[ He straightens with a sigh, once more looking away from Hibari out across the yard. Where to begin? ]

For some time now I have felt...different. [ His voice is quiet. ] I feel fear. I feel anger. I feel dissatisfaction. And I feel desire in a different way to before. It coils inside and rears its head whenever you turn away from me. I...desire your attention.

[ That's what it is, right? A form of desire. Possessive, feverish desire that isn't carnal or in any way logical. Mukuro does not want to call it jealousy. ]

I want you, Kyouya. [ He turns back to Hibari, intent, serious. ] In the same way I want Rei. I do not want your body - I want something I cannot take from the unwilling.