kokounopride @ 2011-02-13T10: 15:00
Parents had to give you their love years ago and emerge hours asking you to do the same with them, fuck off.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Teacher Themed Wedding
{6927 / / Daemon x Giotto King of Fools
To begin, revenge.
To begin with, the swearing of eternal friendship.
The old warehouse was dark and dirty, the only glimmer of light presented through the old wooden boards nailed on the windows badly, as to seal the site. The smell of rotting carcasses, mixed with that of the blood spilled in the air, pointed his gaze on Tsunayoshi, staring at him through different eyes than ever, less clumsy, less insecure. It seemed almost a different person.
The office was lit, the sunlight filtered through the light curtains, the spring breeze carries with it a pleasant scent of cherry blossoms. He looked
Giotto, was painted a peaceful smile on his lips, even his eyes conveyed a quiet outside of the municipality. He thought that person.
The person who brought him to ruin.
The person that would lead to ruin.
Tsunayoshi Sawada staring at him with hatred, Mukuro knew why: he had dared to touch her friends have them and throw at him, as his pawns. He wanted revenge, wanted exterminate the Mafia, to destroy the Vongola, destroy Tsunayoshi Sawada.
Giotto and his smiles. Suspected of being in love with this man in any point of view, and probably was not a love like that you felt between men and women, its respect that a little later it would turn into fanaticism, had taken so much to love not only the ideals of the man, but anything that might be part of his being.
Rather than surrender to the Clam, took his own life, keeping a backup plan, and eventually would come back with a goal: the body of Tsunayoshi Sawada it was his.
He sold his freedom to the Mafia, remaining confined in the prison of the redeemer for years, feeding his hatred of the Mafia, to the Clam, towards him.
addition to Giotto and the rest of the group, which soon became a real family, she felt unbeatable, and culminate in a future that now seemed farther and farther away so quickly made him happy, a better future which often leads to losses apparently also needed to increase the prestige of the family, at least from his point of view. One thing was certain, would follow him forever.
Locked within the "cell" realized it could not do anything, just signed a pact with a young dying: in exchange for his body would have kept alive with his illusions, so he would have a means to move and come closer to Tsunayoshi Sawada.
The power and the glory and victories. Giotto did not seem to get carried away by all this, but anyway ... Not that he expected a shift from a modest person like him, we would also estimated. He was happy to be a Guardian of Giotto, made him feel important.
A ring, the ring of the Mist. This led to make it part of something he despised more than anything else, the Mafia. Worse
led to the protection of Tsunayoshi Sawada.
Gokudera Hayato immediately sensed his plans and tried to obstacles cast against petty Chrome, its human vessel, but at the same time he could see something positive - at least from his point of view, more could be close to him, most of them had the opportunity to destroy him, slowly.
His ideas often came in conflict with G. The Guardian of the Storm. According to him did not deserve the role of Guardian of the Mist, probably because he was close to Giotto in an almost compulsive, turning his ideals with his own.
What nonsense, Giotto was not the kind of person, was a bit 'naive dreamer ... but would never let astray by him.
"Mukuro says he does not belong to the family, but often helps us, I consider him one of our comrades."
"I am happy that Daemon is part of my family, without him everything we have achieved so far, would be a utopia. "
passed the beauty of ten years. Who would have thought? He was still at his side.
He spent a long time, but he was no longer at his side.
Tsunayoshi Sawada became a weakness, the person who hated but at the same time wanted to protect.
so I wanted to protect its proximity to hate someone that it was not of himself, aware that his behavior often touched on the ridiculous.
Giotto became his weakness, the person he loved but at the same time wanted to eliminate. Their ideals opposed to the passage of time, Giotto was not a cruel person like him, he cried for his victims, this made him a weak man. He allied himself with a
haired man with evil eyes and blacks, who soon drove Giotto and assumed the throne of bloody clam.
One night back at the hotel, ate more drunk than usual Tsuna's room, hugged her body thin and seemingly helpless, she heard him moan, whispering his name several times. The reason
place left to desire, desire neutralized hatred.
The same night of the day dictated by fate decided to leave an indelible mark on the body of Giotto, the violets, against his will, making him more harm as possible.
He had never been good at expressing his feelings, that was the last big mistake he could make against Giotto.
Love leaves the place of madness, insanity neutralized reason.
A smile, and then the sentence that displacement "I think I love you."
A melancholy smile, then the sentence that displacement "I think I love you, sorry if they are not enough for you."
The awareness that was not a mistake, that was basically the same as he felt, he had become urgent in his heart.
The awareness that this was a mistake, the guilt, anger at himself, grew so huge.
The last time he saw Tsuna was before the war against Byakuran. He had watched with a worried look, he wanted to accompany him, but had requested the presence of Tsuna and Gokudera Yamamoto.
"We will meet again soon."
Her smile, her slender shoulders, in order that the door was closed.
The last time I could see it was before the end. Her eyes were also determined after all the humiliations, brave and beautiful as the first time I had met him.
"You hinder."
His smile which caused a sharp pain in his chest, his hands clutching a pocket watch, a symbol of his oath.
When she saw him, he managed to say, "I love you."
When he saw he could not talk to him, he was no longer among the living.
He kept his promise.
He had kept his promise, his forgiveness, he did nothing now.
To begin, revenge.
To begin with, the swearing of eternal friendship.
The old warehouse was dark and dirty, the only glimmer of light presented through the old wooden boards nailed on the windows badly, as to seal the site. The smell of rotting carcasses, mixed with that of the blood spilled in the air, pointed his gaze on Tsunayoshi, staring at him through different eyes than ever, less clumsy, less insecure. It seemed almost a different person.
The office was lit, the sunlight filtered through the light curtains, the spring breeze carries with it a pleasant scent of cherry blossoms. He looked
Giotto, was painted a peaceful smile on his lips, even his eyes conveyed a quiet outside of the municipality. He thought that person.
The person who brought him to ruin.
The person that would lead to ruin.
Tsunayoshi Sawada staring at him with hatred, Mukuro knew why: he had dared to touch her friends have them and throw at him, as his pawns. He wanted revenge, wanted exterminate the Mafia, to destroy the Vongola, destroy Tsunayoshi Sawada.
Giotto and his smiles. Suspected of being in love with this man in any point of view, and probably was not a love like that you felt between men and women, its respect that a little later it would turn into fanaticism, had taken so much to love not only the ideals of the man, but anything that might be part of his being.
Rather than surrender to the Clam, took his own life, keeping a backup plan, and eventually would come back with a goal: the body of Tsunayoshi Sawada it was his.
He sold his freedom to the Mafia, remaining confined in the prison of the redeemer for years, feeding his hatred of the Mafia, to the Clam, towards him.
addition to Giotto and the rest of the group, which soon became a real family, she felt unbeatable, and culminate in a future that now seemed farther and farther away so quickly made him happy, a better future which often leads to losses apparently also needed to increase the prestige of the family, at least from his point of view. One thing was certain, would follow him forever.
Locked within the "cell" realized it could not do anything, just signed a pact with a young dying: in exchange for his body would have kept alive with his illusions, so he would have a means to move and come closer to Tsunayoshi Sawada.
The power and the glory and victories. Giotto did not seem to get carried away by all this, but anyway ... Not that he expected a shift from a modest person like him, we would also estimated. He was happy to be a Guardian of Giotto, made him feel important.
A ring, the ring of the Mist. This led to make it part of something he despised more than anything else, the Mafia. Worse
led to the protection of Tsunayoshi Sawada.
Gokudera Hayato immediately sensed his plans and tried to obstacles cast against petty Chrome, its human vessel, but at the same time he could see something positive - at least from his point of view, more could be close to him, most of them had the opportunity to destroy him, slowly.
His ideas often came in conflict with G. The Guardian of the Storm. According to him did not deserve the role of Guardian of the Mist, probably because he was close to Giotto in an almost compulsive, turning his ideals with his own.
What nonsense, Giotto was not the kind of person, was a bit 'naive dreamer ... but would never let astray by him.
"Mukuro says he does not belong to the family, but often helps us, I consider him one of our comrades."
"I am happy that Daemon is part of my family, without him everything we have achieved so far, would be a utopia. "
passed the beauty of ten years. Who would have thought? He was still at his side.
He spent a long time, but he was no longer at his side.
Tsunayoshi Sawada became a weakness, the person who hated but at the same time wanted to protect.
so I wanted to protect its proximity to hate someone that it was not of himself, aware that his behavior often touched on the ridiculous.
Giotto became his weakness, the person he loved but at the same time wanted to eliminate. Their ideals opposed to the passage of time, Giotto was not a cruel person like him, he cried for his victims, this made him a weak man. He allied himself with a
haired man with evil eyes and blacks, who soon drove Giotto and assumed the throne of bloody clam.
One night back at the hotel, ate more drunk than usual Tsuna's room, hugged her body thin and seemingly helpless, she heard him moan, whispering his name several times. The reason
place left to desire, desire neutralized hatred.
The same night of the day dictated by fate decided to leave an indelible mark on the body of Giotto, the violets, against his will, making him more harm as possible.
He had never been good at expressing his feelings, that was the last big mistake he could make against Giotto.
Love leaves the place of madness, insanity neutralized reason.
A smile, and then the sentence that displacement "I think I love you."
A melancholy smile, then the sentence that displacement "I think I love you, sorry if they are not enough for you."
The awareness that was not a mistake, that was basically the same as he felt, he had become urgent in his heart.
The awareness that this was a mistake, the guilt, anger at himself, grew so huge.
The last time he saw Tsuna was before the war against Byakuran. He had watched with a worried look, he wanted to accompany him, but had requested the presence of Tsuna and Gokudera Yamamoto.
"We will meet again soon."
Her smile, her slender shoulders, in order that the door was closed.
The last time I could see it was before the end. Her eyes were also determined after all the humiliations, brave and beautiful as the first time I had met him.
"You hinder."
His smile which caused a sharp pain in his chest, his hands clutching a pocket watch, a symbol of his oath.
When she saw him, he managed to say, "I love you."
When he saw he could not talk to him, he was no longer among the living.
He kept his promise.
He had kept his promise, his forgiveness, he did nothing now.
Chylmidia Of The Mouth
Fanfic} {6927} Fanfic "Tears on your cheek." Daemon
"Why are you crying?"
"I cry because I took away an important person."
Mukuro in those days did not understand the Tsunayoshi response, or perhaps simply did not want to understand it, considering that the Mafia hated, hated, and consequently hated Tsuna Vongola same.
The Guardian of the Mist, or at least, that was the name that is awarded every time you referred to him - only Tsunayoshi and other Guardian called him by name, among them a few did so with pleasure - he never truly understand himself, because in spite of the hatred continued to follow that kid so much changed with the passing years, that kid with the time he had become an adult, as well as himself.
Tsunayoshi possessed the innate ability to recognize the moods of Mukuro: he understood when he was angry when he was sarcastic when ... okay, his moods would stop at that point, he was always angry, or sarcasm used to spread the gift of all, and there could even pretty good.
That the quoted phrase Tsuna in a particular moment of his life as another in the afternoon due to an exchange of people killed was his mother, and that fact led to a strong shock in the boy, who from that day began search for those responsible for murder, disappeared into thin air.
Mukuro do not care that much, did not know the meaning of ties and therefore could not really understand what it meant losing a loved one. In fact, he did not know how he would react to this loss, now too accustomed to think of himself rather than others. More
progressed with time, the more he realized that really was not fighting only for himself but to protect something, or rather someone.
"Juudaime, there are these documents to be signed." He announced with enthusiasm incurable Gokudera, Tsuna laying on the desk of not less than one hundred sheets of paper, only to see Tsuna turned white, clasping her hands sore the pen had not yet strangely discharged, strange thought, considering it was the day that put scribbles on right and left like a madman.
"You can pause, Juudaime?" Was the question that raised the morale in Tsuna, allowing stretching back in his chair. Gokudera left the room, leaving him alone in the office.
sighed, turning his eyes toward the window, "Mukuro-kun, if you have something to say to me, might as well come here ... instead of spying."
The unmistakable Mukuro's laughter echoed in the words of Tsuna, the latter moved his eyes on the boy, leaning lazily on the window sill, her arms crossed at his chest.
"Pardon, I did not want to disturb the Vongola Tenth big." He said, and his voice was a note of irony quite clear, that obviously noticed Tsuna, but merely to raise his eyes to sky, turning to the other.
"Do not disturb me, you know. What is it? "
Respond immediately to that question could mean simply send air mask the pride and security that usually wore, and in the end had already become one with the mask, so that often struggled to get rid.
"To be honest I was worried about you." He was surprised to note what might sound strange that phrase uttered by him, Mukuro Rokudo which until then had never worried about someone, and yet at that moment I was doing , in a rather awkward to another.
Tsuna did not seem surprised by the emergence of the other and returned his look, standing up to approach the dark, approaching the wall.
Their speeches were never very long or deep, very often, just as it did at the time, grabbed Tsuna Mukuro's hand without looking at his face, and hugged. That gesture
Mukuro recognize him every time, associated with a silent plea for help, almost as if the words are not enough to convey what he felt.
It was moments like those that he wanted to do something that had never done with anyone, as hug and whisper "You'll be fine, I'm there with you.", But something always prevented him from doing so, perhaps because afraid of engaging with each other, whereas for his personal taste had gone too far already.
"You can cry if you want, eh. "It came suddenly, surprising that this time in response Tsuna shook his hand up.
was seeing the back of the brown tremble, his eyes took on a pained and instinctively stood up, turning toward the other as the body itself, and hold his arms.
initially appears to contain, heard him cry for several minutes, then once you get used to his shoulder, which hid her face, literally burst into tears, holding on with clenched fists on his chest.
was in moments like these that Tsuna sensed what was not good at hiding his moods Mukuro. He hated this weakness, because at least he wanted to look like the person who was always smiling, crying brats were from women and spineless, so once said ... Mukuro and Tsuna some words remained impressed, although it was not the type that is swayed by the speech of others, but the Guardian of the Mist could confuse it perfectly.
"Stop keeping everything for you, otherwise one day explodes ... Although, in my opinion, to explode while continuing to eat this way. "Mukuro joked, leaning slightly forward on the restaurant table, staring pleased Tsuna that he had ever eaten in weeks.
the cast stopped shooting for that statement, realizing that it was a joke only because of the relaxed smile of the dark.
"You're not hungry?"
Since they went out for lunch, Mukuro had not brought anything to eat. The Guardian of the Mist shook head, resting one elbow on the table and holding his face on one hand, while continuing to observe the other guy eat.
"I wish to explain to me why you always keep everything inside."
"Do not ask me questions that could easily backfire on you." He asserted Tsunayoshi, his lips pursed in a smile, while on the face of Mukuro was painted surprise expression, which replaced immediately with a mischievous smile.
"Tsunayoshi-kun, do not test your luck with me, you know that I do not hide anything and that I revealed my plans from the beginning."
That sentence probably would have no effect if only he was having lunch with a person who was supposed to hate, he wanted to possess the body and possibly eliminate.
"I'm not talking about this, but your feelings. We are both very good at hiding them, eh? "Whispered the young man, putting the sticks and folding his arms on the table, hiding his smile incredibly honest, a bit 'sad maybe.
"Suddenly I want to drink." The statement of Mukuro Tsuna that he took on a stern frown, "On an empty stomach, no! "
Needless to say, Mukuro ignored the warning of the Boss and dragged him with it, forgetting completely than it was resistant to alcohol, resulting in doverselo lead up to the house, and weight more combative than usual.
"Muuukuuuuro! Put me down, I can walk, "began screaming in the street, pulling the long tail of the dark hair, causing no little pain. Fortunately the path was very long and soon reached the house, where he managed to open the doors of the house wearing dangling Tsuna, she laughed and said nonsense. He laughed in a way that even during the most cheerful of his life he had ever done.
"Mukuro just illusions, I'm just a man like you, do not split," said a little before falling weight on the bed, probably because of a dizzy; Mukuro put her hand on his forehead wondering Devil wanted to show the other with certain behaviors.
"You are a child a few times."
"I'm not a child! And you're a nuisance! "
and continued for half an hour, between humorous insult and laughter. It never happened that he could behave so naturally to him, perhaps because at that moment he was drunk and passed the drunk would not have remembered anything.
He knew that actually did all this to forget the bad things that had happened, he could not speak freely, or worse still hiding.
Sitting on the right side of the bed, stared for a long time the other guy who seemed to have calmed down, while he was sleeping with one arm over his face, his mouth half open and his tie loosened just round the neck, cheeks a bit 'of redness enlivened the face.
Needless to say, only to watch a spontaneous smile appeared on his face, could not explain why, but just felt a sense of bliss to watch.
lips stared for several minutes, then decided to bend enough to touch them with their own. She felt him move
, a clear sign that he was still awake, surprised to hear in return contact, bringing an arm around his neck.
"I'm asleep."
"I thought you liked kissing me to sleep." Promptly replied Tsuna, Mukuro nibbling her lower lip.
"I want to help you in your revenge." Suddenly said the Guardian of the Mist, concentrated in the other's gaze, as if to scrutinize every corner of his soul. Tsuna took a bit 'to understand what it was about Mukuro, then remembered that day when he was surprised to weep with frustration at the death of his mother ... He spoke of revenge, he would find those who had dropped and would the same with him.
He can put any poison in those words, probably resulting in more evil and menacing than usual; Mukuro had not distracted for even a second look Tsuna's face, the latter did not speak, almost violently pulling his tie for the largest, so you can get closer.
He had to come off suddenly from brown to catch my breath, just in time to meet the other hazel eyes filled with a languor he had never seen in his life, returned immediately to the small and warm inviting mouth. She heard him mutter
his name, choked when deepened the kiss, entwining his tongue with his.
was when he started to unbutton his shirt the other that Tsunayoshi rebelled, turning to the side and covering his chest suddenly naked, prompting a laugh veiled in dark, kissed him on the cheek.
"What is it?"
Tsuna just narrowed his eyes, intoxicated with the laughter of the other.
"My body is not beautiful like yours."
Tsuna was often too honest, or at least could say things with such ease by surprise, always.
"You say? But I think you're beautiful. "Insisted he had to say in the open brown shirt, in vain.
"I do not want ..." He protested Tsuna, Mukuro that bringing all'arresa sighed.
"I guess it's too soon."
Although the desire was strong, he is content to hold his arms, lying repeatedly to set the time on the call, scored three in the morning when he felt Tsunayoshi move.
the cast, who seemed to have recovered from the hangover, he repeatedly rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, still sleepy.
"You can if you want to stay still, it is night. "
" I can not sleep ... "Tsuna muttered, resting his head on the chest of the best dark to listen to his heartbeat.
In fact even if he had striven with all his heart, there would never have succeeded, had completely lost to other thoughts that Mukuro had said before, his behavior.
He spent that night with the knowledge that sooner or later would have to separate. The moonlight illuminated the ceiling, the only sound in contrast with the heartbeat of Mukuro was that the pendulum clock.
That night seemed to be eternal.
Eternal, sprinkled with a sweet smell, the smell that seemed to almost be sad to say goodbye.
The awakening from a dream that would never have expected to achieve, it was lonely, Mukuro was not close to him, you probably already left for work.
Looking out the window became an automatic gesture. Mukuro was not the kind of person who liked to be together with others, nor to him, but the way he behaved last night, Tsuna had sensed something ... or maybe he was just deluded, as often happened.
The door snapped open woke him from his thoughts. A Gokudera more agitated than usual immediately sought the glance of his boss, out of breath that required him to stay bent, to resume air.
Tsuna, seeing him so upset, stood up, approaching the Guardian of the Storm.
"The murderess of your mother, Juudaime! It 'been captured, he succeeded Mukuro! "Those words spoken in haste, almost shouted, triggered a chain reaction of emotions in reckless Tsuna. It was when
Do not hold your legs warned that quickly in the arms of Gokudera helped him to support himself, a gesture quickly loosened his tie at that moment seemed so narrow and suffocating with an advanced shooting toward the exit.
"Mukuro. Where Mukuro? "Said, meeting the corridor and Ryohei Yamamoto arguing with a worried look. The vision of Tsuna, the first looked down, the second put his hand around his neck, massaging the plan.
"Sawada ... Mukuro is fine, but perhaps it is better if you wait a while 'before it. "Ryohei replied with a tone lower than usual that it was not him.
Yamamoto put his hand on the shoulder of Tsuna, pointing to a marked just smiled.
"Do not worry, by the way is now in his room."
Those words were enough to make Tsuna escape from the gaze of the two, starting to run headlong into the room of the Guardian of the Mist. Do not knock, opening the door all at once, finding the other standing, his eyes turned away to the mirror and clothes completely covered in blood.
Now Tsuna thought Ryohei, Gokudera and Yamamoto had lied, but soon realized that this was not his blood.
The smell was strong enough to provoke a feeling of nausea, which tried to drive away. He met then Mukuro's eyes in the mirror, noticing almost absent)
"Mukuro ..." he called softly, drawing his attention. The dark turned, and seemed to wear a mask as his eyes were cold.
"You ... Killed? "
" Yeah. "
Tsuna hesitated. Actually he did not know how to react: whether to be angry, or relieved to see another safe and sound ...
Mukuro seemed to notice it, coldly bowed in front of his boss, extending his arm to make she could reach her hand, holding up a little before bringing it close to his lips, to touch the back.
"will never allow you can be dirty, not because of people like cowards."
In contrast to the words of Mukuro, Tsuna's hands are stained with blood. Ignored him and leaning toward the dark, hugged him, holding back tears at the corners of the eyes.
"You're a stupid, stupid, stupid! Try to think more about yourself, instead of worrying about the other, "snapped the young Boss, smearing blood on your clothing when you increase the close of that embrace, Mukuro laughed, shaking his head the words of Tsuna.
"Tsunayoshi Sawada, want to race who can be the most stupid among us?" He joked, raised by the fact that he was not angry, but rather worried about him. In a way, not expecting it, really.
would have stayed by his side forever, a doll, a puppet, a human being, it would not be imported as the Treaty would, he cared only to play the role you desire, in silence, only to protect it.
"Why are you crying?"
"I cry because I took away an important person."
Mukuro in those days did not understand the Tsunayoshi response, or perhaps simply did not want to understand it, considering that the Mafia hated, hated, and consequently hated Tsuna Vongola same.
The Guardian of the Mist, or at least, that was the name that is awarded every time you referred to him - only Tsunayoshi and other Guardian called him by name, among them a few did so with pleasure - he never truly understand himself, because in spite of the hatred continued to follow that kid so much changed with the passing years, that kid with the time he had become an adult, as well as himself.
Tsunayoshi possessed the innate ability to recognize the moods of Mukuro: he understood when he was angry when he was sarcastic when ... okay, his moods would stop at that point, he was always angry, or sarcasm used to spread the gift of all, and there could even pretty good.
That the quoted phrase Tsuna in a particular moment of his life as another in the afternoon due to an exchange of people killed was his mother, and that fact led to a strong shock in the boy, who from that day began search for those responsible for murder, disappeared into thin air.
Mukuro do not care that much, did not know the meaning of ties and therefore could not really understand what it meant losing a loved one. In fact, he did not know how he would react to this loss, now too accustomed to think of himself rather than others. More
progressed with time, the more he realized that really was not fighting only for himself but to protect something, or rather someone.
"Juudaime, there are these documents to be signed." He announced with enthusiasm incurable Gokudera, Tsuna laying on the desk of not less than one hundred sheets of paper, only to see Tsuna turned white, clasping her hands sore the pen had not yet strangely discharged, strange thought, considering it was the day that put scribbles on right and left like a madman.
"You can pause, Juudaime?" Was the question that raised the morale in Tsuna, allowing stretching back in his chair. Gokudera left the room, leaving him alone in the office.
sighed, turning his eyes toward the window, "Mukuro-kun, if you have something to say to me, might as well come here ... instead of spying."
The unmistakable Mukuro's laughter echoed in the words of Tsuna, the latter moved his eyes on the boy, leaning lazily on the window sill, her arms crossed at his chest.
"Pardon, I did not want to disturb the Vongola Tenth big." He said, and his voice was a note of irony quite clear, that obviously noticed Tsuna, but merely to raise his eyes to sky, turning to the other.
"Do not disturb me, you know. What is it? "
Respond immediately to that question could mean simply send air mask the pride and security that usually wore, and in the end had already become one with the mask, so that often struggled to get rid.
"To be honest I was worried about you." He was surprised to note what might sound strange that phrase uttered by him, Mukuro Rokudo which until then had never worried about someone, and yet at that moment I was doing , in a rather awkward to another.
Tsuna did not seem surprised by the emergence of the other and returned his look, standing up to approach the dark, approaching the wall.
Their speeches were never very long or deep, very often, just as it did at the time, grabbed Tsuna Mukuro's hand without looking at his face, and hugged. That gesture
Mukuro recognize him every time, associated with a silent plea for help, almost as if the words are not enough to convey what he felt.
It was moments like those that he wanted to do something that had never done with anyone, as hug and whisper "You'll be fine, I'm there with you.", But something always prevented him from doing so, perhaps because afraid of engaging with each other, whereas for his personal taste had gone too far already.
"You can cry if you want, eh. "It came suddenly, surprising that this time in response Tsuna shook his hand up.
was seeing the back of the brown tremble, his eyes took on a pained and instinctively stood up, turning toward the other as the body itself, and hold his arms.
initially appears to contain, heard him cry for several minutes, then once you get used to his shoulder, which hid her face, literally burst into tears, holding on with clenched fists on his chest.
was in moments like these that Tsuna sensed what was not good at hiding his moods Mukuro. He hated this weakness, because at least he wanted to look like the person who was always smiling, crying brats were from women and spineless, so once said ... Mukuro and Tsuna some words remained impressed, although it was not the type that is swayed by the speech of others, but the Guardian of the Mist could confuse it perfectly.
"Stop keeping everything for you, otherwise one day explodes ... Although, in my opinion, to explode while continuing to eat this way. "Mukuro joked, leaning slightly forward on the restaurant table, staring pleased Tsuna that he had ever eaten in weeks.
the cast stopped shooting for that statement, realizing that it was a joke only because of the relaxed smile of the dark.
"You're not hungry?"
Since they went out for lunch, Mukuro had not brought anything to eat. The Guardian of the Mist shook head, resting one elbow on the table and holding his face on one hand, while continuing to observe the other guy eat.
"I wish to explain to me why you always keep everything inside."
"Do not ask me questions that could easily backfire on you." He asserted Tsunayoshi, his lips pursed in a smile, while on the face of Mukuro was painted surprise expression, which replaced immediately with a mischievous smile.
"Tsunayoshi-kun, do not test your luck with me, you know that I do not hide anything and that I revealed my plans from the beginning."
That sentence probably would have no effect if only he was having lunch with a person who was supposed to hate, he wanted to possess the body and possibly eliminate.
"I'm not talking about this, but your feelings. We are both very good at hiding them, eh? "Whispered the young man, putting the sticks and folding his arms on the table, hiding his smile incredibly honest, a bit 'sad maybe.
"Suddenly I want to drink." The statement of Mukuro Tsuna that he took on a stern frown, "On an empty stomach, no! "
Needless to say, Mukuro ignored the warning of the Boss and dragged him with it, forgetting completely than it was resistant to alcohol, resulting in doverselo lead up to the house, and weight more combative than usual.
"Muuukuuuuro! Put me down, I can walk, "began screaming in the street, pulling the long tail of the dark hair, causing no little pain. Fortunately the path was very long and soon reached the house, where he managed to open the doors of the house wearing dangling Tsuna, she laughed and said nonsense. He laughed in a way that even during the most cheerful of his life he had ever done.
"Mukuro just illusions, I'm just a man like you, do not split," said a little before falling weight on the bed, probably because of a dizzy; Mukuro put her hand on his forehead wondering Devil wanted to show the other with certain behaviors.
"You are a child a few times."
"I'm not a child! And you're a nuisance! "
and continued for half an hour, between humorous insult and laughter. It never happened that he could behave so naturally to him, perhaps because at that moment he was drunk and passed the drunk would not have remembered anything.
He knew that actually did all this to forget the bad things that had happened, he could not speak freely, or worse still hiding.
Sitting on the right side of the bed, stared for a long time the other guy who seemed to have calmed down, while he was sleeping with one arm over his face, his mouth half open and his tie loosened just round the neck, cheeks a bit 'of redness enlivened the face.
Needless to say, only to watch a spontaneous smile appeared on his face, could not explain why, but just felt a sense of bliss to watch.
lips stared for several minutes, then decided to bend enough to touch them with their own. She felt him move
, a clear sign that he was still awake, surprised to hear in return contact, bringing an arm around his neck.
"I'm asleep."
"I thought you liked kissing me to sleep." Promptly replied Tsuna, Mukuro nibbling her lower lip.
"I want to help you in your revenge." Suddenly said the Guardian of the Mist, concentrated in the other's gaze, as if to scrutinize every corner of his soul. Tsuna took a bit 'to understand what it was about Mukuro, then remembered that day when he was surprised to weep with frustration at the death of his mother ... He spoke of revenge, he would find those who had dropped and would the same with him.
He can put any poison in those words, probably resulting in more evil and menacing than usual; Mukuro had not distracted for even a second look Tsuna's face, the latter did not speak, almost violently pulling his tie for the largest, so you can get closer.
He had to come off suddenly from brown to catch my breath, just in time to meet the other hazel eyes filled with a languor he had never seen in his life, returned immediately to the small and warm inviting mouth. She heard him mutter
his name, choked when deepened the kiss, entwining his tongue with his.
was when he started to unbutton his shirt the other that Tsunayoshi rebelled, turning to the side and covering his chest suddenly naked, prompting a laugh veiled in dark, kissed him on the cheek.
"What is it?"
Tsuna just narrowed his eyes, intoxicated with the laughter of the other.
"My body is not beautiful like yours."
Tsuna was often too honest, or at least could say things with such ease by surprise, always.
"You say? But I think you're beautiful. "Insisted he had to say in the open brown shirt, in vain.
"I do not want ..." He protested Tsuna, Mukuro that bringing all'arresa sighed.
"I guess it's too soon."
Although the desire was strong, he is content to hold his arms, lying repeatedly to set the time on the call, scored three in the morning when he felt Tsunayoshi move.
the cast, who seemed to have recovered from the hangover, he repeatedly rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, still sleepy.
"You can if you want to stay still, it is night. "
" I can not sleep ... "Tsuna muttered, resting his head on the chest of the best dark to listen to his heartbeat.
In fact even if he had striven with all his heart, there would never have succeeded, had completely lost to other thoughts that Mukuro had said before, his behavior.
He spent that night with the knowledge that sooner or later would have to separate. The moonlight illuminated the ceiling, the only sound in contrast with the heartbeat of Mukuro was that the pendulum clock.
That night seemed to be eternal.
Eternal, sprinkled with a sweet smell, the smell that seemed to almost be sad to say goodbye.
The awakening from a dream that would never have expected to achieve, it was lonely, Mukuro was not close to him, you probably already left for work.
Looking out the window became an automatic gesture. Mukuro was not the kind of person who liked to be together with others, nor to him, but the way he behaved last night, Tsuna had sensed something ... or maybe he was just deluded, as often happened.
The door snapped open woke him from his thoughts. A Gokudera more agitated than usual immediately sought the glance of his boss, out of breath that required him to stay bent, to resume air.
Tsuna, seeing him so upset, stood up, approaching the Guardian of the Storm.
"The murderess of your mother, Juudaime! It 'been captured, he succeeded Mukuro! "Those words spoken in haste, almost shouted, triggered a chain reaction of emotions in reckless Tsuna. It was when
Do not hold your legs warned that quickly in the arms of Gokudera helped him to support himself, a gesture quickly loosened his tie at that moment seemed so narrow and suffocating with an advanced shooting toward the exit.
"Mukuro. Where Mukuro? "Said, meeting the corridor and Ryohei Yamamoto arguing with a worried look. The vision of Tsuna, the first looked down, the second put his hand around his neck, massaging the plan.
"Sawada ... Mukuro is fine, but perhaps it is better if you wait a while 'before it. "Ryohei replied with a tone lower than usual that it was not him.
Yamamoto put his hand on the shoulder of Tsuna, pointing to a marked just smiled.
"Do not worry, by the way is now in his room."
Those words were enough to make Tsuna escape from the gaze of the two, starting to run headlong into the room of the Guardian of the Mist. Do not knock, opening the door all at once, finding the other standing, his eyes turned away to the mirror and clothes completely covered in blood.
Now Tsuna thought Ryohei, Gokudera and Yamamoto had lied, but soon realized that this was not his blood.
The smell was strong enough to provoke a feeling of nausea, which tried to drive away. He met then Mukuro's eyes in the mirror, noticing almost absent)
"Mukuro ..." he called softly, drawing his attention. The dark turned, and seemed to wear a mask as his eyes were cold.
"You ... Killed? "
" Yeah. "
Tsuna hesitated. Actually he did not know how to react: whether to be angry, or relieved to see another safe and sound ...
Mukuro seemed to notice it, coldly bowed in front of his boss, extending his arm to make she could reach her hand, holding up a little before bringing it close to his lips, to touch the back.
"will never allow you can be dirty, not because of people like cowards."
In contrast to the words of Mukuro, Tsuna's hands are stained with blood. Ignored him and leaning toward the dark, hugged him, holding back tears at the corners of the eyes.
"You're a stupid, stupid, stupid! Try to think more about yourself, instead of worrying about the other, "snapped the young Boss, smearing blood on your clothing when you increase the close of that embrace, Mukuro laughed, shaking his head the words of Tsuna.
"Tsunayoshi Sawada, want to race who can be the most stupid among us?" He joked, raised by the fact that he was not angry, but rather worried about him. In a way, not expecting it, really.
would have stayed by his side forever, a doll, a puppet, a human being, it would not be imported as the Treaty would, he cared only to play the role you desire, in silence, only to protect it.
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