jaderlife
Present for jaderlife from dyaoka.
Type of Present: Fanfic
Pairing: Mukuro x Tsuna, side of...many other mentioned pairings.
Rating: PG-13
Personal Note: I fail, but I hope you have a Merry Christmas!!! ♥
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The day had started out looking quite beautiful; the sun shone behind white clouds to reflect off of the snow on the streets. Birds chirped cheerily, singing along to jolly Christmas songs. Tsuna had rolled down the stairs in a bundle of blankets and met with his tutor in the kitchen. Reborn was holding a mistletoe, a slight smirk upon his face. He stole a glance at Tsuna’s expression and made a connection between the mistletoe and Tsuna’s thoughts.
“Oh, this?” Reborn held up an innocent looking mistletoe. His dark black soulless eyes gleamed in a way that was not humanly possible. “This is a special mistletoe that Giannini made. Unlike regular mistletoes, this guarantees a kiss.”
Tsuna looked from Reborn to the small plant-like gadget in Reborn’s hand with great suspicion. “What do you mean, guarantee?”
“When two people stand under a normal mistletoe, it’s up to them whether or not they want to kiss. For this mistletoe,” a sadistic look entered Reborn’s eyes, “this guarantees a kiss. With it I’m sure you’d finally get a kiss from Kyouko.”
“R-Reborn!” Tsuna shushed. He looked thoroughly abashed. On a more reasonable note, he said; “I won’t use that for the party. Put it away!”
Reborn shrugged and dropped the mistletoe onto the table before tottering off somewhere. Tsuna sighed in relief and vowed to stash it away before everyone arrived for the Christmas party. Of course, once Tsuna had gone back upstairs and changed out of his sleepwear, he had completely forgotten about the mistletoe laying inconspicuously on the kitchen table.
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“No, we don’t need actual snow in here,” Tsuna explained for the tenth time to Lambo who seemed intent on piling as much snow as he could indoors for the holidays to seem authentic. “Lambo, why don’t you help Mom in the kitchen?”
Lambo looked up at Tsuna with his big green eyes and an evil smirk. “No Good Tsuna!” Lambo screeched. “Cooking isn’t a man’s job!”
“I think she’s making dessert right now,” Tsuna said.
“Cooking is for men!” Lambo raced off into the kitchen and out of the pile of indoors snow. Tsuna sighed and turned to Gokudera. The silver haired man was glaring at Lambo as the kid ran across the room, trekking water and flakes of snow everywhere.
“Stupid cow,” Gokudera growled as he stomped his way over to the pile of snow. He lit a stick of dynamite and tossed it into the snow.
“Wh-what are you doing?!” Tsuna made a grab to put out the dynamite. The fire singed his fingers, but singed fingers compared to having no house for Christmas was preferable. “Gokudera!”
“Getting rid of the snow,” Gokudera said, sending Tsuna a winning smile. “The dynamite makes it evaporate.”
Tsuna shuddered at Gokudera’s logic. Wasn’t he supposed to be smart? “Er, why don’t we do it without dynamite? Let me get you a broom.” Tsuna rushed out of the living room to fetch a broom; it was old and frayed, but it was something to use to keep the house intact. Tsuna was up for keeping his home safe. He rushed back to Gokudera before the Storm Guardian could get any more ideas into his head about clearing out snow in creative ways.
On his way back, he nearly crashed into Kyouko and Haru, both of whom had decided to help decorate the house with Christmas effects. It was looking wonderful, with the exception of what looked like a tengu mask hanging from the wall and a cherub pointing its rear end straight up into the air at any onlookers that might be passing by. Tsuna was certain those were Haru’s suggestions.
“How do you like it?” Kyouko asked, looking from Tsuna to the decorations.
She was simply dazzling, Tsuna thought, beautiful and sweet and thoughtful and kind and on fire-
Tsuna looked behind Kyouko to realize a fire had started in the living room. He raced into the living room to find Gokudera desperately trying to fan it out, but it only seemed to make the flames grow larger. “T-Tenth!” He looked rather stricken. “I’m so sorry!”
“Put it out!”
Gokudera grabbed the broom from Tsuna’s hands and in a desperate attempt, began to shove the snow over the fire. The fire sizzled out leaving behind a burnt, charcoal smell and a blackened carpet corner.
“I’m so sorry,” Gokudera said, looking to Tsuna as if the world was ending. He fell to his knees and immediately started to bang his head against the floor in an attempt to kowtow. “Please forgive this useless subordinate of yours! I shall die a dog’s death in the snow!”
“Um, no, Gokudera,” Tsuna was upset over the attempted arson, but he wasn’t going to punish his friend! “Er, why don’t you go help Kyouko and Haru? They look like they need, um, a man to help them out. Yes, a man. I’ll clean up the snow.”
Stars appeared in Gokudera’s eyes as he sprung to his feet. “You are such a kind and wonderful person, Tenth! People will be singing you praises for eternity!”
Tsuna had nothing to say to that as he started to sweep the snow out of the room and into the backyard, along with any bits of burnt rug.
After sweeping out as much of the snow as he could, Tsuna sighed and closed the sliding glass door that separated the backyard and the living room. The mess had finally been cleaned up and it was time to check up on Gokudera, Haru, and Kyouko. Kyouko wouldn’t get into any trouble, he was sure of that, but Gokudera and Haru were different stories. Especially Gokudera.
“How’s the decoration going?” Tsuna asked, approaching the trio. Gokudera seemed to be at odds with Haru over the décor.
“Isn’t it cute?” Kyouko giggled and pointed.
Things of unspeakable quality and quantity littered the walls and the hallway leading upstairs; two fake turtle doves sitting on an equally fake branch hung over the kitchen doorway, five golden rings all hooped together dropped downward from the ceiling at the risk of hitting anyone that walked by, and the most hazardous of all were the drums. The drums weren’t actually hazardous, but the way they were placed and the fact that there were twelve of them and playing some uneven beat made Tsuna’s hair stand on end. The drums were placed on each step that led upstairs.
“It’s, er,” Tsuna was at loss for words. He just figured that there would be more angels and stockings, perhaps an elf or a Santa here and there, but he didn’t expect drums and doves and golden rings, much less tengu masks and cherub butts.
“You don’t like it?” Haru asked. She looked downright disheartened and Kyouko mirrored Haru’s expression.
“I-it’s b-b-beautiful!” Tsuna sputtered.
The girls beamed proudly.
Just then, the doorbell rang saving Tsuna from saying anything to embarrass himself in front of Kyouko and Haru. Gokudera, the one being closest to the door, swung it open and glared at the intruder.
“What do you want?” he glowered.
It was Yamamoto’s easy going voice and laughter that filtered through Tsuna’s ears and he was honestly glad to see his tall, baseball obsessed friend. “Yamamoto!” he greeted. Gokudera looked less than enthused at seeing Yamamoto and his hand lingered upon the door, as if the itch to shut it in Yamamoto’s face was killing him.
“Er, come in,” Tsuna called. “We’re almost finished setting up.”
“Great!” Yamamoto held up the box he carried. “Christmas cake! I don’t know if you guys got one, but my dad said it was common courtesy.”
“Thanks! I’ll take that to the kitchen.” Tsuna took the box from Yamamoto and stepped into the kitchen just as Lambo ran out, cackling something about stealing decorations.
Gokudera had immediately turned to the Thunder Guardian and demanded that “You’re not going to destroy the Tenth’s Christmas, you stupid cow!” Tsuna sighed and proceeded to ignore them.
The kitchen was filled with bowls and plates of food; his mom had truly gone all out for the day with all sorts of dishes. There was a roasted chicken that was being kept warm in the oven and the smell by itself was making Tsuna’s mouth water. Potatoes and corn were steaming and ready to go, as well as salmon and broccoli and many more dishes that Tsuna couldn’t even possibly count. He’s never seen his mother go all out before for such a celebration!
“Tsu-kun!” Nana whirled about the kitchen. “Is that cake?” She looked around the kitchen, but failed to find an open spot to put the box on. “Clear a spot on the counter, would you? I need to go get changed now. My, I’m so dirty and smelly from cooking all day.” Nana patted Tsuna on the cheek absently as she nearly skipped out of the room humming a tuneless song under her breath. She was clearly quite happy and Tsuna felt relieved; it was a good thing, he supposed, that there was a party and it would be loud and noisy. The previous years it would always be just him and his mother, only the two of them to celebrate Christmas.
A scream ran through the air.
It wasn’t one of those bone chilling screams and neither was it a blood curling scream; it was one that foretold the death of Julius Caesar, destroyed Nagasaki and Hiroshima, and ruined Christmas parties.
Tsuna walked back out of the kitchen, dread knotting up in the depths of his stomach.
“What’s wrong?” He didn’t really want to know the answer, but felt compelled to ask.
“I-I’m stuck!” Haru said, struggling to move out of an invisible, enclosed space. Gokudera was hammering his fist on said enclosed space, but it didn’t seem to be letting up. They were squished together nearly chest to chest in the middle of the hall just outside of the foyer. Hanging above them was a gleaming, inconspicuous, innocent looking mistletoe. It was the mistletoe that Reborn had with him during the morning, Tsuna realized with dawning horror.
“Oh my god.” Tsuna stared at the victims.
Yamamoto just laughed, seeming rather at ease with the whole situation. “You’re under a mistletoe! The two of you should go on ahead and kiss.”
“Fuck no!” Gokudera screamed. He looked disgusted at having been trapped with Haru. Haru glared for all it was worth at Gokudera.
“Hahi! There’s no way I’ll kiss you!”
“You don’t have a choice.”
Everyone looked over at the new voice and everyone stared at Reborn who was dressed up as Santa with the beard and a fake tubby stomach. The only thing that was un-Santa-like about his outfit was the sniper rifle he was holding. It was sleek and black and quite deadly looking in Tsuna’s eyes.
“You either kiss each other or you can stay there forever.” Reborn gave a careless shrug and tottered away. He was a being of pure evil masquerading around as jolly old Saint Nicholas; Tsuna sincerely thought that Reborn needed to be checked into a mental clinic for a day or two. Or possibly a month since that would be the best for society.
Gokudera took Reborn’s words as a priest would to God’s teachings. He stood a little taller and, though the sour look did not disappear from his expression, did his best to face Haru. “I…I will not stay trapped with you forever!” he declared. He leaned forward and just barely brushed his lips on Haru’s forehead before retreating as far away as possible. Which wasn’t very far, since he was still trapped.
“Kiss her properly, Gokudera,” Yamamoto said. “Really now. You’re a high school student!”
“Sh-shut up! This is hard!” Gokudera was pink in the face and looking twenty times more frightening than usual.
Haru looked like she was going to cry. “Hahi! This isn’t fair! I wanted my first kiss to be Tsuna’s!”
“There, there,” Kyouko said. She held out her hand and Haru took it. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” Kyouko smiled brightly and Haru seemed cheered by it; they both stepped out of the foyer, leaving the boys behind.
Gokudera’s jaw swung open. He tried to step out from under the mistletoe, but failed spectacularly. “Wh-why?!”
Yamamoto shook his head. “You’re weird!”
“Shut up, I don’t want to hear it from you!”
Yamamoto stepped under the mistletoe and Gokudera’s face went ghastly pale. “Oh, fuck no-”
“I can’t believe you don’t know how to kiss girls! Let me teach you.”
In one movement, Yamamoto had leaned down from his rather towering height and captured a slack-jawed Gokudera in an open mouthed kiss. Gokudera screamed some sort of profanity sounding like “You whore,” but Yamamoto muffled it by sticking his tongue into Gokudera’s mouth. Gokudera’s struggling stopped and froze and squeezed his eyes closed. A high pitched keening noise erupted from the back of Gokudera’s throat as one of Yamamoto’s hands traced a path up from his ribs. The struggle for escape had become a struggle for more.
Tsuna shut his eyes and ran after Kyouko and Haru. They probably weren’t doing anything that would lead to him being mentally scarred for life.
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The party was in full swing.
Dino had shown up with Romario in tow, both procuring sizable packages for Tsuna and his mother. They had stacked the presents under the small, compact Christmas tree that was usually stored in the closet for most of the year and thanked the guests graciously for the gifts. The ancient karaoke machine had been hauled out of storage with Romario and Yamamoto’s combined strength and put to use; Gokudera was squawking out a tune that no one could really identify. He was doing his best to forget his embarrassing encounter with Yamamoto in the foyer earlier.
Bianchi, wearing a new set of Gucci brand glasses, sat at the front row with Reborn in her lap. Lambo and I-Pin were running around causing havoc as Fuuta watched over them as an older brother generally would. Ryohei, thankfully, had been coerced by Kyouko to forgo the boxing gloves and was conversing with Yamamoto as they had an eating competition. (The conversation went something like this: “EXTREME!” “Hahaha!” “EXTREME!” “Hahaha!”)
All in all, it was rather rowdy.
Especially since Haru was booing Gokudera in a loud voice.
Tsuna sighed, rather relieved. He had no idea what would happen, but it seems that his fears were unfounded. Of course, he shouldn’t have expected anything worse; his friends were good people. They wouldn’t do anything intentionally.
Nonetheless, there was a terrible, terrible nagging in the back of his mind, telling him that he was stupid for letting his guard down because something was going to happen just because he was Sawada Tsunayoshi, the next in line to be head of the Vongola Family.
The doorbell rang and Tsuna looked up; he wasn’t expecting any more guests. Everyone that was supposed to be assembled had already shown up.
Curious to see whom it was on the snowy winter night, Tsuna walked out and nearly crossed the foyer. He remembered about the mistletoe just before he was about to step under it.
“Ah, are you worried about who it might be?”
Tsuna turned around to face Romario. “Uh, excuse me?”
“You are Vongola’s Tenth, and Christmas is no exceptions for assassins. Perhaps I should get the door,” Romario said wisely. The older man took a step towards the foyer, but Tsuna stopped him before he got anywhere close to the mistletoe.
“No! No, there’s no need for that. We should, erm, ignore it. Just in case it’s an assassin. We could pretend no one’s home,” Tsuna lied. Romario didn’t look very convinced and tried to move forward once again, but Tsuna held out his arms as a blockade. “Really. There’s no need,” he insisted.
The doorbell rang again and this time it was accompanied by a scratching noise.
Whoever it was outside really wanted to get in. Tsuna had a bad feeling about that.
“I do think we should get it,” Romario said and just as he stepped past Tsuna, the door nearly flew off its hinges.
Mukuro stood at the entranceway, dripping snow and water in all his party-crashing glory. He stepped forward, shutting the door with an incredibly long leg and for a moment, Tsuna had the most shocking image of Romario and Mukuro making out underneath the mistletoe. Needless to say, it was horrifying.
“R-Romario! No!” Tsuna yelled and dashed forward in a desperate attempt to save his sanity.
Romario stopped.
Tsuna missed Romario and plowed straight into Mukuro, under the mistletoe.
“Oh my, oh my,” Mukuro grunted, taking hold of Tsuna by the shoulders to steady him. There was a positively lewd smirk upon his face when Tsuna looked up at the Mist Guardian.
“Guh!” Tsuna said. He tried to back away from Mukuro, only to find his back against an invisible wall and that Mukuro was inches away from him.
“Would you look at that? We’re under a mistletoe.” Mukuro’s grin was absolutely lecherous. He leaned in till they were millimeters apart and Tsuna could almost taste the cold that was hanging around Mukuro in a shroud. “So, what do you want me to do?”
Please don’t kiss me, Tsuna thought, his mind racing as he felt the heat rise up to his ears. Please don’t kiss me, please don’t kiss me, please don’t kiss me. He opened his mouth and out tumbled the words: “Please kiss me.”
There was a slight pause in which Tsuna could hear the steam going out of his ears. Mukuro, on the other hand, looked positively delighted. “With pleasure.”
It took less than a heartbeat for Mukuro to plant his lips on top of Tsuna’s. Tsuna had gone slack upon contact, his eyes opening very wide in surprise, though really, he shouldn’t have been surprised at all that Mukuro was such a daredevil-pervert. Unlike the snow that piled on him, Mukuro’s lips were very warm and felt delightful against Tsuna’s own; Mukuro’s tongue had somehow made it into his mouth and was moving about in a deliciously sensual way, brushing against his to spark electricity that went straight down his spine.
Tsuna wasn’t even aware of when he had shut his eyes or when his hands had started to cling onto Mukuro’s clothes. He just knew that Mukuro’s hands had just made its way under his shirt and that the roaming fingers were making him press closer to Mukuro for support and leverage.
It was a shrill ‘Hahi!’ that snapped Tsuna from his Mukuro-induced stupor.
“Mmmf,” Tsuna said against Mukuro’s mouth. His Mist Guardian drew away slowly, licking his lips as if the taste of Tsuna still lingered there. Tsuna had to pry his eyes away from Mukuro desperately and he turned-
Holy crap.
Everyone had gathered in the foyer.
Tsuna could feel the heat reach from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Mukuro was grinning from ear to ear and didn’t seem the least bit bothered by an audience.
“Merry Christmas,” Mukuro purred, stroking a lock of Tsuna’s hair.
“Guh,” Tsuna replied as chaos erupted around them.
-End
Type of Present: Fanfic
Pairing: Mukuro x Tsuna, side of...many other mentioned pairings.
Rating: PG-13
Personal Note: I fail, but I hope you have a Merry Christmas!!! ♥
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The day had started out looking quite beautiful; the sun shone behind white clouds to reflect off of the snow on the streets. Birds chirped cheerily, singing along to jolly Christmas songs. Tsuna had rolled down the stairs in a bundle of blankets and met with his tutor in the kitchen. Reborn was holding a mistletoe, a slight smirk upon his face. He stole a glance at Tsuna’s expression and made a connection between the mistletoe and Tsuna’s thoughts.
“Oh, this?” Reborn held up an innocent looking mistletoe. His dark black soulless eyes gleamed in a way that was not humanly possible. “This is a special mistletoe that Giannini made. Unlike regular mistletoes, this guarantees a kiss.”
Tsuna looked from Reborn to the small plant-like gadget in Reborn’s hand with great suspicion. “What do you mean, guarantee?”
“When two people stand under a normal mistletoe, it’s up to them whether or not they want to kiss. For this mistletoe,” a sadistic look entered Reborn’s eyes, “this guarantees a kiss. With it I’m sure you’d finally get a kiss from Kyouko.”
“R-Reborn!” Tsuna shushed. He looked thoroughly abashed. On a more reasonable note, he said; “I won’t use that for the party. Put it away!”
Reborn shrugged and dropped the mistletoe onto the table before tottering off somewhere. Tsuna sighed in relief and vowed to stash it away before everyone arrived for the Christmas party. Of course, once Tsuna had gone back upstairs and changed out of his sleepwear, he had completely forgotten about the mistletoe laying inconspicuously on the kitchen table.
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“No, we don’t need actual snow in here,” Tsuna explained for the tenth time to Lambo who seemed intent on piling as much snow as he could indoors for the holidays to seem authentic. “Lambo, why don’t you help Mom in the kitchen?”
Lambo looked up at Tsuna with his big green eyes and an evil smirk. “No Good Tsuna!” Lambo screeched. “Cooking isn’t a man’s job!”
“I think she’s making dessert right now,” Tsuna said.
“Cooking is for men!” Lambo raced off into the kitchen and out of the pile of indoors snow. Tsuna sighed and turned to Gokudera. The silver haired man was glaring at Lambo as the kid ran across the room, trekking water and flakes of snow everywhere.
“Stupid cow,” Gokudera growled as he stomped his way over to the pile of snow. He lit a stick of dynamite and tossed it into the snow.
“Wh-what are you doing?!” Tsuna made a grab to put out the dynamite. The fire singed his fingers, but singed fingers compared to having no house for Christmas was preferable. “Gokudera!”
“Getting rid of the snow,” Gokudera said, sending Tsuna a winning smile. “The dynamite makes it evaporate.”
Tsuna shuddered at Gokudera’s logic. Wasn’t he supposed to be smart? “Er, why don’t we do it without dynamite? Let me get you a broom.” Tsuna rushed out of the living room to fetch a broom; it was old and frayed, but it was something to use to keep the house intact. Tsuna was up for keeping his home safe. He rushed back to Gokudera before the Storm Guardian could get any more ideas into his head about clearing out snow in creative ways.
On his way back, he nearly crashed into Kyouko and Haru, both of whom had decided to help decorate the house with Christmas effects. It was looking wonderful, with the exception of what looked like a tengu mask hanging from the wall and a cherub pointing its rear end straight up into the air at any onlookers that might be passing by. Tsuna was certain those were Haru’s suggestions.
“How do you like it?” Kyouko asked, looking from Tsuna to the decorations.
She was simply dazzling, Tsuna thought, beautiful and sweet and thoughtful and kind and on fire-
Tsuna looked behind Kyouko to realize a fire had started in the living room. He raced into the living room to find Gokudera desperately trying to fan it out, but it only seemed to make the flames grow larger. “T-Tenth!” He looked rather stricken. “I’m so sorry!”
“Put it out!”
Gokudera grabbed the broom from Tsuna’s hands and in a desperate attempt, began to shove the snow over the fire. The fire sizzled out leaving behind a burnt, charcoal smell and a blackened carpet corner.
“I’m so sorry,” Gokudera said, looking to Tsuna as if the world was ending. He fell to his knees and immediately started to bang his head against the floor in an attempt to kowtow. “Please forgive this useless subordinate of yours! I shall die a dog’s death in the snow!”
“Um, no, Gokudera,” Tsuna was upset over the attempted arson, but he wasn’t going to punish his friend! “Er, why don’t you go help Kyouko and Haru? They look like they need, um, a man to help them out. Yes, a man. I’ll clean up the snow.”
Stars appeared in Gokudera’s eyes as he sprung to his feet. “You are such a kind and wonderful person, Tenth! People will be singing you praises for eternity!”
Tsuna had nothing to say to that as he started to sweep the snow out of the room and into the backyard, along with any bits of burnt rug.
After sweeping out as much of the snow as he could, Tsuna sighed and closed the sliding glass door that separated the backyard and the living room. The mess had finally been cleaned up and it was time to check up on Gokudera, Haru, and Kyouko. Kyouko wouldn’t get into any trouble, he was sure of that, but Gokudera and Haru were different stories. Especially Gokudera.
“How’s the decoration going?” Tsuna asked, approaching the trio. Gokudera seemed to be at odds with Haru over the décor.
“Isn’t it cute?” Kyouko giggled and pointed.
Things of unspeakable quality and quantity littered the walls and the hallway leading upstairs; two fake turtle doves sitting on an equally fake branch hung over the kitchen doorway, five golden rings all hooped together dropped downward from the ceiling at the risk of hitting anyone that walked by, and the most hazardous of all were the drums. The drums weren’t actually hazardous, but the way they were placed and the fact that there were twelve of them and playing some uneven beat made Tsuna’s hair stand on end. The drums were placed on each step that led upstairs.
“It’s, er,” Tsuna was at loss for words. He just figured that there would be more angels and stockings, perhaps an elf or a Santa here and there, but he didn’t expect drums and doves and golden rings, much less tengu masks and cherub butts.
“You don’t like it?” Haru asked. She looked downright disheartened and Kyouko mirrored Haru’s expression.
“I-it’s b-b-beautiful!” Tsuna sputtered.
The girls beamed proudly.
Just then, the doorbell rang saving Tsuna from saying anything to embarrass himself in front of Kyouko and Haru. Gokudera, the one being closest to the door, swung it open and glared at the intruder.
“What do you want?” he glowered.
It was Yamamoto’s easy going voice and laughter that filtered through Tsuna’s ears and he was honestly glad to see his tall, baseball obsessed friend. “Yamamoto!” he greeted. Gokudera looked less than enthused at seeing Yamamoto and his hand lingered upon the door, as if the itch to shut it in Yamamoto’s face was killing him.
“Er, come in,” Tsuna called. “We’re almost finished setting up.”
“Great!” Yamamoto held up the box he carried. “Christmas cake! I don’t know if you guys got one, but my dad said it was common courtesy.”
“Thanks! I’ll take that to the kitchen.” Tsuna took the box from Yamamoto and stepped into the kitchen just as Lambo ran out, cackling something about stealing decorations.
Gokudera had immediately turned to the Thunder Guardian and demanded that “You’re not going to destroy the Tenth’s Christmas, you stupid cow!” Tsuna sighed and proceeded to ignore them.
The kitchen was filled with bowls and plates of food; his mom had truly gone all out for the day with all sorts of dishes. There was a roasted chicken that was being kept warm in the oven and the smell by itself was making Tsuna’s mouth water. Potatoes and corn were steaming and ready to go, as well as salmon and broccoli and many more dishes that Tsuna couldn’t even possibly count. He’s never seen his mother go all out before for such a celebration!
“Tsu-kun!” Nana whirled about the kitchen. “Is that cake?” She looked around the kitchen, but failed to find an open spot to put the box on. “Clear a spot on the counter, would you? I need to go get changed now. My, I’m so dirty and smelly from cooking all day.” Nana patted Tsuna on the cheek absently as she nearly skipped out of the room humming a tuneless song under her breath. She was clearly quite happy and Tsuna felt relieved; it was a good thing, he supposed, that there was a party and it would be loud and noisy. The previous years it would always be just him and his mother, only the two of them to celebrate Christmas.
A scream ran through the air.
It wasn’t one of those bone chilling screams and neither was it a blood curling scream; it was one that foretold the death of Julius Caesar, destroyed Nagasaki and Hiroshima, and ruined Christmas parties.
Tsuna walked back out of the kitchen, dread knotting up in the depths of his stomach.
“What’s wrong?” He didn’t really want to know the answer, but felt compelled to ask.
“I-I’m stuck!” Haru said, struggling to move out of an invisible, enclosed space. Gokudera was hammering his fist on said enclosed space, but it didn’t seem to be letting up. They were squished together nearly chest to chest in the middle of the hall just outside of the foyer. Hanging above them was a gleaming, inconspicuous, innocent looking mistletoe. It was the mistletoe that Reborn had with him during the morning, Tsuna realized with dawning horror.
“Oh my god.” Tsuna stared at the victims.
Yamamoto just laughed, seeming rather at ease with the whole situation. “You’re under a mistletoe! The two of you should go on ahead and kiss.”
“Fuck no!” Gokudera screamed. He looked disgusted at having been trapped with Haru. Haru glared for all it was worth at Gokudera.
“Hahi! There’s no way I’ll kiss you!”
“You don’t have a choice.”
Everyone looked over at the new voice and everyone stared at Reborn who was dressed up as Santa with the beard and a fake tubby stomach. The only thing that was un-Santa-like about his outfit was the sniper rifle he was holding. It was sleek and black and quite deadly looking in Tsuna’s eyes.
“You either kiss each other or you can stay there forever.” Reborn gave a careless shrug and tottered away. He was a being of pure evil masquerading around as jolly old Saint Nicholas; Tsuna sincerely thought that Reborn needed to be checked into a mental clinic for a day or two. Or possibly a month since that would be the best for society.
Gokudera took Reborn’s words as a priest would to God’s teachings. He stood a little taller and, though the sour look did not disappear from his expression, did his best to face Haru. “I…I will not stay trapped with you forever!” he declared. He leaned forward and just barely brushed his lips on Haru’s forehead before retreating as far away as possible. Which wasn’t very far, since he was still trapped.
“Kiss her properly, Gokudera,” Yamamoto said. “Really now. You’re a high school student!”
“Sh-shut up! This is hard!” Gokudera was pink in the face and looking twenty times more frightening than usual.
Haru looked like she was going to cry. “Hahi! This isn’t fair! I wanted my first kiss to be Tsuna’s!”
“There, there,” Kyouko said. She held out her hand and Haru took it. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” Kyouko smiled brightly and Haru seemed cheered by it; they both stepped out of the foyer, leaving the boys behind.
Gokudera’s jaw swung open. He tried to step out from under the mistletoe, but failed spectacularly. “Wh-why?!”
Yamamoto shook his head. “You’re weird!”
“Shut up, I don’t want to hear it from you!”
Yamamoto stepped under the mistletoe and Gokudera’s face went ghastly pale. “Oh, fuck no-”
“I can’t believe you don’t know how to kiss girls! Let me teach you.”
In one movement, Yamamoto had leaned down from his rather towering height and captured a slack-jawed Gokudera in an open mouthed kiss. Gokudera screamed some sort of profanity sounding like “You whore,” but Yamamoto muffled it by sticking his tongue into Gokudera’s mouth. Gokudera’s struggling stopped and froze and squeezed his eyes closed. A high pitched keening noise erupted from the back of Gokudera’s throat as one of Yamamoto’s hands traced a path up from his ribs. The struggle for escape had become a struggle for more.
Tsuna shut his eyes and ran after Kyouko and Haru. They probably weren’t doing anything that would lead to him being mentally scarred for life.
-
The party was in full swing.
Dino had shown up with Romario in tow, both procuring sizable packages for Tsuna and his mother. They had stacked the presents under the small, compact Christmas tree that was usually stored in the closet for most of the year and thanked the guests graciously for the gifts. The ancient karaoke machine had been hauled out of storage with Romario and Yamamoto’s combined strength and put to use; Gokudera was squawking out a tune that no one could really identify. He was doing his best to forget his embarrassing encounter with Yamamoto in the foyer earlier.
Bianchi, wearing a new set of Gucci brand glasses, sat at the front row with Reborn in her lap. Lambo and I-Pin were running around causing havoc as Fuuta watched over them as an older brother generally would. Ryohei, thankfully, had been coerced by Kyouko to forgo the boxing gloves and was conversing with Yamamoto as they had an eating competition. (The conversation went something like this: “EXTREME!” “Hahaha!” “EXTREME!” “Hahaha!”)
All in all, it was rather rowdy.
Especially since Haru was booing Gokudera in a loud voice.
Tsuna sighed, rather relieved. He had no idea what would happen, but it seems that his fears were unfounded. Of course, he shouldn’t have expected anything worse; his friends were good people. They wouldn’t do anything intentionally.
Nonetheless, there was a terrible, terrible nagging in the back of his mind, telling him that he was stupid for letting his guard down because something was going to happen just because he was Sawada Tsunayoshi, the next in line to be head of the Vongola Family.
The doorbell rang and Tsuna looked up; he wasn’t expecting any more guests. Everyone that was supposed to be assembled had already shown up.
Curious to see whom it was on the snowy winter night, Tsuna walked out and nearly crossed the foyer. He remembered about the mistletoe just before he was about to step under it.
“Ah, are you worried about who it might be?”
Tsuna turned around to face Romario. “Uh, excuse me?”
“You are Vongola’s Tenth, and Christmas is no exceptions for assassins. Perhaps I should get the door,” Romario said wisely. The older man took a step towards the foyer, but Tsuna stopped him before he got anywhere close to the mistletoe.
“No! No, there’s no need for that. We should, erm, ignore it. Just in case it’s an assassin. We could pretend no one’s home,” Tsuna lied. Romario didn’t look very convinced and tried to move forward once again, but Tsuna held out his arms as a blockade. “Really. There’s no need,” he insisted.
The doorbell rang again and this time it was accompanied by a scratching noise.
Whoever it was outside really wanted to get in. Tsuna had a bad feeling about that.
“I do think we should get it,” Romario said and just as he stepped past Tsuna, the door nearly flew off its hinges.
Mukuro stood at the entranceway, dripping snow and water in all his party-crashing glory. He stepped forward, shutting the door with an incredibly long leg and for a moment, Tsuna had the most shocking image of Romario and Mukuro making out underneath the mistletoe. Needless to say, it was horrifying.
“R-Romario! No!” Tsuna yelled and dashed forward in a desperate attempt to save his sanity.
Romario stopped.
Tsuna missed Romario and plowed straight into Mukuro, under the mistletoe.
“Oh my, oh my,” Mukuro grunted, taking hold of Tsuna by the shoulders to steady him. There was a positively lewd smirk upon his face when Tsuna looked up at the Mist Guardian.
“Guh!” Tsuna said. He tried to back away from Mukuro, only to find his back against an invisible wall and that Mukuro was inches away from him.
“Would you look at that? We’re under a mistletoe.” Mukuro’s grin was absolutely lecherous. He leaned in till they were millimeters apart and Tsuna could almost taste the cold that was hanging around Mukuro in a shroud. “So, what do you want me to do?”
Please don’t kiss me, Tsuna thought, his mind racing as he felt the heat rise up to his ears. Please don’t kiss me, please don’t kiss me, please don’t kiss me. He opened his mouth and out tumbled the words: “Please kiss me.”
There was a slight pause in which Tsuna could hear the steam going out of his ears. Mukuro, on the other hand, looked positively delighted. “With pleasure.”
It took less than a heartbeat for Mukuro to plant his lips on top of Tsuna’s. Tsuna had gone slack upon contact, his eyes opening very wide in surprise, though really, he shouldn’t have been surprised at all that Mukuro was such a daredevil-pervert. Unlike the snow that piled on him, Mukuro’s lips were very warm and felt delightful against Tsuna’s own; Mukuro’s tongue had somehow made it into his mouth and was moving about in a deliciously sensual way, brushing against his to spark electricity that went straight down his spine.
Tsuna wasn’t even aware of when he had shut his eyes or when his hands had started to cling onto Mukuro’s clothes. He just knew that Mukuro’s hands had just made its way under his shirt and that the roaming fingers were making him press closer to Mukuro for support and leverage.
It was a shrill ‘Hahi!’ that snapped Tsuna from his Mukuro-induced stupor.
“Mmmf,” Tsuna said against Mukuro’s mouth. His Mist Guardian drew away slowly, licking his lips as if the taste of Tsuna still lingered there. Tsuna had to pry his eyes away from Mukuro desperately and he turned-
Holy crap.
Everyone had gathered in the foyer.
Tsuna could feel the heat reach from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Mukuro was grinning from ear to ear and didn’t seem the least bit bothered by an audience.
“Merry Christmas,” Mukuro purred, stroking a lock of Tsuna’s hair.
“Guh,” Tsuna replied as chaos erupted around them.
-End