Mafia Dreams

Tsuna was looking forward to today. He looked forward to this day every year. The day of the anniversary of his birth, his birthday! The day that he would not have to jump through hoops for someone else’s entertainment! Especially this year! This year Sawada Tsunayoshi turned nineteen years old. An odd number, which of course meant that this year they’d be holding a traditional Vongolian Birthday Party for him! Him! Tsuna! Meaning that he’d be the one judging the others for their presents and performance! Especially since yesterday he had been put through his paces for Reborn’s birthday.

Of course Tsuna knew at this point that the participant with the lowest score wouldn’t die (really, no one had died so far from these celebrations as far as Tsuna was concerned). He was just glad that he wasn’t the one having to put on a show. He was never any good at that, and he always seemed to score low, except on Gokudera’s birthday parties. He always won Gokudera’s Vongolian Birthday Parties, even that year he had been sick and sat out the celebrations all together.

But that didn’t matter right now! Because today was his birthday and all he had to do today was enjoy the day and judge everyone else fairly!

…

Or so he thought…

“Eeeh?! What do you mean we’re not doing the Vongolian Birthday Party?! It’s… it’s tradition, right?” Tsuna looked around the room wildly to all the smiling faces of his friends amongst the balloons and party decorations. None of them seemed surprised with the news like he did. Chances were good that Reborn told everyone but him again!

“Aa,” Reborn nodded, the once baby hit man smirking down at his adorable little pupil, “But it’s time we make a new tradition.”

“Eh?! B-but why?! What’s wrong with the old tradition? I thought this was supposed to be a long standing tradition, right?”

“It is… it’s been tradition ever since the days of Vongola Primo, but all traditions start new somewhere, ne? You are Vongola Decimo, I think ten generations is enough time to introduce a new tradition. Then another new tradition can be made for Vongola Ventesimo as well.”

“Aa, c’mon Tsuna. It sounds like fun!” Yamamoto grinned.

“Yeah, Sawada! It’ll be great to the EXTREME!” Ryohei pumped his fist in the air with enthusiasm.

“If Juudaime doesn’t want to do it, then we don’t have to do it,” Gokudera nodded firmly, crossing his arms over his chest, though by his expression alone Tsuna could tell that he really wanted to do this new tradition, too whatever it was.

Looking around he could tell that all the others were looking forward to the festivities today, even Hibari, though his Cloud Guardian looked as aloof as always to the untrained eye. Dino was smiling knowingly, resting his chin on his steepled hands. Mukuro himself almost looked beside himself with suppressed glee, and Chrome was smiling shyly in excitement. Even Ken and Chikusa seemed to be waiting in anticipation, Ken licking his lips like an animal waiting to pounce on its meal. Whatever it was, it had to be good, right? His friends wouldn’t be looking forward to something that was humiliating for him, would they? Well… at least not Gokudero and Yamamoto… or Ryohei if the boxer was aware that it would be humiliating for Tsuna… Dino probably wouldn’t, either.

With a resigned sigh, Tsuna nodded, “Alright… I guess if it means we don’t have to do the Vongola Talent Scoring game anymore its okay.”

“No, this new tradition is just for your birthdays, Tsuna. Everyone else will still have the normal Vongolian Birthday Party on their odd-numbered birthdays.”

“Hiii?! You mean I still have to put on a show for others on their birthdays?! That’s not fair!” Tsuna whined.

“Let’s get started!” Reborn clapped his hands, ignoring Tsuna’s woes. He waved Mukuro over. “If you will get us started, Rokudo Mukuro.”

“Kufufu, with pleasure, Reborn-san.” Mukuro rose elegantly from his seat, summoning his trident from nowhere with a flourish

“Wait! What’s this new tradition supposed to be about?! What am I supposed to do?!” Tsuna immediately panicked to see Mukuro with his weapon.

“Kufufufu, don’t worry about a thing, Tsunayoshi-kun. You just stand there and relax and leave the rest to me. This will be a fun game, believe me.” The male Mist Guardian twirled the trident staff like a baton between his fingers. This did nothing to sooth Tsuna’s worries.

“B-but… w-what about Kyoko and Haru? They’re not here! And neither is my mom, or Bianchi… and Lambo and I-Pin! And Fuuta isn’t here, either!”

“Stop trying to stall, Dame-Tsuna. They’ll all be here later.” Reborn had taken up Mukuro’s abandoned seat, crossing one long leg over the other.

“A-ah… eh,” Tsuna swallowed thickly, no longer able to find any other good reason to stall for more time lest he feel Reborn’s wrath in the form of a bullet… or ten… dozen. He sighed heavily and nodded, “Hai… I guess I’m ready.”

“Kufufufu, good… Just relax Tsunayoshi. This won’t hurt a bit. Now everyone think of their ideal Tsunayoshi just like Reborn-san explained.”

“Eh?! Ideal me?! What’s that supposed to mean?!”

But Tsuna was ignored again. Mukuro breathed in deep, almost as if he was trying to feel out the room’s energy then grinned widely. The number in his red eye switched to the 1st path, the path of hell.

Tsuna felt a gust of wind rush through him and then it was over. “E-eh..?!” Was that it? What just happened? Looking around himself, Tsuna couldn’t see any sort of illusion around him. What had Mukuro done?

“Tch! That’s obviously the baseball idiot’s ideal!” Gokudera snorted and leaned back in his chair.

“Ahahaha! I guess it is a bit obvious, huh?” Yamamoto grinned good naturedly. “But it does look good on you Tsuna. You pull off the baseball uniform well.”

“Eh?!” Baseball uniform? Tsuna looked down at himself and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

He was wearing the Nanimori High baseball uniform, the number on his shirt reading 27. “Ah… I am in uniform…” Was that it..? Their ‘ideal Tsuna’ is just what they wanted to see him dressed in? Tsuna relaxed, if this was all that there was to the new tradition than he could handle it no problem!

Mukuro pouted a little, looking put-off. “How boring…” he muttered, looking disappointed with Tsuna’s outfit.

Tsuna had to wonder what it was that Mukuro wanted him to wear. He was just about to scold his Mist Guardian about being nicer to other people’s choices when Mukuro’s suddenly looked around the room again, a grin spreading across his lips.

“That’s more like it!” With a flash and another gust of wind the room suddenly fell silent.

Tsuna slowly uncringed, wondering what had suddenly gotten into the illusionist. He looked down at himself and tensed. He made a choked ‘gleeping’ sound and his cheeks burned a bright red! He was still wearing the Nanimori baseball shirt… but that was all he was wearing! And only the last three buttons on the long shirt were buttoned, the large shirt slipping off his shoulders! He was three buttons away from showing off his privates to the room!

“Mukuro!!” he cried out, clapping his hands over his barely hidden modesty.

“Whoa! Tsuna’s nearly naked to the extreme!”

“You god-damned pervert! What do you think you’re doing to Juudaime?! This wasn’t part of the game!” Gokudera was quick in defending his honor, but even he was blushing brightly, not immuned to the affects of having a nearly naked Tsuna right in his sights. For his part Yamamoto just seemed to be staring intensely at Tsuna, as if lost in his thoughts. Tsuna’s shifted uncomfortably under such a hard stare, and it wasn’t the only one trained on him!

“Kufufu, the rules of the game were that I illusion your ideas for outfits you’d like to see Tsunayoshi in onto Tsunayoshi himself. Someone in this room is being very naughty in their thoughts of the Vongola boss, aren’t they?” Mukuro looked Tsuna over shamelessly.

Tsuna couldn’t form words right now if he tried, mortified beyond reason. All he could do was fidget in place and make sure he kept covered.

Gokudera whirled around on the rest of the group, “Who the hell was thinking about Juudaime in such an erotic way?! I’ll blow you up right now!”

“That’s not gonna make anyone wanna confess, octopus head! Besides, it could just as easily been you, too! Your face is red to the extreme!” Though the Sun Guardian wasn’t really one to talk as his nose was currently trickling blood onto his clothes.

“N-nii-san!! Your nose!” Tsuna squeaked.

Ryohei wiped the blood from under his nose and stared at his fingers for a long moment. “My nose is totally bleeding… TO THE EXTREME!!”

“N-nii-san! W-why is your nose bleeding?! You should probably try to stop that!” Tsuna pleaded, worried for the over the top boxer.

“Maa, maa, everyone just calm down.” Yamamoto waved his hands down in a calming motion finally coming out of his trance.

“This is probably your dirty fantasy, you baseball freak! It was originally your idea to have in a baseball uniform, right?!”

“Why don’t we just move on to the next outfit quickly before everyone passes out from blood gathering to unwanted places on our bodies, ne?” Dino chuckled nervously, but his own face was blushing pretty brightly as well.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?! Don’t think about Juudaime that way! I’ll kill you!”

“Gokudera, your face is just as red as the rest of us. Calm down and return to your seat.” Reborn warned, though his face wasn’t red in the least. The hit man didn’t seem flustered at all.

Gokudera tensed, blushing even darker, but at least it got his temper in check. The Storm Guardian took his seat again, looking subdued.

Tsuna didn’t know how much more of this he could take. “P-please… please can we stop this?”

Mukuro tsked and shook his head, “Not until the game is done Tsunayoshi-kun. But I will move onto the next outfit if it makes you feel better.” Mukuro looked around the room once again. There was a flash and a gust of wind, but Tsuna was almost afraid to see what he was wearing this time.

“Ahahaha! That’s Sasagawa-sempai’s for sure!” Yamamoto laughed, slapping his hand on his knee.

“Ah…” Tsuna braved opening his eyes and peeking down. He was wearing boxing shorts and gloves, a heavyweight belt around his waist. Well… this wasn’t so bad, it wasn’t like it’d be the first time he dressed this way after all.

“SAWADA!” This time it was Ryohei who jumped up to his feet, the fires of determination almost literally in his eyes. “You look fierce to the extreme! Does this mean you’ve finally decided to join the boxing club?!”

“Eh? B-but… we’ve both already graduated from high school, nii-san,” Tsuna offered his Sun Guardian a sheepish, apologetic smile.

Ryohei looked put off, but only for a moment, he nodded, pointing dramatically. “YOU’RE RIGHT! But I still challenge you to a boxing match, SAWADA! To the extreme!”

“Ah… ano…” Tsuna felt a sweat drop at his temple, and a quick look around the room confirmed that he wasn’t the only one, “M-maybe later, nii-san? R-right now… w-we’re still at the party.”

“ALRIGHT!” That seemed to satisfy the boxer. Ryohei took his seat again without further complaint.

“Sports, sports, sports… everyone seems to like you to be athletic, ne Tsunayoshi-kun?” Mukuro teased, looking Tsuna over again. He chuckled suddenly and Tsuna gasped, feeling the shorts tighten down to what looked like girl’s boy shorts showing off more of his peachy pale thighs. R-real illusions?!

“Hiiii?!”

“Mukuro! This time you did it on purpose!!” Gokudera looked ready to attack the Mist Guardian.

Mukuro shrugged with a wry grin, “I’m just dressing Tsunayoshi in ways I pick up from the thoughts of people in the room. Don’t blame me for the perversion of others.” Though the illusionist was certainly enjoying the view of the Vongola’s delectable bottom peeking out from the edge of the shorts.

“Why you!” Gokudera hands were filled with dynamite already, but he dropped them all when a shot whizzed right by his ear.

Reborn held the smoking gun, “Gokudera, I’ve already warned you to calm down. You are ruining the objective of the game with your constant outbursts. One more and you’ll be kicked out of the party and you won’t get to see Tsuna in your outfit.”

… What sort of punishment was that?! Tsuna actually was glad that Gokudera would interrupt, hoping that it would bring an early end to the game, but he knew he’d have no such luck. And anyways, the threat seemed sufficient enough because Gokudera sat back down with a flush.

“Sawada has nice legs, to the extreme!” Ryohei suddenly blurted out, giving the young mafia boss a thumb up.

“E-eeeh?! N-nii-san! Don’t say such strange things!” Tsuna waved his arms frantically, his face as red as a tomato. He tried to cover his legs, but just felt foolish doing so.

“But they are nice legs, Tsuna. Very well built and long, like a runner’s legs.” Yamamoto nodded with a smile.

“Ah… eh… I…” Tsuna floundered for words. He was happy with the compliments, but… why were they staring at his legs?!

“Some of the sexiest legs I’ve ever seen,” Dino nodded with a grin.

“D-dino-san…” Not him, too! And why sexy?!

“Tch… Juudaime’s legs are the best, there’s no doubt about that,” Gokudera grumbled like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“His ass isn’t so bad, either,” Mukuro remarked from behind the Sky Guardian, staring at said ass lecherously.

“HIIII!!!’ Tsuna whirled around just so Mukuro wouldn’t be staring at his butt anymore, but then turned around just as quickly when he realized he’d just be showing said bottom off to all the others in these tiny shorts. What was wrong with everyone today?!

“I think it’s best to move onto the next outfit now, Mukuro, before Tsuna runs away.” Reborn chuckled.

“Aa, you’re probably right.”

“Reborn…” Tsuna breathed out his name in awe and gratitude. All this time he had thought that his tutor just liked to torture him, but here he was, saving him!

He closed his eyes and let out a grateful sigh as he felt the gust of wind going through him. He heard a low whistle and opened his eyes.

“Ah…” There were no words Tsuna could form to describe his reaction to this new outfit

“Another uniform, eh?” Mukuro chuckled darkly. “It suits you, Tsunayoshi, but I bet the Kokuyo uniform would have looked better on you.”

All Tsuna could muster in reply was a squeak. He was sure his face was as red as a tomato, and he could feel all the stares on him from his friends. This had to be a joke! They had to be laughing at him, Tsuna was sure of it! Because the young boss of the Vongola was dressed in the Nanimori girl’s school uniform! The skirt, top, vest, the knee-high socks, even the red bow around his neck! Tsuna was wearing the full outfit! And he was sure that he even felt barrettes in his hair.

“Tsuna…” Yamamoto started softly.

“Juudaime… you… you look…” Gokudera went on when Yamamoto’s voice trailed off, but then his did as well.

“So…” Dino tried to continue, but the words seemed to fail him as well.

What?! What was it! Someone just say it! Tsuna mentally cried. What did he look like? Stupid? Perverted? Ridiculous?!

“… Kawaii…” Chrome’s soft voice finally chimed in.

“Ah… eh?!” Tsuna’s could only stare at his friends in shock.

“Ahaha, yeah, what Chrome-chan said. You look really cute, Tsuna. Like a girl,” Yamamoto smiled.

“Yeah! Cute to the max, Sawada! I am completely shocked!” Ryohei nodded enthusiasitcally

“A… girl?!” J-just what was that supposed to mean about him?

“Tch, Juudaime does not look cute like a girl!” Gokudera said, and Tsuna felt a swell of gratitude for his Storm Guaridan. “Juudaime is prettier than any girl!” And just like that the feelings of gratitude were gone.

“You guys…” Tsuna’s voice quivered a bit.

“Whose ideal Tsuna is that anyways?” Dino looked around the room.

“That’s true, it’s not that obvious this time, ne?” Yamamoto rubbed his chin thoughtfully Well probably someone who went to Nanimori… or someone who saw the girls in the uniform and liked it… so really anyone in the room.”

“C-can we just… c-change the outfit already?” Tsuna implored. He didn’t care whose idea it was! He just didn’t want to be in the skirt anymore!

“Hai, hai,” Mukuro’s eye flashed again and with a gust of wind Tsuna’s outfit changed… or so he thought.

“Egh!” Tsuna heard Gokudera choke and already he feared opening his eyes and seeing what he was wearing this time. But his curiosity won out in the end and with an expectant cringe Tsuna slowly opened his eyes.

Right away he wished he hadn’t.

He was still wearing the Nanimori School girl’s uniform, but now the skirt was much shorter, to the point that Tsuna realized that he had also been illusioned into a pair of girl’s panties. The shirt and vest had shortened as well, becoming smaller and clingier and exposing his midriff. Tsuna was sure that if it was possible to actually die from embarrassment, now would be the time.

“M-mukuro! Stop doing that! Please!” Tsuna pleaded with his male Mist Guardian, though he knew it wouldn’t get him anymore.

“Kufufufu, but it suits you so well, Tsunayoshi. All I’m doing is following the-…” The sound of a hole being punched into the wall cut Mukuro off short.

Hibari’s tonfa was embedded firmly into the wall, the Cloud Guardian giving off a dangerous uniform. “There is no tampering with the Nanimori school uniform. Do you want me to bite you to death?”

“Hiii!! H-hibari-san! Please calm down! T-this is… this is just an illusion anyways! It’s not a real school uniform!”

A wild thought passed through everyone’s head. Had this outfit been Hibari’s idea?! No way!

“Kufufu, do calm down, Hibari Kyoya, this is all in good fun. Besides, this is an improvement if you ask me.” Mukuro taunted with a good natured smile.

“Change him now or I’ll gouge out that demon eye of yours,” Hibari threatened.

“Tch, so touchy… Fine, fine… There’s still plenty of ideas to pick.” Mukuro twirled his trident staff in the air for affect before banging it on the floor, a hard gust of wind overtaking Tsuna once more.

“What the hell is that supposed to be?!”

Tsuna sighed and opened is eyes again at Gokudera’s outburst, already expecting the worst. “E-eh?!” The only way to accurately describe this outfit would be… a mixture of that tomb raider girl’s outfit, with the short shorts, tank top and utility belt, not to mention thigh high strap up boots, and Indiana Jones with the tattered brown leather jacket and hat. There was a whip strapped at his hip that made Tsuna glance uneasily at Dino.

The Bucking Bronco grinned back in return, giving Tsuna a thumb’s up in approval.

“D-dino-san…” Why..? Why did things like this keep happening to him? Why were his friends imagining him in such strange outfits.

Mukuto whistled low. “That is one impressive outfit, Tsunayoshi. I don’t think there’s anyway to make it sexier than it already is.”

But why were they trying to make it sexy?!

“Bronco Dino?! This is your doing?! Why are you imagining Juudaime in such a way?!” Gokudera rounded on the Cavallone Boss.

Dino returned the outright glare with a friendly smile. “It looks good on him. This is our ideal version of Tsuna, right? I didn’t know I’d have to explain my decision.”

“Y-you damn, perverted, no good-!”

“Gokudera, please!” Tsuna sighed heavily, shaking his head. “Just let it go. The sooner we get through this the better.”

“But Juudaime! This isn’t right! They shouldn’t make you wear such… such strange outfits!”

“Gokudera, enough.” Tsuna was determined to get this to finish quickly, because he knew there was no way to get out of it. “Keep going, Mukuro.”

Gokudera winced and sat back down, “Forgive me, Juudaime.”

“It’s alright, Gokudera,” Yamamoto put a comforting hand on the Storm Guardian’s shoulder. “Just try to enjoy it. Tsuna looks cute in all these outfits.”

“Tch… whatever.”

“Kufufu, so assertive, Tsunayoshi. Very well!”

Another gust of wind, another hushed reaction from his friends. Tsuna steeled his resolve and opened his eyes. He felt a tick pulse at his temple. Why?!

“Ah, Chrome-chan! You didn’t have to imagine this just for me! You should have picked something you wanted to see Tsunayoshi in yourself!” Mukuro gushed, wrapping his arms around Tsuna in a fierce hug. “So adorable, Vongola!”

“Hiii!”

“Get your hands off Juudaime, you freak!”

“Ahahaha! Another school girl uniform, Tsuna! It suits you, too!”

“I-it does look good on him, Mukuro-sama. I don’t mind. I like it.” Chrome shyly smiled.

“Get Sawada Tsunayoshi out of that deplorable outfit now or I’ll bite you all to death.”

“Thank you, Chrome-chan, it’s the best birthday present ever!” Mukuro nuzzled the top of Tsuna’s head.

“Mukuro! I-it’s not your birthday!” Tsuna gasped and managed to push the clinging illusionist away. He tugged down on the Kokuyo girl’s uniform skirt, blushing pink.

Mukuro pouted, trying to look adorable, but he just creeped the rest of the group out. “I guess you’re right. Still… it makes me happy, Tsunayoshi-kun.”

Tsuna sighed, nodding, “Can we move on to the next one now?”

“Of course, just one more thing,” with a flash of his red eye, Mukuro changed Tsuna’s outfit to the sexy version of the Kokuyo’s girl uniform. “This time it is for me!”

“Mukuro!”

“You bastard! Change Juudaime now!’

“Bite you all to death!”

“Oh fine, spoil sports.” Another flash, another outfit change.

“Ah!”

“So cool!”

“Not bad at all, Tsuna! You look good in any outfit!”

“That look suits you perfectly Juudaime!”

“I… I guess this isn’t so bad… i-it’s… actually nice.” Tsuna nodded as he looked himself over. He knew right away that this outfit idea had to be Gokudera’s. It had his style written all over it. He looked almost like a j-rock artist with the large white button down shirt with ruffled sleeves that stuck out of the arms of the black jacket that went over it. The jacket itself had long coattails and loose straps that didn’t seem to serve any sort of purpose. A black collar hung around his neck with a pendant similar to his Sky Ring hanging from it. Black bands, rings, and silver chains hung from his wrists and on his fingers, and black, form fitting pants hugged his legs all the way down to shiny black boots. Tsuna was sure that Gokudera had thought of this outfit long and hard for him.

“I love it, Gokudera, thank you.”

“A-ah… you’re welcome Juudaime! It looks really good on you! I’m glad you approve!” Gokudera gushed all at once, his face flushed and smiling brightly, very pleased with himself.

“Kufufu, but someone in here thinks it could be better.” Mukuro’s eye flashed.

Tsuna was almost afraid to look, but he had come this far. The pants had been turned to a black pair of boyshirts, shiny black stockings held up by garters encasing his legs, the elegant black boots turning calf-high, lace-up bitch boots. His chocker had been turned into a slave’s collar complete with an attachment for a leash. The shirt had been untouched except to unbutton it more, exposing more of his chest and his navel. Tsuna was shocked to see that his belly button had been pierced, yelping when he touched it and felt how real it was.

“M-mukuro! Y-you didn’t, right?!”

“Kufufufu, you know how real my illusions can feel, Tsunayoshi. Never you fear, your body hasn’t actually been altered in any way.”

“Y-you… You bastard! How dare you turn my outfit for Juudaime into another one of your little dirty fantasy outfits!”

“Gokudera, I’ve had enough of you. You have been warned multiple times. Go to the corner.” Reborn’s black eyes frowned sharply at the Storm Guardian.

“But Reborn-san I-!”

The gun clicked and Gokudera silenced. “To the corner, Gokudera.” The others paled at the Spartan tactic over such a light punishment.

Gokudera sweat-dropped, but he could tell when he was beat. “Juudaime, forgive my behavior!” He got to his feet, bowing his head.

“Aa, it’s okay, Gokudera,” Tsuna smiled sheepishly.

Gokudera’s head shot up, “Then you forgive me, Juudaime?!”

“To the corner, Gokudera!” Reborn barked, making the silver-haired Italian wince. Head dropped down to his chest, Gokudera trudged over to the corner.

“Kufufu… now where were we? Ah, yes,” Mukuro’s eyes flashed once again.

“Ka-ka…. Ka… kawaii!” Chrome squealed, her eye wide in awe.

“Ahahaha! You look so cute, Tsuna!”

“Yeah, I just want to hug you to my chest and cuddle you to the extreme, Sawada!”

“Juudaime…!”

“Stay in the corner, Gokudera.”

“You have to be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, Tsuna-kun,” Dino nodded last.

This time Tsuna’s outfit consisted of an overly large white, sleeveless shirt with a ruffled collar, purple shorts peeking out from under it. A large pink bow was wrapped around his neck and on his head were a pair of long, white rabbit ears.

“Hiii…!” Tsuna shook his head wildly in denial, trying to tug the shirt down further.

“Heh, it suits the Bunny-chan perfectly, doesn’t it?” Ken grinned toothily.

“This outfit is your idea, Ken-chan?” Chromed asked in awe.

“It sure is! It’s the perfect outfit for him, isn’t it?” the beast boy grinned with pride.

“Ken always did have a weakness for cute things.” Chikusa nodded.

“S-shut up, Kakipi!” Pride was quickly replaced with embarrassment, Ken’s cheeks burning bright red. He spared a quick glance at Chrome afterwards and hoped that no one noticed.

“It’s a very suiting outfit, Ken. Well done.” Mukuro nodded, then with a flash of his eye the outfit changed.

The only thing that remained of the previous outfit were the bunny ears, and besides that the only thing that Tsuna wore were suit cuffs and a pair of black Chippendale underwear.

“HIIIIIII!!! Mukuro!! Change it now!!” Tsuna tried his best to cover his modesty, but there was only so much two hands could cover.

“J-juudaime!” there was a loud thump.

“Ah, it looks like Gokudera passed out. You look like good, Tsuna,” Dino laughed, idly dabbing his nose with a napkin that was quickly turning red.

“Haha, maybe you should be a dancer like that, Tsuna. It looks good” Yamamoto nodded, blushing darkly.

Tsuna shook his head wildly, “No way! G-girls wouldn’t want to see someone like me doing something that embarrassing!” Girls would probably rather see someone like Yamamoto dressed like this, dancing for them, than someone like him.

“Ah… yeah, I guess you’re right…” Yamamoto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. Honestly, he hadn’t even thought of Tsuna dancing for girls in the first place, but he really couldn’t say that.

“Tasteless,” Hibari snorted in disgust, but even as he looked away his face was lightly flushed.

“Sawada! Sexy to the extreme!”

“Hiii! Nii-san! Your nose is bleeding again!” It was more like a gushing torrent. What was keeping Ryohei conscious with that sort of bloodloss?! “Mukuro! Please! C-change the outfit now, please?” Tsuna turned his pleading gaze up at his Mist guardian, unknowingly giving everyone else the view that Mukuro had been enjoying this whole time, the side of the cute white bunny tail sticking out from the black underwear.

“Kufufufu, I love it when you beg to me, Tsunayoshi. Alright, but only because you asked so very nicely,” Mukuro looked around the room for who he might have missed. He tsked softly and shook his head, “Sorry Chikusa, but we have to maintain some level of decorum. I’m afraid I can’t use your outfit on Tsunayoshi.”

Chikusa nodded, “I understand, Mukuro-sama.”

Tsuna’s eyes widened in surprise. There was a level of decorum?! With the outfits that he had been forced into so far?! And Chikusa’s went beyond the level of decorum?! What was it?! The Sky Guardian glanced fearfully at the yo-yo wielder, thinking that he saw a teasingly malicious glint in his eyes. Hiii!!

“T-then who’s left? I-is this the last one?” Tsuna was hopeful, so very hopeful!

“Well…” Mukuro grinned widely, “There is at least one left…” But then the illusionist’s eyes went slightly distant before focusing again just as quickly, “Or not. Kufufufu.”

That demonic eye flashed and with a heavy flump of numerous layers of clothe hitting the floor Tsuna found himself in a golden orange renaissance styled dress with corset and all. Holy Vongola Primo! He couldn’t breathe!

“Whose idea is that?” Yamamoto asked, looking the outfit over in curiosity.

“Well…” Mukuro trailed off with a grin.

The doors suddenly burst open.

“VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIII~!” Everyone cringed at the loud, booming voice. “Sorry we’re late, but Belphagor insisted on being fashionably late, and-…” Squalo’s voice tapered off into surprise to walk in on the Vongola boss dressed as… a princess?

“What the hell kind of trash is this?” Xanxus angry growl followed in after Squalo, smacking the shark on his way in. He looked Tsuna over critically. How could someone so wimpy, who dressed in girl’s clothes, could have possibly beaten him?!

“Kufufu, actually you’re just in time. We’re playing a game called “Dress Up The Vongola Boss” and this outfit is actually one of the ones you guys thought of.

“Tch, what a stupid ass game.” Xanxus found a seat in the back, crossing his arms and his legs and staring on in boredom.

“Who would-…” Squalo started, but was interrupted as Belphegor strode forward.

“Princess, have you decided to dress up for me today?” He took Tsuna’s hand in his own, leaning down to place a gentlemanly kiss on the back of his hand.

“Ah… eh… ano…” Tsuna was in shock that some of the Varia members had shown up to his birthday party, apparently invited. The fact that apparently he was dressed up as the blade manaic’s ‘princess’ was beyond the scale of what he could react to.

“I’ll make you my queen, ushishishi…” Belphegor’s wide grin was eerier than usual, Tsuna going as pale as a ghost.

“Don’t you touch Juudaime, you blood freak!” Apparently Gokudera had regained consciousness in time to defend his boss once more.

“Gokudera! Corner!” Reborn snapped irritably.

“B-but Reborn-san! T-this is… they are-..!”

“Now!”

Gokudera cringed and headed back to the corner, sparing a scathing glare at the would be Storm Guardian.

Tsuna had regained just a bit of his composure at this point, slipping his hand free of Belphegor’s hold, backing up a bit. “Mukuro…” his voice was pleading.

“Hai, hai,” Mukuro waved dismissively and his eye flashed again.

“HIIII!!!”

“Ushishishi! The perfect honeymoon outfit for my princess!” Belphegor looked ready to pounce. Tsuna’s was wearing the Princess Leia golden slave bikini costume, complete with collar and chain.

“MUKURO!!!” Tsuna cried out in dismay.

“That’s enough!” Xanxus roared. “Belphegor, get your ass over here!”

Belphegor’s maniac grin melted into a sulk, but he snuck in a quick group on the unsuspecting Sky Guardian before shuffling off to sit by Xanxus’s side.

“HIIII!!!”

“HEY!!” Several cries rang out in the room.

“Ushishi, you can’t blame a guy, can you?”

“You god-damned blood freak! You just wait! You’re dead!”

“Stop! Mukuro! Please! Continue!”

“Kufufu, but you should stay like this, Tsunayoshi. You can be my pet.”

“Keep your hands off my princess!” Belphegor warned.

“Fuhn… right,” Mukuro’s eye flashed once again.

“Ah!” there were several choked intakes of air and several sudden torrents of gushing blood.

“Hiii?!” Tsuna opened his eyes to this alarming sight and once again he was afraid to look down at himself. But… but he had to know! At least… he thought he did, but after looking he wished he hadn’t! This new outfit consisted of nothing but leather straps and buckles around his body in various angles, over his torso, and down his arms and legs, two large straps formed an ‘X’ over his chest.

X….

Body quivering, Tsuna chanced a glance at Xanxus only to see the Varia leader’s usually stoic face spread in a leering grin. Besides Reborn he was the only one without a nose bleed.

“X-xanxus…”

Mukuro cleared his throat, dabbing his bleeding nose with a handkerchief. “Very inspiring outfit, once again I can’t find a way to make it sexier than it is short of leaving you naked, Tsunayoshi.”

“Don’t leave me naked!” Tsuna quickly cried, already cupping his hand over his privates.

“Kufufufu, not in front of everyone, no but let’s change your outfit before everyone needs to be hospitalized.” Mukuro searched the room once again, his eyes falling on the long-haired swordsman. “Don’t you have an outfit you wish to see Tsunayoshi in?”

“Che, that would mean that I thought of the brat enough to picture him in outfits. I don’t care,” Squalo snorted softly and looked away.

“Aa. Very well then, then the end draws close. Just one more outfit for you, Tsunayoshi.”

“Eeh? But… hasn’t everyone already had a turn?” Tsuna counted the back the outfits, and the people in the room.

“Tsk… not everyone, Tsunayoshi. I haven’t, have I?” a slow grin slowly spread across Mukuro’s lips.

Tsuna felt a cold chill settle in the pit of his stomach. Mukuro was the most twisted, devious person he knew. What sort of outfit would Mukuro make him wear? Would it be worse than this strap-y, naked one? N-no… there was noting worse than this, right?!

But then… he hadn’t allowed Chikusa’s outfit. Was Chikusa’s outfit worse than this?! And what would Mukuro choose that would be allowed? Honey brown eyes locked with gleaming blue and red.

“Kufufu, you look so scared, Tsunayoshi… It’s delectable.”

“W-what are you going to do, Mukuro?” Tsuna’s voice quivered.

“Fuhn… you’ll see.” Tsuna stared straight into those eyes as Mukuro’s red eye flashed once more.

There were several gasps and the soft, ruffling sound of lacy clothes falling to the floor.

“Tsuna…”

“Juudaime…”

“Sawada…”

“Fhn…” Reborn smirked in amusement.

“Ah… a wedding dress?!” Tsuna squawked indignantly. Layer upon layer of lace, ruffles, embroidery, and pearls covered the wide skirt, a hoop skirt petticoat helping it keep it’s shape. The top was corseted, and Tsuna’s shoulders were left exposed. A long white veil trailed behind the Vongola Decimo, falling back several feet past the end of the dress as well.

“Ah… so beautiful, Tsunayoshi. I knew it would fit you perfectly, too.”

“A wedding dress?!” Tsuna repeated. Of all the things he could have imagined Mukuro picking for him, this was not even in the top twenty!

“Kufufufu… The perfect wedding dress to make you my bride, of course,” Mukuro’s arms wound around Tsuna’s petite waist, drawing him close.

“A-ah… M-mukuro…!”

“Tsuna?!”

“Mom?!” Tsuna’s eyes bugged out of his head. Why did she have to get home now?!

“Hahi?!”

“Tsuna-kun…?”

“Ah! Haru! Kyoko!” Noooooo! They weren’t supposed to see him this way!

“Tsuna-chan is getting married? And you didn’t even ask your mama?!” Sawada Nana was upset, her hands set firmly on her hips.

“Mom! This isn’t what you think!!” Tsuna pleaded.

“Mrs. Sawada,” Mukuro bowed his head politely, fitting on a charming smile. “I will take good care of your son.”

“Oh my!” Nana blushed pink, clapping her hands over her cheeks. “My Tsuna-chan is marrying such a handsome young man? I whole heartedly approve!”

“MOM!!” This couldn’t be happening!

“I thank you, kaa-san,” Mukuro chuckled.

“And I will happily give you up to marriage, too Tsuna” Reborn nodded.

“You can’t do that! You’re not my father! And I can’t marry him! We’re both men!”

“Tsuna, don’t marry Mukuro! Marry me, instead. I’ll make you sushi for dinner every night,” Yamamoto chuckled and took Tsuna’s arm, drawing him away from the illusionist’s embrace.

“Like hell! If Juudaime is going to marry anyone it’s me! I’m his right hand so I’m the one most qualified!”

“No! Sawada! Marry me! We’ll live each day to the extreme!”

“Nii-chan, too? O-okay! Then I’ll fully support you both!”

“NO! KYOKO!! This isn’t what it looks like!”

“Tsuna if you marry me, it will only strengthen the alliance between the Vongola and the Cavollone, ne? Plus, I swear to be a dedicated husband.

“Tsunayoshi will be mine even if I have to bite each and every last one of you to death.”

“If anyone else tries to marry my princess I’ll cut you all to pieces!”

“The lot of you trash better not think of even touching my pet.”

“Hahi! Even if Tsuna gets married to someone else I can still be his mistress and have his children! I’ll be the perfect mistress, Tsuna!”

“Oh my… I never knew my son was so popular… But you have to wait at least long enough for your papa to come home, Tsuna-sweetie! He’ll be upset if he doesn’t give his only son away!”

“WHYYYYY?!” Tsuna’s cry echoed around the neighborhood.

-

Everyone was slowly leaving now, the sky dark and dotted with a few stars out there in the suburbs. Tsuna waved them all good night tiredly until the house was empty. But outside two lingered behind even after the patch quilt family had all gone back inside.

“You did a good job today, Mukuro. All your illusions were very impressive.

“Kufufu, but of course, I hope you enjoyed the festivities today?”

“Fuhn, of course. I knew you would not let me down.”

Mukuro bowed low, “Just think of it as a late birthday present, Reborn-san. Though I loved some of the outfits you thought of for our poor Tsunayoshi. I’m looking forward to next year already.”

A sadistic grin spread across the hit man’s lips, “Me, too…”

Back inside and upstairs Tsuna felt a cold chill run down his spine as he changed into the pajamas and his instinctive reaction was to look around in fear. He had a very bad feeling now.

-

End!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TSUNA! XD! And a belated happy birthday to Reborn, too! X3

I tried to draw something, I really did... but in the end I failed... I failed hard.... so I wrote this instead! XD There were more characters and costume ideas that I wanted to use, but it was already running pretty long, so I cut them out... Sorry! No naughty nurse Tsuna! And whatever out Tsuna I could have thought of with other characters!

I've noticed that even my silly little one-shots are getting longer and longer! X___X I guess it's not a bad thing... but yeah...

This was quickly written, so I'm sorry for the typos and for the long-winded-ness, and the silliness, too X3;

OMG! The first Mafia Dream without sex! X.x;

If you are a fan of this story, or any of my stories please take the time to check out the link provided below! It would really mean a lot to me and any bit of help is greatly appreciated!
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