Title: Illusions and Sickness Don't Mix

Warnings: Reborn in a maid outfit is vaguely mentioned, mentions of Lovecraft, THIS IS UNBETAED

Prompt: I forgot the whole thing, but it was Mukuro being sick and Tsuna having to take care of him. Given by Momma Lici

Words: 1,032

Notes: I've been really busy lately, and just a few minutes ago I started itching to write. I had a little of this started, but I wrote the majority of this just now. It's not my best work, but I'm feeling pretty pleased with it. I'm going to try to do more writing this weekend, and if you like my writing please check out some of my other works! Thank you to all who reviewed! You guys are awesome!

Tsuna woke up, and immediately knew that Mukuro was sick. That was the only possible explanation to the fact that his ceiling seemed to be wavering, his blankets were tentacles, and all his furniture had fur. Yes, Mukuro had to be sick. If he wasn't, someone was going to pay.

He sighed, threw off his tentacle blankets, and marched over to the door. He took a deep breath, and opened them. Screaming filled his ears, accompanied by someone being chased by something that looked like something out of one of those old German fairy tales. Or something from a Lovecraft book. Either way, it was creepy, it was fast, and it seemed to be trying to eat one of the servants.

Stepping out of his doorway that now had ears and other body parts scattered all over it, he grabbed the thing as it passed. It stopped immediately, turning it's horrifying eyes towards him, one of it's many tongues hanging out of it's mouth, drooling all over the carpet. It took him a minute, but Tsuna thought this might be one of the many hounds that were allowed to wander all over the grounds.

When it started licking him, a poor facsimile of a tail wagging behind it, that thought was confirmed. This was definitely a dog, and definitely not dangerous. It was only that the poor servant had had horrible luck this morning, and the dog had ended up thinking it was all just a game. Animals tended to be able to see through illusions much more easily than humans, which meant that the dog had had no idea that it looked like a monster.

He sighed, grabbed one of the tentacles that was probably just a leash, and started to head towards Mukuro's room. Not that that was an easy task, considering that the some parts of the mansion were upside down, some were sideways, some looked like a swamp, and some had no words to describe them.

He ran into Reborn on the way, and had to close his eyes almost immediately. Reborn in a pink tutu and a maids uniform was not something he wanted to see, nor had the desire to see again. Although Reborn's reaction upon seeing him had been rather funny. Turned out, as he realized when he looked in a mirror, that Mukuro had made it look like he was a demon of some sort. The kind of demon that wore skimpy clothing, and had horns and a tail. That had been a pleasant surprise.

Eventually, after many wrong turns and strange costumes on people, he found his way to Mukuro's room. It was strangely absent of any illusions, to the point that the ones on himself and the dog melted away as they stood outside the door. He could practically feel the Mist Flames raging from where he stood.

He sighed, pushed open the door, and strode inside. Just as he suspected, Mukuro was lying in his bed, his face flushed and all his covers kicked off the bed. Tsuna soothed the Mist Flames with his own, the amount of screams filtering into the room dying down as he did so. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to Mukuro and laid a hand on his forehead.

He didn't need a thermometer to know that it was too hot. Heading to the bathroom, he grabbed a towel, and ran it under cold water. He rung it out, and then folded it and placed it on Mukuro's forehead. He was going to have to take care of Mukuro personally, since his Flames were the only thing keeping the horror of the illusions from happening again.

This was going to be a very, very long week.

Later that day, when Tsuna ventured out for food, the mansion seemed strangely empty. Upon further investigation, he found that everyone was hiding from Reborn. Probably because of the illusion from earlier, which had been named the Maid of Death. He found it highly amusing that everyone but Reborn knew of it, and that no-one knew that Reborn didn't know. Not that he was about to tell them. It would be good to keep them on their toes.

Still, he needed to find Chrome. He couldn't take care of Mukuro 24/7 due to paperwork and training, but if he and Chrome switched every so often, then it would work out fine. It wasn't like this was the first time it had happened. Everything would be fine.

All his hopes were dashed in the space of a few seconds by a few, simple words. Chrome was one a mission. And it wasn't just any missions, but a long term infiltration mission. Which meant that he would be the only one taking care of Mukuro for the forseeable future. This was not how he wanted to spend his days, but he supposed it was necessary.

His day passed by quickly, between him doing paperwork in Mukuro's room and taking care of the illusionist himself. He fell into bed that night, feeling far more exhausted than he normally should have been. Keeping Mukuro's Flames at bay had been more draining than he thought. With that thought in mind, he quickly slipped into sleep.

The first thing that greeted Tsuna's ears the next morning was more screaming, but this time he was in a far less accommodating mood. He trudged down to the kitchens, steadfastly ignoring the various illusions around him, and got himself a cup of coffee. He sat at the dining table, and glared at anyone who said anything about anything. Just because he had seemed awake yesterday morning did not mean he was awake this morning.

Funny how people only seemed to remember that when they had his Morning Glare of Death trained on them. Finishing his coffee, he felt more up to the task that seemed like it would last forever. He dragged his feet up to Mukuro's room, and settled himself in for the day.

Yes, this was going to be a very, very long week.