Mukuro stands in Tsuna's office, immensely entertained by the way blood drains from his employer's face as he goes over his report.
It takes a while, but Mukuro doesn't move. Though, he can't quite control the grin stretching his lips upwards.
Tsunayoshi's reactions are always so amusing.
Eventually he finishes. Sets the folder on the desk. Takes a deep breath.
"Mukuro?"
"Yes, Tsunayoshi?"
"You're fired."
Mukuro feels the grin on his face grow even more. It probably looks deranged by now, which is exactly what he's aiming for.
"I'm both a freelancer and your Mist Guardian. You can't fire me."
"Yeah?"
Tsuna takes a clean sheet of paper from one of his drawers and scribbles something on it fast. When he's done, he lights a finger and pushes a flame seal under the note. Then he gets up, walks up to Mukuro and pushes the paper into his hands.
Mukuro looks at it. The simple chicken scratch words of, 'Mukuro, you're fired,' sit on it, complete with the ridiculously lavish Vongola Decimo's signature, sealed with Sky flames.
"Very funny, but you and I both know that this isn't-"
"Legal? I know," Tsuna says and leans close, standing on tiptoes to speak right into his ear. "Sue me."
He turns and leaves the office without another word. The door clicks shut behind him.
Mukuro releases a breath he didn't know he was holding and blatantly ignores the weird feeling somewhere under his ribcage.
Well, he just got fired which kind of sucks, but he's also alone in Tsuna's office and Mukuro has always wondered what kind of secrets his desk hides—
His phone vibrates and he pulls it out of his pocket to check the newest message from Tsuna.
'Touch my desk and I will tell Chrome what you did to that poor girl on your last blind date.'
On second thought, Tsuna's desk is boring anyway. Definitely not worth Chrome's disappointed look.
