Gar. Gar. GAR.

…Please excuse the caveman language. University applications tend to rewind my clocks a bit.

And and, I'm sorry if Fran's OOC. IDK how to write him. Honest. ;;

I don't own KHR.

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Fran never understood why the little brunette, also known as the Vongola Decimo, is so skittish whenever the Varia came over or even when all of his guardians were there by his side, watching over him.

"Or watching him," Fran told himself mentally, teal eyes studying the scene in front of him.

There's Sawada Tsunayoshi in the middle beside his tutor, Reborn. The floor must be so interesting since he had been staring it for the past hour or so. It is also plausible that his looking at the floor and the floor alone may be due to the fact that he's avoiding any eye contact with any of the people present in the room.

Or that he's trying his hardest to ignore the looks he's being subjected to, chewing on his bottom lip and fiddling with the hem of his shirt so as to keep himself busier. He looks so… delectable at the moment, Fran conceded with a sigh, and the frog-hat-wearer couldn't really blame the others for looking at the brunette in that way.

But still, Fran's bewilderment of the brunette's feelings on this matter has yet to cease. Surely, if one's subjected to such looks, they would feel happy, right? After all, people don't usually look at each other like that when they don't have some sort of feelings for the other party.

So, why the skittishness?

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Fran now regrets ever asking the question above, because, seriously, the god (or gods, depending on your religion) above may be more deranged and gayer than Lussuria. Or Squalo. Or both. Yes?

Either way, his comrades aside, teal eyes darted at the hallways, his stance alert and tense. The teal-haired boy (man?) disliked the frog-hat he was forced to wear, but now he detested it. How dare it give out his location without his permission?

"It's merely a hat. A cute one at that. No need to blame it," a sultry voice sounded from behind which is too close for his liking.

Fran realized that he was a bit too late in repressing a shudder, and he felt the person behind him smirk. Damn it.

"Get the hell away from me," he ground out, jumping a few feet away from his pursuer. What use were his efforts in being all stealthy and ninja-shit-like if the person he's hiding from always finds him?

"Oya, oya. That wasn't a nice way to greet, Fran-chan."

Thank goodness for the frog-hat; it blocked his hands from tearing his hair off. But, he still detests it, no matter what.

"Quit following me or I swear I'll send you back to your prison," was the threat he released, but Fran felt it wasn't really a threat when a smile graced the other's lips, eye's twinkling maliciously.

"Oya? Would you like to try?" his companion teased, voice gradually getting lower and more sinister-like. "I don't really mind."

Once again, another shudder was failed to suppress and Fran listed in his mental to-do list to take some shudder-repressing lessons. Although the thought was suddenly pushed back in the deep recesses of his mind, the look that was fixed upon him suddenly robbing him of any sense of reality.

"Oh, hell."

"Yes, hell. Where sinful pleasures reign."

The eyes giving him the look intensified.

Fran bolted away, screaming. He now understands why Sawada Tsunayoshi feels that way when he's being given the look (or looks, in the brunette's case). But that doesn't mean that he's pleased that he now understands why, because it is common knowledge that one fully understands another when he's subjected to the same experience.

Rokudo Mukuro's look gives him the feeling of a prey ready to be eaten.

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*gasp!* I seriously did not just write a crack pairing! D:

Ok, thanks for reading.