Sunny Days in Italy

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[It's a rather nice day, today. Sunny, but not too sunny, pleasantly warm with a Mediterranean breeze coming up the hills of a small, old seaside town in southern Italy. Mukuro's bored, so in Guido Greco's body he's going for a stroll, just to feel the real wind and smell the real salt air. Illusions grow repetitive after so many years, after all, and sometimes one has to experience the real world to keep the imagination active. So he's walking through the Saturday market, enjoying a whole fresh tomato and wondering how long it'll take for Sawada Tsunayoshi to notice that he never called from the air port. His cell phone is off, of course -- it's more fun to let them all wonder where he's gotten off to.]

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[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

[ --in fact, Tsuna has noticed. That would explain why he's currently wandering around the quaint Italian town, in search of his renegade Mist guardian. Technically, this isn't something he would normally have the time to do anymore, but the paperwork's been piling up all week, and Tsuna thinks, he really, really needs a break.

So he's walking around, much like Mukuro, enjoying the breeze and idly searching for him. He's not worried- sooner or later, Tsuna's bound to find him, or vice versa. ]

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[It's a mixture of amusing and disappointing when he rounds a corner and spots the Vongola 10th coming his way. He was hoping for a day to himself, but, alas, it seems that a certain someone had time enough to follow him today. Ah, well, he'll take it in stride. He pulls another tomato out of the bag in his arms, and quite casually threads his way through the slight crowds. Coming up beside Tsuna, he holds the tomato out right in front of his face, following with a soft chuckle.]

I see we've chosen the same place to relax for the afternoon. Or were you trying to find me?

[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

[ Tsuna blinks and follows the tomato to the hand to the familiar face. It takes but a split second before he recognises Mukuro, and there's a smile breaking out over his face. He accepts the tomato. ]

You never called from the airport.

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[Ah, so friendly, Tsuna. Mukuro will let it go for today -- he's in no mood for dramatics.]

I'm sure you'd have heard if the plane crashed.

[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

[ He laughs, but how morbid. ]

I'd rather hear from you, that hear that.

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

Is that so? I'm glad you're so eager to hear my voice~ [He laughs as well, matching his pace to Tsuna's as they walk along the stalls of produce and country food.]

[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

[ He smiles, used to Mukuro's antics. ]

I always want to know my family's all right.

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

How kind. But, I wonder what your other guardians would say if they knew where you were right now?

[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

[ Haha, you caught him. ]

Ah- I don't want to think about it...

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

I'm sure they would have something to say about your choice of company. Ah, but you're safe today. It is a vacation, after all.

[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

[ He shrugs at that. ]

I never thought- you'd be the type to buy groceries.

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

Oh? Well, I was in the mood for something fresh.

[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

Do you want it back?

[semanticedingly.livejournal.com]

[ Karma's a funny thing. What goes around comes around, and that's exactly what's in motion right now.

See Byakuran. See Byakuran walk. See Byakuran accidentally bump into Guido Greco, hands full with groceries- sweets and baguettes nearly spilling when he does so. How careless. ]

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[Well, doesn't that make today more interesting. The tomato in Mukuro's hand meets the stone road with a squishing sound, and he turns to make a comment to whoever wasted his pocket change. Only it's no local nobody. It's the head of the Millefiore, and not someone he really wanted to see on his day off. He supposes it could be worse, though. There's the chance of a pleasant meeting with Byakuran, unlike if it had been, say, Hibari Kyouya.]

Ah, I'm sorry. How clumsy of us, hm?

[semanticedingly.livejournal.com]

[ Maybe he did it on purpose, but Byakuran smiles, seemingly oblivious to exactly whom Mukuro is. He's looking at the fallen tomato, what a shame, before turning back to Mukuro. ]

How terrible! You've dropped your tomato- [ He dips his hand into the paper bag nestled against the crook of his arm, before offering Vongola's Mist a miniature bag of marshmallows. ] As compensation.

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[He's almost willing to believe that Byakuran doesn't know who he is. That maybe he hasn't been passed pictures of Mukuro's own form, only dear Chrome's, and this can be an opportunity to glean information. But it would be so very, very unlikely... either way, it's the more intelligent choice to pretend as though he doesn't recognise that cheerful face either. Smiling, he takes the marshmallows and drops them into his own bag.]

Why thank you. That's quite nice of you.

[semanticedingly.livejournal.com]

Well, I did bump into you!

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

It's easy to do on a busy street.

In any case, you certainly don't look local. Do you happen to know your way around town?

[semanticedingly.livejournal.com]

Why, I was just about to ask you the same thing! But yup, I do.

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

How fortunate. It's my first time in town, to be honest. Might you be free enough to show a tourist around?

[semanticedingly.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

Oh, good. Why don't you show me the sights, then?

[semanticedingly.livejournal.com]

What would you like to see?

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know. Is there a beach, or is it all rocks?