Um. This was meant to be a nice, fluffy piece about Mukuro being a pain and teasing Tsuna and Tsuna being embarrassed as all heck but then it kinda... ran away on me. And became all serious and moralistic near the end, so, yeah. Hope it works?

Been sorta edited, but I need to run off to uni now, so that'll happen later. Sorry!

The idea comes from the lovely Miyanoai who won the little competition I ran for chapter 4 of 'Internationally Wanted Criminals'. She wanted Tsuna in the male Kokuyo uniform and this is what my mind spawned. Not sure if it's what you were thinking, but I hope you like it!

Anyway, enjoy. Let me know what you think too, yeah? I love hearing from people. :D

-BC

Tsuna wasn't quite sure how it had come to this.

Well, it all came back to Reborn in the end, as usual, but Tsuna wasn't sure if this was a 'Why Did Reborn Do That?' situation or a 'Why Did Reborn Ever Come Into My Life?' situation. Not that it really mattered. Because, either way, Tsuna was now stuck at Kokuyo Land. With Mukuro.

"Ah, Mu-Mukuro, I don't think that's really n-necessary-"

"Come on, little Vongola." The illusionist turned a creepy grin on Tsuna, gesturing vaguely back towards the bed. "It can't hurt to just try it."

Tsuna had always wondered if convincing the Vindice to release Mukuro would come back to bite him later but now he was wishing it hadn't been so soon. "No, really, I don't think-" Tsuna cast a hopefully look at Chrome, begging with his eyes for her to help him somehow, but she just smiled benignly and stood there.

Mukuro continued to grin creepily, reaching back to pick up it from the bed. "The Arcobaleno sent you here so you would be protected. At the moment, dressed like that, you stand out too much." Mukuro shook the hanger slightly, amusement clear in his eyes. "I didn't imagine you'd argue this much, Tsunayoshi. Didn't you wear Spanner's jumpsuit in the future?"

"That was because my own clothes were dirty!"

"Oh?" An evil smirk appeared as Mukuro stalked forwards, trident appearing in one hand. "Is that all..."

Tsuna yelped and scuttled backwards. No matter how many times he went against Mukuro, Tsuna thought he would never get over the very primal fear he felt in the man's presence. Especially now that it was actually Mukuro and not just an illusion.

"No!" Eyes darting around, skimming over Mukuro and Chrome (Traitor! Help me!) and finally landing on the material still clutched in Mukuro's other hand, Tsuna made a snap decision. "Fine! I'll do it!"

Mukuro stopped with something like surprise and, just maybe, disappointment flickering over his face for a moment, but then it was gone and the smirk was back. "Glad you see it my way, Tsunayoshi."

Tsuna muttered something that might have been, "As if I have any choice," and reached forward to snatch the clothes from Mukuro, stumbled back to a safe distance as soon as possible. Silence settled over the room for a moment, Tsuna steadily growing more flustered and confused as Mukuro just stood there smirking, before it was broken by Tsuna bursting out, "Aren't you going to leave!"

"Why would I do that?" Mukuro's smirk widened even as the door clicked shut behind Chrome.

Tsuna fought down the panic that was trying to bubble its way to the surface. "Because I'm gonna change!"

Ignore the squeak. Please, ignore the squeak.

Mukuro's eyes glinted with amusement, the slight shake of his shoulders giving away his suppressed laughter, but he just cocked his head to one side and stared at Tsuna in mock confusion. "Why should that require me leaving? You change in a locker room at school, don't you?" The predatory glint was back as he leaned forward and whispered, "Why so shy, Tsunayoshi?"

It took a few seconds for Tsuna's mind to comprehend that, yes, Mukuro planned to stay in the room while he changed and, god, wasn't that creepy. Brain sufficiently broken and face red from embarrassment, Tsuna couldn't help the way his voice rose in volume and pitch as he all but screamed at Mukuro. "Creep! Pervert! Psychotic megalomaniac! Paedophile!"

My voice can go that high? Um.

Tsuna could have sworn he saw a flash of hurt go through Mukuro's eyes at the last accusation but it was gone before Tsuna could begin to feel guilty.

"No need to be so mean Tsunayoshi." Mukuro's grin held even as he backed towards the door, eyes fixed on Tsuna like a predator eying off prey. "I'll check how Ken and Chikusa are going with the defensive preparations and then I'll be back. Don't run off and get lost now, little Vongola."

Tsuna glared at the door as it closed, courage gathered now that Mukuro wasn't actually in the same room. Then, as the adrenaline of the past ten minutes wore off, Tsuna sighed and stared down at the material in his arms.

If he thought about it objectively, it really wasn't that bad. Mukuro had been right, after all, about the jumpsuit he had worn in the future. But, still. This felt so much more... personal. I mean, being forced to wear another school's uniform?

Resigned, Tsuna quickly stripped off the jumper, shirt and jeans he had thrown on that morning when Reborn had woken him at dawn with warnings of an enemy raid on Namimori and directions to lay low with the Kokuyo gang. He had argued, knowing it wouldn't be a pleasant way to spend his day, but Reborn had won out in the end ("That's exactly why nobody would expect you to be there, Dame-Tsuna. Everyone knows you don't get along with Mukuro.") and Tsuna had been shipped off with his friends' and Guardians' promises of victory ringing in his ears.

He only hoped no one would have to break their promise.

A sound from outside - something suspiciously like an explosion or gunfire - startled Tsuna from his worried thoughts. He realised with surprise that he had automatically dressed in the Kokuyo uniform and started tugging on the shirt's hem and the sleeve cuffs nervously. That probably shouldn't bother him but...

Tsuna moved towards one of the shadowed windows on the far wall, using the reflection within to check his appearance. The uniform actually fit pretty well, though the sleeves fell over his hands a bit more than he would have liked and he'd had to roll the bottom of the pants up once so that he didn't trip. Even the colouring was fine, the army style uniform a very similar colour to the jumpsuit he had worn in the future. Overall, it wasn't that bad.

As long as Nana didn't get any photos. That would be bad.

Another explosion outside snapped Tsuna's head up, his eyes widening as he watched smoke rise from somewhere out near the border of Kokuyo Land. Surely that wasn't-

"Boss!"

The door slammed open, Chrome leaning against the doorway to catch her breath. "We're all gathering out the front. They're here."

Tsuna gave one last glare to the now dissipating smoke before spinning to follow Chrome in a mad sprint through the hallways, X-Gloves and pills clutched in each hand.

The two minutes it took to reach Mukuro, Ken and Chikusa felt like a decade as thoughts spun through Tsuna's head like a tornado. How had the enemy found him? Was this just a strike against the Kokuyo gang and not him? Where were the others? If the enemy was here so quickly, did that mean they had already gotten through his other Guardians? How were they? Would he have to fight by himself? What if-

"Vongola."

Tsuna's head whipped around to stare up at Mukuro. The crazy illusionist was grinning as always, but there was a hint of hardness in his eyes that settled Tsuna's nerves quicker than any words could have. The Vongola Boss let his gaze slide to Ken - Lion Channel already loaded and body ready to spring - and Chikusa - yo-yos swinging harmlessly, deceivingly, at his side as his eyes fixed on the horizon - then back to his other side to where Chrome stood, trident out and determination on her face. Calm settled over Tsuna and he brought his gaze back to rest on the path ahead of him as he slipped his gloves on and popped a pill into his mouth.

The Dying Will Flame flickered into life on Tsuna's head, his hands curling into fists as he slipped into a loose yet prepared stance. His friends were fine; there was no way they had lost after everything they had been through together, and after promising to win. He wasn't alone; he had more support than just his closest Guardians, four of whom were standing by his side and many others who, he was sure, were working somewhere close by to help him. He wouldn't lose; he couldn't, not while everyone was doing so much to help him win.

He wouldn't lose. For everyone.

"Tsunayoshi." Mukuro's voice held none of its usual mirth, instead showing the determination and steel that shone through in the set of every muscle in his body. "It's a pity they found us so quickly. I wanted to see you in that uniform a bit longer."

The smile Mukuro threw Tsuna was only a ghost of it's usual self, showing instead true warmth and, maybe, possibly, a flicker of true connection. True friendship.

Tsuna smiled back, eyes sparing only a moment to reassure Mukuro before they focused once more on the path. "Perhaps another time Mukuro. Right now I'm more interested in whether or not it can stand up to the stress of battle."

Mukuro's lips twitched upwards into something more resembling his usual smirk. "Would I give you inferior goods, Tsunayoshi?"

The rumble of approaching feet - quantity then, rather than quality - grew as Tsuna slowly lifted himself into the air, his height soon level with Mukuro's.

"Never."

And as Tsuna blasted forward, meeting the stampeding horde with flying fists and feet, the sounds of Ken's roars, Chikusa's whistling needles, Chrome's shouted attacks and Mukuro's laughter echoed around him and Tsuna smiled.

With his Family behind him, anything was possible.