant now owes me one." A dark chuckle. I paled. This is the man I'm lusting over? Geez. Sometimes I wonder why I even think of trying. Please note the existence of the word think.

I sighed and snuggled into Hibari's embrace. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

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I sat on my bed with my picture frame held carefully in my hands. There's something I've been wondering. Who's the other person in the picture? There were four people. Me, most likely my parents and one other person. I furrowed my eyebrows. Who could that be…? I groaned and gently placed it back on my bedside table. I lay my head on my pillow and pull the covers over me. With one last sigh I closed my eyes.

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"Kufufu."

What the hell?

"Exactly where am I?" I muttered, opening my eyes. I was still in bed, but not in my room. What kind of twisted dream was it this time? At least it's not a nightmare. I think.

"Ah, Dante." Oh. That voice. Actually, I'm quite tempted to call him Mr. Pineapple. Hah. I refused to look in his direction though. "Dante?" He tried changing the tone of his voice, it was obvious. I still didn't look at him. I'm still quite angry with him at the moment. "Will you look at me?" What was about his voice that was so alluring? It took quite a lot not to glanced at him. I felt the bed shift and I assumed he had sat down beside me. He repeated my name again and I gripped the sheets, my eyes downcast.

I raised my knees to my chest, bringing the blanket with me. I gently covered my ears with my hands and shut my eyes tightly. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear anything or not. I wasn't sure at all. I felt a hand softly brushing my hair. There were no words, it was that or I couldn't hear him, which I was glad of. Gently I felt his hands grasp my wrists and tenderly tug on my wrists. I finally complied and lowered my hands, my eyes opened slowly.

"Dante." Fake tenderness. It made me want to think it was real. I didn't know why. I finally shifted my gaze to see him.

"What?" My voice faltered. It felt strange. I'd rather go back to being indifferent. Really. Maybe my thoughts of my real family have been bugging me so much that it's been troubling my regular, daily thoughts. For some reason, I didn't feel like I had ties with this man.

"You're angry with me?" Mukuro looked at me questionably. I frowned and shrugged.

"Not exactly," I murmured. "I've just been thinking…"

"About what?" His hand clasped my gingerly. I wish that tenderness existed in reality. I sighed and looked away from him. I think he got the hint because he switched topics. "Have you missed me?" His lips brushed against my neck and I didn't move.

"Why would I?" I muttered, pulling my hand out of his hold.

"Kufufu," He chuckled. I didn't want any emotional bonds. His lips pressed against mine and I simply plopped down on the pillow. I looked at him with dismay. "Don't look at me like that."

"Then how would you like me to look at you?" I asked blankly. Treat him like a customer again I suppose.

"Intensely. Let's do a little role playing shall we?" Riight… Benefits? No. I'm getting less interested as the seconds go by. I frowned at him and lowered his head and nipped at my ear. "Why don't you be a girl who's deeply in love with me and wants rough sex?"

"You're a sick pervert."

"Never stopped you before, has it?" Damn him and his kinks.

"What's in it for me?"

"Some stress relieving?" He pondered for a moment. "I know about your incident today… I can make sure the bullet has worn off." He pulled me into an embrace. "This is a dream world. You can do almost anything and nothing would happen to you in the conscious, real world. I can give you far more pleasure…"

I frowned. "I'm too lazy to argue," I sighed. He chuckled and his hands tugged at my pajamas. He paused and looked at me momentarily. Oh yeah. In character. I exhaled softly and then started acting. I made my cheeks flushed and looked at him cutely. I made myself look as embarrassed as possible as each article of my clothing was taken off.

"Kufufu, would you like it rough?" He murmured in my ear and bit it gently. I gasped and moaned. I bit my lip a little and then whispered.

"Yes, please. As rough as you like."

"As you wish."

It was a night of passion. Nothing was holding us back. I let go of all my morals (if I had any left) and I managed to forget my worries while I was wrapped ecstasy. There was no condom, I didn't know why I trusted him, it was a dream world, true. It couldn't be linked to the real world. No… It couldn't.

I gasped as he aimed to thrust deeper. I clawed at his back in sheer zeal. Each thrust was full of gusto, it felt amazing. My thoughts were drifting back to what happened in the Disciplinary Committee room, but then all that contemplation was thrown out the window. Not literally. Figure of speech.

"Ah!" I cried out and gripped onto his shoulders. "Mu-Mukuro!"

"Nnnh…." He thrusted deeper if that was possible.

There were no emotional ties. My eyes slid close as the thrusting continued, my hair splayed across the pillow. I liked it this way. There was nothing to look bad with dismay on. Nothing worth it. He leaned down and didn't stop his fluent, deep thrusts. He whispered gently in my ear.

"You're beautiful like this. Dante…"

I felt a tear slide down my cheek.