Curiosity-(KHR fanfic/ Mukuro × Tsuna)

Chapter seven

( Original = Normal

Italic = Dream

Bold / Italic = Thought / memory )

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~~Chapter seven~~

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Tsuna sat on the bed, staring into the fire across from him. The flames twisted and danced. The longer he looked into the flames, the more he began to think of another flame entirely. The flame of the storm.

How was Gokudera? Tsuna wondered wistfully. How was everyone of his family that he was forced to leave behind? Were they safe? Were they worried? Were they searching, even now, after so much time has passed?

He wanted to see them. He yearned to see their faces, to hear their voices.

Gokudera. Yamamoto. Onii-san. Lambo. Chrome. Hibari-san. Reborn.

Minna....

He let his eyes close, shutting away the images in those flames. The images of his family calling out to him.

A slight shift of the bed made him frown, his brow furrowing. He knew who It was. It could only be but one person.

After all, this room, this world...it was made by him.

"Oya, is the Decimo feeling abandoned?" The mocking amused voice seemed to caress Tsuna's ears, making him fight a shudder. He could not stop the rush of goosebumps that were clear for all to see-if there were any others to see, that is.

Tsuna felt him slide closer, the heat from his body bringing his pulse jumping to his throat to be trapped there like a living, frenzied thing. Smooth, sardonic laughter came from the illusionist as he no doubt noticed his reaction to his close proximity, but did not make any move to fluster the brunette more. Mukuro leaned back on his arms and became quiet.

Tsuna peeked at him from beneath lowered lashes, wondering if he asked, if the illusionist would answer.

The other man noticed. "Oya? Do you have something to ask me, little mouse?"

Hesitantly, he nodded.

Mukuro waited patiently, that smile never leaving his lips.

Tsuna bit his bottom lip, before he turned back to the illusionist. Determined golden-brown eye's met crimson and blue ones.

Mukuro blinked, before a shadow passed over his face. Tsuna could not decipher it, though, as Mukuro suddenly let his head fall back as he started laughing, his body shaking with his amusement.

Tsuna simply watched him as he had his fit of hilarity, anger bubbling underneath his skin and steadily rising to a boil.

What was so funny? He did not find it amusing at all.

When Mukuro finally calmed down, he lifted his head to stare at Tsuna with an unreadable expression, all trace of amusement gone as though it were never there. "Do you wish to know about everyone else?"

It did not surprise him that he knew what he wanted to ask, though it should, he suppose. He did not hesitate.

He nodded.

Mukuro turned on his side towards Tsuna, one palm holding up his head. His long hair trailed over his shoulder and brushed against Tsuna's bare thigh, tickling the sensitive skin. The illusionist looked up through heavy-lidded eyes, as seductive as a siren, and just as dangerous. "They forgot about you,"