I wish Paramore wasn't so closely connected to Twilight
Title: Don't come calling my name
Chapter Title: I (don't) know what I want
Character: Mukuro Rokudo
Rating: T for tireless denial
Warnings: Possessive!Mukuro can be kind of cruel.
Summary: In love with an illusion. How despicable.
Chapter Summary: He may not have begun the game, but he's not ready to let it end just yet.
Mukuro Rokudo was the type of person who liked to stick to a schedule.
Now you may think otherwise: he's the mist! He does what he wishes, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...
True, but who said he doesn't follow a schedule when he's conducting his own plans?
So when one certain cloud guardian came around asking to be a fuck buddy of all things, Mukuro had to carefully consider the proposal into his plans. Wary was his initial reaction; what did the strongest guardian of them all wanted? He decided against inquiring, which didn't take much after a night of... examining the goods. Needless to say, the illusionist was content as he managed to fit the small meetings into his schedule every now and then. Not only was the schedule small, it provided a nice break for him as well.
However, the situation suddenly changed so drastically one night that he wondered at times if it even happened at all.
The two had barely survived a mission and underwent trials that would have easily broken either of them less they should falter. Mukuro didn't think much of Hibari's tears that night as he took him; he was concentrating on how Kyouya's body fit perfectly against his and how lost he would have been without that. He had almost lost his skylark that day, and it angered him to no end.
No one was allowed to take what was his away from him, especially if it was his personal play toy.
Exhausted from the happenings of the day, Mukuro could barely remember registering the bed dipping beside him as salty drops of water landed on his cheeks. He could barely remember registering the way Hibari had covered his body protectively, almost afraid to let him go.
But he could vividly remember the words, "I love you," being brokenly whispered from Kyouya's lips.
Those three words changed something.
But Mukuro could only identify it akin to possessiveness.
There was finally another way to manipulate the cloud guardian into being a pawn of his. His toy could become useful for another purpose than to relieve sexual frustration.
That's exactly why when one Kyouya Hibari declared that their trysts would no longer be, Mukuro didn't take kindly to that. Not only did that mean he would lose a pawn, it would put a rather large gap into his schedule. He left those words that night as a warning to Hibari, telling him that he wouldn't be escaping so easily.
And so the illusionist went back to his skylark's apartment.
Only to find that Kyouya had kept his promise.
There was no evidence that Kyouya Hibari had ever lived in the place.
The gaze he had pointedly ignored that night were warnings themselves. They were the ex-prefect's last grab for something that could be his happiness, and Mukuro denied him that chance.
Surprisingly enough, anger wasn't his first choice of emotions to bubble up. Only mild surprise that the man had actually kept to his word and left without a trace. Mukuro didn't think much of it it should be easy to find the cloud guardian again if he was still affiliated with Vongola. And so, reluctantly to Vongola Decimo, did he go.
He was horribly disappointed to find out that his skylark was now on permanent research duty across the world with short reports coming in from a different location each month. The only one who wasn't surprised to see Mukuro asking about Kyouya in the first place was Chrome, who could get into his head whether he wanted her to or not, and Tsunayoshi himself, his hyper intuition alerting him of things... he'd probably be better off not knowing.
Any questions pertaining to love were eloquently disregarded by the mist guardian, as if he was trying to convince himself that the emotion he was being accused of was an illusion itself.
Tsuna didn't buy it.
Neither did Chrome.
But neither asked because it wasn't any of their business.
So with a major break in his plans, the vendicare prisoner decided that he'd have to enact some kind of revenge on his skylark for ruining delaying the inevitable (self-proclaimed by him of course) end to mafia all over the world.
After all, Mukuro Rokudo was a man who stuck to his schedule.
Chapter Title: I (don't) know what I want
Character: Mukuro Rokudo
Rating: T for tireless denial
Warnings: Possessive!Mukuro can be kind of cruel.
Summary: In love with an illusion. How despicable.
Chapter Summary: He may not have begun the game, but he's not ready to let it end just yet.
Mukuro Rokudo was the type of person who liked to stick to a schedule.
Now you may think otherwise: he's the mist! He does what he wishes, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...
True, but who said he doesn't follow a schedule when he's conducting his own plans?
So when one certain cloud guardian came around asking to be a fuck buddy of all things, Mukuro had to carefully consider the proposal into his plans. Wary was his initial reaction; what did the strongest guardian of them all wanted? He decided against inquiring, which didn't take much after a night of... examining the goods. Needless to say, the illusionist was content as he managed to fit the small meetings into his schedule every now and then. Not only was the schedule small, it provided a nice break for him as well.
However, the situation suddenly changed so drastically one night that he wondered at times if it even happened at all.
The two had barely survived a mission and underwent trials that would have easily broken either of them less they should falter. Mukuro didn't think much of Hibari's tears that night as he took him; he was concentrating on how Kyouya's body fit perfectly against his and how lost he would have been without that. He had almost lost his skylark that day, and it angered him to no end.
No one was allowed to take what was his away from him, especially if it was his personal play toy.
Exhausted from the happenings of the day, Mukuro could barely remember registering the bed dipping beside him as salty drops of water landed on his cheeks. He could barely remember registering the way Hibari had covered his body protectively, almost afraid to let him go.
But he could vividly remember the words, "I love you," being brokenly whispered from Kyouya's lips.
Those three words changed something.
But Mukuro could only identify it akin to possessiveness.
There was finally another way to manipulate the cloud guardian into being a pawn of his. His toy could become useful for another purpose than to relieve sexual frustration.
That's exactly why when one Kyouya Hibari declared that their trysts would no longer be, Mukuro didn't take kindly to that. Not only did that mean he would lose a pawn, it would put a rather large gap into his schedule. He left those words that night as a warning to Hibari, telling him that he wouldn't be escaping so easily.
And so the illusionist went back to his skylark's apartment.
Only to find that Kyouya had kept his promise.
There was no evidence that Kyouya Hibari had ever lived in the place.
The gaze he had pointedly ignored that night were warnings themselves. They were the ex-prefect's last grab for something that could be his happiness, and Mukuro denied him that chance.
Surprisingly enough, anger wasn't his first choice of emotions to bubble up. Only mild surprise that the man had actually kept to his word and left without a trace. Mukuro didn't think much of it it should be easy to find the cloud guardian again if he was still affiliated with Vongola. And so, reluctantly to Vongola Decimo, did he go.
He was horribly disappointed to find out that his skylark was now on permanent research duty across the world with short reports coming in from a different location each month. The only one who wasn't surprised to see Mukuro asking about Kyouya in the first place was Chrome, who could get into his head whether he wanted her to or not, and Tsunayoshi himself, his hyper intuition alerting him of things... he'd probably be better off not knowing.
Any questions pertaining to love were eloquently disregarded by the mist guardian, as if he was trying to convince himself that the emotion he was being accused of was an illusion itself.
Tsuna didn't buy it.
Neither did Chrome.
But neither asked because it wasn't any of their business.
So with a major break in his plans, the vendicare prisoner decided that he'd have to enact some kind of revenge on his skylark for ruining delaying the inevitable (self-proclaimed by him of course) end to mafia all over the world.
After all, Mukuro Rokudo was a man who stuck to his schedule.