“Do you think I could be a mahou shoujo?”
The question dragged Mukuro’s attention away from the novel he was currently reading: Handcuff Secrets by Harry Houdini.
“Mahou shoujo?” A hint of curiosity veiled his question. He looked up from his book and turned his attention to you.
You were currently wildly waving Mukuro’s trident like a magic wand. With a skip and twirl, you crossed the room and lightly tapped the illusionist’s head with his own weapon, like a fairy godmother bestowing a gift to her child.
“Yes. A mahou shoujo. You know what I’m talking about, right?” You backed away from the purple-haired man, hoping he wouldn’t take away your new toy, and continued to role-play around the room. He made no move to stop you.
“You want to be a “magical girl”, if my Japanese is correct.” Mukuro responded as a small knowing slowly crossed his face.
“Yeah! I’d wear a small, frilly skirt, a low cut shirt with puffing sleeves, and a pair of high-heeled boots, and use my magical wand to beat up bad guys. I’d also probably have some kind of cute flying animal at my side.” As a second thought, you added, “Ken doesn’t mind cosplaying, does he?”
Mukuro’s habitual laugh (that we’ve all come to know and love) filled the room as he set his book aside. Your games were always more amusing than any book. When his laughter subsided, he couldn’t resist asking, “What kind of magical powers would you have?”
“Well, at first I would barely be able to do anything, maybe simple spells that would sprinkle deadly glitter on my enemies or if I wanted things to get a bit more graphic I’d shoot fireballs. Then, once I would build up my powers, I’d become some kind of supreme being that could cover the entire world with glitter, hearts, and rainbows with the help of love and friendship. Or, I’d become so powerful that I could just blow up the planet with my magical powers. Either way, no one would be able to stop me.”
“Oh? So, if you became a mahou shoujo, you would turn to world domination?” Mukuro asked, his humor increasing with your every answer.
You briefly paused from your successive twirls and jumps, since your next response required a bit more brainpower than the others.
“I don’t mean I would take over the world, I’d just be unstoppable. I’d become the guardian of Earth and I’d kick the butt of any foe I meet.” You threw a couple of kicks and punches into the air to emphasize your point.
After hearing silence instead of more questions, you peaked from the corner of your eye at the man casually lounging on the couch, the only piece of furniture in the abandoned room. Unable to see his eyes in the darkened room, you could only see his face holding a small smile, one that was probably hiding a secret.
In one smooth movement, Mukuro removed himself from the couch. “If you were unstoppable, who would keep you in line?” Mukuro finally asked in an innocent tone.
You knew his deceivingly innocent tone was hiding something, which made you uneasy and cease your frolicking. A pout crossed your face when you remembered Mukuro always took pleasure in usurping your control over your own games. He could never resist manipulating you.
“What do you mean–” before you could finish your question, Mukuro had somehow made his way across the room and into your personal space in the blink of an eye. His sudden encroachment rattled you enough to lose your balance. Thankfully, the wall at your back held you up, but then again, the trapping wall didn’t help ease your discomfort at Mukuro’s increasing closeness.
Once your startlement was more or less gone, you cursed under your breath, “Damn those magical powers of yours!”.
“I make illusions, my dear, not magic.” He calmly stated, and to prove his point his hand gently covered your hand that held his trident and directed your arm to move the weapon into the little space between the two of you.
You gasped at seeing the trident was now a pink wand, covered in elaborate designs from its handle to its starry tip.
Mukuro’s secretive smile became a secretive smirk as other hand reached for the frilly skirt that you were not wearing moments ago.
His wandering touch caused you to glance down your body and the sight before you jump-started your happy mood. You squealed in delight at the sight of the pink skirt, the matching boots, and embellished sailor top with gloves.
With more strength than you intended, you launched yourself at the source of your current amusement, a man who frequently dabbled in exploiting your ever-changing mood swings.
You laced your arms around Mukuro’s neck and didn’t let go, even as he fell onto the ground. To your amazement, Mukuro somehow made falling on one’s butt look graceful.
“Kufufufu.” Once again, his laughter filled the room as he laid underneath your straddling legs. You released his neck and beamed down at him, which gave him enough room to sit up and prop his upper body with his elbows.
“You never answered my question.” He remarked once his laughter was gone—although the humorous tone in his voice still remained.
You looked down at him innocently, having already forgotten the question. Understanding the look on your face, he asked again, “If you and your magical girl powers were unstoppable, who would keep you in line?”
“Hmmm…” You scrunched your face in concentration, thinking of the perfect answer. Mukuro could see the gears turning in your mind until finally a circuit was created and an abstract light bulb was alight above your head.
You lowered yourself closer to Mukuro’s face until you could scrutinize every fleck of red and blue that shimmered in his heterochromatic eyes. With a voice full self-confidence you responded, “I would never abuse my powers, because with love and friendship I would never go to the dark side. Or…”
Your body was now flushed with Mukuro’s and your voice that was full of self-confidence took on a more suggestive tone. “…I would have a man behind the scenes who would tame me when I get too wild.”
“That’s the response I was waiting for.” Mukuro sighed in relief.
Then without further delay, he effortlessly flipped you onto your back. His leather-clad hand innocently stroked your cheek as his other hand began its not-so-innocent ministrations.
“Now, if you were a magical girl, would you mind if I convert you into a magical woman?”
Omake:
“Eh!? You want to have sex while I’m wearing this mahou shoujo outfit?!”
“Kufufufu. I’ll dress up as Tuxedo Mask.”
“…Deal.”
