|Eng| |KHR oneshot - All27| Aren't we?

|6927| You're not dead yet

Rokudo Mukuro took the paper-cut in the other's hand, threw it away from sight. He should have thrown away all the sharp things in this mansion years ago.

"Dammit."

The indigo-haired man kneeled down beside the seventeen-year-old brunette who was dreaming in the scarlet blood stains fading away just like his life. He grabbed his scattered wrist, tightened with all the indignation and hatred he held, as if it could wake the teen up and he would frown, scold at him like a cat. The thick crimson liquid kept coming out from the cuts, so warm that the illusionist detested himself for wanting more.

Everything belonged to Sawada Tsunayoshi was so warm. Until the day he died.

He clicked his tongue, mentally sent his sweet Nagi a short message. "Vongola, cut wrist, third-floor bathroom." That should be enough for the girl to panic and inform the Guardians with a shaking voice, then they would know that their beloved Sky was dying up here.

Tsuna had gone unconscious years ago, or maybe not? Mukuro could only affirm that his eyes were obviously opened, yet the pupils inside didn't have even a single flash of life, there was only a dark brown like a tree withering in desperation. He wondered, what did the boy see through those glasses? Would the beautiful world he trusted in be twisted, bent and crushed by the cruel reality just like it did to him? The illusionist smirked, the way that one had known everything would turn out like this. It might, just might, be enough for a Mist Guardian to protect his beliefs, regardless of the fact that the very person who wished to destroy it was the Sky himself.

He torn his sleeve, tied it up around Tsuna's wrist, few centimetres up. It wasn't hard at all, since he was creepily thin and Mukuro didn't have to restrain himself not to hurt the other or something like that. Bet he lost all of his senses. That was fine as well, he could do this kind of thing without anyone being aware of.

Pushing his lips on the brunette's, he pulled Tsuna in a deep kiss. At least if he cannot wake up after today, shouldn't he better enjoyed this precious moment at the edge of hell? Rokudo Mukuro could have terrible hobbies, however doing such things with a corpse wasn't on his list.

He kissed on the tangled cuts on the teen's wrist, including the former ones from long ago that he couldn't remember. Blood vessels and flesh showed themselves clearly behind the pale, blue skin. He wanted to devour them so bad. Mukuro felt his body heating up, as if the blood running down from the weak artery was filling him deep to the bones with its warmth, burning him in the graceful yet gentle flames which not only the Mist Guardian wished for.

With the bloody lips, he whispered in the brunette's ears.

"You're not dead yet, Sawada Tsunayoshi."

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Yours, respectfully Shiroku Yonemuri
Also, A nameless Dreamer calling itself The White Cheshire