Blood… dark red blood covered the entire place where they battled. Screams of pain, anguish, and battle cries filled the air that hurt his ears. Over. Everything is over. Nothing is left from them. They were fated to be unable to win this war.
"Don't…give up!" a hoarse call of their leader called to their beaten up will to fight. "Keep fighting…! This world's future and our beloved one's… are determined by the outcome of this battle! Fight for the future! Fight for those you love!"
'The future?' he smirked ironically after he heard those words. What kind of future can be build from a history filled with bloody war? What kind of future would they be able to shape with their bloody hands?
"Onii…sama…"
He tilted his head to see his beloved little sister lie there in pain and fatigue. She grew weak, and was in need of immediate treatment. Her body was covered with many nasty wounds that would eventually leave scars. Her exhaustion was already making her feel faint. That was the limit of his little sister, who had tried so hard in this war.
"Rest, my dear Chrome. You need it." He gently stroked her cheek with his blood, tainted hand and smiled. Even he himself couldn't feel any honesty in his words, "This war will be over the next time you wake up."
Words filled with lies. This war would continue until one side loses. The beaten would be destroyed, along with those they wanted to protect. The victor would live by stepping on the corpses of the victims of war, and shape the future however they desired.
The future… what kind of future did HE wanted?
"Mukuro! Snap out of it!"
Mukuro blocked torrent of attacks with his illusions, deceiving them to attack each other or to lose their target. His condition was not that different from his little sister. In no time, his body would reach its limit and he would die in the hands of their enemy before he was able to win this war. Mukuro looked behind, and saw his little sister had fainted from exhaustion. He knew that he was stuck here. He wouldn't be able to attack anymore. He had to protect his little sister; the only one left in this world that mattered to him.
Mukuro endured many attacks and stood his ground even though his body shook from blood loss; and the only thing that kept him standing was his will to fight. He looked ahead to the battlefield that screamed of despair and death; and he couldn't help but chuckle. How the world has changed. The bloody, ruined battlefield used to be a very beautiful place fifteen years ago. Filled with flowers and trees, that was sending off waves of magic that comforted your heart if you saw it on full moon. Chiaro di Luna flowers would sing so beautifully that they made you sleep peacefully without nightmares penetrating the mind.
How his vision of the world had changed… from a beautiful place filled with hope and happiness, to a place so disheartening and revolting that was filled with many sins and evil.
He had seen so many deaths and sorrow. Every death and pain that destroyed his heart left nothing anymore; except a deep, empty hole that will always pained him every second of his life. Now, he is no different from the adults that he used to hate as a child. All of his dreams and happiness were so cruelly taken away from him…with the deaths of his loved ones…
People that accepted him when the world threw him away...
People that had trained him until he was as strong as he was now…
People that grew up with him…
People that had opened their hearts for him…
Only two people, two people who were able to enter his heart so deep… only to leave an incurable wound that killed his heart slowly when they were gone.
The person who became like a big sister to him: Yukue; and the person who he loved dearly with all his heart, Hibari.
The world never was the same without them around to fill the gaping hole in his heart…
To be continued…