Understanding is everything? Nah.
Title: Comprehension
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters: Mukuro/Chikusa/Ken
Notes: Speed-ficcing with
bellumina . Prompt was "Paradise isn't lost, it was hiding all along."
Mukuro’s mismatched eyes swept over the sleeping figures of his two partners, for a lack of better word. Ken was the one that caught his attention, though, snuggled against Chikusa like some weird version of a cat trying to bask in the attention and warmth of its owner. Perhaps it was unconsciously done, Mukuro hadn’t a clue, but he could tell by Chikusa’s sleepy smile that he really didn’t mind all that much. Humans, he mused, never were a breed he could understand completely. There were too many things wrong with them, too many possibilities to narrow it down to one single assumption. From what he did understand, though, he could tell these two were loyal, would always be loyal - to him, at the very least, and no one else.
And that was the way things should be. He was a savior to them; they owed him what little they had. It was a mutual understanding, too, of the circumstances, the times, and the mission. Both of them had their roles and he was the puppeteer behind them, pulling the strings. Was it wrong that despite his cold demeanor and biting insults that so smoothly slipped from brain to tongue to air… was it wrong that he still cared about these puppets he loved to play with? They were all he had now. Wherever they were, he felt at home - a disconcerting and strange new feeling for him. But all the same, that serenity wasn’t something he was about to take for granted.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters: Mukuro/Chikusa/Ken
Notes: Speed-ficcing with
bellumina . Prompt was "Paradise isn't lost, it was hiding all along."
Mukuro’s mismatched eyes swept over the sleeping figures of his two partners, for a lack of better word. Ken was the one that caught his attention, though, snuggled against Chikusa like some weird version of a cat trying to bask in the attention and warmth of its owner. Perhaps it was unconsciously done, Mukuro hadn’t a clue, but he could tell by Chikusa’s sleepy smile that he really didn’t mind all that much. Humans, he mused, never were a breed he could understand completely. There were too many things wrong with them, too many possibilities to narrow it down to one single assumption. From what he did understand, though, he could tell these two were loyal, would always be loyal - to him, at the very least, and no one else.
And that was the way things should be. He was a savior to them; they owed him what little they had. It was a mutual understanding, too, of the circumstances, the times, and the mission. Both of them had their roles and he was the puppeteer behind them, pulling the strings. Was it wrong that despite his cold demeanor and biting insults that so smoothly slipped from brain to tongue to air… was it wrong that he still cared about these puppets he loved to play with? They were all he had now. Wherever they were, he felt at home - a disconcerting and strange new feeling for him. But all the same, that serenity wasn’t something he was about to take for granted.