Want a Pineapple, Sensei?
Chapter Ten

Aw crud, last chappie already?

That Saturday...

Fran approached his sensei, knowing that today was a particularly special day for their relationship. During Thursday's detention, they had decided on the weekend, they'd meet up at Fran's house for what Fran referred to as the 'first date.' That was going to be hard with Fran's Grandma in the vincity, though, so the highlight of the day would be when Mukuro admitted that he was in a relationship with Fran.

They were both admittedly a little eager for the reaction.

Fran waited outside on the porch from the moment he woke up, awaiting his sensei's arrival as though it was going to be the best moment of his life. And honestly, it felt like that.

It was a rainy day, but the porch was nice and dry, so when a silhouette appeared before the student, he stood and waved, smiling brightly. The shape came closer, and closer, until Fran could see the pineapple shape of the man's head. "Hello, Fran," he called, stepping up to the porch and closing his umbrella. "How are you on this fine morning?"

"Madly in love with a guy," Fran answered, "how are you?"

"Me? Oh, I don't know. Sweet on my student, if that's how we're answering," Mukuro replied, shaking off his umbrella as he watched his student.

Fran blushed lightly, and reached for his teacher's arm. "Want to come in, sensei?" he asked, "I actually got you something yesterday to commemorate today."

"Kufufu, such a strange boy, celebrating an event before it's even occured," Mukuro sighed, reaching over and stroking through the illusionist's hair.

"Only for you, sensei," Fran murmured, "Let's go in. It's freezing my eyebrows off out here."

"I concur," Mukuro said, and stepped in as Fran opened the door for him. A little nervous, Fran reached over and took the shoulders of Mukuro's jacket, then slid it off of him, and hung it up. Mukuro laughed quietly. "Is your grandmother awake?"

"No," Fran replied quietly. "So I'm going to cook breakfast for us."

"All right," Mukuro agreed, "That's nice."

"What would you like?" Fran asked. Mukuro folded his arms on the table as he sat down, still gazing at Fran.

"Anything you can do," he replied quietly. Fran grinned and got a couple eggs out of the refrigerator.

"You've got it, sensei."

A few minutes later, Fran sat down at the table with Mukuro, and served him. "Tell me how it is, and be truthful," he requested. Mukuro chuckled.

"I've never been anything less than brutally honest with you, right?" he said, before trying Fran's cooking. He nodded with approval.

"Good work, my pupil."

"Anything for you," Fran replied. "So, what do you want to do today?" he asked.

"Mm... not much we can do in the rain," Mukuro sighed, "Such rotten luck."

"No kidding," Fran answered, before saying, "I could read you my journal."

"Sure," Mukuro agreed, "I suppose you could..."

"Hmm... we could watch a movie, too," Fran said, gesturing to the living room.

"Oh, that sounds nice," Mukuro replied. "A horror-romance?"

"We don't actually have any of those," Fran replied, "but we do have a couple horror movies... I think."

"Okay, Fran, let's do that," Mukuro said, before adding, "And THEN I'll listen to your journal."

"Yay," Fran cheered, before stuffing his face with the cooked eggs. "Can't wait."

"You better," the older man teased. There was a comfortable silence between the two, until Fran broke it with a suppressed burp that made Mukuro laugh heartily. "Good work, Fran, it would seem that you're satisfied!"

Fran laughed a little too, then quieted as Mukuro placed his hand over the younger man's, and Fran looked into his eyes. "Sensei?" he murmured.

"Lean," Mukuro whispered.

Fran stood up a little and moved over the table, then met Mukuro in the middle with a pleasant, but egg-tasted kiss that lingered for a while before Fran backed up and touched the older man's cheek. "Want to watch that movie now?" he whispered.

"Sure."

They migrated to the couch, and Fran put one of the few movies they had into the player, then sat down beside his teacher. Mukuro adjusted himself until he had an arm around Fran's shoulders, and sighed, "I love you, Fran."

It was the first, pure, direct statement of feelings towards Fran from Mukuro, and the teal-haired boy highly appreciated it. "I love you too, sensei," he murmured.

"Call me by my name."

"Mukuro."

"Good boy."

About fifteen minutes into the movie, Fran's grandmother was awake, and ready to find out why Fran's teacher was on the couch with him in an intimate position. "Mukuro-kun?" the woman greeted uncertainly, "What brings you here? To the couch, that is?"

As Fran paused the movie, Mukuro spoke up to start explaining, "Fran brought me here, actually," he replied, before looking at Fran. "Didn't you?"

"I sure did," Fran answered, "but don't hink I'm going to explain anything to Grandma."

"She's YOUR relative," Mukuro said, "Come on, child. Just say why I'm here."

"Yes, Fran, why is Mukuro-kun here?"

"It's a date," Fran muttered, cuddling up close to Mukuro once more in dismissal of his grandmother's impending rage. "We're having a date."

"Date?"

"Yeah, cuz we're dating," Fran said. Mukuro chuckled quietly, then stood, inadvertently getting on Fran's nerves.

"I'm in a relationship with your son," he told her. "A loving relationship, that is."

The woman looked like she was having a heart attack, but she was honestly just minorly suprised, for she was fully aware of her son's affections for his teacher, and, although Mukuro returning such affections was the real suprise, the age difference didn't matter to her at all. Besides, if she could have Mukuro around the house more, that was simply a plus, right?

Nevertheless, she had to give a typical response.

"Fran, go to your room. You're grounded."

"Aw man, we're just about to see someone get killed in the movie," Fran whined. "Can't we finish this first?"

"Yes, finish the movie and cling to each other?" Mukuro teased. Fran's grandmother, in the face of Mukuro, couldn't say no.

"All right, fine. But no making out!"

"Aw man," Fran protested, "this sucks."

"Oh, please, we can save that for later," Mukuro murmured.

"Hey! No secrets!" Fran's grandmother snapped.

"Fine," the two muttered in unison.

"Press play," Mukuro ordered, leaning back and letting Fran snuggle into him. The boy did so, and Fran's Grandma headed back into her room for some reading.

A few flinches, clings, and suprised noises later...

"That was fun," Mukuro commented, before sighing at Fran. "You can... let go now."

"Aw," Fran whined. He rather enjoyed clutching Mukuro's arm as if threatened by the brain-eating mummy in the movie.

"Come on, it's journal time," Mukuro said. Fran sighed.

"Okay..."

The student hopped off of the couch and allowed Mukuro to follow him into his room.

"Kiss before Grandma comes over?" Fran asked, sitting on the bed.

"Mm, sure," Mukuro hummed, also taking a seat. "Tell me when."

"Whenever you're ready," Fran replied. Mukuro leaned in and met their lips together, embracing the younger man, and Fran moaned quietly, trying to keep his eyes open. He blushed as he looked into his teacher's odd, mismatched eyes, and his finger's trembled against the strong back of the older man. Mukuro then decided to take it a step further by sliding his tongue over Fran's lips. The student paused, not sure how to perform 'the French kiss,' and, taking a guess, opened his mouth a little. His teacher plunged in instantly, capturing Fran as his own, and chuckled, vibrating their passions as he felt Fran attempting to participate.

Moments later, Mukuro backed away, and breathed, "One second." He reached behind him, then took the band out of his hair, letting down his ponytail, and revealing his gorgeous, inch-past-his-shoulder hair that Fran fell in love with at first sight. "Tell me how I look," he whispered. The other smiled.

"As beautiful as I knew you'd be," he sighed, stroking through the long, blue strands as he came in and kissed the older man again.

Finally.

After spending so much time carrying out Mukuro's orders, Fran had finally gotten to influence one of his teacher's decisions.

"Thanks, sensei," he breathed, backing up once more. "I really appreciate it."

"Of course," Mukuro murmured, "I love you, Fran."

"I love you, too."

And no matter how many challenges they faced, in that moment, they both knew...

They could overcome anything.

-Owari

D': x 100! This was such a fun fanfiction. X'( I really hate to end it.
So please... tell me...

HOW WAS IT?