Katekyo Hitman Reborn Fanfic


Mukuro x Fran

One sided Byakuran x Mukuro

Slight Byakuran x Fran depending on how you take it. 7 w 7

Warning: Bondage/Torture/rape/violence/boy love.

Rated M


It was just a typical day, typical weather, typical mood. The sun was just starting to set behind the trees, giving off a deep glow of red and orange. Shadows spread over the ground, telling all the little creatures it was time to rest.

Two bodies were nestled together on the bed they shared, one had his hand on his lover's chest, face buried deep into the neck, and the other; a taller male, had his arms wrapped around the other protectively.

The smaller one, known as Fran, began to close his eyes. Sleep getting the better of him and gave into the dark's comforting embrace.

The second male broke the silence with his signature laugh and nudged Fran. "Kufufu. . Oya, Little One, don't fall asleep. You know what will happen if you don't go back tonight."

"Urasai, Shishou." He replied in an emotionless tone. Mukuro chuckled again and held him up. "Mister "scary" boss will not be happy."

Fran sat up and elbowed the pineapple head in the chest gently. "I know. . but I don't want to go yet." Despite his whining though, he swung his feet over the edge of the bed any way, slipping his feet into his shoes and tieing the boots. He picked up the frog hat he was forced to wear and placed it back on his head.

"Don't worry. You'll be back tomorrow." Mukuro stood up behind him and snaked his arms around his shoulders, laying his head ontop of the large gray frog hood.

"Of course I will." he said as he quickly turned around, placing a soft kiss on his master's lips and turning back around. "Love you, bye."

"Kufufu. That's the first time in the whole 4 months we have been together you've told me you loved me without me having to say it first~." the older teased, prodding his finger into Fran's cheek. The latter groaned in annoyance and smacked the hand away.

"I just felt like saying it." He grabbed his coat, slipping it on his shoulders, and started to head towards the door.

Mukuro, having looked out the window and seen how dark it was, started to get a little worried for his love's safety. "Maybe I should come with you." he some how managed to sound completely unworried even though in the inside he held concern.

"Che, I'll be fine. I have walked home alone before." Fran assured.

"Well then, alright." he didn't really feel like pursuing it any further, he just wanted to go to bed.

Fran nodded slightly and opened the door, turning around once more to look at Mukuro, giving a soft smile only reserved for the pineapple head.

Upon seeing that smile, Mukuro's heart grew warmer and he smiled back. They didn't need to say anything else at that moment, because they knew exactly what the other was thinking.

After a few seconds of eye connection, Fran turned and closed the door, heading out into the tree surrounded area. It would take him about half an hour to walk through the woods and back to the Varia Hideout. Maybe half the time if he ran.

At first when he walked about ten minutes, he felt calm and normal. But then he started to hear rustling of leaves and began to feel uneasy.

'It's nothing. . .Just birds, or something.' He told himself, but it didn't help when he heard a slight chuckle echo through the tree tops. '. . .Just the wind.' he said, but despite his comforting words, he was still panicking. His foot steps got quicker.

Not even being half way home, he got worried; he felt like a little child in the dark. 'Get it together, what's the worse that can happen? If it's some psycho killer I can easily get away. Nothing to worry about.'

The chuckle turned into a dark laugh, and it was obviously not the wind. Fran quickly stopped and looked around, his emotionless eyes holding small fear, but still managed to seem unaffected by the random noises.

Suddenly, there was a gush of wind from behind him as he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his neck and a hand place itself over his mouth.

His heart quickened and eyes widened. He didn't have enough time to summon an illusion before he was knocked over the head and started to black out. His vision wavered as the man behind him let him go. His footing became weaker and he stumbled forward, falling unconscious quickly.

"Kuahaha. . .So, you're the one Mukuro "loves"? I can see why, you certainly are a cute one." The eerily bitter-sweet voice spoke out softly, light powder-purple eyes scanned the smaller's body, examining his features before kneeling down and picking him up.

"It's a shame you have to die, though. Because Mukuro is mine." He grinned an evil smile, laughing quietly. A small trickle of blood from the greenette's head caught his eye, and he dipped his finger tip into the crimson liquid.

"You have such beautiful blood. I want to see more." and with that, he started walking away, chuckling under his breath as he made his way back to base.