KHR! || 6927- "Circling"; R
Title: Circling
Fandom: Reborn!
Characters/Pairing: Implied 6927
Rating: R
Genre: Gen
Notes: For my lovely questofdreams, because I only write MukuTsuna for her. ♥~
Circling
Tsuna startled as a slim hand brushed over his shoulder, long, gloved fingers picking up the sheet up paper he was reviewing. He looked back, Mukuro standing beside his chair, glancing over the report with little interest.
“How boring.”
“Thanks,” Tsuna replied dryly, retrieving the paper from Mukuro’s hold, “I need to memorize it for this afternoon’s meeting.”
Mukuro snickered and gracefully sat himself on Tsuna’s desk, purposefully taking up far too much space.
“I’ve sometimes thought about reconsidering my plan to take over your body. Your daily life is so dreadfully dull,” he mused, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back to leer at Tsuna down the bridge of his nose.
“Good to know,” Tsuna tried not to smile. He reached to open another file, but Mukuro’s hand is there again, keeping it pinned to the desk. “I need to look at that.”
“It’s all very generic. Names of people you’ll never meet and figures of accounts you have no business with. Same as always.”
Tsuna sighed and managed to wriggle the folder from under Mukuro’s hand, “I still need to at least look at it.”
“You have more pressing matters to attend to,” Mukuro drawled, leaning forward until his nose was brushing ever-so slightly against Tsuna’s. Tsuna gulped.
Two hours later Tsuna was still trying in vain to smooth out the wrinkles in his suit while his Guardians filed into the meeting room, save for Mukuro who has already taken a seat on his right-hand side, much to Gokudera’s displeasure.
“Get the fuck up,” he hissed, “You’re not worthy of that spot.”
Mukuro didn’t even honor Gokudera with an insulting look.
“And you are?”
“Dammit, you-!”
“Gokudera-kun, there’s another seat over here,” Tsuna said, trying to placate him, gesturing to the seat to his left.
“Tenth-!”
“Is this primary school? I didn’t realize we had assigned seats,” Mukuro smirked, but Tsuna gave him a warning look.
“Gokudera-kun, please.”
Gokudera huffed, but complied, dropping down into the seat irritably.
Tsuna glanced up, and seeing that his Guardians were seated, took a deep breath.
“Thanks for coming everyone,” he began, opening up the folder set out in front of him, “This shouldn’t take very long,” he added when he felt Hibari’s foreboding look from further down the table.
“It’s just a briefing yeah?” Yamamoto said cheerily, nearly bouncing in his seat, “That shouldn’t be too bad.”
“I’m hungry Tsuna,” Lambo whined, resting his head on the table dramatically.
“Just a little longer Lambo,” Tsuna assured him as he scanned the document, “First of all, this year our expenses at the Japan base have gone up…”
“That’s Turf Top’s fault,” Gokudera grumbled, glaring at Ryohei, “With all his stupid ideas for training and remodeling.”
“WE NEED TO HAVE MORE EXTREME CAMOUFLAGE!”
“It’s fine,” Tsuna interrupted before another fight could break out, “Nii-san, if you have any ideas, I’d be happy to hear them later. Now, let’s see…Oh, Yamamoto, how did the talks with the Moretti family go?”
Yamamoto laughed loudly, “Good, good. They agreed to help with the weapons supply.”
Tsuna breathed in relief, crossing off a note on his paper. He rubbed his neck, pushing his collar out of the way a moment before he felt eyes on him. He glanced up and saw Chrome watching him silently, her eye trained to his throat. He blinked, but then remembered the outrageous hickey Mukuro had left earlier. He blushed, catching Chrome’s eye, making her look down at her lap.
Mukuro shifted beside him, his leg brushing against Tsuna’s under the table. Tsuna sat up straight, and stuttered slightly when he spoke again.
“S-So, next is the schedule…” he flipped through papers, flustered, “Gokudera-kun, Yamamoto, and I are going to be visiting the Japan base next week, and meet up with the Shimon family, and I think Nii-san and Hibari-san have jobs lined up already, right?”
“I do as well,” Mukuro pressed his finger to a column on the spreadsheet, body moving closer, “Chrome and I, that is.”
At the mention of the girl’s name, Tsuna looked up again. Chrome’s shoulders were tense, head bowed as she gripped her skirt. Tears were glistening at the corners of her eyes.
Tsuna’s stomach dropped in guilt. Mukuro blew in his ear, startling him enough to make him jump and squeak.
“You damn bastard, leave the Tenth alone!”
“His mind was wandering, oh fearsome Storm Guardian.”
“The Tenth has a lot to think about! He has every right to-”
Another fight was breaking out, but Tsuna didn’t hear it as Chrome quietly slipped from her chair, darting from the room without a word. He stood up, moving to follow her, but accidently bumped into Hibari, who apparently was also planning on making an exit. Tsuna barely had time to blink before there was a tonfa heading for his nose and his hand snapped up to deflect the blow. Gokudera make a squawk of indignation, Yamamoto laughed, Lambo whined about how hungry he was, and Ryohei and Mukuro both gave their respective sounds of approval at the show.
Managing to fend off Hibari and finally convince Gokudera to leave him alone for twenty minutes proved a harder task than expected, and by the time Tsuna had managed to find Chrome again, she was in the library with Mukuro at her side. Tsuna stood back, hiding behind a bookcase as he watched the pair. They were sitting on one of the plush couches arranged systematically around the room, and Chrome was once again looking intently at her lap.
“Dear Chrome,” Mukuro purred, “You are such a silly girl.”
Her shoulders trembled slightly, and Mukuro gently lifted her chin with two fingers.
“Lei apparterrà a me sempre,” he purred, and Chrome nodded, “That should be enough.”
Chrome’s lid slid closed and Mukuro’s lips brushed softly against hers, but his eyes darted to where Tsuna stood, a smirk in their depths. Tsuna blushed slightly at being caught.
The two parted, and Tsuna decided to finally interject.
“Are you alright Chrome?” he asked as he came around the bookshelf. For a moment she simply looked at him, before she nodded and stood.
“Excuse me Boss,” she bowed slightly, before quietly slipping past him.
Tsuna watched her leave, before sighing and moving closer to Mukuro, who was lounging on the couch.
“What did you say to her?”
“We must catch up on your Italian lessons,” Mukuro chuckled, lifting a book from a small stack on the floor and glancing through it half-heartedly.
“She cares about you a lot. Maybe we should…”
Mukuro rose a brow, prompting him to go on.
“I know you won’t stop picking on Gokudera-kun, but can you at least be a little more gentle with Chrome? I know you care about her, no matter how little you admit,” Tsuna said after a moment.
Mukuro rolled his eyes and stretched out across the sofa, and Tsuna couldn’t help think he resembled a very sleek cat.
“You are so generous Boss,” he snorted, “However, clueless. She wasn’t upset merely because of her affection towards me.”
“What are you talking about?” Tsuna cocked his head to the side.
Mukuro looked at him like he was very stupid. “Chrome isn’t jealous of you; she has more than ample attention from me. She’s envious of myself. Are you truly that unobservant?”
Tsuna couldn’t help but gape.
“W-What?!”
“It’s quite interesting, being privy to her mind. I suppose my own thoughts must seep in from time to time, since I’m quite sure she’s not very familiar with the shape of your penis, unless one of her little fantasies isn’t one.”
Tsuna felt the blood rush to his face so fast he was lightheaded.
“N-No way, Chrome doesn’t-”
“It’s a tricky thing, with how we live throughout each other,” Mukuro went on, turning the book over and over in his hand, “Sometimes things mesh and, apparently, Chrome is very interested in finding out what your semen tastes like. Or maybe that’s me. I can’t quite tell anymore.”
Tsuna covered his face with his hands, bright red all the way to the tips of his ears.
“I should have just listened to Reborn…”
Fandom: Reborn!
Characters/Pairing: Implied 6927
Rating: R
Genre: Gen
Notes: For my lovely questofdreams, because I only write MukuTsuna for her. ♥~
Circling
Tsuna startled as a slim hand brushed over his shoulder, long, gloved fingers picking up the sheet up paper he was reviewing. He looked back, Mukuro standing beside his chair, glancing over the report with little interest.
“How boring.”
“Thanks,” Tsuna replied dryly, retrieving the paper from Mukuro’s hold, “I need to memorize it for this afternoon’s meeting.”
Mukuro snickered and gracefully sat himself on Tsuna’s desk, purposefully taking up far too much space.
“I’ve sometimes thought about reconsidering my plan to take over your body. Your daily life is so dreadfully dull,” he mused, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back to leer at Tsuna down the bridge of his nose.
“Good to know,” Tsuna tried not to smile. He reached to open another file, but Mukuro’s hand is there again, keeping it pinned to the desk. “I need to look at that.”
“It’s all very generic. Names of people you’ll never meet and figures of accounts you have no business with. Same as always.”
Tsuna sighed and managed to wriggle the folder from under Mukuro’s hand, “I still need to at least look at it.”
“You have more pressing matters to attend to,” Mukuro drawled, leaning forward until his nose was brushing ever-so slightly against Tsuna’s. Tsuna gulped.
Two hours later Tsuna was still trying in vain to smooth out the wrinkles in his suit while his Guardians filed into the meeting room, save for Mukuro who has already taken a seat on his right-hand side, much to Gokudera’s displeasure.
“Get the fuck up,” he hissed, “You’re not worthy of that spot.”
Mukuro didn’t even honor Gokudera with an insulting look.
“And you are?”
“Dammit, you-!”
“Gokudera-kun, there’s another seat over here,” Tsuna said, trying to placate him, gesturing to the seat to his left.
“Tenth-!”
“Is this primary school? I didn’t realize we had assigned seats,” Mukuro smirked, but Tsuna gave him a warning look.
“Gokudera-kun, please.”
Gokudera huffed, but complied, dropping down into the seat irritably.
Tsuna glanced up, and seeing that his Guardians were seated, took a deep breath.
“Thanks for coming everyone,” he began, opening up the folder set out in front of him, “This shouldn’t take very long,” he added when he felt Hibari’s foreboding look from further down the table.
“It’s just a briefing yeah?” Yamamoto said cheerily, nearly bouncing in his seat, “That shouldn’t be too bad.”
“I’m hungry Tsuna,” Lambo whined, resting his head on the table dramatically.
“Just a little longer Lambo,” Tsuna assured him as he scanned the document, “First of all, this year our expenses at the Japan base have gone up…”
“That’s Turf Top’s fault,” Gokudera grumbled, glaring at Ryohei, “With all his stupid ideas for training and remodeling.”
“WE NEED TO HAVE MORE EXTREME CAMOUFLAGE!”
“It’s fine,” Tsuna interrupted before another fight could break out, “Nii-san, if you have any ideas, I’d be happy to hear them later. Now, let’s see…Oh, Yamamoto, how did the talks with the Moretti family go?”
Yamamoto laughed loudly, “Good, good. They agreed to help with the weapons supply.”
Tsuna breathed in relief, crossing off a note on his paper. He rubbed his neck, pushing his collar out of the way a moment before he felt eyes on him. He glanced up and saw Chrome watching him silently, her eye trained to his throat. He blinked, but then remembered the outrageous hickey Mukuro had left earlier. He blushed, catching Chrome’s eye, making her look down at her lap.
Mukuro shifted beside him, his leg brushing against Tsuna’s under the table. Tsuna sat up straight, and stuttered slightly when he spoke again.
“S-So, next is the schedule…” he flipped through papers, flustered, “Gokudera-kun, Yamamoto, and I are going to be visiting the Japan base next week, and meet up with the Shimon family, and I think Nii-san and Hibari-san have jobs lined up already, right?”
“I do as well,” Mukuro pressed his finger to a column on the spreadsheet, body moving closer, “Chrome and I, that is.”
At the mention of the girl’s name, Tsuna looked up again. Chrome’s shoulders were tense, head bowed as she gripped her skirt. Tears were glistening at the corners of her eyes.
Tsuna’s stomach dropped in guilt. Mukuro blew in his ear, startling him enough to make him jump and squeak.
“You damn bastard, leave the Tenth alone!”
“His mind was wandering, oh fearsome Storm Guardian.”
“The Tenth has a lot to think about! He has every right to-”
Another fight was breaking out, but Tsuna didn’t hear it as Chrome quietly slipped from her chair, darting from the room without a word. He stood up, moving to follow her, but accidently bumped into Hibari, who apparently was also planning on making an exit. Tsuna barely had time to blink before there was a tonfa heading for his nose and his hand snapped up to deflect the blow. Gokudera make a squawk of indignation, Yamamoto laughed, Lambo whined about how hungry he was, and Ryohei and Mukuro both gave their respective sounds of approval at the show.
Managing to fend off Hibari and finally convince Gokudera to leave him alone for twenty minutes proved a harder task than expected, and by the time Tsuna had managed to find Chrome again, she was in the library with Mukuro at her side. Tsuna stood back, hiding behind a bookcase as he watched the pair. They were sitting on one of the plush couches arranged systematically around the room, and Chrome was once again looking intently at her lap.
“Dear Chrome,” Mukuro purred, “You are such a silly girl.”
Her shoulders trembled slightly, and Mukuro gently lifted her chin with two fingers.
“Lei apparterrà a me sempre,” he purred, and Chrome nodded, “That should be enough.”
Chrome’s lid slid closed and Mukuro’s lips brushed softly against hers, but his eyes darted to where Tsuna stood, a smirk in their depths. Tsuna blushed slightly at being caught.
The two parted, and Tsuna decided to finally interject.
“Are you alright Chrome?” he asked as he came around the bookshelf. For a moment she simply looked at him, before she nodded and stood.
“Excuse me Boss,” she bowed slightly, before quietly slipping past him.
Tsuna watched her leave, before sighing and moving closer to Mukuro, who was lounging on the couch.
“What did you say to her?”
“We must catch up on your Italian lessons,” Mukuro chuckled, lifting a book from a small stack on the floor and glancing through it half-heartedly.
“She cares about you a lot. Maybe we should…”
Mukuro rose a brow, prompting him to go on.
“I know you won’t stop picking on Gokudera-kun, but can you at least be a little more gentle with Chrome? I know you care about her, no matter how little you admit,” Tsuna said after a moment.
Mukuro rolled his eyes and stretched out across the sofa, and Tsuna couldn’t help think he resembled a very sleek cat.
“You are so generous Boss,” he snorted, “However, clueless. She wasn’t upset merely because of her affection towards me.”
“What are you talking about?” Tsuna cocked his head to the side.
Mukuro looked at him like he was very stupid. “Chrome isn’t jealous of you; she has more than ample attention from me. She’s envious of myself. Are you truly that unobservant?”
Tsuna couldn’t help but gape.
“W-What?!”
“It’s quite interesting, being privy to her mind. I suppose my own thoughts must seep in from time to time, since I’m quite sure she’s not very familiar with the shape of your penis, unless one of her little fantasies isn’t one.”
Tsuna felt the blood rush to his face so fast he was lightheaded.
“N-No way, Chrome doesn’t-”
“It’s a tricky thing, with how we live throughout each other,” Mukuro went on, turning the book over and over in his hand, “Sometimes things mesh and, apparently, Chrome is very interested in finding out what your semen tastes like. Or maybe that’s me. I can’t quite tell anymore.”
Tsuna covered his face with his hands, bright red all the way to the tips of his ears.
“I should have just listened to Reborn…”