The water draining from his prison shouldn't have come as a surprise, but he flinched anyway, struggling automatically against the corpse-like hands on the Vendice pulling him out and detaching the multitude of chains and tubes from his body. As soon as his mouth was uncovered he choked, curling violently with the force of coughing up the liquid in his lungs, only to have his legs give out when the pain in his eye hit him, spreading across his body like wildfire.
He wasn't given any time to recover from the shocks of his body being taken off of its long-term support system before he was tugged up and given an order to not use any illusions while he remained in the prison, or the deal was off. Mukuro could only offer a sneer in response, though he wanted desperately to impale the bastard, as much for everything else as for the reminder of the godforsaken deal he'd been forced to make, and that had been made on his behalf.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, precious little moron that he was, had negotiated with the Vendicare prison for Mukuro's release, with only Mukuro's word to hold him to the condition of helping the Vongola and giving up on taking Tsunayoshi's body. Of course, his plans for taking down the mafia would have to wait, at least until he could stand on his own two feet instead of being painfully half-carried down a short hallway and brought into a small dark room that held a small group of people. The rescue brigade had arrived, how charming.
The young man responsible for his release was at the head of the party, determination set into his features as he spoke with the warden supporting Mukuro's diminutive weight. The pain was immense, rolling across Mukuro in waves, and made listening to the exchange difficult (and rather pointless, if there was anything important to it he would hear it echoed in his head by Chrome, who was standing near the corner, watching Mukuro with her concern artfully concealed -- no need for illusions when he had been coaching her in removing unnecessary emotion from her features). His tired eyes wandered the cold stone walls, passing over the individuals gathered slowly, considering their significance; Chrome and Tsunayoshi for obvious reasons, the pet Gokudera Hayato to supposedly ensure his boss' safety (as if the overexcited dog could stop him), and finally, against all odds... Hibari Kyoya.
The cold air of the underground prison was only just starting to register, pricking at Mukuro's skin, a world away from him as he stretched a smile across his near-frozen lips that stopped long before reaching his eyes. "Come to see me off into the next world, Kyoya~?" Using his voice hurt, everything hurt, but it was worth every second. For the delightful self-proclaimed carnivore to come all this way, there had to be something Mukuro wasn't being told.
