Title: My Dark Dilemma
Summary: AU Mukuro lived the life of an assassin; blood, money, sex, all the good stuff life hated. So when he comes to visit his sick Chrome, he meets someone that changes his life forever. 6927
Rated: M
My... first... try... at... KHR... 8D I'm new at this fandom, so apologies for crappy writing style and enormous lengths o_O you get carried away for a person like me :( I do enjoy this pairing, no, actually I LOVE this pairing, I fucking love it! XD I wanna try a dramatic writing style, once again this is my first go, so please criticize, review... alert ;D lol, too soon, but please read and review :D
pLEASE eNJOY!
Me no own KHR, Akira Amano does.
Chapter 1 : Meeting Chrome
Life was a rather tedious and fragile thing. You could never really understand it, it was someone everyone in the world had, whether it be long, short, happy, sad, it was there, every person lived a life.
Life.
It was a precious thing, even for someone like Rokudo Mukuro understood how important it was. Yet with every footstep he took, every breath he inhaled, seemed like it wasn't there, like he was really living his own life.
Mukuro already came to the conclusion he wasn't living anymore. He died ages ago.
"Here's you drink sir, would you like anything else?"
A young female waitress beamed at him, her chestnut hair and golden eyes almost made her look angelic. He gave a small appreciative smile before dismissing her offer with a small "No thank you."
Mukuro elegantly picked his coffee up with his gloved hand, which wouldn't really be considered unusual considering the attire he wore; dark overcoat, black trousers, thin yet comfortable short-sleeved shirt, he would merely be thought of as a simple regular deciding to come in on a busy lunch time for a small break from whatever they presumed his job would be. Besides, it was usually his style to dress discrete yet casually, he didn't want to dress too noticeably or too shady.
He blew on the top of the dark surface before bringing it to his lips and taking a small sip, not too much to burn since he didn't enjoy his coffee that way. He brought it down to the matching saucer, hearing the light clink of porcelain cup before hearing a satisfying scream.
"Oh my God! Someone please help!"
An eerie silence befell the room while pairs of curious eyes began to stare at the disturbing sight before them. In the centre of the room, a female was panicking and yelling at people to call the ambulance or for help, because just opposite her, was a young man whose face was implanted in a plate of steak and fries.
A group of people rushed to his side, a few of the staff along with the manager of the café. They were checking his pulse, lifting his head from his plate while trying to call out to him as if he would magically spring back to life and laugh it off as a joke.
But no, instead they kept trying to save him through their pathetic attempts of yelling and panicking, while he sat there (literally) like dead weight, which was actually quite ironic in Mukuro's part since the man was already dead.
Mukuro smirked, it was another job well done on his part. He stood up, threw a few bills on the table and walked out like nothing had happen, thankfully no one noticed, it would be too suspicious for someone to slip out of a murder scene as if they was both blind and deaf and just lost their way through a restaurant.
His long strides quickly made its way towards his black car, before entering the vehicle and slamming the door shut. Mukuro fished his pockets for his mobile before flipping the device open and dialing a specific number. He placed the phone to his ear, and just after a few rings, someone picked up.
"Frankie speaking."
"He's dead."
"… Excuse me?"
"Your target, I killed him, he's dead."
"Oh, you must be the guy we hired last night… hold on a minute- is this a joke? We just hired you yesterday, if you're trying to fuck with us-"
"I like my work done fast, if you don't believe me, send one of your men down to the Sakura Hill Café and check it out, I'll be expecting my payment no later than tonight."
And with that Mukuro terminated his call and threw the phone onto the passenger seat, before jamming his keys into the ignition. He smiled to himself, today's job was rather easy and quite big on the cash, he didn't understand why such a small mafia gang would be willing to pay such big bucks on such a worthless and easy target.
Mukuro had to admit, being an assassin was too easy of a job for someone like himself, not trying to brag or anything, but people were just too easy to kill, whether it be men or women, everyone was going to die eventually anyway, he just quickened the process. His pay was good, he lived in a nice apartment in the peaceful region of Namimori, no one really bothered him in his life, and he was quite the looker, so scoring one with the ladies was easy for a male like himself, well-built frame, smooth talker and good in bed.
Today, Mukuro wanted to take it easy, he was conveniently offered an easy client last night, something that would take nothing less than a few modifications to the victims meal then voila, one freshly served corpse lying cold on a café's floor. All it really took was to make it look like the victim died from food poisoning, untraceable and highly affective. Although it was sad that the café wasn't going to get good business starting from now, pity, Mukuro enjoyed their famous croissant.
Despite the fact that today's target was an easy one, Mukuro usually enjoyed the bigger bombs, the ones that usually took place overseas in foreign countries, where he was ordered to kill presidents, company owners or big mafia bosses. He held quite the reputation within the underworld society, he was considered somewhat of an illusionist since his work usually made people believe something else rather than the true story, you would usually think someone's boyfriend died in a car accident when really he was poisoned which rendered him in a slow descent towards hell.
Mukuro's work was also described 'flawless' and 'perfect'. He always made the big ones look like an accident, as if they died naturally in their sleep or suffered an ill disease caught spontaneously out of no where. Sometimes, however, Mukuro enjoyed the bloody murder with guns, knives, torture, it was nice to feed his sadistic side from time to time, he only however did it to people he thought was sick and didn't deserve a natural death, and they were easy since they usually held a history of crimes, killing them would just lead to an investigation of assumptions, thinking a drug dealer or mafia boss decided to knock on their door and kiss their ass good-bye for a large debt or possible revenge, but stuff like that never got any further than a few guesses and evidence Mukuro planted just in case, you can never be too careful.
Mukuro's mobile began to vibrate and ring on his passenger seat, but he picked it up and answered it quickly.
"What do you want?"
A bubbly chuckle. "Aww, Muku-chan's being cold today, aren't you glad to hear from me?" Mukuro's brow twitched in annoyance, your voice is the last thing I would want to hear...
Mukuro, however, kept his cool flawlessly. "I'll ask again, what do you want?"
"I have another job for you, this time its an easy one, I expect the target to be killed by tonight, Sho-chan has all the information covered and has sent it to you already, isn't he so reliable, ne Muku-chan~?" Mukuro tried not to sigh, he was not looking forward to what easy job this might turn out to be.
"Understood, and my pay?"
"Oh yes, silly me, I almost forgot that tiny little detail~!" Mukuro gritted his teeth while his grip tightened on the steering wheel, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "I'll have it in by tomorrow afternoon, same place, same time."
"...good."
"Oh and Muku-chan."
Shut the fuck up already. "...yes."
"He better be dead by tonight."
The call ended.
Sawada Tsunayoshi stared outside to the world. His light, caramel orbs reflecting the golden rays of the afternoon, while his head laid propped onto the palm of his hand as he played with his pencil in a bored manner. He sighed, just a few more minutes before school ended, then he could go home...
Thankfully the bell began to ring at his wish, signaling the end of this horrible school day, and the start of a busy afternoon. Tsuna (his nickname people often called him) began to pack his books into his bag and fling the it over his shoulder.
"Yo Tsuna!"
His friend, Takeshi Yamamoto, waved a hand towards his way, a warm, beaming smile across his face. Tsuna waved back and smiled as a friendly gesture. "Hello Yamamoto." Yamamoto was someone who was popular with the girls and boys, he was well-known, handsome, sporty and genuinely kind-hearted, obviously the type you'd think only existed in movies or fairy tails, but Yamamoto wasn't really the brightest spark in his year, he struggled with his grades just like any other normal teenager.
"Hello Tsuna." Behind him, out of nowhere, was Kozato Enma, a redhead with a somewhat gloomy smile. He was considered a drag to have around since his personality wasn't really... enlightening, but Tsuna and Enma both shared similar traits that caused them to have a strong bond between each other, they were really similar in many ways, which is why they were considerably close in most terms.
"Hi Enma."
Yamamoto spoke. "So, um, Tsuna. Are you doing anything after school, cause I was wondering..."
"Sorry Yamamoto, I have some things to do, maybe next time okay." And with that, Tsuna smiled apologetically and left the two friends standing there, waving his departure with smiles on their face, well, at least Yamamoto was smiling, Enma had a somewhat bored look with a tiny curve on his lips that made him look like he wasn't really bothered to smile, yet his intentions were still pure.
Tsuna turned to continue walking before he collided against another person, causing both him and the possible female to fall to the floor. "Kyoko! Are you alright!" Tsuna widened his eyes in alarm and sprang up immediately, helping his secret crush up from the floor.
"S-Sorry Kyoko! F-Forgive me, I was careless..." mumbled Tsuna, his face red with embarrassment and his eyes darting away from hers. You idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Out of all people Kyoko was the one you hit! You really are no good Tsuna! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
A sweet, melodic giggle. "Its okay Tsuna-kun, I wasn't looking, no need to apologize. It's partly my fault as well." Her sweet smile, her cute cheeks, her sparkling eyes, her everything, from her face down to her toes, Tsuna adored her. He loved her smile, her voice, her heart, yet he had no balls to confess his affections towards her, he was no good and she was Miss Perfect with a capital 'P'.
Tsuna excused himself, smiling sheepishly while hiding his red cheeks as he dashed past her and her glaring friend Kurokawa Hana. He half-ran half-walked, careful not to faint from the way his heart beat inside his rib cage.
At the end of the corridor, a petite female was smiling and giggling. "Tsuna-kun is so cute, don't you think so, Hana-chan?"
"Huh? Tsuna? But's he such a no good loser, he almost ran you over!"
She giggled. But he's so cute, so much that I could almost eat him. I want him all to myself. One day though... one day...
The dangerous glint in her eyes was unseen by her pouting friend, as she continued to rant on about Tsunayoshi's no good behaviour and reputation.
Tsuna huffed, his lungs aching from running such a long distance in a record speed. His legs throbbed, his chest tightened and squeezed him from all his oxygen, it was getting difficult to breathe. But hey, since when was it easy to outrun a group of bullies and a tiny dog by only escaping with a bruised arm and a few scratches.
In Tsuna's opinion, that escape was legendary, and despite a hidden bruise somewhere on his right shoulder, Tsuna grinned as if it was a huge achievement (which somewhat was true of some sort) and beamed to himself, it felt like a wonderful merit to break free from a possible beating and save himself from a week's amount of pain.
However he didn't have time to think about his accomplishment, sure it was spectacular, but bragging about it to himself was rather egotistically and cocky, he should just drop it since sharing his story with someone else would absolutely stun them into boredom and create complete pity for his pathetic tale. Besides that small side-matter, Tsuna had bigger problems at hand to attend to.
Such as finding that Dokuro Chrome.
She was a beautiful young girl, with unusual short, purple hair that styled to look similar to a pineapple. Her violet eye was entrancing, yet one of her other eye's was covered with a black eye-patch that had a silver skull-like symbol embedded to it. She wore a small, military looking uniform that belonged to Kokuyo Middle-school before it closed down, along with the amusement park which she took shelter in. Which was the absolute reason why Tsuna was in such a place, he had to find her.
If he could recall properly, Tsuna met Chrome after he was chased into the abandoned Kokuyo Land, which was ironic considering how he arrived there in the first place. The bullies who were chasing Tsuna decided to back out after they almost crapped themselves, quivering about the place being cursed or haunted, which was weird since Tsuna visited this place numerous times and he never thought once to himself it was cursed or haunted, but after he tried to hide for a good long hour or so, he began to make another dash and escape the building since it was getting dark.
Not before colliding against a female figure, meeting head-on with the other person causing them both to crash to the floor. He moaned, he whined, he stood up, he yelled.
It turned out he knocked the the person out, because she was unconscious when he looked down at her. He panicked, dread seeping into his veins as he stared at the unconscious figure. She laid there, unmoving yet still breathing, and Tsuna didn't know what to do, he doubt anyone else was around to help since he thought the place was originally abandoned.
He didn't want to leave her there, since it would make him a huge asshole if he did, so he decided to carry her back to his place. He was hesitant at first, it was getting dark, and Kokuyo Land was quite the distance from his home, but he knew leaving her in the middle of an abandoned just before sunset would not go well, it didn't take a genius to figure out the dangers that could possibly occur, especially if there was a pretty female unconscious and lying open to... God knows what.
So when he lifted her, he was almost shocked at how light she was, she almost felt like bones in his arms, and for someone like Tsuna who wasn't physically strong or well-built, he carried her with almost no fault. Once he knew that her weight wasn't going to hold down a small person like himself, Tsuna carried the unconscious female back to him home, just in time for dinner.
He had successfully made it past his mother, who was still in the kitchen preparing the final touches of her home-made meal, and took the girl up to his room. He was also very glad his older brother didn't decide to visit today, but he was always busy with work, so it was common for him to miss a family dinner from time to time, he even had his own place to stay which was no worry.
After hearing his mother call him down for dinner, Tsuna quickly dashed down to avoid her from coming up instead, God knows what she'll think of him if she saw a sleeping girl in his room, on his bed. He rushed downstairs, told his mother he would eat dinner in his room for the night (which upset her since it meant she was having dinner alone) and ran up just in time to see the female wake from her dreaming state.
He panicked and began to worry at first, scared she might scream, punch him, or even accuse him of assault. But she just sat there, blinking away her sleepiness and rubbing her forehead, obviously confused to what just happen. She then spotted him across the room, pressed up against the door, sweat dropping with nervousness.
He spoke first, eyes cast down and face red. "I-I-It's not what you think! I-I-I accidentally b-b-bumped into you and y-you fainted-so I thought i'd take you to my home s-s-since I d-didn't w-want to l-leave you t-there, you s-see-..." He mentally face-palmed himself for his pathetic explanation, she probably didn't catch any of his mumble jumble through all the stuttering he made.
When he glanced up he saw her eyes (or eye) widened with fear, she had recoiled back against the wall and covered herself with his blanket, she was clearly not happy with where she was. She began to stutter herself, and that's when Tsuna first heard her soft, fragile voice.
"W-Where?... W-Who?..."
Just then, almost in god-smack perfect timing, Tsuna's mom appeared at the doorway. "Tsu-kun! I though you'd might want some more rice-" She halted when she saw the female figure in his bed, blanket covering her body which was shaking with fear. She paused for half a minute, before beaming with a smile.
"Oh Tsu-kun! You brought home a friend, no wonder you didn't want to eat dinner with me, you just wanted to keep her company, poor thing looks like she's cold, is she shy? Does she want something to eat? I've made plenty of leftovers!" She left in a rush and headed downstairs to fetch another serving of her home-made foods and ran up with a large tray, setting up random dishes of food before standing up straight with a smile still plastered across her face and the tray pressed to her chest in an eager manner.
"Please eat up, I have plenty more downstairs if you want, so please enjoy... oh right, I must be intruding, please don't mind me, i'll be downstairs if you need me." She left afterwards, leaving Tsuna in an embarrassed and humiliated state, he forgot his mother was usually an... airhead, not the brightest bulb but still kind hearted, he loved her either way. He stared at the girl with a sheepish expression, he didn't know what to say so he'd thought he wait for her reply.
Surprisingly, her reply was her stomach growling.
She immediately flustered with embarrassment and hid her head between her knees. Tsuna was a bit startled by the sudden noise, but smiled nonetheless. He knelt down to his table and filled a bowl with rice and random food, such as tempura, tofu and some korokke, then walked over cautiously to the shy girl.
"I'm sorry if I scared you, please have some, its the least I could do." He inched the bowl of food and chopsticks closer to her, hoping she would no longer be frightened and accept the offer. Luckily she lifted her head to the smell, and eyed the food hungrily, before accepting the bowl of food attentively and slowly. He smiled, allowing himself to seem friendly and inviting, although he himself stilled stayed cautious, you never know when she might decide to stab him with the chopsticks in self-defense for whatever reason.
He rubbed the back of his head and sat at the far end of the bed, right on the edge just in case, she still seemed scarred since she didn't touch the food he gave her.
"U-Uhmm... Sorry if this seems uncomfortable... m-my name's Sawada Tsunayoshi, but you can c-call me Tsuna! W-What's yours?" asked Tsuna, his smile a bit twitching from nervousness, wasn't everyday you had a pretty girl in your bed, so keeping his cool was quite difficult. He swallowed a large gulp of saliver, his mouth felt a bit dry. He gripped the end of his shirt.
"... My name is Dokuro Chrome."
Almost on cue, Tsuna jumped by her quiet response. He chuckled sheepishly before smiling, a warm, gentle radiance reached out to her as he did so. She blushed, which he thought was cute for someone like her. "Chrome? That's an odd name... n-not that I meant it in a b-bad way! I-It's j-j-just-!"
She giggled.
Despite how faint that melody was, she made a small snicker, almost inaudible to the human ear if you weren't listening. But Tsuna heard, and he blushed. He chuckled in turn which led her to smile. Although the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward, he was talking to a girl he never met before in his life, and she was in every aspect almost unusual despite her pretty features. Black eyepatch, purple hair and eyes, light as a feather, was she homeless? Or just lost? Tsuna wanted to know a bit more, but decided against prying too much.
"S-So... you from around here?" asked Tsuna, politely of course.
Her expression looked like she was considering her answer, then she nodded her head, slowly.
Tsuna quirked a smile, she might be the type to talk more if he kept going, quick Tsuna, think of something to say!... "That's cool... what school do you go to?"
Once again she paused, her bowl of food still untouched in her hands, which annoyed Tsuna since he was confused with whether she was comfortable sitting there or not, or should he just ask her if she wanted an escort home since it was considerably darker outside. "...I don't go to school."
Tsuna raised a curious brow. "I see, you're wearing the Kokuyo Middle School uniform though, I heard the place shut down a while ago... maybe you should move to my school, I go to Namimori Middle School, the people there are really nice."
She shook her head almost immediately, jerking her petite head side to side in refusal. Tsuna bit his lip and thought of something else to say, before he saw her nibble on the food. He cheered up a bit, and began to sit down on the floor next to the table, grabbing his own bowl of food. He motioned her to sit opposite him. (Still careful to keep distance, you become wary of girls if you were beat up like Tsuna all the time)
"Here, it's more comfortable on the floor, have more food if you like." offered Tsuna, his smile still unwavering and inviting. Once again, she was slow and cautious, however she complied and sat down opposite him.
As time flew past they began to talk more, well, at least Tsuna was, Chrome was a very quiet girl yet she was talking more than before and slowly opened up. They conversed about topics such as movies, books, manga, TV, yet what surprised Tsuna was that she didn't know anything what-so-ever about either subjects, and when it came to personal life she was oddly even more silent. However despite the awkward moments, his dinner was more peculiar and interesting than usual, not every day you have dinner with a random chick from the streets.
When dinner ended they were smiling, giggling and talking, and Tsuna found that he enjoyed her company, sure she was quiet and shy, but it was cute and he liked her for some reason (in a friendly manner of course). After dinner he offered if she would like to look through some of his manga collections, and he was glad she said yes.
He made sure she wasn't forced or felt she had the need to oblige his suggestions, he honestly did not want to make her feel uncomfortable then she might already have been, however believe it or not, they ended up losing track of time, he showed her video games, books and he even let her borrow his manga. (She said she knew where his school was so she was able to return it to him)
Time definitely flew, because when Tsuna looked to check the time, he almost had a shock, it was really late, he didn't know if a young girl like Chrome would be able to walk home at such an hour, and Tsuna wasn't so sure he himself was okay with that thought either. He pondered on whether to let her sleep over, but the idea was outrageous, it almost made him sound like he was trying to make a move on her, but he wasn't a pervert, nor inconsiderate, so he asked her.
"I-It's getting late, d-do you want to go home?" He saw the her change from thinking to even deeper thinking, she was really thinking. "O-Of course if you want you could stay for the night, I don't have school tomorrow and it's late and all so-"
"If its okay with you."
Tsuna almost blanched, he never thought she'd actually accept the offer, and so bluntly too. She was too innocent, so clueless, she acted like she was just born into the world yesterday, a lost puppy that wondered into the big world full of mysteries and things she's never seen or heard of.
Tsuna stumbled a bit, face turning red, before stuttering words along the lines of "Wait here, i'll get a futon."
When he was downstairs he noticed it was quiet, his mother must of already went to bed, so he quietly found a futon in the storage closet and some blankets along with a pillow. He laid it out for her in his brother's room, since he thought she might of preferred sleeping by herself in a separate room rather then in the same room with a boy she just met for the first time. (Again, he himself had to keep precautions).
After he laid out her futon, he gave her some of his clothes, since they were almost the same size, Chrome being relatively smaller of course. She smiled and thanked him, before closing the door to his brother;s room. (For some reason, he was glad his brother was busy that night)
Tsuna was still is some sort of a dazed, after the weird turn of events that happened that afternoon, Tsuna ended up having dinner with a stranger in his room, which he actually let sleep over. Yes, all of it seemed bizarre, and Tsuna had trouble sleeping in hopes she wouldn't wake up to steal anything and then run off. Maybe she was those type of freeloaders who pretended to be in need and ended up staying over your house for the night, only to sneakily rob you of your belongings.
Despite all that, he still slept with doubts that night.
When morning arose the next day, Tsuna quickly jumped out of his bed only to find his brother's room empty, the futon and blanket neatly folded onto one side. Nothing was stolen, thankfully, and Tsuna sighed a relief, yet he somehow wanted to see her again, hopefully.
Luckily, that wasn't the last time they would meet, Tsuna's second encounter with Chrome was at the grocery store, about a week after their meeting, and when they met Tsuna immediately recognised her purple hair and her green, military uniform. (Her shopping basket was full of unhealthy junk food, which he thought was not what a young girl's diet should be). They met several times after that, at parks, at the grocery store, randomly on the street, and during every encounter Tsuna was make the most of his time to spend more time with her and show her around.
That went on for about 2 months.
"Chrome! Chrome where are you?"
Tsuna grew irritated, he was sure she would be hear. He needed to find her no matter what... actually it wasn't that necessary, he just had the urge to tell her something, and that something was pretty urgent on his part.
He wanted Chrome to attend Namimori Middle School.
And he would make sure she did.
Mukuro fell backwards against the leather couch, his laptops warm of his thighs. He yawned. Truthfully, he wasn't up for this next assignment, for all he knew, he hated Byakuran, he despised him to his very core and absolutely loathed his very being, and even if he were to consider Mukuro's feelings, he would merely laugh and smile that wicked grin of his.
That disgusting smile.
Mukuro ran a hand through his midnight locks, and began to quickly scan the document of information Shouichi sent him. For a guy who also detested Byakuran, he sure knew his stuff.
Let's see, what do we have here.
Gregory Balducci, 42, pure Italian background, blond hair, brown eyes, a wife and two daughters. Wife, Sandra Balducci, brunette, dark eyes, also of Italian origins, 38. Daughter's names are Violet and Lily (mother had an obsession for flowers, hence their daughter's names), one 12, the other 8. They both had similar traits to their parents, one closer to the dad while the other to the mom. They lived the lives of a happy family, mother was a housewife while dad was a businessman, working under the Millefiore corp. (all bullshit of course), big house, smart kids, perfect lives...
Blah blah blah...
Mukuro deleted the info, then disconnected from his private server before closing his laptop, he wasn't up for any more reading, he had work to do tonight, so he should most likely catch some sleep before heading out. He was not bothered to walk to the bedroom, so he laid down on his couch, setting his phone's alarm to 6:30 and closed his tired eyes.
Tonight, he had to head out and kill a father, as well as a husband, and completely destroy the lives of a happy family, and corrupt their tiny hearts into a nightmare.
Yep, just another ordinary job.
Meanwhile, in a dark, trapped room, a fragile, petite girl cowered in the darkness and sobbed dry tears. Her throat hurt from the tearless crying, and her body shook uncontrollably. She wrapped her thin arms around her legs and pressed them closer to her chess, squeezing tightly.
Her head hurt, her heart was beating very, very, fast. Her breathing was cutting short to pants and shark intakes of air. Her body was hot, but at the same time very cold, almost like an ice glacier being thrown into the depths of hell.
Her head was spinning, her eyes slowing closing. Shit! She remembered, always keep them open, no matter what keep them open, don't give in, definitely not now...
Definitely. Not. Now.
Keep. Fighting.
"Chrome!"
She fainted.
…. This was... my first fanfic for KHR... and this was... WAY TOO LONG FOR A FIRST TRY! D: Why me have no self control! ASKGJSKFAFKFKS! -dies- lol, hope this was okay for first try, Ive written before, just not for this fandom, and honestly, I haven't written in two years o DAMN!
Yes, there is going to be evil Kyoko, I don't like her (honestly, who does -_-) but I want to give her a darker persona, just for shit and giggles 8D, lol, no, actually her role is important, but you'll see as chapters progress. Chrome is very important, I like her since she's cute, her role is also important. Mukuro is an assassin :) (SEXY!) and i think I made Tsuna too mature here... oh well -shrugs its off like a gangster- I think you already know who Tsuna's older brother might be, have a guess if you want, cookies to those who get it right :L (Hint: Dino or Giotto? u) HERP DERP!
Omg so excited to post this up, i'm afraid this might be bad since it was long or had grammar mistakes, I was too high to check the second half of this, so do tell me of any mistakes made ^_^
Please review, I love reviews, reviews turn me on ;) 3