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I forgot your name...

Characters: Rokudo Mukuro & Rhode Kamelot
Location: Casa Mukulot => A special date
Rating: G
Time: February 14, afternoon
Description: After a shift at Deadly Pretty, Rhode comes home to a nice surprise from her partner.

Rhode was a bit sore in the feet from all her running around at the cafe, but she didn't bother changing out of her maid uniform when she left. It was the one day she didn't feel too silly wandering around in a pink maid uniform, with the extra frills making her feel just a bit cuter than she normally did. It was a nice day for a walk, and she was excited to get home to some chocolates and sweets of her own.

It didn't take her long to reach the apartment, humming a quiet little tune as she made her way up the stairs. As she unlocked the apartment door, she slipped her feet out of her shoes, bending down and picking them up as she stepped inside.

"Mukuro!" She chirped, closing the door and locking it behind herself. "I'm home!"

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"Good, because now we're going to step right back out again."

Mukuro was walking out of their bedroom at that precise moment, in a black and white leather, silk and suede ensemble that was much nicer than his usual. He smiled at Rhode the moment he saw her.

"It's Valentine's Day. I believe I owe you a date."

His greeting took her off-guard, and his attire was just as distracting. He always dressed well, of course, but he was especially smart and handsome today.

"... I need a nicer dress if we're going on a date," she finally replied, glancing down at her little apron with a slightly disapproving frown. "Having you outshine me just won't do."

"Of course. You always need to be at your best."

That statement naturally implied that Mukuro thought that sometimes, Rhode being "at her best" meant "better than him". He did know how to get her attention.

"I'll wait for as long as I need to, my dear, but don't take too long." He chuckled. "We shouldn't waste time."

His implication made her perk up, and she was scurrying off to their room to change with a rare sense of urgency. Once she had washed her face and put on a nice dress (pale pink, just to suit the holiday), she was back in the living room, trying to strap her stockinged feet into her matching shoes with a ribbon draped around her neck.

"I'm ready," Rhode announced, rather unnecessarily- and not quite accurately, since after the shoes she began trying to tie that ribbon into a headband with a bow at the top. "Where are we going?"

"Hold on a moment: I'm absolutely distracted by your radiance."

Well, wasn't he being charming as hell right now? And he was also stepping forward to tie that ribbon for her.

"Flatterer."

The accusation was accompanied by a smile, though, and Rhode straightened up and stood quite still to let him work. She liked the extra attention- and she was rather bad at tying her own bow without a mirror, anyways.

"It isn't flattery if it's the truth."

He kissed her on the forehead when he finished up, and took her hand, turning towards the door.

"Now, come."

Nope, Mukuro still had not answered Rhode's question.

"Well, now we both look wonderful."

She'd nearly forgotten that she'd asked in the first place, with the rush and conversation. It was unusual for her to drop something, but she was fiddling with a bit of the lace on her skirt, letting her partner lead her along as she softly hummed.

"I didn't think that you'd like Valentine's day."

"I like it in much the same way that I like any day."

Which, in Rokudo Mukuro terms, meant that he usually couldn't be bothered to give a flying fuck about it.

"Still, as your partner, I do feel that it is necessary to indulge the ridiculous spirit of the season and do something nice with you."

His answer made her grin, though she bit back to urge to supply her own translation of what he'd said- That he was doing it just for her, which made her feel terribly happy.

Instead, she just squeezed his hand gently, skipping a bit closer so she could walk right by his side.

"I have chocolates for you at home. The dark sort, so they're not too sweet."

"Do you now? I'm touched! How did you know that those were my favorite?"

Mukuro rarely ate sweets in her presence, preferring, instead, to watch her devour them for herself. (Even if they did make her a little fat...) When he did eat, he did not look like he enjoyed them more than he enjoyed anything else.

"You only eat very sweet things when I offer them to you."

She shrugged, as if it were the most sensible thing in the world.

"And you don't buy them for yourself, or at least eat them by yourself. So you must not like things that are too sweet."

Rhode was rewarded with a soft chuckle, and Mukuro's arm reeling her in a little closer against him as they walked.

"That's rather observant of you."

"Well, I'm not quite as dense as I've led people to believe."

Rhode giggled softly as he pulled her in, latching onto his coat with one hand.

"Yes, you are a devious little thing."

And where were they going? Mukuro appeared to be leading them towards the edge of the city, where there was pretty much nothing but ruins.

"'Devious' hardly does it justice."

She was beginning to notice how odd their route was, but she'd known Mukuro long enough to know that asking him where they were going was useless. Instead, she hummed a few bars of some nonsense tune, skipping a bit to be able to keep with her partner's long legs.

"Then how would you say it?"

He knew how much she loved to tell everyone how wonderful she was. He certainly did not mind listening.

"Well, I am a bit devious. There's just more to it than that."

Rhode grinned up at her partner, leaning her head against his side with a content little noise.

"And am I supposed to guess at all of these other things, or will you be a darling and help me out?"

It was at that point that Mukuro drew away from Rhode and jumped up on one of the low walls by the spiraling street, balancing on them as one might on a beam. The move was effortless on his part, of course.

"You already know most things, I think. Neither of us are what we pretend to be."

Rhode watched him spring away, sighing quietly at the sudden lack of physical contact. She moved closer to the wall, though, watching him curiously.

"So why don't we just say... adorable and brilliant?"

Mukuro hummed, looking incredibly thoughtful as he traipsed along.

"Yes, I suppose that will do."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She frowned up at him- much farther up than she was used to- trying to keep pace with his legs and not trip on the uneven cobblestones.

An easy chuckle, as he slowed down just so. He knew that she was having a hard time keeping up, even if she would never admit it.

"It means that you are, indeed, adorable, devious, brilliant and many other things besides."

Rhode skipped ahead just a few steps, making sure that she wouldn't fall behind again.

"I'm glad you recognize it. It would be awful, if I had a partner who didn't know just how lucky they were."

"I doubt you would even partner up with someone like that in the first place, my dear. You have that thing called Taste."

Now they were finally leaving the city proper, traipsing down the bridge leading to the outer zone. Wherever were they going, really?

"Well, I could have found some rich, old man who just likes spending money on a cute little girl."

It was supposed to be a joke, but her tone made it apparent that she didn't really see it as unrealistic. She was glancing around, trying to puzzle out where they were heading but still not asking.

"You would have gotten bored too quickly and too soon with someone like that."

Mukuro appeared not to notice: he was already hopping off of the railing, and cutting to the left. A few turns later, and the path changed: it was strewn with flowers, and appeared to be leading up to one particular ruined house in the abandoned section of town.

"I can survive being bored."

She'd done it before, in her own world and here. She just wouldn't be terribly happy about it, and she'd end up channeling her frustration into less productive things (like bullying idiots, and things like that).

Rhode was distracted from her thoughts by her partner's change of direction, though, blinking and taking a few moments to follow. When they turned that last corner, she stopped- Staring at it with a mixture of surprise and confusion before it finally fell into place: This was for her.

"... Oh. Oh, Mukuro."

"Hmm?"

His tone was lazy, as if he could not understand what Rhode was getting all excited about. Mukuro continued to traipse along, following the flower trail perfectly, right up to the doorstep of the house. Then he entered and started climbing the stairs.

Rhode was still standing at the end of the path when he went inside, looking up and realizing that he'd moved along without her. After a moment, she ran to catch up with him, catching herself on the edge of the doorway with one hand and swinging around to get enough momentum to get up the stairs after him.

"Did you do all of this?" She asked, looking up at him as she tapped along beside him. "Did you do all of this for me?"

"Well, yes. Who else would I do this for?"

Really, Rhode: why was it so surprising? He had killed for you already.

Not that you knew about that, but well...

Even if she wasn't fully aware of it, she was still waiting for the other shoe to fall- For Mukuro to forget something that would be small to him but meant the world to her, to let her down somehow. Every time he went a little farther, she was somehow delighted and mystified all at once.

"... Nobody, I suppose."

He really did care for her. No one would go this far for someone they didn't really care about.

"Precisely."

Chrome Dokuro never showed up, as things were, and if she did now... well, she'd have to get used to sharing.

That thought was amusing enough to make him chuckle. Then he was swinging the door to the rooftop open before Rhode could ask what was so funny, and revealing, with a little flourish, exactly what he had prepared: a pinic spread, petals and candles everywhere, with baskets full of food and bottles of wine.

"Have a seat, my dear."

"Oh!"

Rhode let out a noise as they stepped out on the roof, completely distracted from any thoughts she'd been having only moments before. It was picturesque, and terribly romantic; she caught herself with one hand to her mouth, covering the little 'o' of surprise on her lips.

She was only frozen for a moment, though, brought back to the real world by her partner's voice. Glancing over to him, she stepped over the petals daintily, settling down in a nice spot with her knees tucked gracefully to one side.

Mukuro, in turn, settled down across of Rhode and beside one of the baskets. He proceeded to hum as he set things out: simple but fine things for them to nibble on, all Italian.

"No one else will have as pleasant an day as we will."

He was sure of that.

Rhode watched him move about with a little smile, practically glowing with happiness. Everything looked delicious, and she was beginning to realize just how hungry she was after all that running around at work.

"Is that a promise?"

She asked, tone teasing as she reached for a treat of her own.

Mukuro, in the meantime, merely smiled. He was sitting back now, apparently content with letting her get the first pick of... well, everything.

"Yes."

And he was not the type to make promises, precisely because he was rarely ever interested or invested enough to keep them. Odd how things changed.

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