A Bet Under the Sakura

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Kay guys, sorry for that crappy summary (and title), hope the fic makes up for it!! And by the way, I've never written this before, so it might be suckish than most. But hey, it's all part of the experience! And without further stalling, here it is!!!

Tsuna looked up into the mismatched eyes of his Mist Guardian. A faint blush touched his cheeks. (Those mismatched eyes... So powerful, so eerie, so devious....) He feigned courage, having the viciousness of a lost puppy with those wide, spacious brown eyes. Mukuro chuckled and his smirk grew even wider at the boy's obvious discomfort. Tsuna couldn't help it, though; he was terrified of his Guardian of the Mist. Mukuro let a laugh escape his lips.

"Ku fu fu fu..... you lose, Young Vongola." He leaned his towering form closer to the young boy. "I'm claiming my prize."

Tsuna flinched in fear at the thought of what Mukuro wanted. Only God knew with his pineapple-haired friend. He looked down at his handful of sakura petals. He inwardly scolded himself for letting himself being seduced by a bet (which he should have known he'd loose anyway), in which he would win a year's worth of photos of Kyoko that his Gaurdian had somehow aquired. When asked, Mukuro only laughed, "Kufufufu... I have my sources." Tsuna wasn't sure he wanted to know.

He smiled at the thought of owning those photos. Catching his thoughts, he shook his head and told himself that he only needed those pictures so that he could dispose of them. He needed to protect Kyoko's innocence.

Yeah. That was it.

He brought the palm of his hand to his forehead. How could he have lost the game? His eyes traveled to the coloful basket Mukuro was carrying. All he had needed to do was collect the most sakura petals in 3 minutes(now that he thought about it, it was out of season. Why did he agree to this?). He lowered his head. He couldn't even do that! His peers were right, he really was No-Good Tsuna. And now, here he was, standing in his house with Mukuro with only a handful of sakura petals compared to the basket of the taller boy.

He brought his mind back to the present as Mukuro was approaching.

"HII?!" Tsuna shrieked at the sight of Mukuro's face being so close.

Mukuro's smirk widened even more, if that was even possible.

"My my, Sawada Tsunayoshi-kun."

He took a step forward, intimately popping Tsuna's personal bubble. Those red and blue eyes, those insidious eyes, they bore into Tsuna's soul and he could feel them having a look around. Scared out of his mind and as red as a tomato, he took a step backwards while holding the gaze.

"Aren't you-"

Mukuro spoke and tried to close the distance, only to have Tsuna pry it open again. Their eyes remained connected.

"-amusing...Just-"

Again, the shuffling of feet across the ground.

"-like a-"

Tsuna could feel the sweat dripping off his face. He was running out of room... He heard a soft slam on both sides of his head. He yelped. He blushed harder. Mukuro's arms hovered around his face, secluding him. He could only squeak in response as Mukuro leaned down and whispered in the side of his ear...

"-trapped rabbit."

Tsuna's back rested against the wall. He was cornered.

Mukuro pressed Tsuna firmly to the wall with his body. Tsuna, fright leaking from every pore in his body, felt his reasoning leaving as Mukuro shamelessly defiled his privacy. His hands desperately flickered out on either side of him, looking for something to stop the boy in front of him. Mukuro had a sickening enjoyment of this torture, Tsuna could feel it through their bodies. It was almost as if their bodies were so close, yet their minds so far apart.

Then, suddenly, God seemed to care.

Before Mukuro could begin his attack, Tsuna's fingers wrapped around an object he could use as a projectile. A mix of instincts and hyper intuition took over as Tsuna grasped the mean of escape and brought it down on Mukuro's head. It brought Tsuna a couple seconds, and without bothering to look at the thing, he used this opening to dash under Mukuro's arms and across the distance into his bedroom. Once behind the door, he locked it and held the key in his shaking hands.

Safe....

A noise was heard from outside the young boss's room.

"Kufufufu... you can't get rid of me that easily, Sawada Tsunayoshi..."

Tsuna jumped at the voice. It was....controlling... He could almost feel the teasing seduction seeping through the doorway and circling around him. But Tsuna's fear was too overpowering. He remained oblivious. He moved to the window and closed it. He was feeling too feeble and vulnerable to keep part of his room exposed.

After 20 minutes, everything was eerily quiet in the Sawada household. After all, Nana was out shopping and decided to take Reborn, Lambo, and I-pin for ice cream. Tsuna, however, remained at home. Great decision. Tsuna, now convinced that the whole ordeal was over, paced over to his bed and sat. He sighed loudly. What now?

Tsuna unconciously shivered at the cool night wind oozing from his opened window.

Wait, what?

Mukuro's lean form appeared in the frame. A smirk was present on his face.

"Kufufufufu."

Tsuna's large eyes widened and he gasped, "M-m-m-mu-," he gulped. He couldn't stop his shivers. "Wh-wh-what--h-h-h-how--wh-why--?"

"Have you forgotton, Sawada Tsunayoshi?" Tsuna flinched and fell backwards onto his bed as Mukuro leapt gracefully from the window. He scrawled back against the wall as Mukuro continued to advance with that shrewd sneer on his lips. "I won the bet." He loomed once again over Tsuna, and Tsuna immediatley regretted sitting on the bed. A faint blush inched its way across the bridge of his nose. "I'm claiming my prize."

Tsuna closed his eyes, fearing the worst of what was to come. Was Mukuro going to scratch him then posses his body? Mutilate him then dump him in a lake or river? Cut out his organs and eat them for dinner-

His thoughts were cut short by a pair of plush lips on his own.

HIIII?!

Mukuro broke the kiss and looked a dazed Tsuna straight in the eye.

"You belong to me, Sawada Tsunayoshi." Mukuro moved to straddle the brown haired boss. Tsuna's heart thudded in his chest. He was painfully aware of the gorgeous (did he really just say that?) hips that collided with his own, of the body that rested atop his own, of those eyes... Mukuro leaned his head down and moved his lips to the young boy's ears. "Your body is mine."

And with that, the massacre began.

Later...

Tsuna walked, no, limped out of his room. He wondered to God how all of this happened while rubbing the sores on his hips and butt. He blushed. He didn't know how Mukuro had kept all of those lewd feelings to himself... but then again, the Tenth Vongola leader almost wished he would have chosen to keep those lecherous feelings locked away.

Almost.

He limped to the spot where Mukuro had pinned him the first time. He once again picked up the object he used to escape and exhaled at the irony.

It was a picture of Kyoko.

The frame was broken now, pieces of glass strewn across the floor where the two boys had struggled not so long ago. As the Tenth Vongola was about to go clean up the mess with a broom, he noticed the basket that Mukuro had been carrying his sakura petals in.

He gently scooped up the thin pink petals and rubbed them in his hand. They were rough. When he thought about it, where did Mukuro get all those petals from? It wasn't even the right season. Tsuna had just saved a sakura petal every year since he was little, so that's how he got his, but where did Mukuro get his stockpile if there weren't any Sakura in bloom?

He looked in the basket and sweatdropped.

They were all rocks.

That's an illusionist for you....

Tsuna winced and brought his hand to his hips again.