I don't even know. Haha. I should've been listening to my professor in Plant Anatomy when I was writing this.

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Poetry

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"Ah, Gokudera! Just the man I wanted to see," Mukuro greets cheerily when their paths cross in one of the many hallways in the Vongola Estate, and Gokudera Hayato considers going back to the insanity of the Varia wing instead of dealing with the illusionist bastard. But then he remembers that Xanxus and Squalo were sort of busy and well, they were definitely not being discreet at all and the Varia wing of the estate was filled with rooms that no one bothered to soundproof.

And well, yeah, Gokudera does not need to hear about that in the middle of the day, so he subjects himself to Mukuro-related insanity instead. He has this niggling feeling in the back of his head that they were going to talk about Mukuro's decidedly non-existent relationship with the Cloud Guardian.

"What the fuck do you want now?" Gokudera all but snarls, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets as Mukuro strode towards him.

"I wrote a poem and I wanted you to give me your opinion about it." The illusionist tells him seriously and Vongola Decimo's right-hand man rolls his eyes excessively.

Gokudera resists the urge to throw dynamites at Mukuro and be done with it. "Please don't tell me you wrote it for Hibari."

Heterochromatic eyes brightened and Mukuro grins. "Who else would I write it for?"

Oh geez, I dunno, someone who's not a sociopathic psychopath? The Storm Guardia swears internally. "Per Dio, why in the name of all things holy are you writing god-forsaken poetry for Hibari-fucking-Kyouya?" He asks exasperatedly and Gokudera absently wonders as to when he became some sort of relationship counselor for the deranged illusionist.

The indigo-haired man just smiles, "It's our anniversary tomorrow and I wanted to be romantic."

Gokudera chokes on air. Oh my god. Rokudo was insane. He almost feels sorry for Hibari but then remembers that the Cloud Guardian was a godless bastard and perhaps this was just karma finally biting the former prefect in the ass. "Fine, then. Let's hear your stupid poem."

The Mist Guardian cleared his throat and started reciting.

Come form a contract with me, my dove

And you shall learn the pleasures of love

Those other simpletons cannot yield

For only I can break through your shield

Spare me that look, for I do not mock

I am not here for a single fuck

I am here to love to make you fall

So pray tell, when you'll answer my call

That I can lay you upon roses

Drugged by illusions in high doses

I'll make you moan, I'll light an ember

Ignite a fire so you'll remember

I'll tease you slow, make you lose control

I'll take everything until you fall

Strip you down until you're bare and cold

Tarnishing those buckles made of gold

Tendrils of desire, on your mind nips

As you drink cyanide from my lips

Haphazard caresses will persist

Darling, don't even try to resist

I'll win this game and I'll take my prize

Your voice will echo with pleasured cries

Like a splendid feast fit for a king

You'll be tied up and covered with string

Gokudera blinks blankly in response as Mukuro finished with a dramatic flourish. "Is that—is that Marlowe?" He chokes out because holy crap, Rokudo was committing blasphemy to English literature. That has to be a crime.

"Yes, it's The Passionate Shepherd to His Love," Mukuro responds easily. "So, what do you think?"

The Storm gives the Mist a level gaze.

"I still think that you're a disillusioned sodomite and that you should be shot in the head for raping English literature."

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A/N: The poem is a parody of Christopher Marlowe's The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.

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