[fic] Mukuro-ji-chan, the Storyteller
Title:: Mukuro-ji-chan, The Lie Storyteller
Day/Theme:: November 1st/ You silver tongued, unreliable narrator
Series:: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Character(s)/Pairing(s):: Rokudo Mukuro, mentions of Hibari Kyouya/Chrome Dokuro, if you squint really hard.
Rating:: PG
Word count:: 442
Summary:: He really loved it when those children would stare at him with wide eyes. One of the twins would tug his suit jacket’s sleeves and asked him to continue his story.
He really loved it when those children would stare at him with wide eyes. One of the twins would tug his suit jacket’s sleeves and asked him to continue his story. She’s such a cute little girl! Just like her mother! The other, the older of the twin, would scoff, crossed his hands in front of his chest and hissed at how annoying and useless his story was. That little boy really took over his father, he thought.
“And are you sure that you didn’t make that all up, Mukuro-ji-chan? Father always told us that you loved to make things up about the past,” ask the older of the two. Mukuro ignored the snide remarks and instead continuing his story for the little young lady. He knew that that little boy actually really interested in his stories.
“And you know what your Daddy said at that time, sweetie?” He smiled widely and patted the girl’s head.
“What? What?”
But before he could say anything more, (“He said he’d bite me to death juuuuuust before I made up the sakura trees illusions. You cannot imagine how funny it was to see his face so shocked like that!”), a yellow small fluff of ball was thrown to his direction and he had to dodge it.
“You say more of it and I’ll bite you to death, Mukuro.” Hibari Kyouya, the head of this small family and the father of the twins, was standing behind Mukuro with some murderous aura emitted from all over his body. “What things you were telling to the kids, Mukuro?”
Mukuro chuckled and pulled Hibari’s daughter up to his lap. “They loved the stories, Kyouya-kun! And your little princess said that you never wanted to tell them about anything!”
“Daddy… Was it true that you once lost to Mukuro-ji-chan?”
Mukuro always loved to see the kids reaction when he told them about the stories about how he and their father, and sometimes their mother, had interact (or should he said, ‘fight’?) with each other. It was really fun to see their bulging eyes (only from the younger of the two, though) and how they didn’t believe the story but still couldn’t hide their amazement.
But, having a good memory and being able to re-telling the story in great details wasn’t quiet fun anymore if he would then got pecked to death by a certain small yellow bird. Not to mention how the father of the twins would then bite him to death for telling the kids those embarrassing stories. Ah… well… It’s not that I have anything more to do other that telling stories to my cute little Chrome’s offspring.
Day/Theme:: November 1st/ You silver tongued, unreliable narrator
Series:: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Character(s)/Pairing(s):: Rokudo Mukuro, mentions of Hibari Kyouya/Chrome Dokuro, if you squint really hard.
Rating:: PG
Word count:: 442
Summary:: He really loved it when those children would stare at him with wide eyes. One of the twins would tug his suit jacket’s sleeves and asked him to continue his story.
He really loved it when those children would stare at him with wide eyes. One of the twins would tug his suit jacket’s sleeves and asked him to continue his story. She’s such a cute little girl! Just like her mother! The other, the older of the twin, would scoff, crossed his hands in front of his chest and hissed at how annoying and useless his story was. That little boy really took over his father, he thought.
“And are you sure that you didn’t make that all up, Mukuro-ji-chan? Father always told us that you loved to make things up about the past,” ask the older of the two. Mukuro ignored the snide remarks and instead continuing his story for the little young lady. He knew that that little boy actually really interested in his stories.
“And you know what your Daddy said at that time, sweetie?” He smiled widely and patted the girl’s head.
“What? What?”
But before he could say anything more, (“He said he’d bite me to death juuuuuust before I made up the sakura trees illusions. You cannot imagine how funny it was to see his face so shocked like that!”), a yellow small fluff of ball was thrown to his direction and he had to dodge it.
“You say more of it and I’ll bite you to death, Mukuro.” Hibari Kyouya, the head of this small family and the father of the twins, was standing behind Mukuro with some murderous aura emitted from all over his body. “What things you were telling to the kids, Mukuro?”
Mukuro chuckled and pulled Hibari’s daughter up to his lap. “They loved the stories, Kyouya-kun! And your little princess said that you never wanted to tell them about anything!”
“Daddy… Was it true that you once lost to Mukuro-ji-chan?”
Mukuro always loved to see the kids reaction when he told them about the stories about how he and their father, and sometimes their mother, had interact (or should he said, ‘fight’?) with each other. It was really fun to see their bulging eyes (only from the younger of the two, though) and how they didn’t believe the story but still couldn’t hide their amazement.
But, having a good memory and being able to re-telling the story in great details wasn’t quiet fun anymore if he would then got pecked to death by a certain small yellow bird. Not to mention how the father of the twins would then bite him to death for telling the kids those embarrassing stories. Ah… well… It’s not that I have anything more to do other that telling stories to my cute little Chrome’s offspring.