3369 drabbles
Author: alystar_zero | Zeriku
=_=_=_=Title: Perplexity
Series: KHR
Pairing: 3369
Rating: K+
Summary: Mukuro is not one to be perplexed by such trivial things.
Disclaimer: Don't own ;;
Note: Prompt from Ice Suzaku
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Mukuro contemplated as he lied on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He has been doing so since the past few hours, unmoving. Chrome once visited him and asked what was troubling him, and he just gave her a smile and told her it was just something trivial that she should not bother with it.
Chrome looked at him, disbelief in her eyes but nothing in her voice when she bade him goodnight.
He sighed. She was once a part of him (or was it the other way around?), so it’s no wonder that she can tell what he’s really feeling despite the perfect façades that he puts up.
Sitting up, he stared down at the dark navy duvet as though it would spit out some answers if he stared hard and long enough.
It didn’t.
“How troublesome.”
Swinging his feet over the side of the bed, he sat on the edge before standing up and walked towards the window, basking in the soft light the moon cast upon him. His odd-colored eyes focused at nowhere, clearly reflecting his mind.
Unfocused. Turmoil. Puzzlement.
A grim smile appeared. He must be overanalyzing things; after all, he always saw the young Vongola and his famiglia “help” each other, so he must be used seeing it, given the times of “helping” they made. Though what Mukuro didn’t take into account was that he only saw them help each other but never did they “help” him, considering the fact that he’s one of the strongest amongst them.
So it must be why he’s so perplexed right now when Sasagawa Ryohei decided to block the shots aimed at him earlier. The man got wounded in various places because of that, 2 of the shots wounding him fatally. And yet, despite his grave state, he had the mind to call Mukuro his “friend” and “a part of the famiglia”, regardless of how little interaction that they had prior to the mission.
Another sigh escaped his lips, tiredness suddenly flooding his body. Carrying the Sun Guardian back to the Vongola base was no easy feat, and his screaming muscles were his proof.
Trudging back to the bed, he shed off his coat and shirt and lied on the bed, inhaling deeply. Sleep swiftly crawled upon his being, though his mind flashed one last image of a certain grinning silver-haired man.
The last thought he had before sleep fully engulfed him was: “Sasagawa Ryohei, why do you confuse me so?”
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Title: Hidden Thoughts
Series: KHR
Pairing: 3369
Rating: K+
Summary: ( none D: )
Disclaimer: Don't own ;;
Note: Written for Ice Suzaku. Seriously, woman, stop giving me plot kittens. Jesus.
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Gray eyes gazed across the table, stealthily resting upon the form of a certain Mist guardian. They lingered for a bit, before gazing back to the talking brunette at the far end of the table, staying there until the eerie feeling of uncanny eyes stopped glancing around the room. After a second or two, they’ll slide back again towards the relaxed form across from him.
He was caught unaware, though, when the mismatched eyes were suddenly staring back at his gray ones, holding them in place. They stared at each other for… hell, he doesn’t even know for how long. All he knew was that he was staring at cool blue and fiery red and everything else seemed to have been banished from existence.
The Mist guardian’s eyes then narrowed with mirth, his lips twitching upwards into a smirk. Gray eyes suddenly tore away from the heated staring, focusing instead on the polished mahogany table.
Cursing mentally, Sasagawa Ryohei tried with all his might to not gaze back to the man across from him.
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Postscript:
Ryohei never liked wandering around the Vongola mansion during the night. Especially when the moon illuminates the grounds with a bluish hue that contrasts with the deep red velvets for window drapes. The color combination and the feeling it rouses reminds him of a certain person who constantly occupies his mind. It’s ironic though how the said person was always never really there.
Not this time though, for the hand the gripped his wrist was real, and so was the hot breath on his ear.
“I’m quite good at solving riddles, and your eyes held an interesting one earlier at the meeting. Even now.”
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Aha. Dude, where the hell is the hidden thoughts here? ;____;
/shoots self
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Title: Personal Space
Series: KHR
Pairing: 3369
Rating: K+
Summary: "Personal space between extreme buddies is extremely unnecessary!"
Disclaimer: Don't own ;;
Note: Ladeedah~ Oh. Prompt from You Know Who haha~
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"Sun-"
"Call me Ryohei! It's better than Sun guardian." He beamed, as always. Typical of the Sun guardian.
"...Ryohei, then." The name rolled off his tongue fluidly and with much ease that even Mukuro was surprised. But back to the business at hand.
"Ryohei," he repeated, for the sake of... something, "I li- love my personal space."
Ryohei stared at him blankly. Mukuro resisted the urge to sigh, resorting to just twitching an eyebrow.
“Personal space, Ryohei. Personal space.” He ground out, and, no, he’s not repeating Ryohei’s name on purpose. It’s some unconscious reflex of his brain and mouth. Conspiracy.
“I extremely don’t understand what you’re saying, Mukuro,” was Ryohei’s confused reply.
The Mist guardian sighed, rubbing his temple. Why, oh why was he stuck with Sasagawa Ryohei today??? And why is the Sun guardian’s arm resting around his shoulders? Why is he not shaking said arm off instead of telling Ryohei that he’s invading the so-called “personal space”? And, no, Mukuro’s not taking his sweet time in making Ryohei take his arm off of the Mist guardian’s shoulders by not directly saying “Take your arm off my shoulders” instead of the “I love my personal space” thingamajig.
“You’re invading my personal space, Ryohei.” Another confused look. Mukuro resisted the urge to strangle someone, which is quite hard since someone is in his “strangle” zone.
“Your arm.”
Ryohei looked at it. “My arm,” he said, and made an “o” with his mouth.
Mukuro plastered his smile back in his face. “Yes, your arm. It’s invading my personal space.”
“Oh…” Ryohei managed out, still staring at his arm that was resting around Mukuro’s shoulders. And his eyes were still fixed on it when he said, “Is my arm extremely heavy? Would you like me to take it off?”
The bluenette blinked, opened his mouth, and felt horrified at the words that escaped it.
“Not really. Just that it’s invading my personal space, and I love my personal space.” Now he was being redundant and contradicting himself. Twice the horror.
Ryohei’s eyes shifted from his arm to the odd colored ones that are fixed at him. They stared for a couple of seconds before the Sun guardian’s smile was back, wider than ever, Mukuro noticed.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure no one invades your personal space to the extreme!”
Mukuro gaped. Yes, gaped. It seems his brain was denied access to his jaw for it fell down without his consent. Nothing he can do about it now, right? And why’s Ryohei’s hold tightening? Maybe it’s just his imagination…
“That’s quite a generous offer, Ryohei.” Wow, he said it again! “If you’re intent on fulfilling it, why not start now?”
The blank expression returned. “Who’s invading your personal space? There’s only the two of us, if I’m not mistaken.”
Mukuro groaned. “You are invading my personal space. Your arm, to be precise.” Another contradiction.
Ryohei’s mouth formed an “o” again, before another smile settled on his lips. Wider than the last one, Mukuro noted yet again.
“Personal space between extreme buddies is extremely unnecessary! Now let’s go to Sawada and get our extreme mission!”
And Ryohei started walking, taking Mukuro along with him, his arm still on the illusionist’s shoulders. What’s curious is that the Sun guardian’s smile seemed to widen with each step, and that the Mist guardian could’ve thrown the other guy away from him but did not.
And that the Vongola Decimo nearly had a heart attack when the two of them entered, Ryohei’s arm comfortably settled against Mukuro’s shoulders. Good thing he had a paper bag in his drawer. Hyperventilation time.
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Done for the enjoyment of it :] OOCness is plentiful, yah?
=_=_=_=Title: Perplexity
Series: KHR
Pairing: 3369
Rating: K+
Summary: Mukuro is not one to be perplexed by such trivial things.
Disclaimer: Don't own ;;
Note: Prompt from Ice Suzaku
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Mukuro contemplated as he lied on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He has been doing so since the past few hours, unmoving. Chrome once visited him and asked what was troubling him, and he just gave her a smile and told her it was just something trivial that she should not bother with it.
Chrome looked at him, disbelief in her eyes but nothing in her voice when she bade him goodnight.
He sighed. She was once a part of him (or was it the other way around?), so it’s no wonder that she can tell what he’s really feeling despite the perfect façades that he puts up.
Sitting up, he stared down at the dark navy duvet as though it would spit out some answers if he stared hard and long enough.
It didn’t.
“How troublesome.”
Swinging his feet over the side of the bed, he sat on the edge before standing up and walked towards the window, basking in the soft light the moon cast upon him. His odd-colored eyes focused at nowhere, clearly reflecting his mind.
Unfocused. Turmoil. Puzzlement.
A grim smile appeared. He must be overanalyzing things; after all, he always saw the young Vongola and his famiglia “help” each other, so he must be used seeing it, given the times of “helping” they made. Though what Mukuro didn’t take into account was that he only saw them help each other but never did they “help” him, considering the fact that he’s one of the strongest amongst them.
So it must be why he’s so perplexed right now when Sasagawa Ryohei decided to block the shots aimed at him earlier. The man got wounded in various places because of that, 2 of the shots wounding him fatally. And yet, despite his grave state, he had the mind to call Mukuro his “friend” and “a part of the famiglia”, regardless of how little interaction that they had prior to the mission.
Another sigh escaped his lips, tiredness suddenly flooding his body. Carrying the Sun Guardian back to the Vongola base was no easy feat, and his screaming muscles were his proof.
Trudging back to the bed, he shed off his coat and shirt and lied on the bed, inhaling deeply. Sleep swiftly crawled upon his being, though his mind flashed one last image of a certain grinning silver-haired man.
The last thought he had before sleep fully engulfed him was: “Sasagawa Ryohei, why do you confuse me so?”
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Title: Hidden Thoughts
Series: KHR
Pairing: 3369
Rating: K+
Summary: ( none D: )
Disclaimer: Don't own ;;
Note: Written for Ice Suzaku. Seriously, woman, stop giving me plot kittens. Jesus.
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Gray eyes gazed across the table, stealthily resting upon the form of a certain Mist guardian. They lingered for a bit, before gazing back to the talking brunette at the far end of the table, staying there until the eerie feeling of uncanny eyes stopped glancing around the room. After a second or two, they’ll slide back again towards the relaxed form across from him.
He was caught unaware, though, when the mismatched eyes were suddenly staring back at his gray ones, holding them in place. They stared at each other for… hell, he doesn’t even know for how long. All he knew was that he was staring at cool blue and fiery red and everything else seemed to have been banished from existence.
The Mist guardian’s eyes then narrowed with mirth, his lips twitching upwards into a smirk. Gray eyes suddenly tore away from the heated staring, focusing instead on the polished mahogany table.
Cursing mentally, Sasagawa Ryohei tried with all his might to not gaze back to the man across from him.
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Postscript:
Ryohei never liked wandering around the Vongola mansion during the night. Especially when the moon illuminates the grounds with a bluish hue that contrasts with the deep red velvets for window drapes. The color combination and the feeling it rouses reminds him of a certain person who constantly occupies his mind. It’s ironic though how the said person was always never really there.
Not this time though, for the hand the gripped his wrist was real, and so was the hot breath on his ear.
“I’m quite good at solving riddles, and your eyes held an interesting one earlier at the meeting. Even now.”
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Aha. Dude, where the hell is the hidden thoughts here? ;____;
/shoots self
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Title: Personal Space
Series: KHR
Pairing: 3369
Rating: K+
Summary: "Personal space between extreme buddies is extremely unnecessary!"
Disclaimer: Don't own ;;
Note: Ladeedah~ Oh. Prompt from You Know Who haha~
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"Sun-"
"Call me Ryohei! It's better than Sun guardian." He beamed, as always. Typical of the Sun guardian.
"...Ryohei, then." The name rolled off his tongue fluidly and with much ease that even Mukuro was surprised. But back to the business at hand.
"Ryohei," he repeated, for the sake of... something, "I li- love my personal space."
Ryohei stared at him blankly. Mukuro resisted the urge to sigh, resorting to just twitching an eyebrow.
“Personal space, Ryohei. Personal space.” He ground out, and, no, he’s not repeating Ryohei’s name on purpose. It’s some unconscious reflex of his brain and mouth. Conspiracy.
“I extremely don’t understand what you’re saying, Mukuro,” was Ryohei’s confused reply.
The Mist guardian sighed, rubbing his temple. Why, oh why was he stuck with Sasagawa Ryohei today??? And why is the Sun guardian’s arm resting around his shoulders? Why is he not shaking said arm off instead of telling Ryohei that he’s invading the so-called “personal space”? And, no, Mukuro’s not taking his sweet time in making Ryohei take his arm off of the Mist guardian’s shoulders by not directly saying “Take your arm off my shoulders” instead of the “I love my personal space” thingamajig.
“You’re invading my personal space, Ryohei.” Another confused look. Mukuro resisted the urge to strangle someone, which is quite hard since someone is in his “strangle” zone.
“Your arm.”
Ryohei looked at it. “My arm,” he said, and made an “o” with his mouth.
Mukuro plastered his smile back in his face. “Yes, your arm. It’s invading my personal space.”
“Oh…” Ryohei managed out, still staring at his arm that was resting around Mukuro’s shoulders. And his eyes were still fixed on it when he said, “Is my arm extremely heavy? Would you like me to take it off?”
The bluenette blinked, opened his mouth, and felt horrified at the words that escaped it.
“Not really. Just that it’s invading my personal space, and I love my personal space.” Now he was being redundant and contradicting himself. Twice the horror.
Ryohei’s eyes shifted from his arm to the odd colored ones that are fixed at him. They stared for a couple of seconds before the Sun guardian’s smile was back, wider than ever, Mukuro noticed.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure no one invades your personal space to the extreme!”
Mukuro gaped. Yes, gaped. It seems his brain was denied access to his jaw for it fell down without his consent. Nothing he can do about it now, right? And why’s Ryohei’s hold tightening? Maybe it’s just his imagination…
“That’s quite a generous offer, Ryohei.” Wow, he said it again! “If you’re intent on fulfilling it, why not start now?”
The blank expression returned. “Who’s invading your personal space? There’s only the two of us, if I’m not mistaken.”
Mukuro groaned. “You are invading my personal space. Your arm, to be precise.” Another contradiction.
Ryohei’s mouth formed an “o” again, before another smile settled on his lips. Wider than the last one, Mukuro noted yet again.
“Personal space between extreme buddies is extremely unnecessary! Now let’s go to Sawada and get our extreme mission!”
And Ryohei started walking, taking Mukuro along with him, his arm still on the illusionist’s shoulders. What’s curious is that the Sun guardian’s smile seemed to widen with each step, and that the Mist guardian could’ve thrown the other guy away from him but did not.
And that the Vongola Decimo nearly had a heart attack when the two of them entered, Ryohei’s arm comfortably settled against Mukuro’s shoulders. Good thing he had a paper bag in his drawer. Hyperventilation time.
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Done for the enjoyment of it :] OOCness is plentiful, yah?