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AN: This is going to be the last one before my finals I swear- But I hope y'all'll enjoy this one. I plan on making this a fic that shows random snapshots of Pokemon Champion Tsuna's life with his Poke(element) with a hint of world-building.
Thank you so much to the ones that have supported my other KHR works. Or even if it's your first time reading and you commented or followed/ favourited. Like, I'm just so honored? words cannot express how happy I feel reading the comments even if it's just a 'Pls continue' *wipes tear*
Mukuro and Chrome (Ninetales)
Chrome rests her snout by the window frame, feeling strangely wistful as she watches the rain spill from the clouds like tears. The droplets trail down the glass pane with a Slowpoke's pace, only to have a fellow droplet push it to speed. Chrome's mismatched eyes follow the repetitive process absently, mind half present.
Mukuro is beside her in her head. Quite literally. She can see the avatar he chooses within their shared space this gloomy afternoon. He is in the form before they merged; lazily curled up and cloaked with pale golden fur. The male's relaxed state is oddly reassuring.
Chrome thinks he is beautiful like this, but she has never thought that their current body was ugly. Ninetales, from one variety to another, take pride in their appearance after all.
Formerly resting on her sides, Chrome shifts minutely. The low thrum of distant thunder is making her ears twitch so Chrome opts to move entirely. She attempts to stand lazily while Mukuro chooses the moment t0 open his ruby eyes and yawn.
"Going to Tsuna?" He asks with an expression that is entirely fond even on his vulpine face. Chrome hums, but it comes out more beastly than anything else. To be fair, it sounded way better in her head which was the point. "I want our fur brushed." She says once they've left their personal room.
Their body is an ever-shifting palate of shimmering ice and gold. Fur slightly wavy the way all arctic variants were and their eyes are halves to each his and her own- one side glowed like scarlet gems as the other sparkled with blue galaxies.
Mukuro brings himself to gain control of half their body. They make it work, after years of practice and necessity from Estraneo's detestable crutches. He is laughing by the time he can feel his paws touching the smooth wooden floor. "Kufufufu. I'll bring us there, dear Chrome."
The female's job now is to make sure their white-tipped tails don't drag too much. Not many know that with the sheer number they have, how difficult it gets to make sure they don't go knocking precious decor left and right.
As much of a freak they are in the wild, Mukuro and Chrome know of the exotic beauty they possess. Their male counterpart is strangely quiet during their way towards Tsuna's office, soft paws padding through the wide corridor with nary a sound.
They smell the stranger before they see him. His scent is thick with anxiety and he is sweating through the casual suit worse than a Goodra. Mukuro scoffs internally as a snarl threatens to pull at his lips when he spots the surprised eyes of the newest guest in their home.
It isn't hard to tell; the man is fascinated with the way they look. With the way his attention is entirely on them, seemingly forgetting that he is in (one of the many) manors of his boss. Softly, "And new." Chrome adds, sidestepping slightly as she narrowly avoids the track of mud she is sure Lambo tracked in.
Mukuro agrees, the human is currently walking toward them; still sour but curious in the way humans often are when they think that Pokémon are creatures entitled to them once they are captured.
The female instinctively cringes with the thought of the disgusting human touching their treasured fur. Mukuro's own disdain is visible with the way their tails curl with irritatation. He doesn't even bother growling before he is summoning a Curse. Ready to unleash it upon the deserving, disrespectful soul if he dares to come even a meter closer-
Chrome's hatred for humanity upon their territory is genetically ingrained and amplified from their time as a lab experiment; never forget that she is frightening in her hatred. But Mukuro's dark spite is even more dangerous because it reaches even further than being a lab Pokémon. Fire variant Ninetales can hold grudges over a broken house tile for a millennium so their hatred is an all-consuming sea.
Perhaps it is the rain that makes him so twitchy today, but Mukuro wants this man traumatised for coming into their home and invading their personal space- treating them like common goods.
(What right did they have to pull them away from their dens without reason? What is their human God to be so great as to take their Lives away forcefully? WHATWHATWHAT)
"What do you think you're doing?!" An enraged voice calls from behind the stranger.
It is Chrome that flinches. Her ears flattening against their skull as she feels her heart drop. Mukuro mentally nips at her heels. "Tsuna will be on our side, dear Chrome." He smiles confidently. The female fox suddenly feels ashamed for even doubting that and thinking otherwise.
Their Trainer's eyes are practically scorching when he grabs hold of the man by the collar and throws him to the side that is impressive for Tsuna's unassuming petite figure. "One rule we have at the Vongola, Mr. Russo, is that we respect the Pokémon to not casually put our hands all over them. I'd appreciate it if you follow that rule especially if it may concern your life!"
Frantically, the man nods, squeaking like a Ratata. "Eek! Y-yes, b-boss. I-I'm so sorry I didn't mean to— Please forgive me…!"
Kind as always, Mukuro flicks a tail as he brushes against Tsuna's leg. The male Ninetales wants so badly to raise a smug paw just for the sake of it and point out: "He look more afraid over your crazed eyes than to listen to what you're saying, Tsuna."
Alas, Mukuro cannot, so he simply catches the man's anxiety soaked suit on fire instead. The new recruit is immediately panicking and rolling on the floor in an undignified matter before Chrome takes pity on him and freezes him into an ice statue instead.
The Vongola Decimo kneels on one knee, reaching at their eye level as he gently runs his hand through their silky fur. "He didn't touch you, did he?" Concern laces his voice.
Chrome takes control to give the man a thankful (and slightly apologetic- not that he'll know) lick to his face. Tsuna is scratching them behind the ears before he smiles cheerfully and says: "So, is it Chrome who wanted her fur brushed?"
For some reason, it never ceases to amaze Mukuro and Chrome how Tsuna can tell who moves the body that makes up the first Fairy-Ice-Fire hybrid Ninetales in Italy.