Chapter 57 Joining the Mafia for Love
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt his blood rushing upwards, churning and swirling within his body. Despite being in a calm state under death aura, the anger in his mind burned ever brighter.
But afterwards, there was only discouragement and pain.
Seeing his friend in this state, he felt he had failed in his duty. Why hadn't he noticed that something was wrong with Rokudo Mukuro?
One by one, the people of Namimori were seriously injured by Rokudo Mukuro. Even his companions, despite their own illness, ran away from the hospital to be with him. So, no matter how unwilling he was to fight his former friend, everything Rokudo Mukuro had done had seriously crossed Tsunayoshi's bottom line.
"Why are you cowering like this? Aren't you the Tenth Vongola Boss? Attack!"
Rokudo Mukuro instantly closed in and slammed down with a powerful punch, venting all the resentment in his heart.
Sawada Tsunayoshi grunted and staggered back several steps due to the force of the impact.
He clearly didn't want to turn his fist on his friend, but he couldn't forgive Mukuro.
What should he do?
The burning pain in his abdomen made him curl up involuntarily, which was in contrast to the inner turmoil he felt.
Rokudo Mukuro looked down at the boy with a pained expression, an expression of despair and sorrow he had never seen before, not even three years ago when they escaped from the laboratory.
A strange feeling arose in his heart, followed by a perverse sour and spicy sensation. Pain and vengeance intertwined, and his usual composure was long gone. All his mind was focused on denouncing the person in front of him.
"Smash it down!"
Rokudo Mukuro closed the distance once again.
"What, your fists aren't very strong? No wonder you're an evil mafia, you've managed to bewitch so many innocent and pitiful people."
"Innocent? Are you talking about yourself?" Sawada Tsunayoshi's tone turned cold even in his deathly state.
Provoked by such a tone, Rokudo Mukuro's anger intensified. He used an illusion to pull Sawada Tsunayoshi downwards, but the boy broke free. Only then did he realize that he had lost his mind in anger.
"Yes, you can see through my illusions."
The last trace of expression vanished from Rokudo Mukuro's face. He drew his trident, his gaze coldly fixed on Sawada Tsunayoshi.
"I will take your body and then wipe out the entire Mafia."
If the mafia in the world no longer exists, then his god can return. Rokudo Mukuro closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the number had become five.
Sawada Tsunayoshi dodged through the air, seemingly still clinging to a sliver of hope, perhaps influenced by Rokudo Mukuro's hatred for the mafia.
Why do you hurt ordinary people?!
Rokudo Mukuro covered his eyes and laughed heartily.
"Ordinary people? Are those connected to the Mafia considered ordinary people?"
"Sawada Tsunayoshi, you're too naive. My only wish has always been to destroy the mafia. Accidental injury? What does that matter?"
That's right, he only had one goal: to eliminate the Mafia, Rokudo Mukuro repeated in his mind.
His cold words extinguished the last glimmer of hope in Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart. The light in his eyes gradually faded. His innocent companions were hurt, and their wounds flashed before Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes one after another. Tsunayoshi could no longer bear to endure it.
He crouched down, panting as he covered the spot where Rokudo Mukuro had hit him, Reborn's words echoing around him.
"Your answer is the Vongola's answer!"
Although he still doesn't want to inherit the Vongola, no matter who it is, in Tsunayoshi's eyes, Rokudo Mukuro's actions of harming his friends and ordinary people are absolutely unacceptable!
He straightened up.
"Rokudo Mukuro, there's only one thing I absolutely cannot forgive!"
The bright light that once illuminated Rokudo Mukuro in the darkness burned once more, but this time, although the flames were still lit for Rokudo Mukuro, they were no longer meant to protect him.
The idol that Sawada Tsunayoshi had built in his heart crumbled instantly.
The boy punched him hard in the face, shattering the mask he had carefully crafted.
Rokudo Mukuro suddenly realized that the blasphemer was the god himself.
The flames burned from Sawada Tsunayoshi's fist to Rokudo Mukuro's cheek, and his face, which was tainted by the black aura, slowly faded.
In the golden-orange flames of the vast sky, they seemed to exchange a silent embrace.
Like moths drawn to a flame, they fade away, yet their brilliance remains.
Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't hold back, and Rokudo Mukuro was punched into the wall, collapsing to the ground after a long while.
He struggled to lift his head. The flame on Sawada Tsunayoshi's forehead had not yet gone out. He walked towards him against the light, and Sawada Tsunayoshi could not see his expression. Only the flame on his head was dazzlingly bright.
It's too dazzling.
Rokudo Mukuro closed his eyes, unwilling to open them again, as if he didn't want to see Sawada Tsunayoshi's appearance.
Only he himself knew that in that very instant, a more tangible figure, not the god he had imagined, but Sawada Tsunayoshi himself, stood before him.
Can the evil mafia also possess such a pure flame?
Rokudo Mukuro was confused again, and the next second he doubted himself. Having spent many years in the underworld, he had long recognized the evil of the mafia.
Therefore, Sawada Tsunayoshi is the only exception.
His Mafia affiliation only made this particularity more striking.
After closing his eyes, darkness enveloped him once again, but this time, Rokudo Mukuro found himself strangely at peace.
Even in darkness, there is a source of light. This light is not the sun far away in the sky, but something that is truly right before his eyes.
It can dispel the sky of fear in his heart.
Upon seeing Rokudo Mukuro faint, Sawada Tsunayoshi initially breathed a sigh of relief, but then immediately realized what was happening and began to worry.
The flames went out with a "pop," but his body was also nearing its limit. Looking at his tutor with a tearful expression, Tsuna instinctively turned to the person he trusted most for help.
"Reborn, could you please look after Mukuro...?"
Before he could finish speaking, he too fell asleep beside Rokudo Mukuro, his furry gloves still comically on his hands. The little leader who had just been slapping people with a cold face was now unusually soft.
Reborn smiled knowingly and sat down next to his disciple.
"You've really had a tough time this time,"
He uttered a rare, warm word, but then turned and gave Rokudo Mukuro a disdainful look. Although he wasn't sure when the two had met, it didn't stop him from still feeling annoyed with this illusionist.
"As for this guy, well, babies also need a lot of sleep."
Reborn leaned against Sawada Tsunayoshi, gently closed his eyes, and completely ignored Rokudo Mukuro.
When Rokudo Mukuro woke up, he was in a hospital, not in a mafia prison as he had imagined, nor even in the Vongola's private prison.
The pristine white ceiling reminded him of that laboratory for the first time in many years. What could have been a shameful place, since Sawada Tsunayoshi had spent a few nights there, didn't seem so bad to him.
The ward was eerily quiet. The aches and pains in his body reminded him that his battle with Sawada Tsunayoshi was not a dream. That guy must hate him to death.
After all, that guy is careless about his own affairs, but he cares a lot about his friends. He hurt the group of idiots around Sawada Tsunayoshi, so it's only natural that they would resent him.
Still feeling mentally exhausted, he slowly relaxed his thoughts. Even though he was still worried that Sawada Tsunayoshi wouldn't forgive him, subconsciously he was certain that the guy wouldn't hurt him.
Close your eyes, and your mind will relax.
But he didn't stop thinking. He used his mental energy to explore in all directions. He hadn't gone far when a faint spiritual entity next door caught Rokudo Mukuro's attention.
He paused, perhaps feeling a rare moment of peace, and let himself walk in that direction, where he saw a critically ill patient on a hospital bed.
The girl said she wanted a new name.
His name is Chrome.
When Rokudo Mukuro woke up again, he had done something good for the first time and felt as if his soul had been purified. He then keenly sensed the presence of a new presence in the ward.
"Skeleton!" the object cried out in surprise.
Rokudo Mukuro looked towards the bedside; the boy also had a bandage wrapped around his forehead.
Strange, did he aim for Sawada Tsunayoshi's forehead? Rokudo Mukuro clearly remembers him hitting his abdomen.
What puzzled him even more than that was...
Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes were filled with worry and joy at seeing him regain consciousness; there wasn't a trace of negative emotion in them.
"Are we that close, Sawada Tsunayoshi?"
Rokudo Mukuro couldn't accept being let off so easily, but he knew that Sawada Tsunayoshi had thoughtfully given him a way out.
But he himself wouldn't allow it. His vast sky could encompass everything about him, but Rokudo Mukuro wouldn't let it all slip by. At least until he himself had figured it out, he still couldn't get along with Sawada Tsunayoshi without any reservations.
No, to be precise, it's not Sawada Tsunayoshi, but the Vongola behind Sawada Tsunayoshi.
He was already keenly aware of the fact that Sawada Tsunayoshi was special.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was somewhat deflated by his cold tone, and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes. Rokudo Mukuro's eyelids twitched, and he was just wondering if he had said something too harsh when...
Tsuna also composed himself.
"I know it's because I'm not good enough,"
Rokudo Mukuro looked at him with suspicion, as if there was something wrong with his ears, but the boy continued.
"I haven't cared enough about Mukuro. During the days Mukuro has been unconscious, I've been thinking, if I had asked Mukuro what he thought more over the years, would he not have acted so impulsively, and would we not have turned against each other?"
That bit of sadness was actually directed at Sawada Tsunayoshi himself; Rokudo Mukuro was practically laughing in exasperation at this guy.
He couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh. He lowered his eyes, his slightly long bangs obscuring his unusual pupil.
"I've always been like this, you know that, right?"
My decision to do this has nothing to do with you.
But Sawada Tsunayoshi clearly had his own ideas; he grasped Rokudo Mukuro's hand.
"Mukuro, I asked Reborn, and he said that as long as you stay in the Vongola, our previous issues can be treated as an internal family conflict, and we won't be arrested by those... the mafia prisons!"
So, come with me!
However, Rokudo Mukuro looked at their clasped hands and couldn't hear a word Sawada Tsunayoshi said, except for the last word, "together," which he clearly heard.
The language system also became disordered, "Ah, okay."
He uttered a few monotonous syllables, and before he could react, Sawada Tsunayoshi leaped up from his seat.
"Then I'll go tell Reborn right now!"
After saying that, he hurriedly disappeared through the ward door. Rokudo Mukuro, feeling the lingering warmth on his hand, finally came to his senses.
Wait, what did Sawada Tsunayoshi just say?!
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Author's Note: Dahai Ge (belike): A marriage proposal? Should I say yes?!
I wrote this storyline in the first place because I didn't want Mukuro to be the one to write it. Guomei 69 is going to torment you again.
Reborn: Everyone, come work for the Vongola!
Regarding the extra chapter, I'm currently working diligently, and my desk is incredibly busy these past few days! I said it's at the end of the month because I should have some free time in a few days, and I'll try to jot down some extra chapters then. [heart emoji]
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