When Mukuro finally gathered all his bits and pieces together, enough to actually step into that chaotic mess of melee-ing mafiosi in person—
“Wao.”
—to say that that monosyllabic greeting was one he’d been expecting would have been a big, fat lie. And he was the master of making up big, fat lies. Even Byakuran had said so in the delightful floral language they both seemed to understand and abuse with immense appreciation.
To be honest, however, seeing a younger Hibari was quite the pleasant surprise. Never mind the “You look ridiculous” that was glaring back at him from that single,...
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