For Epikstory
Present for: epikstory, from nerrin.
Type of Present: Fanfiction
Character/Pairing(s): Mukuro + Hibari + Tsuna. BUT IT'S ALL GEN, SRSLY.
Rating: G; and glorious CRACK.
Summary: Vacations are supposed to be relaxing. But when Mukuro and Hibari are with you in India? Sorry, Tsuna, you're not getting your rest.
Personal Note: Well, how on earth did I manage this? I'm sorry if I didn't fulfill your request, and I am also sorry if this is OOC and made of fail or anything. Still, here's wishing you a Merry Christmas!
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Tsuna remembered it as though it only happened yesterday.
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“He needs a vacation!”
Sawada Tsunayoshi could only gape, stare, and gape some more at the Italian man standing before him, flapping an envelope in his face.
Dino Cavallone had barged into his house one fine and blazing afternoon - most certainly uninvited - to confront his ‘little brother’ about his ‘pupil’ needing a vacation to some unknown resort.
“D-Dino-san,” Tsuna had stuttered hesitantly, waving both hands before himself as if to deny that Hibari Kyoya was related to him or the Vongola at all. “I don’t understand - what do you mean by this?” He would pretend that he knew nothing about this, oh yes, if not only for the fact that he already almost understood what the Italian wanted from him.
Dino folded his arms across his chest, Romario an ever-watchful presence behind him. The afternoon sun that streamed in through the windows and fluttering curtains highlighted Dino’s blond hair an even more vibrant gold. Tsuna winced mentally as he surveyed the man’s set expression, whose brown eyes were flitting around Tsuna’s room for Reborn’s presence. The hitman had to be somewhere - he always was.
“Ciaossu, Dino.”
“Reborn!” Tsuna exclaimed, half-surprised and half-relieved, though he doubted that the Arcobaleno would bother trying to dissuade the Cavallone from trying to force a few certain Guardians on vacation.
The hitman turned to face Tsuna, Leon perched on his shoulder like a silent sentinel. “You need a vacation too, Tsuna,” he commented sagely. The boy in question tried to gather his wits to muster a protest, but gave up halfway, shoulders heaving with a heavy sigh.
“He’s been very stressed lately,” Dino added, striding over and placing the envelop he was fingering down onto Tsuna’s desktop, tapping it as he spoke, each syllable and every word accentuated the way only Italians could. “So I decided to get you guys a little break - three tickets to this one private Nature Reserve in India. An acquaintance of mine sent them to me, and I figured that I’d better let you have them. And you’re having your holidays around this time, so it’s very convenient.”
“W-wait…” Tsuna cast a sideways glance at Reborn, who nodded in approval most unhelpfully. “Dino-san - you said three tickets? Are you coming along too?”
The Italian shook his head, expression a mask of mild regret. “I’ll be busy handling family business,” he stated softly, mouth set in a thin, grim line. “So I can’t tag along, even if I wanted to.”
Tsuna nodded slightly. “Oh. Okay. So…” his face scrunched up in confusion as Tsuna tried desperately to consider the options laid out before him. “Who’s the third person?”
Dino waved a hand in front of his face. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he remarked airily. “I’ve already arranged someone to go with you two…right, Reborn?”
“Of course.”
If Tsuna wasn’t worried before, the glint in Reborn’s eye was more than enough to spark off a pit of butterflies in his stomach. He gulped, forcing the air down his dry throat.
“Who is it?” Tsuna asked.
Reborn turned to face his pupil, smiling all too pleasantly. Dino chuckled wryly, muffling the sound with his hand.
“Rokudo Mukuro.”
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Those two…they did this on purpose, didn’t they?
“Why did you even bother complying, Hibari-kun?” Mukuro asked, throwing a casual backwards glance over his shoulder, both hands perched steadily upon the steering wheel of the van the three of them were currently in. “You know you could’ve…could’ve…” Mukuro paused and frowned to himself, swerving and making a particularly sharp turn around the next vine-covered tree. “What was that phrase again?”
“…Bitten him to death,” Hibari growled, under his breath.
“Right, right,” Mukuro exclaimed in mock triumph, turning back to the wheel just as the van travelled over a particularly nasty bump in the road. “And…Tsunayoshi-kun, you have the map with you, right?”
Why…why am I stuck between these two, of all people!? “M-Mukuro-san,” Tsuna fumbled around in the backseat, finally pulling out a huge map with a clumsily-executed flourish. “Where are we now?”
“Oh, that,” Mukuro replied lazily, still directing the van over the dirt road stretched before them. “…No idea, actually.”
Hibari snorted in disdain, sinking back in his seat, crossing both arms over his chest and staring intently out of the nearest window at the scenery flashing by.
“Do you have something to say, Hibari Kyoya?” the Mist Guardian piped up suddenly. Tsuna could almost imagine the sinister smile on the man’s face that only complimented his equally dangerous tone of voice.
Hibari chose to preserve a dignified silence despite the odds.
Mukuro laughed, a rich and throaty sound, letting go of the wheel for a moment. The van jerked sharply to the left, rubber tires squealing in protest as the van continued to race its way across the dirt track. “What did that Cavallone say to you anyway? The Kyoya I know would never agree to something as preposterous as this.”
“And since when did you ‘understand’ me?”
“My, aren’t you a little chattier than usual today?” Mukuro shot back. Hibari narrowed his eyes, glaring daggers at the man. “What did that guy do? Threaten to blow up Namimori?”
“What are you saying, Mukuro-san? Dino-san isn’t that kind of person!” Tsuna interjected, voice shaky and heart still uncertain if it would be wise for him to get in between these two dangerous men. After all, if Reborn wasn’t around…
“Oh yeah?” Mukuro retorted, unimpressed. “Then why hasn’t Hibari-kun said anything, then?”
Tsuna paused, unable to come up with any form of a counterargument, instead sneaking in a petrified sideways glance at Hibari, who looked close to strangling the life out of Mukuro with his bare hands.
“Rokudo Mukuro, if you say any more, I’ll -”
“Bite me to death, yeah, I know,” Mukuro yawned, keeping his gaze on the road ahead as vines and hanging creepers slapped away at the windshield. “And Tsunayoshi-kun, when are we - woah, a tiger!”
Tsuna almost spat his heart out in shock, the organ in question beating heavily against his ribcage. “B-but I don’t see any tiger…”
Mukuro dismissed Tsuna’s fear with an airy wave of his hand. “I think it only ran by; it’s gone now -”
Thump.
“What was that?” Tsuna wailed, scrambling around the backseat and getting successfully tangled with the huge map he had recently fished out from a pocket.
Hibari raised a nonchalant eyebrow as Mukuro laughed and risked a glance backwards, pointing a finger at the roof of the van. Tsuna risked a look upwards, and this time round, his heart started racing so fast it threatened to break out and smash his ribcage into little pieces. Tsuna gulped down the lump forming in his throat. The roof had been dented - literally dented - and that could mean only one thing…
“Oh no,” Tsuna breathed, clutching on to both sides of his seat, still unable to tear his eyes off the horrifying sight that was the roof. The van lurched forward, running over a bump in the road, and an angry roar resonated throughout the otherwise peaceful-looking forest.
“Oh yes,” Mukuro leered, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
The tiger pounded another dent in the roof.
And Mukuro stepped down on the accelerator.
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“We’re going to force it off,” he cackled, as the van raced through the dense undergrowth, mowing down the shrubbery, breaking little sticks and branches beneath burning tires and making the most hair-raising turns around unexpected corners. The van left a cloud of sand and dust in its wake as it tore through the pathways of the nature reserve.
“Mukuro-san! Don’t throw us off into a path that isn’t marked!”
Hibari yawned, shoulder bumping against the left wall of the van as Mukuro made an especially sharp right turn. With all this speed-racing, he was developing a migraine - not to mention the absolute din that Sawada Tsunayoshi and the tiger were making together. The former was still scared right out of his pants - face pale, eyes wide, and clinging on for dear life.
That was (barely) forgivable, given the weak little herbivore that he was. The latter, however…
“It’s annoying,” Hibari said, getting up and half-standing, half-crouching in the van. He stretched upwards an arm to rap on the metal of the roof, finger tracing a well-defined square set in it. The square looked like a trapdoor leading up to an attic - the only difference was that that particular door only lead to the roof of the car. Hibari wrapped the pale, slender fingers of his right hand around the small handle of the door, tonfa at the ready in the other.
“What might you be doing, Hibari-kun?” Mukuro asked, with forced sweetness in his tone, clearly far too agitated from burning gas travelling across the seemingly-endless nature reserve.
“I’ll bite that thing to death.”
Mukuro snorted disbelievingly. “You’re going to fight with that thing one-on-one?”
Huh!? Tsuna’s train of derailing thought froze with a harsh jerk. He stared at the Cloud Guardian, jaw slack and mouth wide open in shock. Hibari-san’s going to challenge that tiger to a duel on the roof of a speeding van!?
“Yes,” Hibari replied, gaze icy and as hard as steel. He opened the trapdoor a crack.
Mukuro huffed. “What if it knows kung-fu?”
Hibari paused to ponder this option Mukuro had just offered him. “…It won’t.”
The pounding on the van’s roof increased in intensity and Mukuro winced. He didn’t want to die again - waiting in Hell to be reincarnated was so boring, especially when he’d done it about six times before. “Then don’t blame me if it can use the matrix or something,” Mukuro muttered under his breath. “Feel free to do battle - but make sure you don’t get hit by some overhanging tree branch. I’m not going to be responsible.”
In an instant, realization and rage alike flashed across Hibari’s face and he slammed the trap door shut, seating himself down at an inhuman speed.
For at that very moment, Mukuro drove them into the nearest thatch of dense undergrowth.
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He’s insane! Tsuna wailed mentally, desperately trying to come up with an explanation as to why Mukuro would be this possessed to drive straight into the forest. Looking out of the nearby window, all Tsuna could discern were the faint outlines of diminutive trees and thick bushes - so unless Mukuro happened to be an owl with night-vision, they weren’t going to survive if he continued driving the van at this speed.
I knew it; we’re all going to die!
“Why did you stop me?” Hibari growled, threatening.
“At least I got it off,” Mukuro piped up, voice suspiciously cheerful even as he continued tearing them through the darkness of the forest. “It got hit off by a branch the moment I drove into this place. There’re probably claw marks on the van’s roof now…”
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Hibari said, voice dangerously low. He looked positively livid and ready to kill. “And where are you taking me?”
“I told you - no idea!” Mukuro said, shrugging indifferently.
“Then slow down.”
For a brief moment, Tsuna caught the mock regret in Mukuro’s expression despite their dark and gloomy surroundings, and felt something sink in the pit of his stomach.
“Can’t,” Mukuro shook his head petulantly, stray strands of blue swishing about with the movement, falling to frame his pallid face. “The accelerator’s stuck.”
“Mukuro-san,” Tsuna piped up. “Can’t you brake?”
Mukuro shook his head again as Hibari growled something particularly nasty under his breath, folding arms over his chest as if to say - “I give up on this idiot.”
“The brakes aren’t working, Tsunayoshi-kun.”
“What!?”
“Oh, look,” Mukuro pointed into the distance. “We’re nearing the end of the tunnel.”
Tsuna’s eyes widened in relief - the van was heading straight towards a gap in the dense undergrowth, from which light was streaming through the gaps between the leaves and branches. But something’s wrong - something’s definitely wrong! Tsuna panicked silently. Maybe it was just the ‘Vongola’s Hyper-intuition’ thing he had going on, but…
“Good God,” Mukuro exclaimed, tone carrying the faintest hint of surprise. “Why is there a cliff in the middle of a place like this?”
Hibari snorted at the illusionist, hands intertwined across his chest. “If you’re going to teleport us out of here, you’d better do it right now or I’ll bite you to death.”
“I apologize that I am unable to share my extra lives with you, Tsunayoshi-kun.”
Mukuro laughed.
Hibari seemed unimpressed.
Tsuna clasped his hands together and prayed.
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“He drove me off a hill,” Hibari pointed out almost rigidly, expression unchanging. “How can that be considered ‘emotionally healthy’?”
“You’re forgetting that he drove Tsuna-kun off as well, Kyoya,” Dino supplied.
Dino Cavallone and Hibari Kyoya were seated in the living room of Tsuna’s home, barely days after Mukuro had magically managed to drive himself, Tsuna and Hibari off a cliff somewhere in India. Apparently, Tsuna still hadn’t recovered from the shock. Still, Dino had called in Hibari to ask what sort of experience the teenager had gathered from the little expedition.
“Never again,” Hibari cut Dino off. “Don’t you dare try to send me on one of those things ever again.”
Dino laughed. Initially, he had planned to end this quickly and go upstairs to accompany Reborn in observing Tsuna’s recovery - but with Hibari Kyoya here, it just wasn’t really possible. “How did you manage to escape being killed by Rokudo Mukuro, anyway?”
A muscle under Hibari’s right eye twitched visibly. “The ‘cliff’ was actually a very steep hill - that herbivore was screaming his head off. Then the brakes finally came unstuck.”
“By ‘herbivore’, you mean Tsuna?”
Hibari ignored the question completely, instead glaring heatedly at the good-natured man seated before him. “Where’s Mukuro?”
“You mean he isn’t with you?” Dino raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“He disappeared at the airport.”
“Interesting,” Dino said, getting up on his feet and striding towards the staircase leading up to Tsuna’s room. “Who knows? What do you need that man for?”
Narrowing his eyes, Hibari glared at the cerulean blue sky smattered with the wispy white of clouds outside, through a nearby window. “Getting him back for stopping me biting that tiger to death. It would have been interesting had he not interfered.”
The other man nodded approvingly, watching as Hibari excused himself without ceremony from the house. “Exacting your revenge, I see. How very like you, Kyoya - wait, what?”
Dino’s brown eyes widened in shock.
“A tiger!?”
END.
Type of Present: Fanfiction
Character/Pairing(s): Mukuro + Hibari + Tsuna. BUT IT'S ALL GEN, SRSLY.
Rating: G; and glorious CRACK.
Summary: Vacations are supposed to be relaxing. But when Mukuro and Hibari are with you in India? Sorry, Tsuna, you're not getting your rest.
Personal Note: Well, how on earth did I manage this? I'm sorry if I didn't fulfill your request, and I am also sorry if this is OOC and made of fail or anything. Still, here's wishing you a Merry Christmas!
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Tsuna remembered it as though it only happened yesterday.
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“He needs a vacation!”
Sawada Tsunayoshi could only gape, stare, and gape some more at the Italian man standing before him, flapping an envelope in his face.
Dino Cavallone had barged into his house one fine and blazing afternoon - most certainly uninvited - to confront his ‘little brother’ about his ‘pupil’ needing a vacation to some unknown resort.
“D-Dino-san,” Tsuna had stuttered hesitantly, waving both hands before himself as if to deny that Hibari Kyoya was related to him or the Vongola at all. “I don’t understand - what do you mean by this?” He would pretend that he knew nothing about this, oh yes, if not only for the fact that he already almost understood what the Italian wanted from him.
Dino folded his arms across his chest, Romario an ever-watchful presence behind him. The afternoon sun that streamed in through the windows and fluttering curtains highlighted Dino’s blond hair an even more vibrant gold. Tsuna winced mentally as he surveyed the man’s set expression, whose brown eyes were flitting around Tsuna’s room for Reborn’s presence. The hitman had to be somewhere - he always was.
“Ciaossu, Dino.”
“Reborn!” Tsuna exclaimed, half-surprised and half-relieved, though he doubted that the Arcobaleno would bother trying to dissuade the Cavallone from trying to force a few certain Guardians on vacation.
The hitman turned to face Tsuna, Leon perched on his shoulder like a silent sentinel. “You need a vacation too, Tsuna,” he commented sagely. The boy in question tried to gather his wits to muster a protest, but gave up halfway, shoulders heaving with a heavy sigh.
“He’s been very stressed lately,” Dino added, striding over and placing the envelop he was fingering down onto Tsuna’s desktop, tapping it as he spoke, each syllable and every word accentuated the way only Italians could. “So I decided to get you guys a little break - three tickets to this one private Nature Reserve in India. An acquaintance of mine sent them to me, and I figured that I’d better let you have them. And you’re having your holidays around this time, so it’s very convenient.”
“W-wait…” Tsuna cast a sideways glance at Reborn, who nodded in approval most unhelpfully. “Dino-san - you said three tickets? Are you coming along too?”
The Italian shook his head, expression a mask of mild regret. “I’ll be busy handling family business,” he stated softly, mouth set in a thin, grim line. “So I can’t tag along, even if I wanted to.”
Tsuna nodded slightly. “Oh. Okay. So…” his face scrunched up in confusion as Tsuna tried desperately to consider the options laid out before him. “Who’s the third person?”
Dino waved a hand in front of his face. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he remarked airily. “I’ve already arranged someone to go with you two…right, Reborn?”
“Of course.”
If Tsuna wasn’t worried before, the glint in Reborn’s eye was more than enough to spark off a pit of butterflies in his stomach. He gulped, forcing the air down his dry throat.
“Who is it?” Tsuna asked.
Reborn turned to face his pupil, smiling all too pleasantly. Dino chuckled wryly, muffling the sound with his hand.
“Rokudo Mukuro.”
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Those two…they did this on purpose, didn’t they?
“Why did you even bother complying, Hibari-kun?” Mukuro asked, throwing a casual backwards glance over his shoulder, both hands perched steadily upon the steering wheel of the van the three of them were currently in. “You know you could’ve…could’ve…” Mukuro paused and frowned to himself, swerving and making a particularly sharp turn around the next vine-covered tree. “What was that phrase again?”
“…Bitten him to death,” Hibari growled, under his breath.
“Right, right,” Mukuro exclaimed in mock triumph, turning back to the wheel just as the van travelled over a particularly nasty bump in the road. “And…Tsunayoshi-kun, you have the map with you, right?”
Why…why am I stuck between these two, of all people!? “M-Mukuro-san,” Tsuna fumbled around in the backseat, finally pulling out a huge map with a clumsily-executed flourish. “Where are we now?”
“Oh, that,” Mukuro replied lazily, still directing the van over the dirt road stretched before them. “…No idea, actually.”
Hibari snorted in disdain, sinking back in his seat, crossing both arms over his chest and staring intently out of the nearest window at the scenery flashing by.
“Do you have something to say, Hibari Kyoya?” the Mist Guardian piped up suddenly. Tsuna could almost imagine the sinister smile on the man’s face that only complimented his equally dangerous tone of voice.
Hibari chose to preserve a dignified silence despite the odds.
Mukuro laughed, a rich and throaty sound, letting go of the wheel for a moment. The van jerked sharply to the left, rubber tires squealing in protest as the van continued to race its way across the dirt track. “What did that Cavallone say to you anyway? The Kyoya I know would never agree to something as preposterous as this.”
“And since when did you ‘understand’ me?”
“My, aren’t you a little chattier than usual today?” Mukuro shot back. Hibari narrowed his eyes, glaring daggers at the man. “What did that guy do? Threaten to blow up Namimori?”
“What are you saying, Mukuro-san? Dino-san isn’t that kind of person!” Tsuna interjected, voice shaky and heart still uncertain if it would be wise for him to get in between these two dangerous men. After all, if Reborn wasn’t around…
“Oh yeah?” Mukuro retorted, unimpressed. “Then why hasn’t Hibari-kun said anything, then?”
Tsuna paused, unable to come up with any form of a counterargument, instead sneaking in a petrified sideways glance at Hibari, who looked close to strangling the life out of Mukuro with his bare hands.
“Rokudo Mukuro, if you say any more, I’ll -”
“Bite me to death, yeah, I know,” Mukuro yawned, keeping his gaze on the road ahead as vines and hanging creepers slapped away at the windshield. “And Tsunayoshi-kun, when are we - woah, a tiger!”
Tsuna almost spat his heart out in shock, the organ in question beating heavily against his ribcage. “B-but I don’t see any tiger…”
Mukuro dismissed Tsuna’s fear with an airy wave of his hand. “I think it only ran by; it’s gone now -”
Thump.
“What was that?” Tsuna wailed, scrambling around the backseat and getting successfully tangled with the huge map he had recently fished out from a pocket.
Hibari raised a nonchalant eyebrow as Mukuro laughed and risked a glance backwards, pointing a finger at the roof of the van. Tsuna risked a look upwards, and this time round, his heart started racing so fast it threatened to break out and smash his ribcage into little pieces. Tsuna gulped down the lump forming in his throat. The roof had been dented - literally dented - and that could mean only one thing…
“Oh no,” Tsuna breathed, clutching on to both sides of his seat, still unable to tear his eyes off the horrifying sight that was the roof. The van lurched forward, running over a bump in the road, and an angry roar resonated throughout the otherwise peaceful-looking forest.
“Oh yes,” Mukuro leered, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
The tiger pounded another dent in the roof.
And Mukuro stepped down on the accelerator.
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“We’re going to force it off,” he cackled, as the van raced through the dense undergrowth, mowing down the shrubbery, breaking little sticks and branches beneath burning tires and making the most hair-raising turns around unexpected corners. The van left a cloud of sand and dust in its wake as it tore through the pathways of the nature reserve.
“Mukuro-san! Don’t throw us off into a path that isn’t marked!”
Hibari yawned, shoulder bumping against the left wall of the van as Mukuro made an especially sharp right turn. With all this speed-racing, he was developing a migraine - not to mention the absolute din that Sawada Tsunayoshi and the tiger were making together. The former was still scared right out of his pants - face pale, eyes wide, and clinging on for dear life.
That was (barely) forgivable, given the weak little herbivore that he was. The latter, however…
“It’s annoying,” Hibari said, getting up and half-standing, half-crouching in the van. He stretched upwards an arm to rap on the metal of the roof, finger tracing a well-defined square set in it. The square looked like a trapdoor leading up to an attic - the only difference was that that particular door only lead to the roof of the car. Hibari wrapped the pale, slender fingers of his right hand around the small handle of the door, tonfa at the ready in the other.
“What might you be doing, Hibari-kun?” Mukuro asked, with forced sweetness in his tone, clearly far too agitated from burning gas travelling across the seemingly-endless nature reserve.
“I’ll bite that thing to death.”
Mukuro snorted disbelievingly. “You’re going to fight with that thing one-on-one?”
Huh!? Tsuna’s train of derailing thought froze with a harsh jerk. He stared at the Cloud Guardian, jaw slack and mouth wide open in shock. Hibari-san’s going to challenge that tiger to a duel on the roof of a speeding van!?
“Yes,” Hibari replied, gaze icy and as hard as steel. He opened the trapdoor a crack.
Mukuro huffed. “What if it knows kung-fu?”
Hibari paused to ponder this option Mukuro had just offered him. “…It won’t.”
The pounding on the van’s roof increased in intensity and Mukuro winced. He didn’t want to die again - waiting in Hell to be reincarnated was so boring, especially when he’d done it about six times before. “Then don’t blame me if it can use the matrix or something,” Mukuro muttered under his breath. “Feel free to do battle - but make sure you don’t get hit by some overhanging tree branch. I’m not going to be responsible.”
In an instant, realization and rage alike flashed across Hibari’s face and he slammed the trap door shut, seating himself down at an inhuman speed.
For at that very moment, Mukuro drove them into the nearest thatch of dense undergrowth.
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He’s insane! Tsuna wailed mentally, desperately trying to come up with an explanation as to why Mukuro would be this possessed to drive straight into the forest. Looking out of the nearby window, all Tsuna could discern were the faint outlines of diminutive trees and thick bushes - so unless Mukuro happened to be an owl with night-vision, they weren’t going to survive if he continued driving the van at this speed.
I knew it; we’re all going to die!
“Why did you stop me?” Hibari growled, threatening.
“At least I got it off,” Mukuro piped up, voice suspiciously cheerful even as he continued tearing them through the darkness of the forest. “It got hit off by a branch the moment I drove into this place. There’re probably claw marks on the van’s roof now…”
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Hibari said, voice dangerously low. He looked positively livid and ready to kill. “And where are you taking me?”
“I told you - no idea!” Mukuro said, shrugging indifferently.
“Then slow down.”
For a brief moment, Tsuna caught the mock regret in Mukuro’s expression despite their dark and gloomy surroundings, and felt something sink in the pit of his stomach.
“Can’t,” Mukuro shook his head petulantly, stray strands of blue swishing about with the movement, falling to frame his pallid face. “The accelerator’s stuck.”
“Mukuro-san,” Tsuna piped up. “Can’t you brake?”
Mukuro shook his head again as Hibari growled something particularly nasty under his breath, folding arms over his chest as if to say - “I give up on this idiot.”
“The brakes aren’t working, Tsunayoshi-kun.”
“What!?”
“Oh, look,” Mukuro pointed into the distance. “We’re nearing the end of the tunnel.”
Tsuna’s eyes widened in relief - the van was heading straight towards a gap in the dense undergrowth, from which light was streaming through the gaps between the leaves and branches. But something’s wrong - something’s definitely wrong! Tsuna panicked silently. Maybe it was just the ‘Vongola’s Hyper-intuition’ thing he had going on, but…
“Good God,” Mukuro exclaimed, tone carrying the faintest hint of surprise. “Why is there a cliff in the middle of a place like this?”
Hibari snorted at the illusionist, hands intertwined across his chest. “If you’re going to teleport us out of here, you’d better do it right now or I’ll bite you to death.”
“I apologize that I am unable to share my extra lives with you, Tsunayoshi-kun.”
Mukuro laughed.
Hibari seemed unimpressed.
Tsuna clasped his hands together and prayed.
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“He drove me off a hill,” Hibari pointed out almost rigidly, expression unchanging. “How can that be considered ‘emotionally healthy’?”
“You’re forgetting that he drove Tsuna-kun off as well, Kyoya,” Dino supplied.
Dino Cavallone and Hibari Kyoya were seated in the living room of Tsuna’s home, barely days after Mukuro had magically managed to drive himself, Tsuna and Hibari off a cliff somewhere in India. Apparently, Tsuna still hadn’t recovered from the shock. Still, Dino had called in Hibari to ask what sort of experience the teenager had gathered from the little expedition.
“Never again,” Hibari cut Dino off. “Don’t you dare try to send me on one of those things ever again.”
Dino laughed. Initially, he had planned to end this quickly and go upstairs to accompany Reborn in observing Tsuna’s recovery - but with Hibari Kyoya here, it just wasn’t really possible. “How did you manage to escape being killed by Rokudo Mukuro, anyway?”
A muscle under Hibari’s right eye twitched visibly. “The ‘cliff’ was actually a very steep hill - that herbivore was screaming his head off. Then the brakes finally came unstuck.”
“By ‘herbivore’, you mean Tsuna?”
Hibari ignored the question completely, instead glaring heatedly at the good-natured man seated before him. “Where’s Mukuro?”
“You mean he isn’t with you?” Dino raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“He disappeared at the airport.”
“Interesting,” Dino said, getting up on his feet and striding towards the staircase leading up to Tsuna’s room. “Who knows? What do you need that man for?”
Narrowing his eyes, Hibari glared at the cerulean blue sky smattered with the wispy white of clouds outside, through a nearby window. “Getting him back for stopping me biting that tiger to death. It would have been interesting had he not interfered.”
The other man nodded approvingly, watching as Hibari excused himself without ceremony from the house. “Exacting your revenge, I see. How very like you, Kyoya - wait, what?”
Dino’s brown eyes widened in shock.
“A tiger!?”
END.