Disclamer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Akira Amano. This is a work of fanfiction, not for profit.

Proposal

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Being nice and kind is one of Rokudo Mukuro's many good personality traits –for Chrome that is.

Tsuna was not one of his fans, but still considered him a comrade and a friend. Even after he almost ruined the Neo Primo's wedding by decorating the hall with his sakura flowers illusions which made Hibari –who was brought by force by Ryohei– bite everyone to death, and that prompted the Varia to join him. Everything ended happily with a ravaged hall, dead (not really) people, a growling Gokudera, a smirking Reborn who videotaped the whole thing for blackmail material purposes, a laughing Kyoko and a passed out Tsuna.

Even Chikusa and Ken preferred the casual sarcastic illusionist to the Mukuro who was kind from time to time.

On the other hand, Haru thought of him as a goodhearted fellow cosplayer. She had once went to an event with Mukuro, much to Belphegor's annoyance, it was then that she discovered his kind nature when he helped her imagine and sew her masterpiece: a gender bender cosplay of her lover, Prince the Ripper. And that was when the illusionist's and Bel's relation worsened.

Coincidentally, the only thing Gokudera and Hibari agreed on was their mutual dislike, and attempts to murder Rokudo Mukuro, but that is a story for another time.

Anyway, Rokudo Mukuro was a good person, really. All he wanted was peace; true, he did want to destroy the Mafia, but hey! No one's perfect, we all have flaws!

However, Chrome was another story. She loved him, even though he was a psychopathic bastard –quoted by Squalo.

Way before she was introduced to the Vongola and befriended them, Chrome had no one but Mukuro. He had been the bright light of her dim miserable life, she was grateful to him. For him she was ready to do anything, even–

"Ouch!" Chrome whimpered, being brought out of her reverie by a light ache in the forehead. She reached her hand to cover the hurting place as she looked up to see who the perpetrator was. Her eyes widened and a dirty pink colored her cheeks when she met the intense gaze of the person she expected the least, "Mukuro-sama!"

Smiling, said Mukuro brought his face closer to the young woman's, "What are you doing, Nagi?"

Nagi. Mukuro was the only person to call her by her given name, a name she used to hate, but learned to love when hearing it being pronounced by him with a deep hoarse voice.

"I-I'm preparing some documents for Haru-chan as she is responsible for the next meeting with the Giglio Nero family before she leaves for Italy." She responded automatically, averting her eyes from his. Mukuro hummed pleasantly in response as he drew back from her, making himself comfortable on one of her office armchairs. He put his right elbow on the arm rest, and rested his chin on the back of his hand.

She discreetly peeked at him from the corner of her eyes while she resumed doing her work. He simply sat there, looking at her, and making her feel slightly uncomfortable in her skin. In the last few months, her relationship with the tenth generation mist guardian… evolved. Mukuro would occasionally kiss her, and take her on dates. No words were exchanged on that matter as she was sure he knew exactly how she felt about him, and was too shy to speak her mind, even though Haru and Kyoko prompted her to do so. So she just went with the flow, making sure not to raise her hopes and expectations.

"Are you free this afternoon?" He asked.

She nodded, not taking her eyes off her work, "Yes."

"Then how about we grab some ice-cream afterwards?"

"S-sure!" She tried her best to hide her grin, but her joy was too much to handle.

"You sure are excited." He said, as he got up and walked toward her, "You love ice-cream that much?"

"I-I'm happy because…" She confessed, "Because I will be spending my time with you."

"But I wonder if you can remain this excited every time we do something, since you will be spending the rest of your life with me…"

Did he just…? He did not mean that, did he?

"M-Mukuro-sama…?" Her lower lip trembled as she tried to articulate a coherent sentence; the papers she was holding in her hands fell on the ground, the hard work of the day was lost, but her mind could not receive or process any new information.

He cupped her face with his right hand, approaching his face dangerously to hers, "Do I take this as a yes?" His voice was captivating.

As his lips brushed slightly hers, she felt herself muttering an approval before everything went blank.

Mukuro caught his, now, fiancée before her small body hit the ground, he sighed in relief and put her on the sofa. The illusionist smiled tenderly, caressing her hair locks before pressing his lips on her forehead, "To think that you would faint… you didn't even wait for the ring." He snickered, "Guess I'll have to propose again, kufufufufu~"

Rokudo Mukuro was truly a nice guy.

A/N:

I was requested to write somthing for 6996 a few months ago and... ughh I can't believe I couldn't! I had everything in mind, yet I couldn't write it. But here it is (at last hahaha) I have many pending one-shots (of KHR and other fandoms) that I vowed to finish before proceeding in writing novellas, moreover my current Naruto novella has my hands tied! So I cannot engage myself in works that would be later put in hiatus. One-shots are good, one-shots are great :'))+

I hope you enjoyed reading it :)

Ciaossu~