It was after school; a warm and sunny afternoon as the sun set. The orange twilit sky was breath taking, in Mukuro's opinion at least, and he continued to stare out the window in slight awe. He felt somewhat sorry for the complaining students on their way home for they did not appreciate the beauty of the little things in life. What a shame.

Mukuro is a little bit surprised when Hibari hands him a cup of tea but accepts it none the less. The disciplinary committee office is empty again, save for the two boys, and it was times like these that Mukuro found himself sincerely smiling. When Hibari sits across him, he writes "thank you" on the palm of the prefect's hand.

"What do you look like?" the raven haired boy asks quickly. "Tell me," he urges.

He tilts his head to the side slightly, staring at the prefect for a few moments before nodding. There wasn't really much to describe, he thought. He didn't in particular find himself good looking but he wasn't ugly either: Indigo hair, hetochromatic eyes, thin and lanky build; that was all he needed to say, he supposed.

"What are the colors of your eyes?" Hibari says in his usual quiet tone. He folds his arms on the table, his tea set aside to cool, and rests his head atop of them. It's been nearly a month already since they first met and Hibari barely knew anything about the boy who's seen him at his weakest; the only person he allowed to help him.

Mukuro raised an eyebrow. The prefect was being rather talkative today but he didn't mind. Hibari's voice was pleasing to his ears, he decided. It could probably lull him to sleep if Hibari decided to sing for him. "Red and blue," he writes. "Not natural, mind you."

Hibari raises an eyebrow. "Not natural?" he asks, raising his head.

So Mukuro tells him of his past; how he was almost killed by a pathetic mass murderer with psychological problems. He tells him about his beloved sister and how much he longs to see her once more. The indigo haired boy realizes that he is comfortable with sharing his delicate past with the prefect for reasons that are unclear to him and he finds himself not caring.

The prefect reaches forward, tracing his fingers lightly over the scar that never faded from Mukuro's neck. It's deep and jagged and Hibari almost winces when he tries to fathom the pain the other went through.

Mukuro gently holds the other's hand in his own as if telling him he needn't pity nor sympathize with him. He presses his lips lightly over Hibari's knuckles for a few lingering seconds before pulling away with a gentle smile gracing his lips.

Hibari blushes slightly but his usual violent tendencies are absent. Instead, when his hand is surrendered to him, he reaches forward with both hands on either side of Mukuro's face. He tries to picture what the other looks like in his head and he only grows frustrated when he can't. He grits his teeth, a stinging feeling behind his slowly warming eyes.

The indigo haired boy's eyes widen in shock and he places his hands over Hibari's cold ones. He rests his forehead against the other's and they stay like that for a few silent minutes before Hibari pulls away with a small huff and his cheeks dusted pink. Mukuro's shoulders shudder in silent laughter at the other's reaction.

Hibari folds his arms over his chest in an indignant manner and is quick to tangent the conversation he started. "Have you found her," he asks, turning his head towards the window. "Your sister," he adds before stifling a yawn.

Mukuro lets out a little huff in amusement. "Yes," he replies. "But I have yet to contact her."

The prefect's heart palpitates under his ribcage in an emotion he's come to recognize as nervousness. It was rare that he had these feelings and he is not sure as to why Mukuro's answer leaves him in such a state. It's pathetic, he thinks, and he tries to override the ridiculous feeling with words. "Why not?" he asks.

"Meeting her today," he replies simply. She resided in the neighboring town, Kokuyo, living the life of a neglected child. He was going to take her away from the retched family that mistreated her and take care of her himself if he had to. He notices the pout that grows and lingers on Hibari's face and he adds, "Come with me?"

Hibari grumbles an incoherent "whatever" and lets himself be dragged out of the room and down the hallways by the other boy. Mukuro's pace is slightly hurried and the prefect assumes it is only because he is eager to see his sister once more.

When they exit the school grounds, the prefect found himself alone with his thoughts despite the fact Mukuro was beside him. "If. . . " he starts, catching the other's attention. The indigo haired boy slows down to a walk and he turns his head to face his friend. Hibari continues "what if you find her?" he asked. Will you leave me?

Mukuro purses his lips in thought before answering. "Then we will find a place we can call home," he replies.

The raven haired boy turns his head away and keeps silent. He didn't know what answer he was expecting but it leaves a bitter feeling in his heart. He opens his mouth to say something but he doesn't know what to say; he doesn't have anything to say.

Mukuro's expression softens and he smiles before placing a light kiss on the other's cheek. The surprised look on Hibari's face makes his smile grow even wider. "Actually, I was hoping we could stay with you for a while" he writes on Hibari's palm. "If it not too much trouble of course" he adds.

Hbari tries his best to prevent himself from smiling. ". . . only if you do your share of the chores."

Mukuro nods and they fall into a comfortable silence. He's been living in a rundown apartment during his stay in Namimori and it was certainly not a place he could call home. After all, home is where the heart is, he muses."Do you love me?" Mukuro asks.

The prefect mumbles under his breath incoherently, blush spreading across his face in embarrassment. "You're not as noisy as the other herbivores," he replies.

The almost bone crushing grip Hibari has on his pinky finger makes Mukuro smile.

A/n:

I think I should have stuck to a oneshot. . .