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“A doppelganger is two or three people that look exactly alike in every way. When they meet face to face one disappears becoming part of the other person. Until they are the only one left. I addition to that they become stronger the more complete they are.” Mukuro read out loud seeming quite amused by this.
The bluenette isn’t a very superstitions person, though such things interested him enough to look into them more. If he can’t find any evidence to prove such things do exist, then he writes it off. Still, he thinks that there might be some basis depending on the type of situation. What had him laughing at this was the fact that no two people looked and were exactly alike. That even proved true for identical twins. Even they – being freaks of nature – were different in their own aspects. Even if they seem exactly alike.
He smirks to himself, there was just no way there could be someone in this world that looked exactly like himself. His read eye would throw the entire thing off. After all, his right eye was originally dark blue. Then it was removed and replaced by the red one. He even lost sight in that eye, then again it is really hard to transplant such things. Either way that would be one reason why there is no one else in the world like himself.
He closes the book and thinks to himself. If there was another one that looked exactly like him then one of them would have to disappear. One way or another. He is woken from his musing when he hears Ken and Chikusa walking through the hallway. Kens loud chatter and Chikusa trying to make him be a little quieter. They were probably there to wake him up like normal. Though unlike normal he was already up.
He gets up from his chair heading for the blanket that hides his room from view. That way they wouldn’t have to enter his room to see that he was already awake. It was one of the few times he woke up earlier than the rest. He normally likes to sleep in, it was only Verde that got on his back about sleeping too much. He didn’t listen to half of the lecture the arcobalano gave him. It didn’t matter to him either way. Chrome, she enjoys sleeping as well. Yet she will get up early when it comes time for her to go to school. M.M. gets violent if woken up early, something about beauty sleep. Unless it is Mukuro who wakes her up. Even that is rare, he could care less about here being up or asleep. Chikusa was always the first to rise. It didn’t bother anyone since he is quite. More from some form of manners that the rest seemed to miss out on. Well that excludes Chrome, she is the one teaching them more about such things. Ken and Fran would be the next ones to wake. Ken wakes Fran since the brat’s room is right next to his. Fran gets him back most of the time. That was always to be expected, it is fun to watch most of the time. Mukuro, he was last to wake. So greeting them would come as a little
surprise.
The illusionist stops a few feet from the entryway to his room. More the blanket that hides him from view. That is only because they said his name. Not the careful way they do when waking him. What had shocked in the most was the voice that answered. It was his, as clear as day.
“Oya oya, why are you two so surprised?” A voice calls. Sounding so much like Mukuro’s own that it could have fooled even him if he wasn’t the wiser. He inches closer to the door. He peeks trough just enough to lay eyes on someone that does indeed looks like him. An illusion? No, Fran doesn’t pull pranks like that, well not since the last time he pulled that stunt. Mukuro beat him pretty bad after that. The boy may have been a brat, but he was far from stupid. He can’t see through it even when activating the first path.
Chrome maybe? No, she is far too timid to do such a thing. The only time she would is if she had no other choice. Even if the worst she would get would be him chiding her gently. Only because of the bond he shares with her. Now he was lost. So who is it?
“It’s just that we are normally the ones that wake you.” Chikusa calm voice answers the imposter.
“Yeah, to see you up this early is a surprise Mukuro-sama. Pyon.” Ken answers cheery. The same way he normally does when Mukuro is around.
He was going to charge out before the memory of what he read strikes him. He shakes his head at the ‘what if’. Though the thought kept his feet from moving any father forward. Mukuro makes a bee line for his window before hearing any more. If that thing is a Doppelganger then he is in danger. He cant see through it, though there is one other person who can. He hates having to do this, but he needs help. He needs it fast.
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“HIIIII?!” Was the exclamation coming from Vongola Decimo. Only because Mukuro was one, in his house and two, talking animatedly with his mom. He loves his mom but she has a tendency too- “N-no Mom please don’t invite him to dinner.”
“Tsu-kun, why not. This boy said he was a friend of yours. He even knows about Reborn and everyone else. He even helped carry in the groceries.” She says the pauses. “Oh, I will go make snacks for you two.”
Tsuna stares after his mother horror on his face. Why? Even though he doesn’t have anything against the older teen he still remembers Mukuro always saying he will steal his body. Now he knows that his mist guardian knows where he lives. Worse than that he was invited to dinner. He starts to panic a bit until Mukuro takes off his shoes. The illusionist places them facing the door. Manners that Tsuna didn’t know the other had. Mukuro pauses in front of Tsuna.
“Yare-yare, don’t look so scared I am not here for a fight or to steal your body.” Mukuro sighs. “Your mother a far too trusting. She doesn’t know about you being in the Mafia does she? I doubt she would have let me in if she did. I can see where you get your kindness from at least.”
“Frist, how do you know where I live? Second, if you are not here for my body then why are you here?” Tsuna says calming down considerably. His hyper intuition was telling him Mukuro wasn’t lying. Nor was there illusions around. So Mukuro wasn’t here for a fight.
“Namimori middle and I am good at taking directions.” He states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Really, did people look down on him? He was a little insulted. What had he done to make people think that he was dumb?
“As for why I am here I need- “ He was cut off when he had to dodge the person that burst through the door. He sweat drops at how chaotic it was. His gang can be rowdy but never to the point he has to jump back to avoid damage. Is this how it always is around here?
“Help.” He mumbles out the last word. HE glares around when everything an everyone around him goes silent. This is going to be a long day. He might as well start to explain.