Il Sogno: Mukuro Rokudo

As I fell into a deep slumber, I instantaneously found myself in the same, usual place where my dream often occurred. The firmament was a clear, pallid blue, with a few streaks of the gossamer clouds freely hovering above, scattered in every directions. I couldn't sight the sun standing overhead, and yet I was pretty certain it was there, since the surroundings that I was in were bright. Lush green trees secluded the land where I was situated and the crystalline water that was a few paces across me. I could feel the soft and velvety grasses against my bare foot. Where was this place exactly? It was so serene in here, almost a paradise.

I stared at myself. I wore the same sheer white dress—

"Kufufu, my [Name], you came again. I knew you'd return for me," a familiar voice spoke conceitedly.

Insidiously, I turned to the speaker's direction. There was Mukuro, a few steps away from me, smiling. There was the mischievous glint in his eyes.

I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. "What are you saying? This is a dream, just so you know. It's not something that I decide on." I paused. "Anyway, Mukuro, where is this place exactly?"

"The place for you and me." The smirk was still constant on his lips.

I had been dreaming of him for quite a long time now. It was always in this splendid haven that I didn't know existed. And this guy would always be here, as though he was waiting for me. I had once asked Mukuro who he really was, and where he resided, but he wouldn't say. He'd just tell me, "You're so excited to see me, aren't you, [Name]?" And of course, his strange chuckle wouldn't be gone. He knew who I was (to my absolute surprise), and even a few of my acquaintances, particularly Tsuna. Unfortunately, that Dame Tsuna would always be apprehensive every time I uttered Mukuro's name, for reasons I didn't know.

"You're friends with Tsuna?" I had once inquired.

"Kufufu. I'd rather you don't associate me with that Mafioso."

Gradually, I even learned about the Mafia thing (that Tsuna was a boss in his Vongola family and the likes), and about him. That Mukuro was actually in some sort of dangerous prison, and that he wanted to take over Tsuna's body to destroy the Mafia.

I sighed. What a chaotic world he was in. What if he didn't really exist? That he was only a part of my dream, my imagination, my illusion?

"I don't think you're real. Maybe you're indeed just a dream."

He walked towards me and held my cheek, smirking. "Does this look like a dream?" He removed his hand, and good thing he did, because he should have felt the warming of my face. "Soon, I'll be out on the real world, when I finally find a body to take over."

It sounded like a devious idea. "When is that?"

"Kufufu, since you're so excited, why don't you become my vessel?" But before I could protest indignantly, he added, "But of course I won't do that. It would mean that I won't be able to see you in reality." He smiled. "And you're the main reason why I want to go out and see the world…"

It made me wish that I wouldn't wake up in this dream any more.