Fairytale

A Katekyo Hitman Reborn

By Yumeniai

Summery: But I don't want to grow up.

A/N: Wow, this was awkward to write (and oh so short, not even 500 words) … but I had a sudden inspiration and thought, why not.

This is based in Chrome's perspective, after Mukuro's battle with Byakuran (and I know Mukuro's still alive, but I don't really care).

Run on sentences are there on purpose (so do not send me a review pointing that out please!)

If this gets confusing, I'm very, very sorry. I don't even know what I'm writing here (it has no plot to speak of).

Ah well, please enjoy. (And review!)

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"But I don't want to grow up."

Chrome had always been the innocent one of the Mist. She was shy and sweet, nervous about herself (but never about her role as a Guardian).

She was the mother to Ken and Chikusa, while they looked after her (she was too weak to look after herself, as they reasoned). Mukuro was their hero, their leader (I will be with you, always, he had promised but where was he now?)but he had disappeared without a word, leaving Chrome at death's door and Ken and Chikusa worried over their boss.

And as Chrome (my sweet, innocent Chrome, her mind supplied but the usual narrator of their fairytale were missing) sat, curled in a tight ball, her hands still desperately clutched onto her trident, she remembered the first time Mukuro had killed in her body.

Mukuro had comforted her, spoke softly and reassuringly (but Chrome still wondered where the sincerity in his words ever were) as she cried and cried and cried, soaking their dream world in a torrent of nothingness (because storms and rain and sun and clouds reminded her of the other guardians and so only nothingness would convey her despair).

And she had uttered again and again "I don't want to grow up!"

Because it was her personal fairytale (that she shared with Mukuro and Ken and Chikusa and all of the guardians but she never told anyone about it) and the first death brought her back to reality (but she realized now she never knew if he killed anybody else in her body again because she was always unconscious though she never was before)

"I don't want to grow up!"

She spoke the same words now, knowing there would be no reply.

Until faintly, fainitly she heard his sigh ("My cute little Chrome").

And she looked and looked and looked in her (theirs, theirs, forever theirs) dreamworld but she couldn't find anything (but that awful nothingness that she became when he wasn't with her when they weren't together).

He was missing. He wasn't here. He was GONE.

And she realized the full implications, her task (to replace him but the other guardians would never say that to her face) and she broke down like the child she was (the second youngest guardian, the only one whose past had been erased, the once upon a time without a home) and cried and cried and cried.

Because all the king's horses and all the king's men, couldn't find her other half before the war would begin.