Tsuna scowled at the wall.

This next trip out was to be a team effort. Usually, Tsuna was okay with that- even enjoyed it. The issue was that the pair they were working with had Mukuro in it, and Hibari was going to throw a fit.

Hibari in a fit was bad enough, but being in his head while they skylark was throwing a bitch fit? (Oh god, Hayato was rubbing off on him. He was picking up his cursing habits.) That was much worse, and tended to make Tsuna snappy as well. Tsuna didn't actually have any problems with Mukuro, despite their first meeting.

The boy was creepy, yes, but over the months following their meeting Tsuna has figured out that it's just how the boy is. It's how he tests the people around him. How he makes sure he and his twin will not be harmed by the people around them.

Either they are so creeped out they run, and live in fear of any retaliation…or they are persistent and prove worthy of the twins' attentions.

Tsuna had ended up befriending Chrome, and getting between her and some foolish newbie trainees that wanted to use her to hurt Mukuro. When the male had hunted him down later and thanked him in his own roundabout way, Tsuna had decided he wasn't that bad.

Which had made Hibari worse.

Tsuna just knew he was going to have a migraine by the end of this Drift.

Damn Hibari.

Damn him and his bitch fit.

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Life is having a Cage Match with me and winning. I'd like it to stop now.
His Pride is arguing violently with me, but at least This Muse decided it was finally going to poke me and share something. –grumbles about stubborn Muses—