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

Gezellig

After a while of just watching her root through cupboards, chop up ingredients, and stand by an oven, he got tired. Watching her wasn't boring, especially since she seemed overly aware of his presence. Problem was, she didn't pay much attention to him - someone who almost lived for it now. 

What else should he do other than distract her? 

He wanted those beautiful eyes focused on him, nothing else. Even if it was food for him, he didn't need it - she was his food. 

The chair cluttered a little against the floor when he pushed it back to stand up. He noticed her jump at the noise and peek round to see what the problem was. She only averted her eyes as soon as they met his. It wasn't insulting, after all, she'd just called them exquisite an hour or so ago. Mukuro didn't really know why she liked his eyes so much, although she seemed to stop looking at them the same way she used to. Perhaps because he said it was because of human experiments that he earned it. 

He never said he didn't like it. The power was helpful at the very least. 

She used to look at them as though they were jewels, and it was nice to know that she wasn't afraid of them. Now, however, she treated them as something more fragile. He wanted to know everything that was going on in her mind, not just the first layer he saw outside. When was she going to lay herself bare before him? 

He'd already revealed the darkest parts of himself. Wasn't it about her time? 

Well, he didn't expect her not to look at him differently after everything. At least it wasn't with pity. Perhaps he'll find out everything tonight, he couldn't wait for it to come. Not to mention she looked far too inviting, wearing an apron, tasting different ingredients and sauces - did she have to make it look so erotic... At least in his eyes. Licking her finger innocently was not in any way erotic. 

His thoughts were just going wild. It did pass the time rather quickly though.

Moving behind her, he peered over her shoulder. Beginning to smirk when he saw her body shiver from the closeness, and the clear mixing of their varying warmths. Her hands shook a little as she stirred the soup, dropping in the tofu. Clearly, she was nervous to have Mukuro's seven inch taller frame tower over her. He was a giant compared to her. 

Italians were seemingly the hopeless romantics - she could vouch for that. After that sudden short kiss shared in the garden, not to mention his clear affection towards her. She usually ignored it since she didn't know what it meant, nor how to answer it. It was getting harder and harder to ignore though. Her body seemed to be reacting a lot more to him recently, and she hadn't a clue about whether it was good or not. 

Momentarily forgetting he was practically leaned against her back, she scooped up some of the soup with a spoon. It was a habit, a bad one of hers, to eat while cooking - under the guise of tasting it. She couldn't count how many times she's stuck her finger in the pan. 

Placing her finger in the hot soup, she'd just about grazed her lips when a gloved hand grabbed her wrist. He pulled her hand back and shoved her finger in his own mouth instead. Successfully startling her half to death. She squealed and spun around completely red in the face, as if she'd just ran a marathon. 

"Wh-Wha-What are you d-doing!?" 

Her flustered expression was divine. He'd discovered so many of her emotions in the period of a single day, perhaps the best day he's had in a while. Except meeting her. He found the taste was rather good though, the soup's. 

"It's good." Was his offhand comment. Only making the poor girl blush even further. Sensing her discomfort, he retracted his hands and took a step back. A composed yet unsatisfied smile on his face was enough to make Natsuo feel bad. "I was kidding."

His last words didn't make her feel any better. Clearly he wasn't kidding, he was doing as he wanted, like what she told him to do. Swallowing, quite forcibly, her anxiousness, she cleared her throat.

"I... Don't mind." Avoiding his gaze like it was the plague, she continued to say, "Just startled." 

Grabbing her chopsticks on the side, completely on a whim. She picked up some steamed vegetables from the plate she'd already made. Actually, she was supposed to be presenting it all by now. 

She turned to him, holding her hands underneath the food to catch it should it drop. Then, she held it out to him with an amused smile. He didn't seem to understand what she was trying to do, but he wasn't going to be hand fed. 

"Since you're impatient, I'll feed you here." He didn't know whether to be annoyed, happy, or surprised. She'd suddenly gained the guts to propose feeding him... and she was okay with it. Then again, did he really want to be treated like that?

Yes.

It was much more enjoyable to eat from her hands than his own. Not to mention she actually fed him the entire meal - ignoring her own. That was bliss, in all of it's meaning. Natsuo did eventually realise what she was doing towards the end. As told by the steadily darkening blush on her cheeks and ears. 

He wasn't going to allow her to stop - he was actually enjoying it. Despite standing in the middle of her kitchen. 

It was possibly the strangest dinner he'd had. He didn't count the ones consisting of convenience store bentos and chocolate balls. Seems like the table was unnecessary. 

That kotatsu in the living room as well. It was more than comfortable, he never wanted to leave it. He didn't need to for a while actually, since Natsuo ate her food there. He wondered why she had a kotatsu out in spring, but didn't bother questioning it since the wind was a bit cold. 

She probably just couldn't be bothered to put it away. Since by the look of it, she lived alone. 

Mukuro wasn't going to deny comfort, especially since he's used to sleeping on an old sofa in Kokuyo land. Not to mention the noise and cheap food. Although it was rather foreign a concept for him, there was no point in questioning hospitality. Especially when it's the best he's ever received. 

"Is there anything you need?" Natsuo spoke up after finishing her lukewarm meal. Her soft and compassionate voice rung through his ears like a fine tune. He never wanted to stop hearing it, and seeing the way her lips moved as she spoke. It was tempting, he couldn't help but admit to being attracted to her lips. 

Was it okay to kiss her again? Because he so dearly wanted to feel her flushed lips against his again. 

Sighing, Mukuro dropped back onto the floor. Chuckling a little after hearing Natsuo squeak in surprise. She was far too concerned for someone like him, he was undeserving. 

"I'm taking a nap." 

Hopefully it would stop his delusions even a little bit. If he dreamt them all now, perhaps they would stop leaking into his mind when awake. 

Natsuo smiled at the tuft of hair visible from her position. She loved the fact that he had quite defining hair, it suited him so well it was attractive. Not to say that he wasn't an attractive person anyway, no, he was maybe one of the most handsome people she's met. Actually, he probably takes the top as she doesn't know that many people. 

"Okay."

Author's Note: 

It's 1:30AM. I believe this still has perhaps another mistake in it, I don't know. All of the chapters more than likely do.