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

Lux Brumalis

Christmas and New years was just around the corner and Natsuo had no plans for either. Mukuro didn't seem the type to celebrate them as well - not to say Natsuo didn't used to celebrate. 

She was planning on visiting the shrine once before the new year starts. For Christmas she just thought of cooking a larger, and much more nutritious (than boxed bento), dinner for everyone at Kokuyo, and maybe some treats for those Vongola people. They were, in one way or another, 'friends/acquaintances' of Mukuro's and seemed to have 'looked after' him. Loosely speaking. 

As it turns out, sleeping over at Kokuyo during the winter was like roughing it out in the alps with nothing but a sleeping bag. It was freezing, even with the thick blankets she made sure to order. Just how were the others sleeping? She only recalled Mukuro ever having a bed - that she bought and gave to him. Natsuo wasn't sure whether she could respect that or not. 

In addition to the already frosty air, extremely icy fingers glazed over her skin indifferent to both the cold and her shivers. She wasn't a heater for him to warm his hands on. With all the grogginess from sleep and the natural cold, having even colder hands wandering over her back and stomach - it's easy to say she won't be staying over for a while. At least get a heater, maybe then she'll think again. 
She can deal with his naturally chilly hands but chilly in addition to freezing cold air... It was a surprise hypothermia hadn't caught her in its grasp yet.

"...Mukuro-san..." She mumbled wearily, just wanting to sleep in for once, "Your hands are cold." 

He did make a grumbly sound in reply but his hands didn't move. Instead his grip just got tighter. Perhaps she overlooked the situation getting worse by speaking up.

Waiting a moment more, ignoring her lowering body temperature, she sighed quietly to herself. She'd been thinking a lot recently and the result of it always left her in a saddened mood. Of course she understood her fears were baseless and not to mention selfish, but it couldn't be helped from someone in her position. 

It was such a surreal position. How had she managed to even get there? She couldn't remember anymore. She didn't regret her decision, not by a long shot. In fact it was possibly the best decision she'd ever made - as bittersweet as it may be. 

Alas the inevitable is just, you cannot escape such a thing. And he is, no matter how much he denies it, a part of the mafia. Not just any mafia organisation either, the strongest and most influential. 

If that wasn't a problem or thorn, Natsuo didn't know what would be. Since she wasn't mafia material, she wasn't suited to battle or violence like Mukuro - she was his complete opposite. It was tricky to enjoy herself knowing that everything, her happiness, was bound to change and vanish before she knew it. The future is still very much unknown, there's no telling what kind of disasters will befall her or them, the Vongola. 

With these thoughts plaguing her mind, she wriggled around to face Mukuro - or his chest. He was completely unconscious, and Natsuo smiled while thinking he slept too much. There was no doubt in her mind that she'd miss this. The worst feeling was not knowing when it will end. 

But as she tried to go back to sleep, all she could think were the same things over and over. Eventually her eyes began to sting. She didn't want to cry, especially in front of him - asleep or not. Yet her throat tightened as silent sobs hiccupped out. Feeling tears streaming off her face, dampening the quilts, she felt the need to get out. 

Being wrapped up in his arms was usually comforting, but now it just felt suffocating. Was it because at some point she'd have to get used to not feeling it? Either way, she didn't want him to wake up and be met with the sight of her crying.