Cloudy with a chance of... kittens?

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[It was a day with nothing to do, and Mukuro was spending it mingling with the crowd, taking amusement at the differences in tourists and natives in old Rome. It was more comfortable in Italy, really -- the words around him filtered through his mind much more easily than the still slightly awkward Japanese, and there was no pausing to second-guess the meanings of signs and directions. Really, it was such a pain to keep up a smooth appearance when one wasn't entirely sure whether the person giving you orders was telling you that they were happy or spicy.

On another note, the weather was so much milder, warm and balmy, and simply made walking around generally more pleasant. Of course, regardless of the weather, it was never any fun to trip over a box on the side of the street. Quick reflexes kept him from losing his balance, but he felt a spark of irritation as he looked down to kick the box out of the way. Only before he could, he noticed its contents -- five tiny, mewing, squirming kittens.

It was a whim, yes -- but he wondered, if Sawada Tsunayoshi was afraid of dogs, how did he feel about cats? Well, this would be a convenient way to find out. He stooped to close the box, then hefted it into his arms before turning on his heel and heading back in the direction of the base. It'd take awhile to get there, but he could stand the walk.]

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Ah, but I'm not the sort of person who's moved by that. [And so he should just stay and let Byakuran have his way with his body anyway? :|]

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How heartless of you! I almost feel bad for poor Tsu-kun! [ ...well, he never said it was a win win situation. ]

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[Tsuna is an exception, not that he'd admit that to himself, let alone anyone else.]

The clock is ticking, Byakuran. You'll have to be more convincing than that.

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[ It's okay, everyone already knows. ]

Ah, but Mukuro-kun, you know- [ MARE RING FLARING UP oh shit things are about to get messy ] -it's just so tedious.

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[Don't tell him that, he'll be embarrassed.]

Ah, so that's how we're going to do this, hm? [That's OK, he's prepared to defend himself, even if he knows it probably won't work very well.]

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[ /tells him ]

Are you ready? [ WELL no it doesn't matter, and yeah, Byakip already knows your bitch moves.

INSERT...FIGHT SCENE? With fingering. ]

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[You bitch.]

Of course. [...Yes, insert fight scene. :| Because otherwise it'll be another 100 comments of fumbling around trying to explain what's going on. ANYWAY, within 5-10 minutes, it's over. There's a lot of bricks and various debris lying around, and at the moment Mukuro is at the end of a trail created by sliding across the ground when he was already a bit bloody, picking himself up with considerable effort and irritation.]

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[ Don't worry, Tsu-kun will love you. ]

No, I don't think so. [ Because this is Byakuran moving forward really fast to go and kick Mukuro back down. ]

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[And Mukuro's feeling pretty weak at the moment, so it's not too hard to do that, at which point he'll clutch at bruised ribs and cough a bit, while managing to still look pretty defiant and stubborn.]

That's a bit... sadistic of you, hm?

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You think so? [ Crouching down next to Mukuro, elbow propped on one knee and face propped on a palm. ] You don't look so good, Mukuro-kun. ♥

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I wonder why that could be. [Contemplating getting up again. Is it worth it or not? Hm. :|]

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[ No, it's not. Reaching over to stroke Mukuro's face, thumb deliberately dragging over and pressing down on a cut. ]

I did give you fair warning.

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[That's what he figured. He'll resist wincing at the motion of that thumb, though it takes considerable effort.]

You act as if I could have safely walked away.

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[ Oh, he does love seeing that kind of expression on Mukuro's face- and Mukuro in general, like this.

And laughs. ]

Don't be silly.

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[That's because Byakuran is a horrible sadist, not that Mukuro is much better.]

If there's no fascination, what exactly is your motive here?

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[ Byakuran swipes his thumb away from the cut, leaving a bloody smear, before curling his fingers in Mukuro's hair. ]

You know, Mukuro-kun, I bet, when you were younger, you broke things for the fun of it. ♥

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Ah, is that it? Well I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I won't break. [And to make his point, he'll pry Byakuran's fingers out of his hair and smack his hand away -- or try to, at least.]

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We'll see, won't we?

[ Try- the keyword here, right? You can't ever go wrong with a little hair tugging, so have some. ♥ Yanking him right up to kiss him, hard. ]

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[A surge of something close to panic hits him about here. He's in a lose-lose position, so as he makes an effort to ignore being kissed, Mukuro puts his mind into overdrive, thinking of the best way to come out of this situation with minimal damage to his pride and dignity. Further fighting might serve that purpose for some, but being repeatedly beaten down is really not the best course. Instead, taking the mental high ground might be it. So instead of struggling, and instead of returning the gesture, he'll just relax and make as if he's not bothered at all, but simply bored with Byakuran.]

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[ Mukuro-kun really is trapped between a hard spot and a rock, isn't he? It's almost too bad- except Byakuran always, always derives some sort of sadistic pleasure out of seeing someone as prideful as Mukuro struggle with something like this- this utmost debauchery, and so, Byakuran playfully deepens it, nipping at his lips. ]

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[A prideful lack of resistance -- that's the key, here. Struggling in a futile manner will do nothing, while submitting will also do nothing. But being unaffected, giving off an aire of allowing this invasion of personal boundaries out of is own will and for his own reasons, that will put him in a nice position of stealing some of the victory smugness from Byakuran. In that vein, he willingly allows the deepening of the kiss, though he doesn't reciprocate, and he does chuckle slightly in a moment of pause, his laughter humming against their lips.]

Don't bite too hard, now. We wouldn't want to draw too much blood...

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[ Sure, sure. Byakuran can tell, with one glance, exactly what Mukuro's trying to do- salvage his pride, pretend that he's playing the game instead of being strung along like a puppet. But Byakuran intends to break that very spirit, see it crumble away to nothing beneath his heel. And if it takes a little longer, what does it matter?

He does so like a challenge. Byakuran returns the chuckle. ]

Oh? Will Tsu-kun worry?

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That's irrelevant, but recovering from blood loss can be so very tedious...

[He keeps a smile on his face, despite the fact that he's well aware that the beating he's taken has already left him weak, and that Byakuran will do anything to come out on top. Still, he isn't the type to give up, and at the moment it's just a question of how far ahead in the game his rival will be by the time they're finished here.]

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Mukuro-kun can do it, right?

[ The question is, does Byakuran even need to lift a pinky to come out on top? Mukuro's already in pretty bad shape, haha-- sometimes Byakuran forgets his toys are living, you see. They're so easy to replace, after all. ♥ He brushes his fingers along the side of Mukuro's face, contemplative. Now, what next? ]

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[Byakuran's fingers trace that cut again, leaving the slightest smear of blood on his cheek, and it's with an almost manic sort of adrenaline-fueled amusement that an idea floats into Mukuro's head. Byakuran is pristine, white, untouched by anything around him at all times -- and when Mukuro grabs tightly onto his arm with a gloved hand sticky with his own half-dried blood, it's quite satisfying to know that there will be a dark-red stain on that white canvas, if only for now, and that's one point in his favor.]

I'm flattered by your confidence in me.