DoN’t trUst mE

Black dress with the tights underneath
I’ve got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth
And she’s an actress but she ain’t got no need
She’s got money from her parents in a trust fund back east

Mukuro was not someone to be trusted. Everyone else pretty much knew that.

Except Tsuna.

All those who see him always notice his face first–hell, who doesn’t? They go straight to the face, memorizing every structure, then the hair, the neck, and so on. So of course, they see his red eye.

Well, those who see this, what would you first do and think?

-Stare stupidly

‘What the hell is up with that eye?’

But for Tsuna, it was different. When he first saw him, he looked at him cutely and asked, “Why are doing this?” When he first saw him, he thought, ‘Is this…the one who did all those?’

So of course, he appeared different in Mukuro’s eyes. He appeared as a…kitten. He was meek and cute as one, fierce and dangerous as one.

T-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl’s teeth
You tell your boyfriend, if he says he’s got beef
That I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him

Mukuro then thought, why don’t I make him mine?

Heh. That’s easier said than done, pineapple.

He had to go through a hot-headed bomber, a deadly idiot, a stupid boxer, a careless assassin, and he even had to go through his beloved Chrome. When he asked why, the answer was…quite amusing, and yet, horrifying.

“I don’t want bossu to be an uke! I made a bet with Haru and Kyoko that he will be a seme! And  I placed my eye patches with pineapples on the line!” she clutched her trident tightly. “I’ll do anything to keep my eye patches safe!!”

‘Why did she make the bet then?’ Mukuro thought.

After battling all them, he then began to face the bosses. The tonfa bird, the over-protective daddy, the scar-face and even Vongola Nono and Reborn.

Well, their battles are for another story. All that matters in this story is that he won.

She wants to touch me, woo ooh
She wants to love me, woo ooh
She’ll never leave me woo ooh, woo ooh, ooh ooh
Don’t trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won’t trust a ho ’cause the ho won’t trust me

She wants to touch me, woo ooh
She wants to love me, woo ooh
She’ll never leave me woo ooh, woo ooh, ooh ooh
Don’t trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won’t trust a ho ’cause the ho won’t trust me

After all that pain, he then began to court Vongola Decimo. He took him out on dates, gave him cute stuff, and more of the like. The only thing that he did which was not included in the list of  “what to do when courting” was molesting him.

He touched him when he was asleep. He caressed some parts while eating. He sent him weird looks. He groped him in both private in public.

Meh. It’s not like Tsuna didn’t like it.

X’s on the back of your hands
Washed them in the bathroom to drink like the bands
And the set list, you stole off the stage
Has red and purple lipstick all over the page

One day, he went into his office to leave some reports, but instead, saw an interesting…sight.

It was a pile of reports stacked neatly on top of one another. It was already sorted and signed (he will never understand why paperwork was so important–only that he mostly causes them). But that wasn’t what shocked him. No it was…

The orange and indigo lipstick marks on the papers.

The orange lipstick mark was on top of the indigo lipstick mark. It was placed on all papers,on the same spots.

This, of course, sparked jealousy in him. Was his Tsuna with someone else? And they were role playing to be girls? That was just sick!

Although that is a good idea.

*ahem*

Anyway, he became jealous and left his paper on his table. He turned around, and went to search for his tuna.

Hahaha. If only he knew what that meant.

B-b-bruises cover your arms
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm
And the best is, no one knows who you are
Just another girl alone at the bar

He asks around, and finds out that he’s in a local, but private bar. He then disguises himself as an old man, and enters the bar. He looks around for his tuna, and finds him in front of the bartender, drinking. He approached him and said,”What’s wrong?”

Tsuna looked at him and he held back a gasp. Tsuna was wearing orange lipstick. It looked exactly like the marks on the papers. He answered, “Change back, Mukuro.”

He sighed. He knew that he would always see through him,but decided to try nonetheless. He changed back and sat beside him. He then decided to get straight to the point. “Whose lips were those on the papers?”

Tsuna looked at him and said, “Mine.”

Mukuro scoffed. “Like hell its yours.You hate make-up.”

Tsuna blinked owlishly. “Wait, you mean you don’t get it?”

This time, it was Mukuro’s turn to blink. “What do you mean?”

Tsuna laughed out loud at this. Did the almighty illusionist did not understand a simple message? He wiped the tears away and stopped laughing. He said, “You’ll understand soon.”

He stood up and went to the stage. He grabbed the mike and said, “Listen!” and began to sing.

She wants to touch me, woo ooh
She wants to love me, woo ooh
She’ll never leave me woo ooh, woo ooh, ooh ooh
Don’t trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won’t trust a ho ’cause the ho won’t trust me

She wants to touch me, woo ooh
She wants to love me, woo ooh
She’ll never leave me woo ooh, woo ooh, ooh ooh
Don’t trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won’t trust a ho ’cause the ho won’t trust me

Tsuna stopped singing for a while and said, “You get it yet?”

Mukuro shook his head. “Not even a bit.”

Tsuna held back a groan. Were illusionists this dense? He then began to sing again, and sway his hips.

Shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips

Tsuna swayed his hips as if he was dancing tempting Mukuro. Mukuro swore he felt his clothes tighten at the sight. When Tsuna smirked seductively, and looked at him with lust, it took Mukuro a lot of self-control to stop himself from jumping there and jumping him.

I said shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips
I said shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips

Tsuna’s hips began to stop swaying , and he leaned in closer to Mukuro from the stage. Mukuro blushed, but smirked nonetheless. He turned away, but still kept his smirk. “Kufufu. How dare you tempt me, Vongola Decimo?”

Woah, woah, woah…

Tsuna stepped down from the stage, and leaned in closer once again to Mukuro, but this time, empahisizing his lips. Lips that had…

Orange Lipstick.

She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She’ll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),

Mukuro’s eyes widened. The orange lipstick that Tsuna wore is like the lipstick on his paperwork. It seems that even the indigo lipstick belongs to him. It was placed on every paper, on every spot, in the same order. Orange lisptick over indigo listick.

No way…

Don’t trust a ho,

Then that means…

Never trust a ho,

FUCK.

Won’t trust a ho,

Tsuna got something from his pocket, a lipstick, and placed it on his lower lip. He kept it and puckered his lips, and sent Mukuro a smirk. He tiptoed and kissed him squarely on the lips. He pulled away and showed him his lips. He then whispered…

“Won’t trust me…”

Never trust a quiet Mafia Boss. They always top in the end.

 

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