Oneshot, Mukuro x Tsuna
Title: In Search of Sunrise
Author: Pain au Chocolat
Language: English.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters used in this fiction. Everything belongs to Akira Amano.
Rating & Warnings: PG Angst, OOCness, AU, general crappiness. Few years after Tsuna became the boss.
Summary: Mukuro doesn’t know how long he’s willing to put up with sharing Tsuna.
Pairing: 6927, implied 182769, implied 1827
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IN SEARCH OF SUNRISE
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He is still looking for the sunrise, that would indicate the end of this dark night.
Mukuro doesn’t know how long he can stand it. No, really, regardless of whatever those little bastards keep wanking off to in their daydreams, the illusionist Does Not agree with this whole ‘Share With Hibari’-issue. As in ‘Share Tsuna With Hibari’. And frankly, Mukuro didn’t know what had happened for the psycho prefect to agree to the deal in the first place- he didn’t seem like the type to share, either.
At any case.
He doesn’t want this sort of relationship to continue. Oh sure, he wants Tsuna - but he wants the boy to be his alone. During the years the existence of that person has become more and more important to Mukuro, and before he noticed it, his whole life started to revolve around him.
Tsunayoshi, Tsunayoshi.
A name that became a mantra. For ages, Chrome was the only one who had managed to get past Mukuro’s shields. But then appeared this boy who made him fall in love, and suddenly everything is so new and weird to the illusionist, and none of his past lives’ memories include anything like it. The feeling that is so overwhelming. When did it become so?
When Mukuro sees Hibari kissing Tsuna, he wants to hold his weapon a bit higher and kill that bird-bastard, but he doesn’t because that would make Tsuna upset. And something in Mukuro could break and wilt away if Tsuna cried because of him - if he hurt the boy enough to make him hate Mukuro.
So Mukuro grits his teeth and bears with it.
But he doesn’t accept it. And he knows that he never will. Not completely.
“Mukuro,” Tsunayoshi says with a hesitant smile. “Is something wrong?” Mismatched eyes stare at the brown ones, and a dark emotion flashes through them. Tsuna’s heart clenches in fear - was his lover upset? What could have caused it?
“No, Tsunayoshi,” Mukuro replies, but the Vongola boss doesn’t quite believe him. A small, delicate hand reaches forward and touches the taller man’s pale cheek. Light eyes darken with worry, and the Mist Guardian doesn’t like that look at all. So he puts his hands on Tsuna’s hips and pulls the young boss flush against his body.
’I love you,’ he wants to say, but he never does. Mukuro knows that Hibari tells Tsuna that he loves him, every time they’re having sex. It makes him want to murder the Cloud bastard, but he can’t.
Mukuro doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to look at Tsuna who lets Hibari kiss him like that freely. Not for long, that’s sure. As his hands caress the body of his beloved, he wonders what would the Decimo do if he says ‘I love you’? What would he do if he asks for Hibari to be ditched?
The idea of Tsunayoshi giving his love to someone else was maddening. That’s why Mukuro was glad that they were both males. Because a child would be bound take Tsunayoshi’s attention, and if it was Hibari’s child… Mukuro wouldn’t hesitate with killing both the Cloud bastard and his offspring.
Mukuro doesn’t like sharing.
But he doesn’t know what he can do about it.
Just…
’Per favore non dimenticarmi.’
“Everyone but you and I should die. That would be true happiness.”
Pain. He’s lying on a bed, feeling rather hurt physically, as the memories of what happened assaulted his mind. An ambush. Shots at Tsunayoshi. He had jumped to block the bullets with his body, and realized that they were in fact small arrows, no doubt poisonous. He is lucky to have survived, Mukuro knows that for sure.
“You’re awake,” a tired voice says, and he turns - as much as he could in his condition, anyway - to look at Tsuna. The Vongola Boss looks pale and tired, and Mukuro can guess that he stayed by his bedside as much as possible.
“Yes,” Mukuro replies with a hoarse voice. They’re both stating the obvious, it seems.
“Don’t…,” Tsuna sobs, burying his face against Mukuro’s chest. “Don’t ever do anything like that again! You could have died.” Mukuro closes his eyes, and a part of him wishes he would have. Everything must be easier when he’s dead. Eyes, red and blue, stare steadily at the sobbing man. A pale, shaking hand ruffles the brown hair, making Tsuna look up with surprise - gestures of kindness were rare from Mukuro.
“I’d rather die than live in a world without you,” Mukuro states calmly, and shock is obvious in Tsuna’s eyes. “Quest’ la vita e qui il gioire, un’ ora di abbrezzo e poi more.”
“What?” the brunet whispers. “But I thought…”
“That I don’t care?” Mukuro finishes for him, and sighs. “No matter how hard it is for you to believe, I do care.” More than Tsuna will ever probably know.
“But you’re always so distant,” Tsuna mutters, and the illusionist nods solemnly.
“I do not like sharing you with Hibari,” he admits in a rare bout of honesty. “I have never liked it, and never will.”
“But… then why…?” Tsuna doesn’t know how to say it, but Mukuro doesn’t need words to understand. He has found the will to explain in himself, and so he talks. He tells the love of his life about his jealousy, hate and regrets. He tells about the possessiveness running in his veins, like a dark substance mixing with the blood. He tells Tsuna about the feelings he doesn’t want to have, but still has. He talks for a long time and Tsuna merely sits there, too shocked to move.
Mukuro sees Hibari standing in the doorway, with a knowing expression. He realizes that the man knows what Tsuna’s decision will be, and he clenches his fists. Why is the Cloud Guardian that certain? And Mukuro suddenly knows that something major must have happened while he was unconscious. Something important. And when Hibari suddenly leaves quietly, closing the door behind him, Mukuro just doesn’t understand. Cannot imagine what had happened
His attention snaps back to focus on Tsuna, who is now holding the illusionist’s hands. A tender smile plays on his lips, but traces of sadness are visible.
“Rejecting you never crossed my mind,” he says, and Mukuro’s world shifts and fixes itself and he’s on a confused high. He can hardly believe it - no, actually he doesn’t believe it - and it will take a while for him to really accept the fact that Tsuna had chosen him over the other.
Him, Mukuro.
His hands shake as he grips the smaller man’s shoulders, and pulls him forward. He kisses those lips, now with the knowledge that he’ll be the only one to do so.
“Non posso vivere senza voi,” he says, even though he knows Tsunayoshi won’t understand. “Ti amo.”
The sun was rising.
Phone rings, it’s me calling,
I hear a woman’s voice answering.
It’s her again, at your place,
filling that empty space.
Every other day, it’s me or her,
and you don’t realize that we’re hurt.
Can’t you just choose, stick with one,
stop playing us both, that can’t be done.
For how long do you think I can,
share you and pretend that I am,
satisfied with what I can’t stand?
This part isn’t in my final plan.
Please try to choose, me or her,
or both of us will end up hurt.
We won’t be happy with just one half,
and you don’t have two hearts,
You won’t make either happy like this,
neither of us is your plaything.
You might mean no ill, and bear no harm,
but tell me, how can you be so calm?
How can your smiles be so true,
when your actions are just too cruel?
My heart is raw and bleeding for you,
and I don’t know what I can do.
For how long do you think I can,
share you and pretend that I am,
satisfied with what I can’t stand?
This part isn’t in my final plan.
Please try to choose, me or her,
or both of us will end up hurt.
We won’t be happy with just one half,
and you don’t have two hearts,
I could just take up and leave,
and wonder if you’ll grieve.
But I won’t yet, I’ll give you a choice,
me or her, please use your voice.
Do you think I’m selfish, this way?
Since I do demand for you to stay.
I can’t share what I love and need,
I want you to be mine, alone indeed.
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END OF ONESHOT
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My first MukuTsuna. *frown* I read a doujinshi (or was it a oneshot?) Where Tsuna chose Hibari over Mukuro. I took this chance to slap back! Go Mukuro~! But hopefully I’ll improve with writing this pairing too, because I’m not that fond of this. =_= Hopefully it made sense. Mukuro is a veeery difficult character to be written, if he's being serious (actually, seriousness isn't my thing, really. Maybe I should just stick with humor forever and ever).
Quest’ la vita e qui il gioire, un’ ora di abbrezzo e poi more = This is life and this is joy: and hour of embracing and then to die.
Per favore non dimenticarmi = Please do not forget me
Non posso vivere senza voi = I can't live without you
Author: Pain au Chocolat
Language: English.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters used in this fiction. Everything belongs to Akira Amano.
Rating & Warnings: PG Angst, OOCness, AU, general crappiness. Few years after Tsuna became the boss.
Summary: Mukuro doesn’t know how long he’s willing to put up with sharing Tsuna.
Pairing: 6927, implied 182769, implied 1827
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IN SEARCH OF SUNRISE
_____________________________________________________________________
He is still looking for the sunrise, that would indicate the end of this dark night.
Mukuro doesn’t know how long he can stand it. No, really, regardless of whatever those little bastards keep wanking off to in their daydreams, the illusionist Does Not agree with this whole ‘Share With Hibari’-issue. As in ‘Share Tsuna With Hibari’. And frankly, Mukuro didn’t know what had happened for the psycho prefect to agree to the deal in the first place- he didn’t seem like the type to share, either.
At any case.
He doesn’t want this sort of relationship to continue. Oh sure, he wants Tsuna - but he wants the boy to be his alone. During the years the existence of that person has become more and more important to Mukuro, and before he noticed it, his whole life started to revolve around him.
Tsunayoshi, Tsunayoshi.
A name that became a mantra. For ages, Chrome was the only one who had managed to get past Mukuro’s shields. But then appeared this boy who made him fall in love, and suddenly everything is so new and weird to the illusionist, and none of his past lives’ memories include anything like it. The feeling that is so overwhelming. When did it become so?
When Mukuro sees Hibari kissing Tsuna, he wants to hold his weapon a bit higher and kill that bird-bastard, but he doesn’t because that would make Tsuna upset. And something in Mukuro could break and wilt away if Tsuna cried because of him - if he hurt the boy enough to make him hate Mukuro.
So Mukuro grits his teeth and bears with it.
But he doesn’t accept it. And he knows that he never will. Not completely.
“Mukuro,” Tsunayoshi says with a hesitant smile. “Is something wrong?” Mismatched eyes stare at the brown ones, and a dark emotion flashes through them. Tsuna’s heart clenches in fear - was his lover upset? What could have caused it?
“No, Tsunayoshi,” Mukuro replies, but the Vongola boss doesn’t quite believe him. A small, delicate hand reaches forward and touches the taller man’s pale cheek. Light eyes darken with worry, and the Mist Guardian doesn’t like that look at all. So he puts his hands on Tsuna’s hips and pulls the young boss flush against his body.
’I love you,’ he wants to say, but he never does. Mukuro knows that Hibari tells Tsuna that he loves him, every time they’re having sex. It makes him want to murder the Cloud bastard, but he can’t.
Mukuro doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to look at Tsuna who lets Hibari kiss him like that freely. Not for long, that’s sure. As his hands caress the body of his beloved, he wonders what would the Decimo do if he says ‘I love you’? What would he do if he asks for Hibari to be ditched?
The idea of Tsunayoshi giving his love to someone else was maddening. That’s why Mukuro was glad that they were both males. Because a child would be bound take Tsunayoshi’s attention, and if it was Hibari’s child… Mukuro wouldn’t hesitate with killing both the Cloud bastard and his offspring.
Mukuro doesn’t like sharing.
But he doesn’t know what he can do about it.
Just…
’Per favore non dimenticarmi.’
“Everyone but you and I should die. That would be true happiness.”
Pain. He’s lying on a bed, feeling rather hurt physically, as the memories of what happened assaulted his mind. An ambush. Shots at Tsunayoshi. He had jumped to block the bullets with his body, and realized that they were in fact small arrows, no doubt poisonous. He is lucky to have survived, Mukuro knows that for sure.
“You’re awake,” a tired voice says, and he turns - as much as he could in his condition, anyway - to look at Tsuna. The Vongola Boss looks pale and tired, and Mukuro can guess that he stayed by his bedside as much as possible.
“Yes,” Mukuro replies with a hoarse voice. They’re both stating the obvious, it seems.
“Don’t…,” Tsuna sobs, burying his face against Mukuro’s chest. “Don’t ever do anything like that again! You could have died.” Mukuro closes his eyes, and a part of him wishes he would have. Everything must be easier when he’s dead. Eyes, red and blue, stare steadily at the sobbing man. A pale, shaking hand ruffles the brown hair, making Tsuna look up with surprise - gestures of kindness were rare from Mukuro.
“I’d rather die than live in a world without you,” Mukuro states calmly, and shock is obvious in Tsuna’s eyes. “Quest’ la vita e qui il gioire, un’ ora di abbrezzo e poi more.”
“What?” the brunet whispers. “But I thought…”
“That I don’t care?” Mukuro finishes for him, and sighs. “No matter how hard it is for you to believe, I do care.” More than Tsuna will ever probably know.
“But you’re always so distant,” Tsuna mutters, and the illusionist nods solemnly.
“I do not like sharing you with Hibari,” he admits in a rare bout of honesty. “I have never liked it, and never will.”
“But… then why…?” Tsuna doesn’t know how to say it, but Mukuro doesn’t need words to understand. He has found the will to explain in himself, and so he talks. He tells the love of his life about his jealousy, hate and regrets. He tells about the possessiveness running in his veins, like a dark substance mixing with the blood. He tells Tsuna about the feelings he doesn’t want to have, but still has. He talks for a long time and Tsuna merely sits there, too shocked to move.
Mukuro sees Hibari standing in the doorway, with a knowing expression. He realizes that the man knows what Tsuna’s decision will be, and he clenches his fists. Why is the Cloud Guardian that certain? And Mukuro suddenly knows that something major must have happened while he was unconscious. Something important. And when Hibari suddenly leaves quietly, closing the door behind him, Mukuro just doesn’t understand. Cannot imagine what had happened
His attention snaps back to focus on Tsuna, who is now holding the illusionist’s hands. A tender smile plays on his lips, but traces of sadness are visible.
“Rejecting you never crossed my mind,” he says, and Mukuro’s world shifts and fixes itself and he’s on a confused high. He can hardly believe it - no, actually he doesn’t believe it - and it will take a while for him to really accept the fact that Tsuna had chosen him over the other.
Him, Mukuro.
His hands shake as he grips the smaller man’s shoulders, and pulls him forward. He kisses those lips, now with the knowledge that he’ll be the only one to do so.
“Non posso vivere senza voi,” he says, even though he knows Tsunayoshi won’t understand. “Ti amo.”
The sun was rising.
Phone rings, it’s me calling,
I hear a woman’s voice answering.
It’s her again, at your place,
filling that empty space.
Every other day, it’s me or her,
and you don’t realize that we’re hurt.
Can’t you just choose, stick with one,
stop playing us both, that can’t be done.
For how long do you think I can,
share you and pretend that I am,
satisfied with what I can’t stand?
This part isn’t in my final plan.
Please try to choose, me or her,
or both of us will end up hurt.
We won’t be happy with just one half,
and you don’t have two hearts,
You won’t make either happy like this,
neither of us is your plaything.
You might mean no ill, and bear no harm,
but tell me, how can you be so calm?
How can your smiles be so true,
when your actions are just too cruel?
My heart is raw and bleeding for you,
and I don’t know what I can do.
For how long do you think I can,
share you and pretend that I am,
satisfied with what I can’t stand?
This part isn’t in my final plan.
Please try to choose, me or her,
or both of us will end up hurt.
We won’t be happy with just one half,
and you don’t have two hearts,
I could just take up and leave,
and wonder if you’ll grieve.
But I won’t yet, I’ll give you a choice,
me or her, please use your voice.
Do you think I’m selfish, this way?
Since I do demand for you to stay.
I can’t share what I love and need,
I want you to be mine, alone indeed.
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END OF ONESHOT
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My first MukuTsuna. *frown* I read a doujinshi (or was it a oneshot?) Where Tsuna chose Hibari over Mukuro. I took this chance to slap back! Go Mukuro~! But hopefully I’ll improve with writing this pairing too, because I’m not that fond of this. =_= Hopefully it made sense. Mukuro is a veeery difficult character to be written, if he's being serious (actually, seriousness isn't my thing, really. Maybe I should just stick with humor forever and ever).
Quest’ la vita e qui il gioire, un’ ora di abbrezzo e poi more = This is life and this is joy: and hour of embracing and then to die.
Per favore non dimenticarmi = Please do not forget me
Non posso vivere senza voi = I can't live without you