Katekyou Hitman Reborn! - Sillage {Rokudou Mukuro X OC}

Appetence

Her lips were soft and moved with his somewhat hesitantly. He held her fragile figure in his arms, afraid she'll run. Nervous of her reaction, he didn't want to let go or pull away. She tasted like mandarins, peculiar, but he supposed she'd eaten some beforehand. It was also rather nice to know it was her first - obvious since she seemed to not know what she was doing. Fine for him, as he preferred being in control anyway. She just continued to get cuter and more desirable.

Her small hand tugged at the front of his jacket; in panic or reciprocation, he didn't know. Natsuo didn't seem to despise it, otherwise she would have ripped her hand away from his and pushed him away. Which, she hasn't done thus far.

There was a lot of negative things that could happen, that Mukuro was little prepared for. The worst would probably be not being able to see her again. He didn't want to resort to stalking. He did doubt that would happen; although considering he wasn't the best human being on Earth, adding molestation onto the list... Well it could go extremely badly.

Technically, she didn't seem to take it as being molested, that was uplifting. She did say he could do as he wanted as well, as forward as kissing her was.

All things have an end, as short or long as they may be - everything ends. Unfortunately, the short seconds he spent embracing her lips ended too. She didn't hit him as soon as he moved away, first good sign. However, she did raise a hand to her mouth, covering it in what seemed to be surprise. He didn't need the hand to know she was surprised, her wide eyes and the way she stared at him - they were enough.

He felt regretful immediately, not to mention he was even surprised at his own actions. As great as it was, perhaps it was too soon. She probably hadn't even sorted out her own feelings for him, and they were probably just platonic anyway.

Next time, he won't go with the heat of the moment.

Although, it seemed like she was dragged into it a little as well. Considering her reaction. Natsuo quickly averted her eyes to the ground, flushing a bright red. She was rather anxious, and the throbbing of her heart wouldn't stop.

She needed advice, why did her heart palpitate when he was around? Why did she feel lonely when he wasn't? Why did she have so many urges to touch him? She felt uneasy when he wasn't there.

Every time she shut her eyes, she'd see his face in the darkness. The sight of him by the falling cherry blossoms was burned into her memory. The Orphic sight that she couldn't forget.

Would it be okay to trust him? To accept him? To be on his side no matter what? Because she couldn't help the craving, the devotion her heart had towards him.

So long as he loved her, it would be alright. She can love everything about him, even the criminal parts. Isn't that what accepting someone as who they are - is?

Not that she was okay with some parts, but dealing with them was easier than stopping him. It was the mafia, she shouldn't expect things to be easy. 

Letting out a wry smile at her, Mukuro took another step back. "I should be going then." 

For whatever reason, Natsuo found herself hating those words. She didn't want him to leave so quickly, as selfish as it was. She was ill, and yet she wanted him to stay around her for longer. 

What did she want from him anyway? Why was she so obsessed all of a sudden... 

It was almost like she'd die without him.

Just as he'd turned around, with purple mist beginning to surround him, she'd grabbed the back of his jacket tightly. Successfully stopping him in moving any further, but she didn't know what to do now. She stared nervously at her hands, gripping onto the green material. Her head swung down to face the floor however, after seeing him turn back to look at her. Hiding her bright red face from him since it was far too embarrassing for her to show. 

He seemed to be waiting for her to say something, or at least do something. She did eventually speak, in a voice lower than a whisper and shakier than a crying child. Any kind of tone her voice took, Mukuro found he loved it anyway. The words she spoke with that heaven like voice of hers, they were even better. Especially when they're thoughtful and kind. 

He supposed even abuse in her tone of voice sounds adorable. 

Even though her voice was almost impossible to make out and hear, he heard loud and clear.

"Please don't leave just yet..." 

It was all he needed to stop himself from disappearing. 

Mandarin tart. That was where the orange flavour came from. She brought it out for tea, since she'd just made it this morning. He could tell she'd had some already, since there was a rather large wedge missing. So she likes sweets as well, that's interesting to know. 

He mentioned that he preferred chocolate desserts, and she could only apologise for not having any. Mukuro didn't mind one bit. In fact, her constantly blushing cheeks was better than chocolate. He thought it was weird that she was acting normal after everything. Seems like she's just acting that way.

Although she didn't have any chocolate treats, she did have cocoa. So instead of tea, he was drinking that. It was fascinating to see an almost whole tart gone in less than ten minutes. He'd only had the smallest slice, whereas Natsuo was burning through the sweet like it was nothing. She continued to get cuter and more and more enticing. Just how smitten toward her will he get?

Instead of stealing her away, he was the one being stolen instead.

"I'm going to cook dinner, do you have any preferences?" Natsuo asked before returning to the kitchen with the plates and dirty cups. Mukuro thought for a while, whether he should stay or not. It didn't last very long, he was definitely staying. 

"I don't like spicy food." He answered bluntly, again, seeming apathetic. She grinned brashly at him before nodding and agreeing, she seemed to not like spice either. Not much of a surprise considering she had already painted herself as a sweets person.
His smile returned soon afterwards as he followed her into the kitchen, sitting himself down at the dining table. He had a rather good view, although the counter was obstructing most of her lower body - he still had the stunning sight of her face as she cooked though. 

He might of been getting ahead of himself by imagining her future self there cooking for him. He didn't see her in his memories from the future, so he could only guess that they never met in that parallel world. A shame, it truly was. 

Author's note:

All of the chapters are unedited and will more than likely contain grammatical errors.