Just a bonus chapter.

Neighbor Before Home

Of Endings and Dreams

This morning was very good so far, he didn't manage to cut his face and trip so it's all right in the world.

And then, just as he was heading towards the door and go to work, he saw something.

Or in this case, someone. "How did you even get in here?"

Mukuro didn't even look away from the TV as he answered, "I opened the door."

"How? It was locked with six different lo- are these my boxers?"

Mukuro had the galls to laugh then. "I saw one lying there and I grew curious if the others were as ridiculously patterned, so I looked around and really, Tsunayoshi? Hearts, stars, rockets, robots, fishes? Fishes? Really?"

Tsuna felt his face getting hotter with embarrassment as he gathered the said boxers hurriedly. "You do not just break into someone's house and then dare to criticize their choice of underwear!"

Mukuro just shrugged carelessly. "We're dating anyway so it's not you don't know me."

And that was my biggest mistake, Tsuna thought irritably, deciding to go to work and ignore the bastard for now. He'll deal with him later.

"Get me some chocolate-ice along the way!" He heard Mukuro calling as he was closing the door.

Why? He asked to no one in particular.

"What is this?" Tsunayoshi asked when he received a clothed frame from him.

"Your birthday present," he answered simply.

Tsunayoshi stared at him for a while before he spoke, "That was a month ago..."

"So?"

Sighing, Tsunayoshi unfolded the cloth covering his present, and then raised an eyebrow at the painting that revealed to him. "Why am I half naked and dancing in this painting?"

"You should ask why aren't you naked. You should be thankful, it was really hard for me to do that, you know?" Mukuro noted sagely.

"Why are my boxers pineapple patterned?"

"To signify my eternal interest in you."

Tsunayoshi looked at him then, amused. "Most people would've said Love instead of Interest, you know?"

Mukuro snorted. "I'm not Most People now, am I?"

"No, you're not," Tsunayoshi said, holding back a laugh at sight of the ridiculous painting of him break-dancing in a pineapple patterned boxers. "Thank you, this is lovely."

"You're welcome," Mukuro smugly replied. Maybe I'll give him the nude version later.

What? Who said that he couldn't make another one?

When he saw the number of his apartment on the office's phone again, Tsuna grimaced. Mukuro has been calling him in work almost everyday, asking about silliest of things. He guessed that he was feeling bored, he didn't have work this time of year after all. "What do you want, Mukuro? I'm busy."

"Your kitchen sink exploded."

Tsuna's eyes widened in horror. "What... what the hell did you do?!"

He could almost see the uncaring look that was certainly on the other's face right now. "I tried to burn the left-overs stuck in there but it kind of failed in a way, and now the whole kitchen is filled with water."

"I hate you."

"Love you too."

"...And then the Police asked me about you."

Tsuna sighed, mentally arranging for a lawyer meeting. "We're breaking up."

"Does alcohol count as lethal for cats?" was the first thing Mukuro said when he picked up the phone.

"Are you saying that you made my cat drunk?"

"Not at all, your cat was the one who sipped the wine I poured for myself. It was rude of him really."

Tsuna tried not panic and took a deep breath. "Is Natsu alright?"

"Well, he is still trying to jump off the window so no, he's not."

This is where Tsuna decided to snap. "Mukuro... get my cat down or I swear I will fucking end you!"

"And there he jumped..."

"MUKURO!"

From that day onward, Tsuna took Mukuro to his work-place, he couldn't afford to let the guy unsupervised in his apartment anymore.

"Nice hair-cut, did you get inspired by an octopus or something?" Mukuro said the moment he saw Gokudera, a co-worker of his.

"I don't like him, boss," Gokudera said, pointing towards Mukuro, who was now smirking, in disgust.

"Neither do I," Tsuna replied, totally understanding where he came from.

He then noticed that Mukuro long since left them and was talking to another target. "Nice uniform, school-boy much?"

"Oh for the love of God," Tsuna groaned, heading towards the inevitable disaster.

Why didn't he break up from this guy yet?

After spending a week in Tsunayoshi's work-place, Mukuro noticed it.

Sometimes, Tsuna spoke in a fast and familiar language that he suspected to be Italian over the phone, he would've been more certain about it if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't allowed to be in his office during these calls.

So utterly curious, he asked him about it and Tsunayoshi kindly answered, "We deal with a lot of Italian companies so I need to speak it, it makes the job much easier really."

"Is that so?" Mukuro smiled. "Then speak with it."

Tsunayoshi looked baffled. "What?"

"Speak Italian, I'm curious about what you sound like when you're speaking with my native language," he reasoned.

"Uh... then what do you want me to say?"

"Anything." The smile grew even wider. For some reason, he was rather excited to hear the other speak Italian, maybe because he wanted to make fun of his accent, maybe to tease about his grammar...

"Sei un idiota, Mukuro."

Or maybe getting immensely turned on by it.

"Ma sei attraente?"

Face slightly flushed and eyes glazed over, Mukuro stepped closer to Tsunayoshi and whispered into his ear. "Speak Italian tonight, okay?"

Tsunayoshi just nodded, confused about what just happened.

Tsunayoshi did speak Italian tonight.

It was glorious.

Tsuna woke up instantly, breathing heavily after the weird dream he had in which pineapples sacrificed him to Satan. After finally composing himself, he realized that a real-life pineapple was snuggling him, face buried in his neck.

He smiled an amused yet fond smile then; Mukuro always denied ever being a cuddler, ever when he obviously was.

He looks so peaceful now, Tsuna mused when Mukuro shifted enough to show his face, so different from his usual snarky, teasing and annoying self...

He's kind of happy that he got the chance to see him in that way.

And then Mukuro hogged the covers and never let them go, he then also took his pillow and kicked out of the bed.

"Damn it, Mukuro!"

The En-

Wait...

"How about we make out and the first one who makes the other moan will be the winner? We'll call them: The Moaning Games," Yamamoto, his co-worker, cheerfully suggested to solve the issue of who would deliver this pizza order that was in a whole another town (why they even delivered pizza through towns is beyond him).

Dino eyed him suspiciously before he shrugged and did as the other suggested.

The moment these so-called Moaning Games started, the pizza orders became the last thing on their minds.

And now this is the end.

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