A/N: I know I've put 1896 as the main characters... but 6996 heavily features in this chapter. Many apologies for the 1896 fans! I also am saddened at the lack of 96-fics around, so here goes the 18/69 over 96 lemon. I do not own KHR, only the idea of this story :) indulge away!

A Misty Reality - Part 1

It's been 5 years since Rokudo Mukuro walked free from the depths of the Vendicare and it's been 5 years since Chrome Dokuro's soul began eating itself away. Because she was forced to move on, she's grown out her Mukuro-style hair and supports her organs including her missing eye with her own illusions. Because she is eternally in his debt for saving her life, she still carries around his old trident. Because he was a separate entity to her, there was nothing that bound them together anymore... but it still hurts. He has nothing to do with me now.

That same line repeated itself again and again in her mind even as the man above her naked self worked himself into her. But she couldn't feel the roughness of his movements nor the enjoyment of its actions. It was just another assignment from the Vongola family, hard cold reality. And as her victim's grinding began to falter, Chrome hooked her fingers around her trident hidden underneath the bed. Metal crushes through bone and flesh and soon the man who's name she'd forgotten collapsed in a bloody heap on the rumpled no longer white linen sheets.

Silence descended heavily upon the hotel room and Chrome looked at the results of another successfuly assigment, emotion completely void of her eyes. The illusion she conjured of herself shattered into nothingness at her bidding and her true form emerged from the shadows in the corner of the room. Men may be strong but they are slaves to their desires. She never used to go about her assigments with seduction until her body began showing the years' aging. She was no longer the thin and weak-looking girl of 13 that relied so heavily on her counterpart. The Chrome Dokuro of 18 bore the title of the irresistable and voluptuous female illusionist. Men fell before her without much effort on her behalf. Her illusions can become reality, a reality that satiated lustful men's imaginations. And she always watched without feel in the corner her victims devour her real illusions greedily. She satisfied their instinctive desires and in return they gave her their lives, a win-win situation. The only supposed downside was that she could semi-feel what her real illusion was going through. She would never let those animals touch her. Ironically she wasn't the whore as many men of the mafia described her as, she was very much a virgin at present. She was pure but dirty with the blood of lustful men.

Her Boss disapproved internally about how she goes about her assigments but he was sweet enough to never mention it. His 15 year old self vowed for the Vongola to be the family to protect others but how can that be brought about without the death of those attacking the family? Chrome liked her Boss and she'd lay her life down for him. He was a man of great naiveity and kindness. She thought about how his brows would subtly knit together later when she gives the report of her mission. Forgive me, Boss.

Chrome's purple eye glanced at the antique wall clock on the wall of the room, 12:26am the maid assigned by the Vongola will be here soon to 'clean up'. Opening the balcony doors, the Vongola Mist Guardian stepped out into the moonlight and simmered into thin air.

...

Chrome sat quietly in the corner of the room, taking in the information exchange between the other Guardians of her family. Her part was over, there was no need for her interference. She awaited quietly for her Boss to pass down any new assignments for her.

"I see, in that case would it be alright if we sent Chrome?" the Mist Guardian looked up at her Boss.

"Yes?"

"Ah, that is... if it's alright with you Chrome?" Tsuna said almost apologetically to her. Pushing herself up from the plush living chair with her trident, Chrome smiled slightly in reply and made her way to the door.

Outside the meeting room, Chrome stood still as she recalled what Boss had said. A partner assignment with the Cloud Guardian. It was her turn to frown. Very much like the Cloud Guardian she likes working solo. What was Boss thinking grouping together two people who prefer working alone? But she pushed her thoughts aside. She lived to serve the Vongola family, because he was nothing to do with me now.

...

Hibari Kyoya detested crowding. And he hated working with others even more. It took all of his might not to bite his assigned partner to death as they rode the Vongola private jet to Namimori. He was doing this only because Namimori was in danger and that the Broncho wouldn't stop pestering him.

"Cloud Guardian, shall we go over the undercover alias again?" the soft voice of Chrome said. He didn't reply, continuing to stare at the clouds floating past their plane.

"Our fake IDs are to be Jyuma Takumi and Kirishiro Hiyako who are returning from Italy to visit family and friends. We are to infiltrate the Namimori Arts Exhibition hosted by the Viema family tomorrow evening. The assigment is to intercept the Boss of the Viema family, Giaretti Marcese, from receiving stolen diamonds from the Forini family. When you meet Giaretti Marcese you shall be impersonating Rimahiro Morito, the Japanese representative of the Forini family who supposedly has the diamonds. While you distract the Viema family Boss, I shall be taking out the real Rimahiro Morito along with the diamonds."

Receiving no reply, Chrome paused slightly before slotting the papers away. After a few moments of silence she glanced at the Cloud Guardian sitting opposite her. The man hardly came to the Vongola mansion, the last time she really spoke to him was 5 years ago when they were up against the Millefiore family of the future. Like how time has changed her physically, he was no exception. He was a handsome man but he emitted a dangerous aura that made you think twice before approaching him. From reading the information given by Irie Shoichi, Rimahiro Morito seemed like a cowardly back-stabber and that image certainly didn't overlap with the Cloud Guardian.

"When you talk with Giaretti, I'll place an illusion around you so that you sound and appear like Rimahiro Morito there's no knowing whether the two have met before..." but she trailed off as she saw the man opposite her now snoozing away, the back his hand supporting his head. This may be a harder mission than initially thought.

...

Chrome wondered to herself how the Cloud Guardian approached his missions. There was no element of deception about him at all. He was as blunt as reality.

"Cloud Guardian, I think we're supposed to act married," she spoke softly taking his arm. His dark eyes shot her a deathly glance before looking away again.

"Suit yourself," he replied curtly before allowing her arm to hook through his.

Chrome's attention turned to the hall. They were at the Arts Exhibition and everything about this place announced its grandeur and wealth, something that Chrome was uninterested in. But she liked how fresh it felt in contrast to her old home back in Kokuyo Land. Perhaps she could give it a quick visit before leaving Japan tomorrow. He has nothing to do with me.

"Good evening and welcome to the Namimori Arts Exhibition. May I take your names please?" Chrome pulled a sweet smile to her face and took at the invitation from her black clutch bag. She noticed how the receptionist swallowed heavily as his hand brushed her black gloved ones. Beside her the Cloud Guardian's cold eyes pierced the man's forehead as he tapped away fervently at his handheld computer.

"Jyuma Takumi-san and Kirishiro Hiyako-san. There will be various beverages being offered around the exhibition hall if you'd like one, I hope you enjoy your evening," the man babbled quickly as Chrome took back their invitation letter.

"Thank you," she said sweetly before ushering the Cloud Guardian inside. Men can be such a hassle.

For once, Chrome didn't really stand out from the crowd. She was wearing a full-length midnight blue dress of silk that revealed her slim shoulders and arms and a good proportion of her back. A string of pearls dangled around her graceful neck. Below, there was a noticeable but subtle amount of cleavage that her dress pronounced which made men do a double-take like usual but she noticed all the women around her were of similiar caliber. This was certainly no club scene or alley show.

"Mission start," and soon Chrome was alone. The Cloud Guardian's impatience definitely hasn't changed.

Her eyes passed lazily over the various artwork around her. They portrayed no meaning to her. She was here to find Rimahiro Morito and take the Vongola's rightful diamonds away from him. Inbetween peering at the arts, her eyes sneaked glances at the uniformally busy crowd searching for her prey. With both of her eyes in use, everything was so much clearer to see. And this time, she wished everything wasn't so clear.

Chrome tried to hide her franticness as she looked for the Cloud Guardian. Tip-toeing on the balls of her feet to avoid breaking her stilettos, she picked her way across the hall and up the marble staircase as her eyes focused on her fellow Vongola family member. Because he no longer has anything to do with me, I didn't sense his presence... The rise in urgency grew when the Cloud Guardian began to turn towards the scene downstairs. Chrome willed for her Mist Flames which flickered eagerly into existence on the Vongola ring hidden underneath her gloves.

"Cloud Guardian!" she yelled as she reached the top of the stairs. His cold eyes zapped to hers and frowned. Quickly closing the gap between them, Chrome reached his side and pulled at his arm.

"I think they're outside," she whispered dispelling the sound illusion she had created earlier so that people nearby heard 'Takumi-kun'.

"Don't interfere with the mission."

"I'm sorry... but it's alright, I used a sound illusion earlier," Chrome's grip on his arm tightened trying to pull him outside.

"I'll bite you to death if you don't let go," at least she still had the Cloud Guardian's attention. Please let him walk out! But the man with blue hair that had caught her attention earlier remained where he was, his chuckles of kufufu unmistakenable in her ears.

"He's outside," she said firmly, adamant to not let the Cloud Guardian see Mukuro-sama.

His jaw tightened in annoyance and proceeded to reach for the tonfas hidden in his evening suit. Chrome had no choice. Releasing his arms, she pressed her hands against his chest over where his weapons were and crashed her lips upon his. In the moment where she's taken him by surprise, Chrome sent an illusion directly into the Cloud Guardian's mind blanking out Mukuro-sama's figure from his vision. She then proceeded to hide the Cloud Guardian's presence from Mukuro-sama but her mind jarred abruptly.

Chrome felt her lower stomach erupt in heat and pressure as the Cloud Guardian moved his lips against hers forcing her mouth open. Her throat moaned in reply as his tongue slid around hers toying and teasing. His strong hands stroked from the sides of her breasts down to her waists sensually and then gripped her hips, skyrocketing her heart beats. Chrome knew this was more than enough but her body wasn't listening. They demanded something that she didn't know they wanted, needed... and it felt so right. Her hands gripped the insides of his once uncrinkled shirt trying to close any existing gap still between them as she matched his intensity of the kiss. She pushed her hips into his, a moan escaping from him this time as she felt the rightness of the bulge behind his trousers pressing against her. She shivered a little against him feeling his hand travel slowly up behind her naked back reaching for the concealed zip to her dress.

Then the alarm bells started ringing. This was her real self and very much not an illusion. Forcing her mind into control again, Chrome pulled away from the Cloud Guardian.

"S-Sorry," she began but stopped as she saw the smirk on his face.

"Wao, they don't call you the 'irresistable and voluptuous illusionist' for nothing but next time you attempt to distract me from seeing Rokudo Mukuro it's going to take more than a kiss and an illusion," he said tracing the angle of her jaw with a finger before slipping out of her embrace.

...

Chrome leant on the balcony as she looked over the gardens behind the exhibition hall. The spring breeze was cool against her pale skin and it teased away the curled locks of hair that fell free either side of her heart-shaped face. For the first time in a long time has true emotions filled her voided heart. She bit her lower lip unable to convey the torrential wave of shock, confusion, embarassment, desire and silly happiness that stormed her mind. But what worried her most was the fear. Those moments with the Cloud Guardian exposed her, she was vulnerable and insecure a state she did not like being in. Chrome squeezed her eyes shut and huddled over the small fist she made over her chest, what am I feeling?

"I see that you are troubled, my sweet little Chrome."

She whipped around at the voice, with no time to conceal the vulnerability she was feeling at the moment. Chrome caught her breath when Mukuro-sama stepped into her personal space and tilted her chin towards him with two long fingers.

"How beautiful you've become Chrome and yet you're still you, unchanged."

"Mukuro...sama," she managed to utter under his hypnotic mismatched eyes. After 5 years, he still awed her, still made her breathless when they were together in illusion or reality.

"I've heard many things about you over the years about you Chrome but I certainly did not know you had a soft spot for Hibari Kyoya," she flinched slightly as the grip on her chin tightened at the mention of the Cloud Guardian.

"Y-You saw..."

"Nothing escapes my eyes Chrome. Besides, it was a rather public display too unsubtle to be missed," her cheeks flared up with embarassment and she tried to tear her eyes away from Mukuro-sama's intense gaze.

"Kufufufu, you're a fine woman now Chrome I can no longer call you 'little'," her quickened breaths faltered as Mukuro-sama pulled her to him by the waist, "but you are still mine."

Perhaps it was because of those long years they've spent together bound by each other's existences that she could feel his emotions now. There was no mistake in the way his aura yearned for her small figure to be his to command again. She was his from the beginning till the end. All those years of trampling away those possessive feelings for him corroded away at his touch and she felt foolish for having thought these feelings unreciprocated.

They were no longer on the balcony but in the world Mukuro-sama created when the two conversed alone in his years of imprisonment. It was still beautiful and peaceful as she remembered except the usual daytime sky was replaced with the dark starry blanket of night. Her dark full-length dress was now the nostalgic white flowing dress she always used to wear when she came here. Like a weight being lifted off her, Chrome relaxed into the familiar illusion.

"Nagi," his gentle voice coaxed her and she submitted to him out of habit. She wanted to be his, she always had wanted it.

Suddenly her back was on the grassy floor her arms pinned down by her saviour whom she's always admired between her legs. She tilted her head back as Mukuro-sama pecked and licked his way up her neck to a spot behind her earlobe, it felt so right. Her thighs tightened around his hips feeling his weight press against her sensitive centre. Breaths labouring, Chrome whimpered as his hand slowly trailed down her chest and pushed away the lining of the dress she wore.

A smile crept upon Mukuro's face, he could easily have dispelled the illusionary dress she was wearing with a blink but he knew what raced her brittle heart. Deliberating each stroke, Mukuro teased the thin dress straps from her small shoulders and pushed the dress down. Angling his hips upwards towards her, the skirts hitched up around her hips and she moaned his name. Revealing her full breasts, Mukuro smirked at how she's grown without him knowing spurring on his excitement. Gently but firmly he licked around her perked nipples sucking each of them in turn. Underneath him, he felt her squirm her hips bucking into his wanting to fast forward to what they were inevitably heading for. But he wanted her to experience the entirety of their reunion. Her hands unwound from around his neck and fell limply either side before reaching for the buttons of his shirt. Giving her breasts a final lick, he raised himself up and watched musedly as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Clasping her clumsy hand, he steadied her and they worked their way down the shirt stopping where blouse met trousers. He took a small double take as she seem to break free from the daze she was previously in and took control of him.

Shifting her weight to one side, Chrome turned pushing Mukuro-sama over onto his back. The lack of resistance from him encouraged her and she stroked his firm pecs down to his abdomen beginning to work on the trousers and briefs that still separated them. It was beyond her wildest imagination that she'd be able to touch his true self after so long and she was going to exploit this only chance. Gracefully she lowered her hungry lips upon his while her hands undid the zipper of his trousers pushing them from his lean legs and lowering the briefs over his hot erection. Her concentration slipped as she felt his fingers tear away the rest of her dress in retaliation. He always saved her from her from near-deaths, it was time to pay her thanks. Not finished, she dragged her body down his and hovered over his hardness. Caressing his inner thighs with her thumbs she languidly brought her tongue over his manhood. Having anticipated that not even Mukuro-sama would be able to resist her, Chrome took him full in her mouth before withdrawing a little to lick the sensitive tip. Feeling him thrust against her mouth she pressed more firmly against his lean thighs.

Mukuro peered into the illusioned night sky chuckling to himself at how much she'd matured in that area. It was certainly a nice surprise and it made him more indignant to claim her. Knowing how close she was bringing him to his climax, he regained control from her. She was still his sweet Chrome after all.

Winding his arms around her thin waists, Mukuro pushed her underneath him once more. Pressing his arousal against her wet core, he chuckled at her moans of his name. How long has it been since he's heard that sweet voice? Chrome hazily opened her eyes and peered at the dominating man on top of her, a strange euphoria filling her chest. He knew what she wanted, he always had even without being bound to her. Tracing a long finger slowly down between her valley and down past her abdomen, he locked her lips with his just before rubbing her sensitive mound. Her reaction was immediate and like she's always done, it pleased him. Groaning into his demanding kiss, Chrome began bucking uncontrollably wishing for him to release her from his sweet torture but he wasn't done. Caressing her warm clit, his intricate fingers travelled further down and with one swift motion broke into her wet and hot centre.

Finally breaking free from his kiss, Chrome threw her head back crying out his name in blinding pleasure as he stroked her cavern pushing deeper each time. Her thighs constricted around his hips and he smiled a sense of victory in his mind. She was his to command, bound or not. Her cries escalated when he doubled the penetrance. Oh how expressive she was.

"Nnnguh Mu-kuro...-sama!" she panted heavily her eyes snapping shut.

"Oyah oyah, I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss this my sweet Chrome," and she groaned in complaint as he withdrew his fingers licking off her juices deliberately.

"M-Mukuro-sama..."

"Shhh, I shall free you from my torture soon, Nagi."

"I-It's not that... I don't mind-," but her words were drowned with a new cry of pleasure as Mukuro slid his hard and hot self into her.

Her walls were tight around him and the heat radiating from them shot aches of desires through his whole body. There was nothing he wanted more in that moment to ram into her and hear her scream his name begging for him to go go go but he had no interest in breaking her. She was at the pinacle of becoming a fully grown woman and he had the privilege to see her through. So he withdrew slowly feeling her legs tighten around him more not wanting him to leave. Supporting her back with one hand, Mukuro began slowly pumping into his fragile Chrome each thrust with increasing intensity. And she replied with equal vigour, gripping onto his back so that she could match his thrusts. He groaned with effort as the rhythm continued to intensify and soon he gave in to his temptations.

"Mu-Mukuro-sama!" Chrome managed to utter before he unleashed himself fully, ramming into her harder and faster. Soon their movements lost its rhythm and became erractic. Even though it was her first time, she knew they were both coming.

Feeling the anticipation was excruciating and her lungs clamped shut as he brought the last thrusts to their climax. From behind her purple eyes, light exploded in Chrome's mind feeling the orgasm rip through thin figure like wildfire.

At the back of her mind, she knew that it wasn't going to be long before her virginity was taken but she never anticipated for Mukuro-sama to be the one fulfiling her womanhood. A small smile played on her flushed face as he watched her possessively, both of them breathing heavily in the afterglow.

And just as Mukuro wanted, any conflicted thoughts involving her incident with the Cloud Guardian evaporated with his illusion.

...

She understood his reasons. There has never been a reason for her to doubt his actions or decisions but her heart slapped the truth in her face. Though her mind was fully aware of her stupidity, Chrome couldn't help not feeling the growing betrayal of her beloved ex-counterpart, for Mukuro-sama had left her once again in the world of the Mafia he so despises. Because hidden in the truth was the lie but under the lie was the truth, the unfathomable mist.

Definitely 'dame dame' at endings... T_T, and yeah my first accomplished lemonfic.

For those 18-fans out there, he'll be lemoning in the next chapter, please stay tuned :3 [really should have a 3rd character slot...]

Shaari