bakerstreet | FELL ASLEEP ON MEME

Well, this is embarrassing. Or rather, it will be embarrassing when Mukuro wakes up.

He's usually the type to avoid contact with another person, but he hasn't slept in a few days. The young man sitting next to Mukuro isn't one of those annoying, over-talkative types who could keep him awake by not shutting up, so Mukuro doesn't quite notice when 'resting his eyes' becomes actual sleep.

Nor does Mukuro notice himself listing sideways, to rest against the young man's shoulder.

It was a slow and painful progression. Mukuro had actually been asleep for a little while before he'd finally and inevitably landed on Chikusa's shoulder. His head had bobbed here and there quite precariously and more than once the bespectacled pillow had thought about waking him up or even just moving and facing any consequences later.

As is evident, he did neither and now he was paying for it. His body was hyper aware of the pressure and had transitioned from casual slumping to doing everything in its power to remain perfectly still and tense. Even breathing too heavily could disturb Mukuro and that was not what he wanted. They had all been worked hard the past few days but as far as he knew he Ken and Chrome had managed to at least get a few naps in here and there.

Chikusa blinked. Oh. He really needed a wee.

Mukuro slumbers on, oblivious to Chikusa's discomfort. His lips are parted slightly, and there is a growing drool stain on Chikusa's shoulder.

If Chikusa was anybody but himself, a devoted member of the Kokuyo Gang and Mukuro's forever, his damp shoulder would've been prime blackmail material. The great Vongola Mist guardian, Rokudo Mukuro, a drooler. As it happened though, Chikusa was as aforementioned: devoted and eternally loyal. This news would not even reach Ken's ears.

Oh. O-- oh no. No no n---

ACHOO

He managed to stop his body from violently jumping, but the noise and movement of his shoulders was still there. He winced inwardly.

Mukuro flinched, his eyes flying open. He blinked confusedly for several seconds, disoriented, as he tried to figure out what had happened. Something had woken him, a loud noise, but from what? His eyes widened and he quickly turned to see who it was beside him--

Though he was generally considered to be shameless, Mukuro had a certain reputation and falling asleep on his ~~friend~~ subordinate's shoulder and-- drooling on him, as if this could get any worse, did not meet the criteria. Mukuro quickly scrubbed a hand over the corner of his mouth, hoping that the heat he could feel in his cheeks was simply the product of his imagination.

"... How long was I asleep?" he asked at length, his voice a bit stiffer than usual as he strove for a little dignity. It was probably a lost cause, unfortunately.

Chikusa remained where he was, not moving a muscle. That included his eyes, which were very much focused on whatever was in front of him. Anything as long as it wasn't Mukuro to the side of him.

"I don't know..." He didn't own a watch nor was there a clock around and it wasn't as though he would time it anyway. Perhaps 'long enough to leave drool' was not the most ideal or appropriate answer. "You needed sleep." Was this his attempt to comfort Mukuro? Let's not think too much into that answer.

Mukuro frowned. Now that he thought about it, he did feel a great deal more rested and alert than he had before.

"That's true," he acknowledged, finally. "But I should have found a more appropriate place to sleep." Chikusa wouldn't even look at him, obviously this had strained their relationship. Usually Mukuro didn't care whether he made his subordinates uncomfortable or not, but that discomfort had never been from a moment of vulnerability on his part as it was now.

"I apologize," he added, shifting so that they weren't touching at all. He stared ahead as well, at a bit of a loss how to proceed.

The warmth on his side had been present for a while - long enough to surprise Chikusa into looking where it had gone to. Perhaps he hadn't given the correct response. Mukuro might be annoyed or angry with him but he would not ask.

"I didn't mind."

It was true. He would travel to the ends of the Earth and back if it were Mukuro's wish. Being a pillow was relatively easier.

Mukuro blinked. Chikusa wouldn't lie, at least not to him; and he had let Mukuro sleep on him long enough to... drool. He shuddered inwardly at the thought. He couldn't imagine allowing someone to drool on him.

"Kufufu, I'll keep that in mind." He smirked at Chikusa, recovering his composure now that he knew where they stood. "Are you tired?" he asked, only half-teasingly; it had been busy the past few days, and Chikusa had a habit of pushing himself without rest.

"No." He didn't even think about it. He didn't need to. He really was fine without sleep and he knew to get some if he started burning out, which he wasn't yet. "I'll sleep later. When Ken's back."

Mukuro glanced at him, but concluded - again - that Chikusa wouldn't lie to him. "Very well~" He stretched, back popping slightly, before slumping back against the seat. "It will be nice when things settle down again."

"Yeah," he agreed. While he enjoyed their 'missions', it did take a lot out of them. He wasn't complaining though - anything to get a few steps further in their shared goal. Mafia bastards. "I was thinking of doing yo-yo tricks in the town centre. To get a little money."

Clothes, food, maybe even a new mattress. Or just money for a net café to shower in.

Mukuro nodded. "We are rather short on supplies," he remarked. "That's a good idea."

Verde had provided some furnishings for Kokuyoland, but his subordinates - and if Mukuro was really honest, he was the same, especially when Fran's obnoxious attitude was concerned - could be rowdy and things got broken. And the essentials, like food, always seemed to be a little short.

It wasn't the ideal situation, and Mukuro knew that if he asked Tsunayoshi for aid, the boy would provide it but... no matter how different Tsunayoshi himself was, he was still part of the mafia.

"Perhaps I should arrange for Fran and I to put on a magic show," Mukuro mused aloud.

Oh man. It wasn't even often that he himself got to see Mukuro and Fran playing around with their illusions and tricks, let alone the whole town. They could start a travelling circus if they wanted and everybody would come.

"You'd make a lot," he remarked, "But it would attract attention."

FELL ASLEEP ON MEME

kakimoto chikusa | katekyo hitman reborn!

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he'll wake up next time promise ~

drool stain tho

he's just that classy

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