A.N. I have no idea where this came from. Just popped into my head and refused to leave me alone.
Being an illusionist is like walking on the edge of a knife. Mukuro Rokudo thought pleasantly. Well, it was pleasant for him anyway. And this was his leisurely thinking, it makes you wonder what the man was normally.
This was the most pleasant thought he had in decades. It was reflection, and a much better thought than, thoughts that had to do with possession, world domination, or torture of someone not himself. There were also such thoughts of painting the world red (with other people's blood of course) and other things, but they weren't pleasant. We shall move on from that.
Yes, indeed the thought that he just had was just about the most pleasant he had had in decades. He continued to muse to himself in a very inward sort of way. Chrome was not listening in. If she had she would have had a heart attack by now, because Mukuro-sama didn't think like that.
Yes, add walking barefoot on said knife to that. He thought for a while more. Being an illusionist is like walking barefoot on the edge of the sharpest knife in this world or the next. On both sides is a steep plunge into either insanity or death.
He conveniently forgot that he was insane. Not to mention also an illusionist. Rather nice combination, but the judgment of his sanity was made only to prevent other people from thinking he was sane. We are not sure why he forgot he was insane. At the age of 22 he even had a framed copy of his certificate of insanity on his wall.
It was his daily ritual to laugh creepily at it every morning. Right up there with fixing his hair so that it stayed stylish (A.K.A. Pineapple-like).
Because shiver if he was sane...then it would promise horrifying reality to most of the human population. That would mean that the rest of us are insane. Yes, our logic is that extreme. Or well, perhaps it is not our logic but rather the Vendice escapee himself that was extreme. (Dear God we are sounding like Ryohei.)
How would any human being have such a thought, the thought that was probably horrifying enough in and of itself, as the most pleasant he had in decades be at all normal?
No. No one could ever think that was the definition of normal sanity.
You may wonder how we got into Mukuro Rokudo's mind to begin with. Well, we are not sure, but we are being kicked out now. So ciao!
So your thoughts? They shall all be much appreciated.