KHR: Neighbor Before Home 2/4.
So this is the second exchange fic I made with lady_androgene, it's kind of... strange.
Title: Neighbor Before Home.
Rating: T.
Pairing: 6927.
Timeline: AU TYL.
Summary: They say that before you look for a place to live in, you should check for who lives next door.
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Sawada Tsunayoshi and Rokudo Mukuro became neighbors two years ago when Mukuro moved into Namimori town. Some would wonder why the Italian moved into a small town all the way in Japan, others would wonder why the guy had a Japanese name in the first place.
Tsuna didn't wonder about any of that though, he was too busy getting a hold on the last bits of his sanity.
You see, he and Mukuro weren't on good terms. Scratch that, they were kind of having a war with each other that went on for the next two years, making all the people living in their apartment building sigh tiredly whenever an argument between them broke out, probably because Mukuro was being a cheap bastard again.
Why can't they just sleep with each other already?
When Tsuna helped an elder lady living in the second floor of the apartment building with her grocery, he didn't expect that she would invite him over. He also didn't expect for her to make him sit and listen to her ramblings about her thousand cats, forcing him to stay until she was finished with introducing them all to him.
Two hours had passed.
She was still introducing the first cat.
He needed sleep.
Badly.
So you can't blame him for being so overjoyed when the bell had rang. He thanked his savior inwardly as he got up and headed towards the door, eagerly offering for the old lady to open it (and then stealthily get out while at it.)
It was the perfect crim- err escape.
Except, his savior turned out to be Mukuro, who engaged in a confused blinking contest with him upon opening the door.
In his shock, Tsuna forgot to run away. A thing that made him curse as the old lady dragged both him and Mukuro inside, locking the door with ten keys that she took with her as she went to the kitchen to make them some tea.
The two just stayed there, surrounded by cats from all sides.
"Why are you even here anyway?" Tsuna asked after a minute of silence.
"She said that she'll invite me over chocolate chip cookies, I'm weak against those." Looking at the grim face of his neighbor and the fact that there was a cat stabbing his legs with its claws, Mukuro grimaced. "Though I think going along with her was a very bad idea, huh?"
"Very." Tsuna nodded sagely.
The old lady returned with tea, milk and chocolate chip cookies then.
In addition to nine hundred and ninety nine cat biographies.
"How can she have so many cats? Where did she get them?" Mukuro whispered after three hours had passed.
"I don't know, I don't want to know," Tsuna whispered back. "What number are we on now?"
"Three."
Tsuna sobbed.
Mukuro patted his back in understanding.
It was then that the phone rang, and the old lady went to pick it up. And what do you know? The phone was in another room.
Tsuna and Mukuro immediately ran to the fire escape, not wasting this golden chance. Only to see that the stairs leading from this apartment to the top floors were locked up and unreachably high above them.
"If only I could reach there, I could pick-lock it easily," Mukuro looked up thoughtfully.
I'm totally changing my door locks if I got out of here. "I'll carry you, make it quick," Tsuna said, kneeling a bit so the other could stable himself.
Mukuro stared at him for a minute before he shrugged and did as he was told. Now I've seen everything.
Okay, didn't expect for him to be this heavy. "Y-You like sweets very much, huh?"
Mukuro's eyes narrowed as he was trying to reach out to the lock and shifted upwards. "I don't like what you're implying. Go righ- yes perfect, now stop."
As Mukuro was adjusting his position, Tsuna had another dilemma other than his neighbor's weight. "Mukuro, your crotch is in front of my face."
"Really now?" Mukuro's voice sounded too pleased for his liking. "Sorry." He didn't sound sorry at all.
And the next thing he knows, he wasn't carrying Mukuro anymore.
Instead, his neighbor was above him and getting the stairs upwards, leaving him trapped in the fire escape all alone.
"Long live the king," Mukuro called out before he vanished.
Tsuna only stared in disbelief.
"There you are!" the old lady exclaimed before dragging him inside, again.
That... utter... bastard!
"May I help you?" Mukuro, eyebrows raised in annoyance, asked the group that was looking at him in awe and standing in his doorway.
"It's really him! He truly exists!" One of the group shouted suddenly, causing the others to uproar in agreement and glee.
And before Mukuro could ask about what the hell did they mean, the group was carrying him out of the apartment building saying, "All hail the Pineapple King!"
What the actual fuck?!
And as the group passed by Tsuna, Mukuro looked at the knowing smirk he had and knew that he was the one responsible. "You'll pay for this, Sawada Tsunayoshi!"
"Long live the king," Tsuna only called out before he burst into a laughing fit.
The problem when you get one pizza order to the sixth floor of an apartment building is that two people would always say that they were the ones who ordered it, and then a fight would always break out.
"I ordered that, Tsunayoshi."
"I'm sorry to tell you that you didn't, I ordered three large pizzas for my friends' gathering, and this fits with my order."
"Well guess what? I ordered three large pizzas too, my gang will arrive this night."
See?
Clearing his throat, the pizza delivery guy suggested, "Why don't you two make out and the first one who makes the other moan will be the winner? We'll call them: The Moaning Games."
The two stared at him.
Then they stared at each other, looking as though they were seriously considering the idea.
Then they stared at him again.
Then they stared at each other.
"You take the pizza."
The pizza delivery guy, name tag: Dino, looked as the two split ways, probably going to bring the pizza themselves.
It worked with me and Yamamoto! He inwardly defended.
"What is the meaning of this?" Tsuna asked immediately when Mukuro opened the door.
Mukuro looked at the book titled: "Virgin At 24: How To Change That In 3 Days" before he laughed. "I thought that I could be at help."
"The mail man looked at me with pity when he gave me this. He even said that he could hook me up with someone tonigh- this is not funny, Mukuro!" Tsuna noted, not that his neighbor could hear him; for he was rolling on the floor and laughing his head off. "I'm not, you know?"
"You're not what?"
"A virgin."
"Oh." Mukuro only nodded.
The next day, Tsuna received another package.
A book titled: "Therapy For The Delusional: How To Accept The Fact that You're 24 And Still A Virgin".
Damn it, Mukuro!
Part Three.
Title: Neighbor Before Home.
Rating: T.
Pairing: 6927.
Timeline: AU TYL.
Summary: They say that before you look for a place to live in, you should check for who lives next door.
----
Sawada Tsunayoshi and Rokudo Mukuro became neighbors two years ago when Mukuro moved into Namimori town. Some would wonder why the Italian moved into a small town all the way in Japan, others would wonder why the guy had a Japanese name in the first place.
Tsuna didn't wonder about any of that though, he was too busy getting a hold on the last bits of his sanity.
You see, he and Mukuro weren't on good terms. Scratch that, they were kind of having a war with each other that went on for the next two years, making all the people living in their apartment building sigh tiredly whenever an argument between them broke out, probably because Mukuro was being a cheap bastard again.
Why can't they just sleep with each other already?
When Tsuna helped an elder lady living in the second floor of the apartment building with her grocery, he didn't expect that she would invite him over. He also didn't expect for her to make him sit and listen to her ramblings about her thousand cats, forcing him to stay until she was finished with introducing them all to him.
Two hours had passed.
She was still introducing the first cat.
He needed sleep.
Badly.
So you can't blame him for being so overjoyed when the bell had rang. He thanked his savior inwardly as he got up and headed towards the door, eagerly offering for the old lady to open it (and then stealthily get out while at it.)
It was the perfect crim- err escape.
Except, his savior turned out to be Mukuro, who engaged in a confused blinking contest with him upon opening the door.
In his shock, Tsuna forgot to run away. A thing that made him curse as the old lady dragged both him and Mukuro inside, locking the door with ten keys that she took with her as she went to the kitchen to make them some tea.
The two just stayed there, surrounded by cats from all sides.
"Why are you even here anyway?" Tsuna asked after a minute of silence.
"She said that she'll invite me over chocolate chip cookies, I'm weak against those." Looking at the grim face of his neighbor and the fact that there was a cat stabbing his legs with its claws, Mukuro grimaced. "Though I think going along with her was a very bad idea, huh?"
"Very." Tsuna nodded sagely.
The old lady returned with tea, milk and chocolate chip cookies then.
In addition to nine hundred and ninety nine cat biographies.
"How can she have so many cats? Where did she get them?" Mukuro whispered after three hours had passed.
"I don't know, I don't want to know," Tsuna whispered back. "What number are we on now?"
"Three."
Tsuna sobbed.
Mukuro patted his back in understanding.
It was then that the phone rang, and the old lady went to pick it up. And what do you know? The phone was in another room.
Tsuna and Mukuro immediately ran to the fire escape, not wasting this golden chance. Only to see that the stairs leading from this apartment to the top floors were locked up and unreachably high above them.
"If only I could reach there, I could pick-lock it easily," Mukuro looked up thoughtfully.
I'm totally changing my door locks if I got out of here. "I'll carry you, make it quick," Tsuna said, kneeling a bit so the other could stable himself.
Mukuro stared at him for a minute before he shrugged and did as he was told. Now I've seen everything.
Okay, didn't expect for him to be this heavy. "Y-You like sweets very much, huh?"
Mukuro's eyes narrowed as he was trying to reach out to the lock and shifted upwards. "I don't like what you're implying. Go righ- yes perfect, now stop."
As Mukuro was adjusting his position, Tsuna had another dilemma other than his neighbor's weight. "Mukuro, your crotch is in front of my face."
"Really now?" Mukuro's voice sounded too pleased for his liking. "Sorry." He didn't sound sorry at all.
And the next thing he knows, he wasn't carrying Mukuro anymore.
Instead, his neighbor was above him and getting the stairs upwards, leaving him trapped in the fire escape all alone.
"Long live the king," Mukuro called out before he vanished.
Tsuna only stared in disbelief.
"There you are!" the old lady exclaimed before dragging him inside, again.
That... utter... bastard!
"May I help you?" Mukuro, eyebrows raised in annoyance, asked the group that was looking at him in awe and standing in his doorway.
"It's really him! He truly exists!" One of the group shouted suddenly, causing the others to uproar in agreement and glee.
And before Mukuro could ask about what the hell did they mean, the group was carrying him out of the apartment building saying, "All hail the Pineapple King!"
What the actual fuck?!
And as the group passed by Tsuna, Mukuro looked at the knowing smirk he had and knew that he was the one responsible. "You'll pay for this, Sawada Tsunayoshi!"
"Long live the king," Tsuna only called out before he burst into a laughing fit.
The problem when you get one pizza order to the sixth floor of an apartment building is that two people would always say that they were the ones who ordered it, and then a fight would always break out.
"I ordered that, Tsunayoshi."
"I'm sorry to tell you that you didn't, I ordered three large pizzas for my friends' gathering, and this fits with my order."
"Well guess what? I ordered three large pizzas too, my gang will arrive this night."
See?
Clearing his throat, the pizza delivery guy suggested, "Why don't you two make out and the first one who makes the other moan will be the winner? We'll call them: The Moaning Games."
The two stared at him.
Then they stared at each other, looking as though they were seriously considering the idea.
Then they stared at him again.
Then they stared at each other.
"You take the pizza."
The pizza delivery guy, name tag: Dino, looked as the two split ways, probably going to bring the pizza themselves.
It worked with me and Yamamoto! He inwardly defended.
"What is the meaning of this?" Tsuna asked immediately when Mukuro opened the door.
Mukuro looked at the book titled: "Virgin At 24: How To Change That In 3 Days" before he laughed. "I thought that I could be at help."
"The mail man looked at me with pity when he gave me this. He even said that he could hook me up with someone tonigh- this is not funny, Mukuro!" Tsuna noted, not that his neighbor could hear him; for he was rolling on the floor and laughing his head off. "I'm not, you know?"
"You're not what?"
"A virgin."
"Oh." Mukuro only nodded.
The next day, Tsuna received another package.
A book titled: "Therapy For The Delusional: How To Accept The Fact that You're 24 And Still A Virgin".
Damn it, Mukuro!
Part Three.