[10_orders] The Date
Title: The Date
Characters/Pairings: Mukuro, M.M., Hibari.
Prompt: 6: Tell me the truth.
Rating: K+
Word Count: 1883.
Summary: “No, seriously, is this why you don’t like me, Mukuro? I mean, if you’re gay you could have just told me!”
Author’s Note: High school!AU. Takes place a week or so after Afterschool Interrogations. M. M. is in her early 20’s. (The ages are all messed up, I know.)
The Date
[ tell me the truth. ]
“You know,” M. M. says, pouting, “if you keep scowling like that I’ll start thinking that you don’t really want to be here, Mukuro~”
The bluenet stares at his ‘date’ with what can only be described as annoyance. “You practically blackmailed me into this. I’m already paying for everything - I’m not going to pretend like this is anything but an incredible inconvenience.”
Already, his boss and ‘date’ had dragged him to numerous girly stores in the mall and insisted that he tell her if she looked good in at least fifty different outfits. Thankfully, she hadn’t expected him to pay for her purchases - though he was expected to carry them.
M. M. sighs. “If you don’t act like you’re enjoying it, I’m going to buy the most expensive thing on the menu when we go to the restaurant,” she tells him, mercilessly.
Mukuro’s eyebrow twitches. “Well then it’s convenient that my ‘date’ plans don’t include dinner at a fancy restaurant,” he hisses back. “We’re going to McDonald’s.”
The girl’s grip on his arm - light and flirty until now - turns vicelike. “McDonald’s,” she practically snarls. “I’ll fire you.”
“Please do,” the bluenet says wistfully.
“Never!” M. M. denies loudly, causing the people around them to stare.
“Maybe we should just go to a movie then, dear,” Mukuro grits out, fixing a false smile on his face as he hustles her away before a scene - well, more of a scene, anyway - develops.
“Bad Teacher!” M. M. says, when they arrive at the movie theatre, thankfully without any more public embarrassments. “Now that is a girl with her priorities straight. Get a man who can pay for all the nice things you need!”
“I think Cars 2 is more suitable for your level of maturity,” Mukuro deadpans, then grunts as the self-proclaimed ‘sweet and innocent’ M. M. elbows him viciously in the ribs.
“Two for Bad Teacher,” M. M. tells the cashier cheerfully while Mukuro is still recovering. He grudgingly forks over the cash, and then has to buy three bags of candy (for M. M.), a large bag of popcorn (for them to share - like that’s about to happen), a small chocolate bar (for himself) and two drinks. It is only with the greatest effort that he weasels out of buying one drink for them both; because having to drink someone else’s backwash, especially M. M.’s? So not appealing to him.
“Hurry Muku! It’s about to start!” M. M. cries and drags him into the theatre.
Fortunately (because no doubt she’d complain about missing them throughout the whole movie) the previews for new movies start just as they walk in. Unfortunately, the theatre seems to be packed. The first few rows are completely full.
“Oh, the top rows are empty!” M. M. whispers loudly and Mukuro reluctantly follows her. If she tries to make out with him... Ugh.
“This area is reserved,” a delinquent-looking male says, blocking their path.
“Shut up,” Mukuro snaps, thoroughly annoyed at this point, and shoves past.
“No crowding,” comes a familiar voice.
“Just close your eyes and pretend we’re not close,” Mukuro snarls lowly, glaring at the subtly smirking head prefect.
The other prefect grabs Mukuro’s arm, causing him to drop the bag of popcorn. “Don’t talk to Hibari-san like that-”
The bluenet turns and punches him in the jaw. He drops.
“Ooh, so strong~” M. M. practically squeals.
Hibari rises, his collapsible tonfa appearing in his hands. “I thought I told you not to attack Namimori students, scavenger.”
“Scavenger?” Mukuro scoffs. “Are you saying that your subordinate was your ‘prey’? You know what, don’t even answer that. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re not on Namimori grounds, so you have no authority here, prefect.”
The black-haired male stalks closer, idly spinning his signature weapons. “Do you want me to bite you to death?”
“Yeah, right. Unless you’re forgetting that last time we fought, I beat you up,” the bluenet sneers in response.
Hibari stiffens. “That was a draw,” he says shortly.
“You would say that, wouldn’t you. Now that the bruises have faded, anyway.” Mukuro smirks.
The prefect’s dark eyes narrow dangerously. “Scavenger-”
“You guys are so cute!” M. M. interrupts enthusiastically, causing them to draw up short and stare at her with similar looks of annoyance.
“No crowding - and no spectators either,” Hibari says coldly, casting a glare at the people in the rows in front of them who turned to look at the commotion. The people quickly turn back around, several shades paler.
“You’re Hibari, right? Ahh, you’re so cute! You should stop by at my cafe sometime, I’ll make you something nice~”
“... Cute,” Mukuro mutters disbelievingly, wondering if his boss is legally blind.
“Herbivore, shut your mouth,” Hibari adds, glaring.
“Is that like a pet name?” M. M. asks cheerfully, completely oblivious of her obvious danger.
The head prefect raises his tonfa, murder in his eyes.
“M. M., let’s just go,” Mukuro says with a sigh, gallantly stepping between Hibari and his boss. “This guy’s stubborn. I’ll bring you back some other time, all right.”
“Whaaat? But you were just complaining-” M. M. starts to protest as the bluenet drags her back towards the exit.
“And I’ll take you to that restaurant you’re always going on about.”
“You mean Ristorante Bianchi?”
The bluenet suppresses another sigh. “... Yes.”
“You’re the best, Mukuro~” M. M. cheers, latching onto his arm with surprising strength. “I guess if you want to leave that badly, I can’t refuse! Let’s go~” And then she drags him towards the exit.
“Running away. How pathetic,” Hibari says scornfully from behind them, yet doesn’t make any effort to follow them. The bluenet almost turns around but M. M. keeps her grip on his arm and continues propelling him forward.
“Do you want to go for food now?” Mukuro asks, once they leave the theatre.
M. M. cocks her head to the side. “Nah. You seem kind of cranky. It would just ruin the mood.”
What mood, Mukuro wants to demand, but he doesn’t. “Should I walk you home, then?”
“Ok~”
They walk in silence. Thankfully, M. M. swanky apartment is only five blocks away from the mall.
After a while, M. M. asks, “So, you and Hibari..?”
The bluenet stares at her without emotion.
“No, seriously, is this why you don’t like me, Mukuro? I mean, if you’re gay you could have just told me!”
Mukuro’s eyebrow twitches. “I have told you that. Multiple times,” he points out, struggling to keep his voice even. “But myself and that... prefect... are hardly together, so don’t get any stupid ideas in your head.”
“Don’t lie to me. C’mon, Mukuro~ You can tell me the truth. I won’t tell anyone.”
“You would tell everyone on your twitter or whatever that website is,” Mukuro responds.
“So you don’t like him at all?”
“We almost started fighting. What do you think.”
M. M. shrugs. “You seemed to be enjoying it,” she says innocently.
“I enjoy hurting people,” the bluenet retorts. “If you’re referring to our past interaction, yes, I beat him up. And yes, I enjoyed it.”
“I meant more than usual. In an almost homoerotic way, you know-”
“Homoerotic. I didn’t know such an advanced word was even part of your vocabulary,” Mukuro says insultingly.
“Oh, are you annoyed or something? Seriously, it almost looked like you guys were flirting back there.”
“You need to get your eyesight checked.”
“Denial,” M. M. says with satisfaction, as if this explains everything and confirms her stupid theories.
“We’re here. I had a great time. See you tomorrow at work,” Mukuro says insincerely, dropping her bags on the front steps. He turns to walk away.
“What, no kiss?”
“I thought we’d established that I’m gay.”
“Mukuro!” M. M. snaps, and actually stamps her foot. “I will never ask you to take me on a date again.”
The bluenet sighs and rolls his eyes, then leans in.
And kisses her on the cheek.
“Good night, M. M.~”
“You’re such a goddamn tease!” his boss fumes, shaking her fist quite comically. “Wait, get back here, idiot! Hey! I’m serious, Rokudo!”
Sighing again, Mukuro turns back around to face her. “What, M. M.”
She shoves a bag of purchases into her hand. “These are for Chrome-chan. I know you can’t afford the sort of glamorous things she deserves with your crappy pay checks~”
“Then maybe you should pay me more,” the bluenet responds grudgingly, feeling as if he should give the clothes back - yet he knows there’s truth in his obnoxious boss’ words.
“Not a chance! Now, get out of here. I’m sure Chrome-chan is waiting for you~!”
“I’m gone. ... Thanks, M. M.”
“Yeah, I’m the best. Don’t forget it.”
The bluenet doesn’t bother dignifying such an absurd statement with an answer and starts to walk away again.
“Oh, and Mukuro? If I don’t hear about a date with that cute prefect in a month, I’ll start pestering you to date me again~ Since you and Hibari would make an even cuter couple than you and I would, I guess I can make an exception - but only this once~”
Mukuro grits his teeth. “Meddlesome woman,” he mutters under his breath, not acknowledging her words. That will only encourage her, after all.
Hibari is lounging outside his apartment building when Mukuro arrives about half an hour later.
“Stalking me?” Mukuro asks rudely, his temper spent from the day with M. M.
“Student information is on file,” Hibari replies, unfazed.
“Oh, so you’re stalking my sister.”
“No. Was that your girlfriend?”
“Why do you care?” Mukuro shoots back, finding himself thinking about what M. M. had said earlier.
“Leader-subordinate relationships usually end badly,” the prefect says shortly.
“We’re not... dating,” the bluenet says with distaste. “And how would you know about that, anyway? Word of mouth? I can’t imagine people daring to gossip in your presence. People seem to be absurdly scared of you.”
Hibari’s lips twist briefly. “None of your business.”
“I think that’s my line,” Mukuro complains. “So was there a point to this conversation - or were you just passing through.” The sarcasm in his voice makes it plain that Mukuro thinks this last part to be absurd.
“You dropped this.” Hibari pulls a small bar of chocolate out of his pocket, and hands it to the bluenet. Their fingers brush and the prefect jerks his hand away quickly. “Don’t be so careless, scavenger.”
“... Thanks,” Mukuro mutters, finding himself in the uncomfortable position of being forced to thank someone he doesn’t particularly enjoy feeling indebted to, for the second time of the night.
“And there are... vacancies in the ranks of the Discipline Committee.”
“Are you actually trying to recruit me, or are you trying to get a rematch.”
“It pays better than that herbivore and her cafe job,” Hibari says with confidence, ignoring Mukuro’s words.
“No thanks. I don’t have any interest in going back to school,” Mukuro replies drily. “... But I appreciate the thought, I guess.”
Hibari’s brows furrow ever so slightly. He looks almost... frustrated. “Hn.” He turns and walks away without another word.
The bluenet frowns at his retreating back, but just shakes his head and enters the apartment building. Chrome-chan probably is waiting for him, and it wouldn’t do to keep her up too late.
Characters/Pairings: Mukuro, M.M., Hibari.
Prompt: 6: Tell me the truth.
Rating: K+
Word Count: 1883.
Summary: “No, seriously, is this why you don’t like me, Mukuro? I mean, if you’re gay you could have just told me!”
Author’s Note: High school!AU. Takes place a week or so after Afterschool Interrogations. M. M. is in her early 20’s. (The ages are all messed up, I know.)
The Date
[ tell me the truth. ]
“You know,” M. M. says, pouting, “if you keep scowling like that I’ll start thinking that you don’t really want to be here, Mukuro~”
The bluenet stares at his ‘date’ with what can only be described as annoyance. “You practically blackmailed me into this. I’m already paying for everything - I’m not going to pretend like this is anything but an incredible inconvenience.”
Already, his boss and ‘date’ had dragged him to numerous girly stores in the mall and insisted that he tell her if she looked good in at least fifty different outfits. Thankfully, she hadn’t expected him to pay for her purchases - though he was expected to carry them.
M. M. sighs. “If you don’t act like you’re enjoying it, I’m going to buy the most expensive thing on the menu when we go to the restaurant,” she tells him, mercilessly.
Mukuro’s eyebrow twitches. “Well then it’s convenient that my ‘date’ plans don’t include dinner at a fancy restaurant,” he hisses back. “We’re going to McDonald’s.”
The girl’s grip on his arm - light and flirty until now - turns vicelike. “McDonald’s,” she practically snarls. “I’ll fire you.”
“Please do,” the bluenet says wistfully.
“Never!” M. M. denies loudly, causing the people around them to stare.
“Maybe we should just go to a movie then, dear,” Mukuro grits out, fixing a false smile on his face as he hustles her away before a scene - well, more of a scene, anyway - develops.
“Bad Teacher!” M. M. says, when they arrive at the movie theatre, thankfully without any more public embarrassments. “Now that is a girl with her priorities straight. Get a man who can pay for all the nice things you need!”
“I think Cars 2 is more suitable for your level of maturity,” Mukuro deadpans, then grunts as the self-proclaimed ‘sweet and innocent’ M. M. elbows him viciously in the ribs.
“Two for Bad Teacher,” M. M. tells the cashier cheerfully while Mukuro is still recovering. He grudgingly forks over the cash, and then has to buy three bags of candy (for M. M.), a large bag of popcorn (for them to share - like that’s about to happen), a small chocolate bar (for himself) and two drinks. It is only with the greatest effort that he weasels out of buying one drink for them both; because having to drink someone else’s backwash, especially M. M.’s? So not appealing to him.
“Hurry Muku! It’s about to start!” M. M. cries and drags him into the theatre.
Fortunately (because no doubt she’d complain about missing them throughout the whole movie) the previews for new movies start just as they walk in. Unfortunately, the theatre seems to be packed. The first few rows are completely full.
“Oh, the top rows are empty!” M. M. whispers loudly and Mukuro reluctantly follows her. If she tries to make out with him... Ugh.
“This area is reserved,” a delinquent-looking male says, blocking their path.
“Shut up,” Mukuro snaps, thoroughly annoyed at this point, and shoves past.
“No crowding,” comes a familiar voice.
“Just close your eyes and pretend we’re not close,” Mukuro snarls lowly, glaring at the subtly smirking head prefect.
The other prefect grabs Mukuro’s arm, causing him to drop the bag of popcorn. “Don’t talk to Hibari-san like that-”
The bluenet turns and punches him in the jaw. He drops.
“Ooh, so strong~” M. M. practically squeals.
Hibari rises, his collapsible tonfa appearing in his hands. “I thought I told you not to attack Namimori students, scavenger.”
“Scavenger?” Mukuro scoffs. “Are you saying that your subordinate was your ‘prey’? You know what, don’t even answer that. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re not on Namimori grounds, so you have no authority here, prefect.”
The black-haired male stalks closer, idly spinning his signature weapons. “Do you want me to bite you to death?”
“Yeah, right. Unless you’re forgetting that last time we fought, I beat you up,” the bluenet sneers in response.
Hibari stiffens. “That was a draw,” he says shortly.
“You would say that, wouldn’t you. Now that the bruises have faded, anyway.” Mukuro smirks.
The prefect’s dark eyes narrow dangerously. “Scavenger-”
“You guys are so cute!” M. M. interrupts enthusiastically, causing them to draw up short and stare at her with similar looks of annoyance.
“No crowding - and no spectators either,” Hibari says coldly, casting a glare at the people in the rows in front of them who turned to look at the commotion. The people quickly turn back around, several shades paler.
“You’re Hibari, right? Ahh, you’re so cute! You should stop by at my cafe sometime, I’ll make you something nice~”
“... Cute,” Mukuro mutters disbelievingly, wondering if his boss is legally blind.
“Herbivore, shut your mouth,” Hibari adds, glaring.
“Is that like a pet name?” M. M. asks cheerfully, completely oblivious of her obvious danger.
The head prefect raises his tonfa, murder in his eyes.
“M. M., let’s just go,” Mukuro says with a sigh, gallantly stepping between Hibari and his boss. “This guy’s stubborn. I’ll bring you back some other time, all right.”
“Whaaat? But you were just complaining-” M. M. starts to protest as the bluenet drags her back towards the exit.
“And I’ll take you to that restaurant you’re always going on about.”
“You mean Ristorante Bianchi?”
The bluenet suppresses another sigh. “... Yes.”
“You’re the best, Mukuro~” M. M. cheers, latching onto his arm with surprising strength. “I guess if you want to leave that badly, I can’t refuse! Let’s go~” And then she drags him towards the exit.
“Running away. How pathetic,” Hibari says scornfully from behind them, yet doesn’t make any effort to follow them. The bluenet almost turns around but M. M. keeps her grip on his arm and continues propelling him forward.
“Do you want to go for food now?” Mukuro asks, once they leave the theatre.
M. M. cocks her head to the side. “Nah. You seem kind of cranky. It would just ruin the mood.”
What mood, Mukuro wants to demand, but he doesn’t. “Should I walk you home, then?”
“Ok~”
They walk in silence. Thankfully, M. M. swanky apartment is only five blocks away from the mall.
After a while, M. M. asks, “So, you and Hibari..?”
The bluenet stares at her without emotion.
“No, seriously, is this why you don’t like me, Mukuro? I mean, if you’re gay you could have just told me!”
Mukuro’s eyebrow twitches. “I have told you that. Multiple times,” he points out, struggling to keep his voice even. “But myself and that... prefect... are hardly together, so don’t get any stupid ideas in your head.”
“Don’t lie to me. C’mon, Mukuro~ You can tell me the truth. I won’t tell anyone.”
“You would tell everyone on your twitter or whatever that website is,” Mukuro responds.
“So you don’t like him at all?”
“We almost started fighting. What do you think.”
M. M. shrugs. “You seemed to be enjoying it,” she says innocently.
“I enjoy hurting people,” the bluenet retorts. “If you’re referring to our past interaction, yes, I beat him up. And yes, I enjoyed it.”
“I meant more than usual. In an almost homoerotic way, you know-”
“Homoerotic. I didn’t know such an advanced word was even part of your vocabulary,” Mukuro says insultingly.
“Oh, are you annoyed or something? Seriously, it almost looked like you guys were flirting back there.”
“You need to get your eyesight checked.”
“Denial,” M. M. says with satisfaction, as if this explains everything and confirms her stupid theories.
“We’re here. I had a great time. See you tomorrow at work,” Mukuro says insincerely, dropping her bags on the front steps. He turns to walk away.
“What, no kiss?”
“I thought we’d established that I’m gay.”
“Mukuro!” M. M. snaps, and actually stamps her foot. “I will never ask you to take me on a date again.”
The bluenet sighs and rolls his eyes, then leans in.
And kisses her on the cheek.
“Good night, M. M.~”
“You’re such a goddamn tease!” his boss fumes, shaking her fist quite comically. “Wait, get back here, idiot! Hey! I’m serious, Rokudo!”
Sighing again, Mukuro turns back around to face her. “What, M. M.”
She shoves a bag of purchases into her hand. “These are for Chrome-chan. I know you can’t afford the sort of glamorous things she deserves with your crappy pay checks~”
“Then maybe you should pay me more,” the bluenet responds grudgingly, feeling as if he should give the clothes back - yet he knows there’s truth in his obnoxious boss’ words.
“Not a chance! Now, get out of here. I’m sure Chrome-chan is waiting for you~!”
“I’m gone. ... Thanks, M. M.”
“Yeah, I’m the best. Don’t forget it.”
The bluenet doesn’t bother dignifying such an absurd statement with an answer and starts to walk away again.
“Oh, and Mukuro? If I don’t hear about a date with that cute prefect in a month, I’ll start pestering you to date me again~ Since you and Hibari would make an even cuter couple than you and I would, I guess I can make an exception - but only this once~”
Mukuro grits his teeth. “Meddlesome woman,” he mutters under his breath, not acknowledging her words. That will only encourage her, after all.
Hibari is lounging outside his apartment building when Mukuro arrives about half an hour later.
“Stalking me?” Mukuro asks rudely, his temper spent from the day with M. M.
“Student information is on file,” Hibari replies, unfazed.
“Oh, so you’re stalking my sister.”
“No. Was that your girlfriend?”
“Why do you care?” Mukuro shoots back, finding himself thinking about what M. M. had said earlier.
“Leader-subordinate relationships usually end badly,” the prefect says shortly.
“We’re not... dating,” the bluenet says with distaste. “And how would you know about that, anyway? Word of mouth? I can’t imagine people daring to gossip in your presence. People seem to be absurdly scared of you.”
Hibari’s lips twist briefly. “None of your business.”
“I think that’s my line,” Mukuro complains. “So was there a point to this conversation - or were you just passing through.” The sarcasm in his voice makes it plain that Mukuro thinks this last part to be absurd.
“You dropped this.” Hibari pulls a small bar of chocolate out of his pocket, and hands it to the bluenet. Their fingers brush and the prefect jerks his hand away quickly. “Don’t be so careless, scavenger.”
“... Thanks,” Mukuro mutters, finding himself in the uncomfortable position of being forced to thank someone he doesn’t particularly enjoy feeling indebted to, for the second time of the night.
“And there are... vacancies in the ranks of the Discipline Committee.”
“Are you actually trying to recruit me, or are you trying to get a rematch.”
“It pays better than that herbivore and her cafe job,” Hibari says with confidence, ignoring Mukuro’s words.
“No thanks. I don’t have any interest in going back to school,” Mukuro replies drily. “... But I appreciate the thought, I guess.”
Hibari’s brows furrow ever so slightly. He looks almost... frustrated. “Hn.” He turns and walks away without another word.
The bluenet frowns at his retreating back, but just shakes his head and enters the apartment building. Chrome-chan probably is waiting for him, and it wouldn’t do to keep her up too late.