Title: The Amethyst Shinigami
Characters: Chrome Dokuro and Grell Sutcliff
Genre: Supernatural
Rating: T for safety
Summary: For the second time around, Chrome Dokuro clashed with a car, endangering her life again. In a comatose state, her life was on the verge of ending, and no one was there to care. Then a red-haired shinigami came, thinking that he's come to take her soul and let her rest forever. But this shinigami gave her a gift instead.
Warning: If my plot is similar to any story you have read so far, then I'm sorry. I am not aware of that fact. But this plot belongs to me and the characters I use belong to their respective owners.
Author's Note: This is the second time I'll be doing a cross-over with Katekyo Hitman Reborn and Kuroshitsuji. I found my first one a success (Entitled "Safe and Sound"), so I decided to make another one. I'm not quite sure on how does this story goes, so you can help me get ideas with your reviews.
Pairings are not yet official though. I mean, GrellxChrome? I prefer GrellxSebby better. Can you pair a shinigami with a mortal? –tilts head- I don't know. Haha. And I REALLY don't know what am I doing sitting here typing this story. I should be focus with school and stuff, and my other multi-chaptered stories like "Storm Clouds II", "Knife Necklace", "My Juliet and Her Romeo" and many more!
Anyway, I hope you guys support this story like you have supported my first one. It's a new experience for me. This will be the first time (I think) that'll I'll be doing a Dark and serious type of story. I really don't know! I'm the Light and funny type of writer! Gaaaaah! This is going to be a fail. -sighs- Oh well.
And, oh, my second entry for my 16 Chrome Dokuro fan fics. I hope you guys enjoyed it. And kindly leave reviews!
The Amethyst Shinigami
la Pianissima
Chapter 1: Escaping Death
Chrome Dokuro walked aimlessly in the outskirts of Namimori. Its lush, green forest emanated positive energy, making the girl smile. But what's a reason to smile if everything you had suddenly vanished? Mukuro, her master, kicked her out all of a sudden for no reason at all. She wanted someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on to, and a place where she knows she belongs to. Her mind was confused. She doesn't know who she is anymore. Before, she knew she was Nagi, but after almost dying a few years back, Mukuro saved her. She became his vessel. She became a tool for the pineapple illusionist. She became Chrome Dokuro. Now that Mukuro abandoned her, she doesn't have a purpose in life anymore. She doesn't know where to go. She doesn't want her boss to be involved in her puny internal struggle of self-searching. She has lost herself.
The girl walked on and on, not knowing where to go and when to stop. She lost that pineapple hairstyle along the way and her mind was running blank. She felt like her sanity is slowly fading away, replacing it with confusion, paranoia and anxiety. She couldn't think straight, especially when a car suddenly came crashing towards her, and despite being capable of dodging the car, she let it hit her, hurting her, and almost killing her.
Chrome ended up in the nearest hospital. But she wouldn't wake up. She was in a deep sleep, a coma. The chances of her waking up, according to the doctors, were near zero. With Chrome lying unconscious, she couldn't make illusionary organs for her body, and that endangered her life more. And the worse of it is, no one has come to see her or to even look for her. No one.
At the back of Chrome's mind, she knew she was dying, and she accepted that fact. She should have died years ago, but she chose to live; someone let her live, and but not anymore this time. Mukuro has abandoned her. Boss is too busy with his own problems. It's probably better to die.
No, no, no. Mademoiselle should not die, yet~
Inside her head, Chrome heard a voice she doesn't recognize. It was an eerie, woman-ish but deep tone voice ringing at the back of her mind. She wanted to answer, but she doesn't know how.
A~ra. Beauty like yours should not be wasted. A heart like yours should not weep. But oh, your mind has already been filled with the miasma of confusion. You escaped death three years ago, but now look at you, abandoned by the person who saved you. Tsktsk. Worry not. I can help you.
"Help me?" Chrome thought.
Yes, I can help you, only if you are willing to help me. Life is a two-way road. I scrub your back and you scrub mine, well you get the idea.
"What am I supposed to do to help you?" Chrome thought. It felt like de ja vu. Mukuro has asked her the same questions years ago, when she was about to die. She doubts this person or thing will abandon her sooner or later.
Well, for starters, you will help me reap souls. We'll send souls either to heaven, hell or let them wander on earth as restless beings, depending on the lives they've lived.
"Reap souls? Like angels?"
Angels?! Ha! Those stupid fools, only caring what's pure and not. They don't have enough jobs compared to us shinigamis!
"Shi-shinigamis?!"
Yes, yes! Death gods, shinigamis. That's what I am. So, do you want to be one, young lady? We can have so much fun in the world and no one can stop us! Tee hee~!
"I . . . don't know."
Ahh, well. That's a shame.
"If I become a shinigami, does that mean I have to die?"
Hmm, not actually. But your soul will just be, how do I put this . . . upgraded? It means you'll live longer and be much more powerful than what you are currently. You'll still feel pain and emotion like any other human, but you have other 'special' powers they don't have.
"I'll take the job."
Ahh! Really? How fun~ Tee hee. — Ah! Where are my manners? I am Grell Sutcliffe. A pleasure to work with you, Chrome Dokuro.
"Nice t-to meet you too, Mr. Grell. Uhm, what do I do first?"
I have to turn you into an immortal, mon cherie. But first, we need to fake your death.
I ran out of ideas! Noooo!
Oh well, what goes around, come around. So, what do you think? I wrote it on impulse. And I enjoyed writing it too, teehee.
Kindly leave reviews, okay? I highly appreciate it. And thanks for reading!