Missing Something

Summary: Rena wanted to die. Her desire was hindered when something unexpectedly happened and an angle graced her with two conditions: find a certain soul and protect a group of loners. What she didn't expect to find was a tragic love. A story of pursuing incomplete pieces, where our tragic heroine must guide a group of Kokuyo misfits through life and where everything just goes wrong wrong wrong. OCxMukuro

Hey guys! Here's a new story that I had in mind for a looooong time. This is my first time writing about an OC, so be nice? *crosses fingers* So far, I have already thought out a few chapters and the beginning plot so far. It is a dark fic because, I mean, this is Mukuro's life, of course it'll be dark. Either way, I love this idea and I hope you guys like it too! (Oh, and I don't have a beta and don't own Katekyo. Hope you guys don't mind).

[Prologue]

She wanted something.

She wanted that certain feeling where her head would ache and her body would scream in pain. That certain feeling she got when she would run, out of breath, and on the verge of passing out excited her. Or that numbing mist in her mind when she would run, and she felt like she couldn't breathe anymore, and that there wasn't enough oxygen reaching her head. Or that empty pit in her stomach when she would wait for her next meal; it's not like she does it on 'purpose', she proclaimed. She just wanted to experience her body's pain when she's like that. Or that feeling when a sharp pain would reach her joints, and every time she moved it would hurt, but not enough.

Not enough.

Her body was easy to read; the paling of her cheeks, hollowness of the area around her eyes, and the feeling like she's losing weight, all in the wrong way, felt…like she was alive. Like she had to make some effort to keep herself alive for the sake of living.

Yeah, that's what she liked.

And it wasn't like she inflicted marks upon herself. 'No, it was only by accident', she swore. But when she did get hurt, either by a paper cut or something more, she would stare. She stared at it, wondering what's going on at the microscopic level, wondering if this certain mark would scar, calmly staring like her life wasn't in danger when sometimes it might be.

'Was this small little cut enough to kill her?

No,' she concluded.

And now she had a word for what she wanted.

It was neither a succor she desired, nor the cessation of her unfortunate luck. It was something that everything so far had brought her.

Yeah, that's what she wanted; pain.

She wanted this inflicted upon herself daily, and just thinking of this would make her go crazy. She knew that this wasn't what a normal person would think (should think), meaning that she wasn't normal at all, and that she was different.

She willingly dyed her hair the darkest black she could find, just darkening and darkening it the darkest it could be. She purposely stayed out of the sun to create the pale complexion that she oh-so wanted so badly. She applied either a dark red or soft pink lipstick to her lips and matching blush on her cheeks to create the alluring 'Snow White' look she wanted. She kept her hair long and straight, and bold red nails neatly long.

She wanted to appear like a real-life Japanese doll, a pale and perfect doll that would fit in the old age of samurais and genshi. She wanted to appear perfect, charming, untouchable, fragile, mysterious, and deadly all at the same time.

But what she also wanted was what any normal (if you consider her normal) girl would want: love.

She wanted to be love in a way normal people loved, even to the point where it went to more extremes. She wanted to be tied up and teasingly tortured by her love one, or ruthlessly noticed by him, both suffocating under the amount of love they have for each other.

This physical, emotional, and psychological love was her desire; she was positive a love like that could give her the feeling she longed for. The feelings of loving, being loved, and feeling alive were all she ever wanted.

Yeah, all she ever wanted.

Now if only she could find that someone who shares her views.

Oh, and this is only the prologue! The storyline starts next! Enjoy!