Just a short oneshot about my favourite khr character, Rokudo Mukuro. I started writing this when I was struggling with my previous fic, and recently added the final touches. This is set during Mukuro's first 'escape'from the Vendicare (I'm not sure if I've spelt that right...) this is my first khr fic, I'm not sure if I managed to get across Mukuro's character well...
Anyway, enjoy!
Now that he was alone, he was no longer running. He had slowed to a walk- albeit a fast one.
He didn't relish the thought of returning to that place. And now that he'd made one bid for freedom, god knows what lengths they'd go to to prevent another one.
He chuckled dryly. The things he did for this so called 'friendship'. He was kicking himself right now. Why oh why would he sacrifice his own freedom for the next however many years for an ape and a yoyo freak?
Ah, the mysteries of life. Well Mukuro guessed he was just an exceptionally mysterious person.
He trailed his fingers through the long grass that surrounded him, and the wind blew gently through his inky hair.
The scene was probably beautiful, he supposed, but he had no desire to admire it. The moonlight reflected of his pale, creamy skin, and his mismatched eyes shone; hot, fiery red, contrasting vibrantly with ice-cold blue. Long grass grew as far as the eye could see, and everything was bathed in shadow.
He wondered where Ken and Chikusa were now. He hoped they would make use of his gallant diversion- not that they knew it was a diversion- or he might as well be off right now, a thousand miles from here.
Instead, here he was, waiting for the guards of the Vendicare to come claim their prize.
How unlike him.
He wondered if he would have been able to fight them. Not now, but before he had met the Vongola. That Decimo had certainly been something. Mukuro had not expected that at all.
He wasn't arrogant- at least, not hugely so- he had known it wouldn't be easy to possess the tenth generation mafia boss for his own, but he certainly hadn't expected to be beaten. He hadn't been beaten for as long as he cared to remember.
Slowly he became aware that he was not alone.
Shadowy figures flitted around him, moving too fast for even his eyes to grasp. They began to surround him and slowed to a walk as they closed in on him.
Tall and dark, faces swathed in bandages, footsteps echoed by the clink of chains. These were the guards of the Vindicare. He wondered if he should fear them. Any normal person would have, but Mukuro wasn't a normal person. He didn't possess many human emotions, least not fear.
"Oya, that was fast." He smirked, "I was just beginning to enjoy the freedom."
Unsurprisingly his words had no affect on the oncoming phantoms. He sighed. If he was going to return to the prison, he might as well enjoy his last moments of freedom.
As the guards closed the circle, his trident materialised in his hand, and a swirl of indigo mist shrouded them.
Did you like it? I hope so... please review :)
