Mafia Dreams

How could this have happened?!

Tsuna read the slip of paper in his hands over and over again, though really the words were just blurring together now. The seventeen year old Vongola heir’s breath was coming in short, panicked pants, and he felt his fingers trembling, crumpling the paper further. He had been like this for the past few hours, when he realized that screaming his lungs out wasn’t getting him anywhere!

It was just supposed to be a normal check up with the doctor. He had just gone in for a regular check up, some blood work, all normal. But the doctor had come back with an extra bit of news…

He could still clearly remember Dr. Shamal’s expression as he refused to answer out loud the results of his exams, claiming that it had been enough that he had performed a check up on a man. His expression… Dr. Shamal had just given him this piece of paper and then he had left. The doctor hit man hadn’t even said a thing as he left, but it became obvious where he had gone when they heard Bianchi’s frustrated shouts moments later.

Tsuna looked down at the piece of paper again

How…? How could this have happened?!

“I think that at least that part should be obvious even to you, dame-Tsuna.” Reborn was suddenly sitting on his desk, the note in his hand as he read it over. How had the infant hit man taken the paper without Tsuna noticing?!

“Reborn! Stop reading my mind!” Tsuna still doubted that the tiny tutor could actually really read his mind and not just be able to guess what he was thinking from his expression. But it was time like this when Tsuna began to doubt his own thoughtst. If he really could… well Tsuna really didn’t want him reading his mind at a time like this.

How…? Yes, how indeed…

His answer came in flashes of memory. He remembered slick skin sliding over slick skin as he was pinned to soft, warm sheets. He remembered a body warmly covering his own as lips peppered kisses over his heated flesh. And Tsuna definitely remembered fingers interlacing with his own, and gripping broad shoulders in a deathgrip as he felt the pain of being stretched open wide for the first time.

Yes, Sawada Tsunayoshi definitely knew how this happened. But… why? Why him?! What had he ever done to the gods to be cursed with such horrible luck all his life?!

With a groan he ducked his head low, thumping his forehead to the cool surface of his desk.

“Why did this happen Reborn?” Tsuna whined softly.

“Well you see, Tsuna. When a man and a woman love each other very much- “

“Aaah! That’s not the same!” Tsuna cut off the infant hit man, slapping his hand on the desk. He glared at Reborn in a way that was more of a pout, his cheeks burning bright red.

Reborn shrugged, “Actually, it sort of is.”

Tsuna blushed darker and slammed his head back onto the desk. “Why me…?”

“You should have used protection,” was Reborn’s answer.

Tsuna’s head snapped back up, his whole face red now, “W-well it’s… i-it’s not like I… I thought at the time that… t-that… that… A-and anyways,” he changed the subject, “It all sort of happened… o-out of the blue…”

To that the Arcobaleno kicked his pupil in the forehead, sending the petite brunette toppling backwards gracelessly off his desk chair, “That’s no excuse!”

“Hiii! Reborn! That hurts!” Tsuna whined, sitting back up as he rubbed the reddening lump on his head, tears dotting the corners of his large, doe eyes. “It’s not my fault! They… t-they’re the ones who should take the blame! They… t-they did this to me!” He flailed one arm frantically, as the other stayed protecting his injured head.

“Oh?” Reborn flew forward with another kick, hitting his pupil in the cheek this time, sending the brunette tumbling until he hit the wall. “So you’re pushing all the fault of your problems to someone else, now dame-Tsuna?”

Tsuna’s body shook as he struggled to even sit up, “Y-yes! I didn’t want this to happen! I… I didn’t even choose to do… to do-“

“It takes two to tango, Tsuna. Or so the saying goes.” Reborn interrupted this time.

Tsuna pouted even as his blush renewed with vigor. He decided to change the subject, “You shouldn’t be so mean to me, Reborn! Things are bad enough already!”

“Hmm…” The Arcobaleno seemed to consider this, then he nodded in agreement (completely shocking Tsuna) “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

“A-ah… ah… eeh… Thank you, Reborn,” Tsuna sighed in relief.

“Aa,” Reborn nodded, tipping his head forward a little, his face hidden in its shadow. “So… are you going to tell them?”

Apparently Tsuna’s relief would only be short lived, “Hiii?! T-tell… tell them?! Why?!” The Vongola heir could feel the steam raising out of his ears.

“You don’t think they deserve to know? This affects them, too.”

“A-aah… well I…”

“Mm?” Reborn pressed on for Tsuna, when the young boy seemed to trail off.

“I…” Tsuna ducked his head in embarrassment.

“You don’t know who your partner was? I didn’t think you were like that, Tsuna” Reborn supplied his own answer.

“I know who he was!!” Tsuna shouted frantically, his face cherry red. “T-that’s not it!”

“Then what is it?” Reborn looked like he wanted to hit Tsuna again for being so wishy-washy, but he had already promised not to.

“I… w-what if… they get mad?” Tsuna barely breathed out.

“Fuu…” Reborn shook his head in amusement. Tsuna could worry about the silliest things sometimes. “Don’t be stupid, dame-Tsuna. They’ll want to know if they don’t know already. It’s important.”

Tsuna expression slowly melted into a worried frown, ducking his head a little again. “U-un… I guess you’re right… b-but…” he trailed off again and this time Reborn left him to his thoughts. At least he had seemed to calm down enough to keep from panicking

They stayed in this silence for about a half hour before the door to Tsuna’s room suddenly slammed open wide.

“Juudaime, I just got my test results from that pervert doctor!” Gokudera was beaming with pride as he held a similar note to the one that lay crumpled on Tsuna’s desk.”

“Haha, I just did, too. Looks like we’re both healthy, though I still think Gokudera should stop smoking. His lungs are gonna shrivel up, turn black, then fall off!” Yamamoto said cheerfully as he followed Gokudera into Tsuna’s room.

“Che! Stupid baseball freak! I wanted to give Juudaime the great news of my health myself! You always ruin everything!” Gokudera growled, whirling around to glare at the taller teen, dynamite in his hand at the ready to attack.

“Maa maa, it’s alright Gokudera. It’s still good news, right?” Yamamoto smiled off the threat as if he didn’t see it, “Right Tsuna?” He glanced at his friend and his smile faded, turning into a look of concern. “Tsuna…?”

Seeing Yamamoto’s expression, Gokudera whirled around again, anger forgotten, “Juudaime ah-!”

Tsuna was still sitting on the floor where Reborn had kicked him earlier, his knees raised up to hug his chest. Silent tears were streaked down the sky guardian’s cheeks.

Instantly Gokudera was on the alert, kneeling at Tsuna’s side, touching the boy’s shoulder gently. “Juudaime, what’s wrong?!”

Tsuna bit back a sob, shaking his head and quickly wiping away the trails of tears, “A-aah… i-it’s nothing… I… I’m glad the two of you are healthy.” The young mafia boss forced on a cheerful smile for his best friends.

Yamamoto was kneeling before him now as well, his expression serious, a rare sight outside of battle. “Tsuna, did you get your test results back? Did something bad come up in the results?”

“E-eh?! Juudaime is sick?! Is it serious?! No matter what I’ll stay by your side! I’ll take care of you! I’ll support you with my all, Juudaime! I swear it!” Gokudera grasped one of Tsuna’s hands between both of his own.

Yamamoto nodded his agreement, “Whatever it is we’ll help you get through it.”

Tsuna’s cheeks dusted pink, quickly shaking his head. “N-no… r-really, it’s nothing. I… I just…” He tried to find the words, some excuse that would make his friends stop worrying. He didn’t want to talk about this with them. He just couldn’t! Not yet, anyways. He looked up at Reborn imploringly.

Reborn took pity on his pupil, “Nothing is wrong with Tsuna. Nothing serious and nothing you have to worry about.”

That didn’t seem to appease either of the teens and Reborn had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. “Tsuna is well enough that he has a special assignment today.”

“E-eh?!” Tusna looked up at his tutor in surprise.

“An assignment?” Gokudera asked, suspicious. They didn’t really get assignments so much as went on training missions or something of the sort.

“Un, a really important assignment to contact someone,” Reborn have Tsuna a significant look at that.

“A-ah… o-oh…” Tsuna’s face burned crimson, “R-right…”

Gokudera looked between the two of them, his brows furrowing in confusion. There was something they weren’t telling them. But that didn’t matter! “I’ll go with you, Juudaime!”

“Un, I’ll go, too. It’ll be easier if more of us came along, right?” Yamamoto agreed, feeling that there was more to this than the baby or Tsuna were letting on.

“NO!” Tsuna replied just a little too quickly, cringing at the shocked looks on both Yamamoto and Gokudera faces. “No,” he tried again softly, “I have to do this on my own. Gomen,” He bowed his head politely, hoping they’d just accept his answer and leave it at that.

Gokudera was sure something was up now. Juudaime never acted like that. They were hiding something, but what? He wanted to demand to know, but… at the same time he didn’t want to upset his Juudaime any further, and it was clear that he was already upset.

He sighed, “If that’s what Juudaime wants.”

Tsuna smiled softly, “Thanks Gokudera.”

“Aa, I guess I’ll be busy anyways,” Yamamoto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly; “I should spend time with the old man on Father’s Day of all days after all.”

Tsuna blinked a few times in surprise, “Its father’s day?” Since his own father was rarely ever around he forgot about things like that rather easily.

“Un. My dad always tells me not to make a fuss about it, but he’s always happy when I make him my special dinner on Father’s Day. I guess I should get going then.” Yamamoto patted Tsuna on the shoulder then got up to his feet, dusting his pants off. “Ja!” He waved cheerfully.

“A-aah… ja ne, Yamamoto-kun! Have a good time with your father!” Tsuna waved back, smiling cheerfully for the baseball player’s sake.

“Che… stupid baseball freak, just coming and going as he pleases,” Gokudera muttered to himself, though really, it was loud enough that both Tsuna and Reborn could hear him clearly. Father’s Day wasn’t an important day to the Storm Guardian, mostly because he never wanted anything to do with his father again.

But he wasn’t an idiot. He knew Yamamoto had really left so Tsuna didn’t feel so uncomfortable anymore. He could sense it, too. With a huff he got up to his own feet. “I guess I should get going, too then. Juudaime should start his assignment as soon as possible.”

“A-ah… hai!” Tsuna smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Thanks again, Gokudera… F-for always being there.”

Gokudera blinked in surprise, suddenly feeling a hot flush spreading over his cheeks. He scratched his cheek in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his head, “W-what are you saying, Juudaime? I’ll always be there for you when you need me! I’m your Right Hand!”

Tsuna just smiled a bit more and nodded, “Hai.”

Gokudera blinked. Had his Juudaime just agreed that he was his Right Hand Man? He… he had never heard him actually agree with him before. Did… did that mean that Juudaime accepted and trusted him enough to be his right hand? He felt a swell of emotion without him.

“Juudaime…!” Both of Tsuna’s hands were clasped in Gokudera’s again, “I swear! I swear on my life that I’ll never let you down! I’ll be the best right hand man that Vongola has had in all of its history! I swear it!” Full of pep and new determination Gokudera ran out of the room, wanting to rub it in Yamamoto’s face that his Juudaime had accepted him and not the idiot baseball freak as his right hand man!

“Ah…” Tsuna blinked a few times, wondering if he had missed something. “Bye… Gokudera…” He waved numbly to empty air. He swore sometimes that he’d never fully understand his Storm Guardian.

But his friends were gone now, which meant that he had no more distractions on getting started on his ‘assignment.’ Tsuna knew that Reborn wouldn’t let him stall for time either. This… this was something he had to do. It was only right.

Full of new, if wavering, determination Tsuna got up to his feet. He grabbed the piece of crumpled paper on his desk and stuffed it into his back pocket. “I guess I’ll be going now, too. See ya later, Reborn.”

“Hai, hai,” Reborn waved him off dismissively, tugging the brim of his hat back down to cover his eyes. Maybe he could sneak in a good nap now that he was alone.

Despite his resolve, Tsuna could still feel his muscles quivering with nervousness as he walked down the streets of Namimori. How was he supposed to tell someone news of this nature? He couldn’t just blurt it out, could he? No, that wouldn’t do. And then there was always the chance that they wouldn’t believe him. Hell, he still didn’t want to believe it himself!

How had this happened?

The question started repeating in his mind again. How..? Why..?

He thought back to that fateful day.

-

It had just been another normal day, or as normal as days got in Tsuna’s life. He woke up narrowly missing a bullet to the head. His hair trigger reflexes were getting better, even Reborn had complimented him! Lambo and I-pin had burst into his room, his Lightening Guardian waving around the little martial artist’s doll as he laughed manically. Even in grade school the two of them were as wild as ever.

Tsuna let them go at it and trudged down stairs for breakfast. He found that he ate more now. Yes, his reflexes were definitely getting better if even Reborn was having a harder time stealing his food. Not to misunderstand, Reborn still ate most of his breakfast, but at least he managed to get in a few bites of his own now.

He showered, dressed, and went out just in time for Gokudera and Yamamoto to arrive. They walked around the town, talking and laughing, Gokudera yelling at Yamamoto, Yamamoto pretending he couldn’t tell Gokudera was mad, and Tsuna trying to calm Gokudera down. Ryohei had shown up at some point and Tsuna found himself dragged to the other side of town in some race he didn’t want to be a part of. It was moot point, since his Sun Guardian had dragged him along, defeating the purpose of the race.

Gokudera and Yamamoto had eventually caught up and they all had lunch together. They went to the arcade, to the park, and then Tsuna had to go home. Bianchi was having dinner with them, so Gokudera decided to pass on joining his Juudaime for a meal. He ended up reluctantly following Yamamoto to his family’s sushi shop instead.

Looking around, the Vongola Decimo saw that Lambo and I-pin were still running around the house, this time Lambo chasing I-Pin with his impersonation of a broccoli monster, Reborn was out in the patio being fed some sort of snack by Bianchi. Tsuna hoped that the Poison Scorpion hadn’t prepared the dish herself. How could Reborn stomach it?! Better him than me, Tsuna thought to himself

It seemed at last that Tsuna was going to have a normal carefree day.

“Tsuna-honey?” He heard his mother’s voice come from in the kitchen.

“Yeah?” Tsuna called back, heading upstairs instead of seeing what it was his mother wanted.

“Sweetie, I need you to go to the store and pick mama up some things for dinner, okay?”

That stopped Tsuna, and it was all he could do to groan in frustration. Why couldn’t she have told him this before he had left this morning? He could have gone to the store on his way back home. Still… this was his mom. “Hai~…” he trudged back down the stairs and shuffled into the kitchen to get the grocery list and some money.

He went to the store, came back and decided to take a short nap before dinner. Reborn seemed to have left somewhere while he had been gone. Well that was odd, but Tsuna didn’t question the nature of Mafia business. Lambo and I-pin weren’t around either for that matter. Not even Bianchi seemed to be there anymore. Really odd, but Tsuna wasn’t questioning his luck. Without the chaos maybe he would actually get to rest.

His bedroom door closed behind him with a soft click, and Tsuna toed off his house slippers, slumping onto his bed. He glanced out his window. Had it gotten that dark outside already? It had still been pretty light out when he had gone to the store. Well winter was faster approaching, he supposed.

Tsuna let himself settle onto his bed and closed his eyes. Moments like these were too few and far between. “Aaah… rest…”

It took him a few moments to realize it, but everything had gone unnaturally quiet. Tsuna tensed, his eyes opening again and instantly his eyes locked up with a mis-matched pair of blue and red eyes inches away from his face.

“W-wah! Rokudo Mukuro!” Tsuna gasped in surprise, throwing himself back against the wall his bed was lined again.

“Kufufu, your defenses are still so weak, Sawada Tsunayoshi. It didn’t take any effort at all to sneak in here.”

Tsuna swallowed thickly and tried to calm his racing heart. He had to stop reacting this way. Mukuro wasn’t out to get him anymore. He was about… 65% sure of that! He had been the one who had gotten him released from the Vendicare to begin with, after all! But even so, he rarely saw his male Mist Guardian. He came and went and he pleased and really only showed up when there was a battle. Or when he could taunt Hibari-san into a fight, Tsuna mused to himself as he sat up on his bed.

He hadn’t seen him in months. “What are you doing here?” Tsuna hissed out in a whisper. It was bad enough that Mukuro had decided to sneak into his room, but somehow the Mist Guardian had also slipped into Tsuna’s bed without his noticing, without anyone noticing for that matter. Was this all just an illusion?

“Oh..?” Mukuro tilted his head to the side in what was probably supposed to be an adorable manner, but Tsuna just thought it was a little creepy when coupled with his usual smile. “I would have thought that was obvious?”

Tsuna blinked, shaking his head, “No…”

“No..?” Mukuro pouted, something Tsuna was sure that the Mist Guardian wanted to look adorable, too. “Well now my feelings are hurt, Tsuna-chan.” Tsuna cringed, hating it when his Mist Guardian called him so intimately, “I came here to see you, of course.”

Tsuna’s heart skipped a beat, staring into those devilish mismatched eyes with his own wide, doe ones. His throat worked, but words seemed to fail him.

“Kufufu,” Mukuro chuckled softly, stroking a few strands of hair out of Tsuna’s face, “Kawaii Tsuna-chan. As always… I just want to eat you up.”

As if that were some sort of cue, Mukuro’s lips descended on the Vongola heir’s. He ravished them utterly; sapping Tsuna’s strength and making his body melt in a matter of seconds.

Tsuna had many dreams like this. Dreams he was sure that Mukuro implanted into his mind in the first place, because he was always embarrassed beyond belief when he woke up. But his body seemed to be trained now, as if this had been Mukuro’s plan all along. There was little resistance as Tsuna was suddenly pinned under Mukuro’s weight, mewling between their joined lips.

At some point, Tsuna wasn’t sure when, Mukuro had divested both of them of their clothing, and had even gotten Tsuna to somehow kiss him back. It all felt so surreal, and in the back of Tsuna’s mind he wondered if this was just another dream.

Thinking that made it so much easier to just give into the older boy’s will. Dreams didn’t really mean anything, especially not dreams forced onto you by someone else. That he gave in so quickly didn’t say anything about Tsuna, nor did the way his body reacted, played with like an instrument to get the desired affects.

Tsuna mewled softly between them, his slim arms wrapping around Mukuro’s neck. Another way he knew this was a dream: He was sure that this much kissing in the real world would have made him pass out by now!

As if Mukuro had read his mind, the illusionist finally broke the kiss with a soft gasp, “You’re so submissive today, Tsunayoshi. Are you finally admitting defeat? That this body belongs to me?” His hands caressed over that smooth, pale, but firm body. Loving it with his hands as he found every spot that made Tsuna mewl as if it was nothing but instinct. He ducked his head to nip and suck little marks onto the young mafia boss’s slim, pale neck.

“A-aahn… nh…” Tsuna closed his eyes tightly, feeling his breath come in slowly, stuttering pants as pleasant tingles raced up and down his spine. The things that Mukuro could do to him… “Mukuro… please…”

“Fu…” Mukuro smirked, “Please what, Tsunayoshi?” He was nibbling on the young boy’s collarbone now, stealing more soft gasps and keening mewls.

Tsuna whimpered, shaking his head side to side as he fought with the last vestiges of his pride. “Please… do something! Anything!” His face was crimson as he actually bucked his hips forward shamelessly to rub against the older boy’s.

It was almost worth it to see the surprise on Mukuro’s face.

The expression was short lived though, the knowing smile quickly returning, “Anything, Tsuna-chan? I can do anything I want?”

Tsuna quickly nodded, words beyond him.

“Will you say that you’re mine, Tsunayoshi? Body and soul?”

There was an earnestness in Mukuro’s tone that made Tsuna pause. Honey colored eyes slowly fluttered back open to look into serious red and blue.

“Mukuro…” Tsuna breathed out, not sure what to do. This was different…

“Say you’re mine, Tsunayoshi. We both know it’s true. I just want to hear you say it,” even as Mukuro’s tone was sincere, his hands continued to play with his body, making it hard for the Sky Guardian to think clearly.

Tsuna searched Mukuro’s face for what seemed like a small eternity. He could feel the heat of a blush rising on his cheeks. He felt his heart skip a beat when he made his choice.

“I’m yours… M-mukuro…”

It was like opening the flood gates, or maybe better yet, setting a wild animal free. Mukuro pounced on him then. If Tsuna had felt overwhelmed before it was nothing compared to how it felt now. All he could do was feel, good feelings, bad feelings, amazing feelings, slightly painful feelings. Tsuna was beyond thoughts and words, his language nothing but moans, cries, grunts, mewls, and whimpers.

The next thing he was consciously aware of was Mukuro looming over him, his own legs wrapped around the illusionist’s waist. It took a moment before he noticed that something was pressing against his backside. His eyes widened in surprise.

“A-aah!” words still seemed to be beyond the young mafia boss.

“You’re mine, Sawada Tsunayoshi, only mine,” Mukuro murmured against his throat and then pushed slowly forward.

Pain lanced through Tsuna’s body, tensing as the unyielding hardness pushing in deeper and deeper into his body. His dreams had never gone like this either. “M-mukuro!” Tsuna finally managed to gasp out.

“Nn… keep relaxed or it’ll only hurt more,” was the other teen’s response, his face a mask of tight control and sheer will.

Tsuna tried to do as he was told, but it felt impossible. His hands gripped tightly at Mukuro’s shoulders, his fingernails cutting into his skin. “I-it hurts..! Mukuro, it hurts!” he whimpered.

The Mist Guardian himself was panting softly as he slowly buried himself into the impossibly tight sheath of Tsuna’s body. He had to make this easier somehow. He reached between them and wrapped his hand around the younger boy’s waning length, stroking him quickly, hoping it was a good enough distraction.

Tsuna gasped, moaning softly in surprise. He tried to concentrate on the pleasure being brought to his body rather than the pain. It seemed to work because before he knew it Mukuro was buried to the hilt. Both boys were panting softly for breath and Mukuro was peppering kisses over his sweat slick skin.

“Tight… so very tight, Tsunayoshi…” Mukuro leaned down to capture Tsuna’s lips in another kiss as they both adjusted

They were still for a few moments, how long Tsuna couldn’t be sure as his whole world consisted of the way Mukuro’s tongue did amazing things with this own. But soon enough he felt Mukuro start to move again. It was slow at first, and painful. The tug and push of flesh on tender flesh sent little jolts of pain up Tsuna’s spine, but the feeling was slowly subsiding, being replaced by… by what he was almost sure could be pleasure.

It continued to build up slowly, Tsuna clinging onto Mukuro as if for dear life. Then the Mist Guardian shifted a little when he thrust forward, hitting a spot inside Tsuna that made him see stars.

It was like opening the flood gates all over again, but this time Tsuna was sure that he was the one going wild. He bucked and arched to feel that amazing sensation again. Of course Mukuro was only too happy to comply. Faster and faster the pace built up and Tsuna couldn’t tell up from down anymore. All he knew was that Mukuro was with him, they were connected, and he could never get enough of this feeling in his life. He wanted more, faster, and harder

The feeling was going on forever and ever and Tsuna was sure he was going to go insane. Then it came without warning, the pleasure finally crested and with something akin to a feeling of explosions and fireworks Tsuna came, vaguely feeling that Mukuro was right behind him in his climax.

The white hot pleasure spiraled down to a comfortable and fuzzy darkness. Tsuna’s felt his body sag back onto the bed, and something warm and heavy fell on top of him. It was hard to think now. Warm darkness was rising up to meet him and his eyes felt heavy, his vision fuzzy. He thought he heard something right before he finally fell asleep. The voice sounded soft, almost reverent. Something… something important… then sweet sleep.

Tsuna had woken up much later, the sun just breaking over the horizon. He looked around and everything was normal. It was just him on his bed, and in the corner Reborn was still sleeping in his hammock. A dream…? Then that whole ordeal had just been a dream? Well it wouldn’t be the first time, but Tsuna could help but feel a sense of… loss? He blushed darkly. Oh well, there was no point in being upset that dreams couldn’t be real, even when said dreams were strange and embarrassing.

The young mafia boss decided to get an early start that day and got out of bed… Or at least he had tried to, but sharp pain shot up his spine starting from his bottom. Tsuna’s eyes widened in shock. He shifted a little again, and he felt the same pain, though not as sharply as before.

“H-hiiiii?!”

-

Tsuna sighed as he sat at the bus stop. Yes, he was sure now that that evening hadn’t been a dream. So it must have happened then… Or maybe one of the other times just like it that happened in the few weeks that followed the first.

Tsuna felt a heavy blush rising in his cheeks and he pushed the memories away for now. He bus arrived and Tsuna boarded, moving all the way to the back. He had to do this. There was no going back now. Besides, he knew that if he chickened out, Reborn would probably take him there himself at gun point

The drive to the Kokuyo was a long and quiet one. When Tsuna thought about it he couldn’t even be sure if Mukuro would be there. But it seemed like the best place to start his search if nothing else. The bus driver had given him an odd look when he got down on the deserted grounds, but he just smiled sheepishly and bowed his head in thanks before he headed in.

If Mukuro was here in this abandoned park, where exactly would he be? Tsuna closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure what he was trying to do, maybe sense Mukuro? He just knew that when he opened his eyes again he knew where to go.

It was a long walk to an abandoned house at the very top of the hill, but Tsuna had managed to make it in about an hour. There didn’t seem to be any traps or ambushes waiting for him along the way and Tsuna couldn’t be sure if that was a good or bad sign. The house was abandoned, just like the rest of the area. It looked like it had once been very beautiful, it certainly was large.

The front door was unlocked and there was still no sign that he might be attacked so Tsuna headed upstairs first. Why he decided to go up first, he wasn’t sure, but at times like this he trusted his intuition. There was a large door at the end of a long hall and Tsuna knew that’s where he wanted to go. He walked slowly, carefully, keeping an ear out for Ken or Chikusa, or even Chrome. How had he gotten this far without them being aware of his presence?

The door creaked loudly as it slowly swung open and Tsuna peeked in. He squeaked when he was greeted first with a clawed hand pointed right at his face, “H-hiii! W-wait! Ken, it’s just me!”

“Eh..? Why is bunny-chan here of all places? Did you decide to come and give us a visit?” Ken slowly withdrew his hand, though still seemed to be ready to attack at a moments notice.

“Boss..?” Tsuna heard Chrome’s soft sweet voice.

Tsuna looked around the room. Chrome was sitting on the window sill as if she had been looking out, but her wide violet eye was fixed on him now. Chikusa was leaned against the far wall, looking nonchalant to all those who didn’t know him. Tsuna knew better, especially when he had his yoyos out. And in the middle of the room reclining against a faded red, once elegant, couch was the one he came to see, Rokudo Mukuro himself.

“Sawada Tsunayoshi, well this is a surprise. Do what do we owe the honor of your visit?” Mukuro smiled his usual confident smile. But… Tsuna thought he did see genuine surprise in his eyes. Or maybe that was just his imagination.

“I…” Tsuna felt a sudden lump in his throat. He tried to speak again, but only a small squeak came out. He couldn’t get the words out!

Mukuro sat up on the couch, raising an eyebrow. “Is something wrong Vongola Decimo? Have you come across a problem so large that you’ve actually come to beg for our help?”

Tsuna frowned at that. Why did Mukuro have to think that the only reason he’d come to visit was because he wanted something from them? Well… he hadn’t exactly come to visit before, but… he hadn’t even been sure if this was where they’d be!

“Cat got your tongue, Tsunayoshi?” Mukuro taunted with a teasing smile. Ken laughed, Chikusa smirked, and Chrome chewed on her thumb worriedly

Tsuna pouted. He was going to let him know why he came here even if it killed him! His lips parted to tell him off, or to tell him the news, he wasn’t sure which at the moment, but again nothing more than a squeak came out. He blushed, angry at himself, and then got a better idea. Fishing the crumpled note out of his pocket Tsuna marched himself over to his male Mist Guardian and thrust the little sheet at him. His face was as red as a tomato and he couldn’t even look at him directly, but he had done it!

Mukuro raised an eyebrow, “A note? For me? Is it a love note, Tsunayoshi?” The illusionist didn’t wait for his answer. He picked up the piece of paper and slowly read it. “A doctor’s report..? What is the meaning of this Tsu-…!” He stopped short when he read the paper up until the end. His eyes scanned the paper from top to bottom again, then a third time, his eyes slowly widening in shock.

“Mukuro-sama..?” Chrome’s brows were furrowed in worry. Was some horrible news written on the paper?

Mukuro didn’t answer her, reading the paper again for what had to be the tenth time. Mis-matched eyes finally shot up, to look at the boy before him.

Tsuna was smiling softly now, calmer to see that Mukuro was just as panicked as he had been before. It was like a small bit of justice just for him.

“T-tsunayoshi… b-but… b-but h-how…?” now it was Mukuro’s turn to have his voice fail him

“H-happy Father’s Day, Rokudo Mukuro.” Tsuna said softly in response.

Yes, the look on his face really did seem to make it all worth it.

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End!

Just a quickly written, long ass, PWP bunny that bit me about 30 minutes to midnight last night! XD!

It's quickly written, and probably has tons of glaring errors, but I wanted to have it done before the end of the day! I'll probably go back and fix it later.

I wasn't going to add the sex scene at first, but that seems to be the theme that all my Mafia Dreams (Reborn Oneshots) that I write, so I decided to keep up with the tradition. It's not up to standards with how I usually write my sex scenes, but like I said, it wasn't originally in there and I added in there last moment and rather quickly. Sorry about that!

So yes, this is one shot! I'm not explaining how it's possible for Tsuna to have gotten pregnant, I'm not going to continue with another chapter of pregnant!Tsuna! It's just this and that's that! I couldn't decide who should have been the father at first. It could have been Mukuro, it could have been Hibari, it could even have been Dino, Xanxus, or even Gokudera just to write his reaction, but in the end I went with Mukuro... for no other reason than he's the one on the weekly calender this week. Hooray!

Sorry if this is just a horribly written story. I just wanted it submit it in time for father's day! Happy Father's day! XD!

Why did I go with this title? I'm not sure... but... yeah, just did... there's a parasite growing inside of Tsuna! OMG!

Oh! And if you are a fan of my fics, be it just a particular fic or many of them, please check out the link provided below. It really means a lot to me to get any and all the support that I can.
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