Title: Silence

By: MagicalStarlight

Summary: Silence, is but another means of torturing him. 6927+18

Warnings: Yaoi, implied sexual references, character death, implied gore and unbeta-ed.

The Forgotten Disclaimer: Good lord, the most important one D: I... I don't own ANY of the characters mentioned, so please don't come after me with pitchforks!!

A long time ago, they were still teenagers, kids even. They were children forced into the world of cruelty and bloodshed, where death was a common occurrence within the Mafia.

"Hiiiee...! W-who are you?"

At first, they were enemies.

"My name is Rokudo Mukuro."

And then, they were Family.

"Mukuro-san, I've never really introduced myself, have I? I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, nice to meet you!"

He'd never talked to the other much then, seeing him as a frightened fish on land, a toy who was, ironically, his boss and was rather fun to play with. His surprised squeaks and cries, those merely made him treat the other cruelly.

"Kufufufu... Hello there, Tsunayoshi-kun..."

"Hiieee...! M-Mukuro-san! Mou... Stop scaring me!"

But then, the other soon got used to his sudden appearances, and he found himself tangled in a web. He'd felt red-hot anger when the other smiled cheerfully among all the others. That smile should be his and his alone.

"Ara, Mukuro-san! Oha-..."

He stole his first kiss.

"!! M-Mukuro... San..."

"Kufufufu... Tsunayoshi-kun..."

And he'd enjoyed the other's reactions when he did that, especially the skylark, who whipped out his tonfas and started attacking him angrily. But the best reaction was still his little tuna, who blushed like a tomato and stuttered his name.

"I'll bite you to death for doing such uncivilized action within Namimori!"

He didn't know when he'd started, but he realized that he had started to call the other his. And he was filled with great happiness when the other returned his feelings.

"M-Mukuro-san... Ano... I..."

"Kufufufu... No need to say anything, Tsunayoshi-kun... You will be mine, yes?"

"... H-Hai."

There were difficulties at first, of course.

"...Tsuna. Never forget what he had done to you once."

"...I... I know, Reborn. But I love him."

And then he noticed that the other had impossibly taken out his cold heart, got it warm and shoved it back in. The warmth was so great it hurts him.

"A-ahh...! M-Mukuro!"

He'd enjoyed very much when he stole the other's virginity too.

"N-no...! I-It hurts...! Ahhh...!!"

He wasn't very gentle, he admitted, but the other hadn't really minded at all, judging by his flushed up self and how he'd arched when he thrusted in brutally.

"M-Mukuro...!!"

He loved those cries when they'd made sweet, sweet love. It was truly a delicacy he found himself addicted in.

"Ne, Mukuro... I hope we stay like this forever..."

"Kufufufu... Tsunayoshi..."

But then, time passed far too quickly, and they were forced to separate by Death's doorstep.

"M-Mu... Kuro..."

"T-Tsunayoshi! Tsunayoshi! Don't you dare fall asleep!"

'Don't leave me!'

"Mukuro... Gomen ne... A-Ai... Shiteru..."

"TSUNAYOSHI!!"

His world was torn apart once more. He was glad, though, that his lover took away his heart with him, for he couldn't tell which was worse, his cold heart, or this empty one. He'd screamed his throat raw that day, and locked himself away from humanity, refusing to let others touch that cold, cold body.

"Tsunayoshi... Tsunayoshi..."

The others tried everything to get to him, but he was the mist, and he always faded before they could reach him and what was his.

"Mukuro! Open that door this instance!"

"Please, Mukuro-sama, snap out of it!"

"... That herbivore is no longer here... Anymore..."

The skylark had fallen into depression, his heart too, stolen by the fish.

"... Herbivore... Sawada..."

"Good gods, not you too, Hibari!"

He ignored them all. After all, his tuna was still here, wasn't he? Still here, smiling at him while he cradled his body close. The others don't get it at all. They were in a world of their own, where Tsunayoshi had disappeared to him, so they all thought he was dead.

"Yes! The door is open!"

"... Oh... My... God..."

"What in the world went on here...?"

"Mukuro, you...!"

"He's gone mad."

He'd given them back the body, but that face, that smile, and those luscious silky brown mop of hair was his.

"What the...?"

"Hibari! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Waking that stupid pineapple up."

The skylark seemed to regain his senses, and attacked him. Why must he separate his tuna and him? What a bother.

He whipped out his tonfas, slashing madly, "Give me back!"

He'd clutched onto his face desperately, refusing to release it. He let the other hit him all he wants, because he knows that they cannot be separated. The others had watched, their eyes filled with horror. They'd all lost a part of themselves to the sky, and now they realized just how much Mukuro loved him.

"Mukuro..."

It was the baby who took him away from his beautiful sky.

"Hibari. Enough. I'll deal with this."

"..."

He remembered that the other had left quickly, and nobody questioned the broken cries next, however muffled it was.

"You stupid herbivore! I'll bite you to death when I see you!"

The other was half stuck in madness, he knew.

"... No... Give me back Tsunayoshi! Where do you think you're taking him?!"

The baby had separated them successfully, and the dreadful day came when they had to bury his sky. They'd restrained him forcefully that day.

"No! What are you doing? Stop! Stop burying him alive! He's not dead! He's not! Wake up you fools!"

So many had cried, for him and for what they lost.

"Mukuro-sama..."

"Stop them, Chrome! Stop this madness at once!"

She'd taken a deep breath, with tears dripping down her face, and then she'd pulled him out from his deep pool of insanity.

"Mukuro-sama... Boss is dead. You know that."

"No, no, no...!! Tsunayoshi is not dead!"

"..."

When his senses came back, he realized he was no longer human. All he wanted to do was die, but he couldn't, because each time he tried, his tuna came back to berate him, so he tried doing it everyday, until the other threatened him.

The blood was flowing once more.

"Mukuro!"

Ah... He's back... As pretty as ever...

"Mou... Stop doing this!"

"Kufufufu... I want to keep seeing you, Tsunayoshi..."

"... Then I won't come back the next time."

"?!"

"You know I always fulfill my promises, so if you try and suicide again, I won't let you see me even if you die."

"... No... Please... Don't leave me, Tsunayoshi...!"

He never tried it again. Instead, he turned his pain into hatred, and directed it at his killer, that white haired filthy mongrel.

"I've never seen you before, have I?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Currently, I am assigned to the white spell's 6th Mughetto squad. Leonardo Lippi F rank."

He'd planned and plotted the other's demise, and when he'd heard of his tuna from the past, he'd planned even more, wanting to return to his side as soon as possible.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi is merely my target. Nothing more."

Because the silence that tortured him so was too much, and he needed the other.

Nothing will separate them this time.

Not even Death.

-Il Fine-