Fate? Had Gokudera made even one mention of it, Mukuro would have laughed right in his face. There was no such thing. That there existed parallel worlds shaped by the infinite possibilities of personal choices available to the several billion human beings on this earth disproved any such notion. Gokudera had chosen to enter his room and break his wrist; Mukuro had chosen to retaliate.

Still, that was of little comfort to the illusionist who had to live with said choice. At least this was nothing like being trapped in Byakuran's office, where even thought had been unable to leave. Chrome was out there somewhere, easily contactable if need be, and through her, Tsuna.

"I'm not hungry," he told the Storm, not wanting to give the man any satisfaction. His stomach growled quietly at him but he ignored it. He should eat but he figured he could make his own soup the next time Gokudera was out.