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Sawada Tsunayoshi, age: eight centuries, heaven official title: Fox God, begins to contemplate where in his life he has gone wrong when his two fellow gods turn expectantly to him in tandem.
“…………No.” He utters in dread.
He is not about to cross-dress for the sake of a mission like this.
Fellow heaven official, title: Martial God of the Northeast, Rokudo Mukuro giggles as he waves a hand at the sedan. From the ground where it has collapsed, the doll made to substitute the bride bores out at Tsuna with its blue, empty glass eyes, pretty as a nightmare. Which is, you know, really fitting if you consider the fact that somebody has been kidnapping the missing brides, and Mukuro and Hibari both want him to masquerade as a bride!
“Come now, your Highness, Kitsune-sama, or would you prefer Kitsune-chan?” Tsuna hates every bit of that smile relishing in his terror. “Didn’t you say you would protect the common people? What’s so bad about taking one or two balls off to do it?”
Tsuna is horrified. “What are you saying—”
Also fellow heaven official, title: Martial God of the Southwest, Hibari Kyoya – aka. just as out of his mind as Mukuro – lifts his tonfas. Grey eyes gleam.
“Change your form.” He demands.
Which, you know, would be more devastating if not for the fact that the other martial god has totally layered an illusion over him with pink sparkles and large cute bows. This is sort of lethal in its own way.
Tsuna considers emasculating Byakuran for spreading news that he can change his gender freely.
He takes a step back from them.
“N-No way. Even if I can look like this—” Namely, a tiny baby fox. “—I have my own pride as a god—”
Hibari takes another step forward. Tsuna stands his ground, bristling as he bears barely grown fangs at them. As fellow gods of protection, must they really face off each other? He inwardly laments.
“…Herbivore.”
Just a call of that word coming from Hibari’s lips sends shudders down his fur. Tsuna readies for an attack. Hibari’s grey eyes darken.
“If you don’t change your form this instant for the mission…”
I’ll bite you to death? I’ll tell on you to the Great Emperor?
“…you’ll not get a year’s supply of aburaage from me.”
Fluffy brown ears perk up. Stunned, and roused, the curve of his curled-up frame, previously taut with tension, instantly relaxes to make way for excitement. In a flash, Tsuna has leapt forward by three human steps, mouth overfilling with drool. His tail wags profusely as he peers up at the human-made immortal with wide eyes shining with hope.
“Really? You’ll really reward me with aburaage if I transform? All I have to do is just transform, right?!”
Hibari Kyoya, his new favourite immortal, indulgently ruffles through his head.
“Yes.” He states curtly.
Mukuro stifles a snorting laugh behind his smirk as he layers a pair of fox ears over Kyoya. Here lies Upper Heavens' Kitsune God, sold for a few measely pieces of aburaage. Really, one can’t help but wonder how the Fox God's been living for the past eight centuries, thriving in the forests like a beast.