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Claim : Guess what? I own the story. *troll*

My second pointless Dae69 fic. Review *peace*

Daemon Spade.

Daemon Spade.

Daemon Spade.

The name kept running in his head till he had to write it down. He started writting it and soon the whole page was written with 'Daemon Spade'. He stopped writting and took a deep breathe. 'Snap it out, Mukuro Rokudo. Daemon is your teacher.' Mukuro told himself angrily.

He hadn't knew since when all this started. Since when did he started to care about that man. And most of all, he didn't remember how long have he had a crush on that man. Mukuro stared at the name in his book. Daemon Spade. He chuckled. The one and only name that haunts him day and night.

He strolled through the corridors. Mukuro snorted as he heard Professor X babbling in his class. He walked down the stairs, checking his cellphone without noticing someone was in front of him. He bumped onto the figure and almost fell when a had grabbed his wrist and made him stand.

Mukuro look up, a little shocked. His red-blue eyes widened slightly when he saw pure blue eyes staring back at him, with a playful look. "Be careful when you're on the stairs." The man spoke, his voice low, and alluring. Mukuro snapped out.

"Tch." He said nothing and continue walking down, ignoring the man. "It's rude, you know. Ignoring your teacher like that." The man smiled and Mukuro felt challenged. "I am sorry I bumped into you then Spade." Mukuro said sacrasmly and Daemon smiled.

"That's nice, though not in a proper way." Daemon said. Mukuro said nothing and planned to walk away when Daemon spoke. "Are you skipping class?" Mukuro halt. "None of your business." Mukuro said and walk away. Daemon smiled.

Mukuro took a deep breathe and look up. Professor X, as always was babbling in front of the class about the human respiratory systems which were already discussed four months ago from the moment Mukuro met Daemon.

After school, Mukuro didn't rush home like the other students. His eyes look at every student. Tsunayoshi Sawada was walking out of the class accompanied by two of his best friends, Hayato Gokudera and Yamamoto Takeshi. Mukuro stared until the last student went out. He sat at the teacher's table.

His hand ran across the table where Daemon would usually place his books at. He touched the chair where Daemon used to sit, and use to stare with him with those eyes. Then he closed his eyes, and recall Daemon's alluring and sexy voice. Suprisingly, a tear fell.

No matter how hard Mukuro resisted the tear to stop flowing, he couldn't. He missed Daemon. He missed him very much. The pain was grabbing every corner of his heart. Misery linger in his heart. For once, Mukuro Rokudo, the cold and heartless creature cried.

"What shall I get you for your birthday, beautiful?" Daemon asked, grinning playfully. Mukuro smirked. "Shall I say, I want a book, a most meaningful book." Mukuro said, looking at Daemon. "Nufufu, easy." Daemon said, leaning over and give Mukuro a peck on the lips.

Mukuro was starting to get cold feet. Daemon isn't back yet. Mukuro consoled himself, maybe his lover was trapped in a traffic jam. Mukuro wanted to think positively. The telephone rang and Mukuro jumped. He picked up the phone, hoping it was Daemon.

"Hello."

"Mukuro, Daemon passed away."

"What?"

"A mad man shot him."

The phone fell to the floor.

CRASH.

Kill the mad man will you guys?