A/N: I decided that I can't stick to continuing one, multi-chapter fic, so I decided to try something different !
I've decided to try and just write different prompts for Mukugiri, so that I won't have to worry about staying to one topic.
Some of these prompts I'll come up with myself, and other ones I'll get from other places (I'll make sure to put where I got it from !)
I will also be putting the ending to "Between Love and War" in here, because I have the ending all planned out, but I just cannot figure out what to do before (basically, I can't write an actual multi-fic about it…)
I hope you enjoy it!
Also, as always. I'm sososo sorry for the choppiness of the fics! I don't know why my writing is suddenly really bad. ;
Prompt: Your OTP are married and one day Person A dies. Day of the funeral, B is weeping and then SUDDENLY A arrives, crashing their own funeral. It is somehow found out that someone had paid to have Person A killed
OT3 bonus: Person C was the one who paid to have Person A, found in the funeral crowd.
Found on: otpprompts (tumblr)
*Prompt is edited a bit, original version can be found at the source
Kyouko Kirigiri-Ikusaba used to live a happy life. She had a good job, and nice house, and a loving wife. Had. Even though she still had her job and house, her wife was gone. Forever.
Kyouko stood in her kitchen, making dinner for herself. It was another lonely night for her, as Mukuro had been overseas for the past couple months fighting with the military. She had just turned off the oven when she heard a knock at the door. Kyouko looked over her shoulder at the door, a confused look on her face. It was too late for visitors, so who would be at the door? Taking precaution, she grabbed the knife she was using to cut up their dinner and hid it behind her back. She walked over to the door and peered through the peephole.
The knife fell to the floor, clattering against the hardwood floor. Kyouko let out a gasp at the sight she saw, and tears started to fill her eyes. She opened the door slowly, tears already rolling down her face. Four men stood outside her door, all clothed in military uniforms. Once the door was opened they removed their hats, and bowed to Kyouko.
Mukuro was gone.
It was the day of the funeral, and Kyouko was a mess. She wasn't even able to see her wife resting in the casket, because her body was never found. They told her that Mukuro had disappeared in battle, and was never found. They searched for hours before stopping, and due to the circumstances, filed her as under missing and deceased.
Kyouko stood by the empty casket, trying her hardest not to cry. All of her friends came up to her, giving her their condolences. Even Mukuro's twin sister, who hated Kyouko, came up to her and hugged her.
"I'm sorry," Junko whispered into her ear, "It's horrible, isn't it? Truly despairing…"
Tears began rolling down Kyouko's cheeks as she hugged the taller woman. She had no words, but was thankful that Junko seemed to care enough. "Thank you…" was all she could manage. The two stayed together, hugging for what felt like eternity, when they were suddenly pulled apart. Kyouko was pissed off by this, and turned to face the rude guest, ready to yell at them. However, before she could get any actual words out, she screamed.
Junko, who was still standing beside the screaming 'widow' smiled, holding back a giggle. "You're late… sister."
Mukuro stood before the two, frowning. She was beaten up, covered in bruises and cuts. She had a black eye, and even her clothing was torn up.
"Cut it out, lil sis," She sneered, biting her lip. She glared at her sister, "I'm surprised you aren't the one screaming right now."
"And why would you say that, my dead elder sister?" The blonde asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Are you upset that I'm not more happy to see you? I'm smiling, aren't I?" She pointed to her own smile, winking. "Isn't that enough?"
"That's not what I meant, and you know it." Mukuro turned to Kyouko, throwing herself around her wife. "Kyouko," she muttered, snuggling her face into Kyouko's neck. "I missed you, I missed you, I missed you." Mukuro pulled away then, holding Kyouko at arms length. "I can't explain everything right now, there's no time. I know, you have so many questions, I can tell by the glint in your eyes. I'll answer them later, but right now, I'll tell you the short version of all this." Mukuro took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a second. "Someone here paid someone to get rid of me. To off me, Kyouko. They wanted to kill me, wanted me gone. I'm unsure how I got back here from overseas, or how they even captured me. But it was horrible, love. It was horrible. I was able to get out, and that's all I can tell you for now. Right now, I need to kick ass."
"Mukuro… how? Why? How do you know who did it? Do you know?" Kyouko was crying again. Mukuro was right, she had so many questions. Everything was happening so fast, Mukuro was back, she was hurt, wouldn't tell her what happened, and was suddenly ready to fight? She couldn't keep up.
"They told me, the paid killer told me." The injured female let go of her wife and turned back to face her sister. "I just have one question, for you. Why?"
Junko's eyes widened for a millisecond, but then suddenly started laughing. "Why? Why what? You don't think I did it, did you?" She covered her mouth with her hand, "I'm hurt, Mukuro. Really, really, really hurt!"
Mukuro scoffed, before reaching out and grabbing Junko's wrist. She yanked her sister's hand away from her mouth, and watch as she winced in pain. "You're hurt? You betrayed me! My own twin sister! Why would you do that!?"
"Let go of me," Junko hissed, yanking her fist free of Mukuro's grasp. "Why would I do that? It's because you're a shitty sister, you're so disappointing! You can't even die correctly!"
Kyouko gasped at Junko's sudden confession. Mukuro growled under her breath, before punching Junko, hard. The blonde fell to the floor, crying out in pain. She glared up at her sister, her hand resting on where Mukuro had hit her. "What the fuck! How could you do that to me!? I'm your little sister!"
"No you're not, I'm cutting off all ties." Mukuro said biting her lip once more. She looked over to Kyouko, rubbing her fist. "Arrest her criminal ass. I don't want to see her face ever again."
A/N: ouch, this one was bad. And it wasn't even really Mukugiri? My bad.
The next one will be better, I promise! And also, if you guys have any prompt suggestions, hmu!