My first KHR fanfic. The next chapter should be longer. Everyone is TYL but i forgot what Chrome looked like so i left her as she is.
Chapter One: Solitude
The man sitting at the register tapped his pencil against the counter. He was alone in the small shop. His long midnight blue hair flows over his shoulder piling on the counter. At the top of his head, strands of hair spiked out giving him a pineapple shaped head. The glasses sitting on his nose slowly slipped off the bridge of his nose.
"How boring." He huffed under his breath.
"Mukuro?" the man jumped up off the counter standing straight. A small girl with hair similar to his stood at the front of the shop. The natural blush on her cheeks deepened in shade. "Sorry."
"Yes Chrome?" Mukuro asked as he wiped his eyes using his sleeve smiling sweetly at her.
She looked up at him. "It's time to close up the shop." She whispered. The midnight blue haired boy looked up at the clock. Sure enough the clock read ten o'clock. He smiled at her again as he started closing up the store. "Um, Mukuro?"
"Yes my dear Chrome?" the older man began to sweep the shop not looking at his younger sister.
"Well," Mukuro stopped sweeping to look up at her. "There's…a kid." The broom the man was holding fell to the floor. "Oh, it's not my kid! It's just that, there's a kid sitting on the bench." She raised her hands defensively.
The man picked up the fallen sweep. "There's always a kid sitting on a bench. They're probably on a date or something."
"No, Mukuro. The kid is all beaten up! She looks like she's hurt. Can I help her?" Chrome pleaded to her older brother.
"I rather you not." The young girl frowned.
"Please Mukuro."
Putting the broom away, he sighed. "If it makes you happy I'll go help her out." He stepped behind the counter to pick up the first aid kit. The younger girl smiled sweetly.
She held his hand as she dragged him out of the shop. "Go home and I'll talk to the kid. Where is she?" Mukuro gave his sister a peck on the cheek, letting go of her hand.
"She's over at the park. It's the first bench on the left." She pointed to the bench, standing on her tip toes.
As she was walking away her brother called out to her. "Get a cab! You're not walking home in the middle of the night." The girl nodded with a sweet smile before going to the street and flagging down a taxi.
He smiled at the retreating taxi before crossing the street to the small park. Following the wide path, he found nothing but couples walking hand and hand past him. He stopped a few feet away from the bench Chrome told him the girl was at to find her laying down, her face hidden underneath a curtain of sea green hair.
Mukuro walked over to the girl, taking a seat next to her head. He poked at the black knitted cap on her head. Honey eyes peeked out of the sea green hair. "Good evening." He smiled at the young girl wearing a large white button up shirt and black leg warmers.
The kid sat up, a blood spot staining the light brown bench. A bruise was forming on her pale cheek, on the other cheek blood dripped down leaving bloody tears. "Yeah?" The kid spoke in a monotone voice, her expression not changing.
"Your shirt is going to get stained if you don't clean up your wound." Mukuro opened the first aid kit on his lap, cleaning the cut. The young girl flinched away when he reached out for her. The man frowned, "Why would someone hurt a girl with a cute face?"
The girl cocked her head to the side showing off the tattooed purple upside down triangles underneath her eyes. "Maybe because I'm a boy." The boy's monotone voice rang out in the cold park.
Mukuro looked up curiously at the kid. He reached out to pat the kid's chest. "Kufufu, how interesting. Such a cute face, no wonder she thought you were a girl." He laughed as he put the bandages on the pale cheek. "What's your name?"
"What's this? Shouldn't you tell me your name first?" the young boy asked with a curious shine in his eyes.
"I believe I asked you first. I would love to learn the name of the princess I'm saving." The older man joked as he petted the small boy.
"You're not gonna tell me first?" Mukuro shook his head no. "Then I guess we'll never know." The older man laughed.
"What an interesting little boy you are. Now, may I ask what happened to my little princess?" Mukuro teased the green haired boy.
"It's kind of a long story."
"Froggy, hurry up!" The older teen yelled behind his shoulder. His long blond hair curled out everywhere, covering his eyes from view. A small tiara sat slanted on the top of his head.
"Bel sempai should wait for me." The green haired boy followed after the teen. He wore a school uniform, shirt untucked, a blazer was hanging lazily in his bag .
"Ushishishi, the prince doesn't wait for anyone." Bel laughed as the monotone boy caught up to him, panting. The older boy frowned looking down at the smaller boy.
"What is it?" the young boy's honey eyes went wide when his upperclassmen picked him up bridal style. "Oi, Bel sempai, what the hell are you doing?" the small boy dragged out his vowels as he spoke in monotone.
"Taking care of my Froggy." He continued walking down the sidewalk carrying the younger boy.
"No fair." The small boy whined to Bel. The blond boy leaned down giving the boy a kiss.
"Froggy needs to act cuter." He stuck his tongue out at his 'froggy'.
"And the fake prince needs to mature." The older boy pouted. The green haired boy leaned up giving the blond a kiss on the lips.
The young boy snuck into his home in the middle of the night. Walking into his room, he changed into more comfortable clothing. He flopped onto his small soft bed full of pillows, a small smile hidden in the pillows.
"Fran!" His honey eyes widened as his mother yelled his name again. Pushing himself up, he walks out of his room to the kitchen where his mother sat across his father.
His mother stood up from her seat. "Where've you been?" Her honey eyes looked at him full of suspicion.
"It's Wednesday. You guys hired me a tutor, remember?" His monotone voice didn't offend his parents.
"Yes, we hired Belphegor to help you out help you out in math. Not anatomy!" Fran's father yelled at his son.
Fran flinched. "What are you talking about?" he played innocent.
"Stop lying to us. We know that you have been doing the unforgivable with that damn tutor of yours!" His mother's eyes were full of disgust as she spoke with him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
The young boy looked away from his parents. "I have no clue what you guys are talking about."
"You know damn well, Fran!" The boy's father hissed at his son.
"We raised you better then that. Just because you're hormones are…developing doesn't excuse you experimenting with men." His mother hit the table sending the dish that was supposes to be their dinner crashing at her son, hitting him square in the gut.
Doubled over, Fran looked up at his parents. "Who said I was experimenting?"
Fran's mother slapped him across his face. "What did you just say?"
"I said that I wasn't experimenting." He hissed at his parents. "I love him." he whispered as he leaned against the wall to support himself.
His father stood from his chair, kicking him down. "What do you know about love?" He grabbed one of the dishes on the table. "Love? Between two men, that's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard." Fran's eyes widened when he saw his father swinging his arm towards him. The dish broke against his pale cheek.
The small boy fell to the floor, cupping his face. He looked up at his parents. They stood above him, his mother was in tears.
"How dare you? How dare you do this to us? We have given you everything you've ever needed and here you are talking about how you love a man." She screamed out in tears.
Her tone was breaking her son's heart. He could hear them screaming and yelling but couldn't hear the words. He could hear the impact of his father's kicks and punches, but he couldn't feel the pain. Fran was numb. Everything ringed in his ear. His expression as indifferent as when his parents first called him.
Honey eyes looked up in tears at the man standing above him. Fran knew his parents would never accept him, yet in the back of his head he had always wished that there was a chance that maybe, just maybe, they could ignore it.
His father yelled something at him, his mouth stretching open as wide as it could without his jaw breaking. 'Stop it.' The young boy cried out, moving his mouth wildly unable to make a sound. 'Stop it!'
His mother ran away to her room, sobbing. His father continued yelling at him. 'Stop it. The neighbors are going to call the police.' The young boy crawled at the wooden floors.
The man picked up his son by his shirt collar, dragging him to the front door. He slammed the door open, throwing out his son on the cold, unforgiving floor.
Fran looked up to his father, in tears. "And don't you ever show your face around here again." He slammed the door on his son's face.
Shacking, Fran stood up, dragging himself in the cold wind. His bare feet were being cut by the rough gravel floor. He could tell from the pain in his torso that he was at least bruised everywhere.
He looked around in the dark. 'Where should I go? Bel's?' he stopped walking as he thought of his boyfriend. 'No he'd kill them. Maybe Mammon's? No, he'd put a hit on them. M.M.'s, she'd ask too many questions.' He looked around finding himself close to the park.
"Park bench it is." The small boy dragged himself to the closest bench before sitting down slowly. A young girl passed by him with a worried expression on her permanently pink cheeks. She was the only person who paid any attention to him before he flopped down on his stomach.
"And that's everything." Fran curled up into a ball as he spoke to the older man.
Mukuro frowned as he looked at the small boy. "Would you like to go to a hospital?" he asked in a worried tone.
"No, they'll ask too many questions and call my parents. That'll just make everything worse." He murmured, puffs of warm air were visible in the winter night.
The older man stood from his spot, looking up at the clock hanging on the stand. 'Midnight, Chrome must be worried.' He looked down at the small boy who was playing with a green strand of hair sticking out of his cap.
Mukuro took off his scarf and jacket, wrapping it around the small boy. Fran looked up curiously. "You're wearing a thin shirt; you'll freeze to death in this weather."
"Not to death. Maybe just a cold." The young boy's pale bruised cheek tinted red in the cold air. He buttoned the long jacket up hiding is feet in the little warmth the jacket provided.
"Would you like to stay at my apartment tonight?" The older man shivered as the air bit at his exposed skin.
"Ew, I don't want to be attacked by a pedo in the middle of the night." Fran teased the older man.
"Kufufu, I'm sorry my princess, I'm as straight as a ruler." He ruffled the young boy's head. "Besides if you stay here the chances of you getting raped heighten."
"I'll live." The smaller boy nuzzled his head into the black scarf.
Mukuro nodded, he started to walk away from the young boy. "Oi, old man."
The midnight blue haired man turned around. "You know I'm only twenty seven."
"An old man is an old man to me." Mukuro laughed at the younger boy. He turned to find the main road. "Thank you." his eyes widened as he looked over his shoulder.
Fran was curled up in a ball, using the scarf as a makeshift pillow. The older man's laugh echoed in the night. "Good night, princess." He walked away.
I'm sorry it's so short! I'll try to post a new chapter in the next two weeks but don't hold that against me. This story actually has a plot, not like my other story. ^-^'
Bai Bee~