Title: Folie à Deux
Disclaimers: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! rightfully belongs to Amano Akira
Pairing: Byakuran/Mukuro and Mukuro/Hibari/Mukuro (in later chapters)
Warning: Non-con, spoiler (for future arc), yaoi and still un-beta-ed
Note: This fic is originally written for Kuroikisei as a gift of our long friendship; however, since I have, desperately, fallen head over heels for 10069, and the pairing seems to be not-so-popular, I decide to post this fic here to see if it could, hopefully, attract at least an audience out there. XP

Cold. It felt so cold. Coldness stabbed him thoroughly over as soon as cool air caressed his drenched skin like a long yearned-for blessing that came together with a curse: he felt.

—Folie à Deux—
Prologue: Rapunzel

The shackles binding him suddenly felt so heavy and he fell immediately to the solid stone floor that was as cold and drenched as he himself. He didn’t dare open his eyes – one so blue and one so accursed as much as it hated this world. And as he lay there, on the wet stony floor where shards of broken glass lay scattered, his sense of feeling pain – that he was bleeding from those sharp pieces of tiny shards – was slowly subdued until it went completely numb as he listened…listened to the sound of water pouring down…

…As if…it was raining.

How he hated the rain…

He hated it because it shrouded the beautiful blueness of the endless sky. He hated it because it turned the world under the great sky he had always longed to see – even back when he was caged by his own ‘family’ like some worthless lab rats – into the world of grayness.

Gray…the color of sorrow.

Gray…the unneeded world.

If in the darkness was where he only supposed to be – the only place where he could really dwell, like the mist that could never be seen with bright sunlight – he would rejoice painting the world with absolute black, making it his own world…

Rapunzel, Ranpuzel, caged in her tower, painted her chamber with the color of black. Her long, long hair was the indicator for decades of her imprisonment.

Yet it was still raining. It sounded as if it was raining. And he was soaking. Silky blue hair that he couldn’t remember when it got so long clung to his cool skin so endearingly and soft as if it was an only gift of decadence.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, she wanted to sing to have someone hear her. But she knew no prince would have trespassed even the front gate to her prison so she turned quiet and learnt to smile. Her chamber was completely black as she sat behind the veil of darkness, waiting for the sun to rise.

A smile tugged up the corners of his pale lips. It was heartbreakingly sweet albeit sarcastic – the very core of his very self.

A glimpse of light penetrated the blackness…only to be shut away…when the devil came visit her.

He heard some footsteps but he didn’t have any wish to open his eyes. He just lay there as the ear splitting sound of the alarm rang like a good, unmoving corpse of a prisoner…

The devil heard the song of silence and was enchanted by the twisted loveliness of her wistful prayer…for the most beautiful world.

…Even with the sound of gunshot and some warm blood that was spilled on his pale skin couldn’t move him from his fake slumber. There was only an all too familiar smile presenting on his lips as he felt himself being carried over…to some place he clearly knew would be anywhere but Vongola’s.

And the devil said “Rapunzel, let me touch the decadence that is your beautiful hair and paint this world together.”

Because…the tenth Vongola, the brightest sky, was already dead.

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“Byakuran-sama, the gift you ordered has already arrived.”

A man dressed in white uniform reported as soon as another man; dressed also in white albeit with decoration indicating higher…actually, highest rank, stepped out of a limousine that had stopped just outside the very gate of a small valley village.

“Really? That’s quite quick.”

Byakuran smiled…a smile so angelic that it could have fooled even his subordinates if it wasn’t for what he had just recently ordered.

“We have also set up the barrier as you have ordered, sir.”

“That’s perfect.” The smile widened as piercing violet eyes trailed toward a certain house where more Millefiore men seemed to gather.

“Now can I see my lovely little ‘gift’ already?”

“Yes, sir. This way.” The subordinate said as he led his boss toward where the ‘gift’ was securely restrained because even if it was a lovely little gift, it was still a very dangerous one.

Yet, as the door to where the ‘gift’ was held was opened, like some kids seeing a new toy that they knew would become their favorite, Byakuran’s smile brightened even more as he addressed the blue haired-man restrained to the only bed in the room in a chiming voice.

“Will you sing me a song, my beautiful Rapunzel?”

—To Be Continued—
Or have you become mute?

Since this is just a prologue, it is kind of short but the next chapter will be long, I promise. By the way, since I haven’t written anything in English for a long, long while, please forgive any error you may or may not find in this piece.

For those who have read my Naruto fic, ‘Possession’ before, I guarantee you that the way this fic will be heading will be different from ‘Possession’. Well, at least, I will try my best not to let it go the same way because I, too, would hate two of my fics to be similar.

As always, reviews are pretty much appreciated.