Nikki: So, I was reading 'Deh' (6927 Doujinshi.. I think it's the cutest one~) And this came to me. Don't blame me, I love Dark! Mukuro…
Mukuro: Hm?
Nikki: … Ehehe… *shrug* Phase?
Mukuro: Kufufu~ Anyway, enjoy this, minna~
Nikki: I don't own KHR… And shockingly… No pairing this time either. Just Mukuro-sama~.

'If God exists… Then why? Why did we have to suffer so much? What did we ever do to have this happen to us, to fight to survive, to pray to that one tiny sliver of hope called God? Why did this happen?'

If a wish could simply be written down and come true, Rokudo Mukuro would have done that long ago. He would have done something, anything, to have ended his suffering earlier.

Sure, he doesn't want to admit it- nor will he ever- but he feels that pain from all those years ago too. The loneliness, the feeling of abandonment, the pain. Such was the reason he had lost faith in this so called God.

A being in Heaven that answers questions of his people. It made him laugh. If God was really there, then why was there suffering? Maybe he was right. Maybe, maybe the people just put God there so they would have something other than a human to talk to. He understood that. Very well, actually.

The teenager sat, alone, in the Kokyuo building, bored, as he contemplated his life. He let out a yawn as he glanced around the dark area. It was winter, and damn cold. He'd have to pick a place that wasn't completely run down next time; the illusions he had created were starting to be worn down as everyone's minds worked them off.

He let out a sigh, eyes glancing upwards. As if he could see through the roof and to the sky, he glared, cursing that man above him and the rest. Cursing Him and His army.

'Why God… What have we done?'

A younger Mukuro closed his eyes, screaming; or at least trying to, through the gag. He didn't want this. Where was his Mami? Where was has Papi? Why was this happening?

The knife came closer… Closer still… Until finally, he could no longer see through his right eye. He screamed, tears pouring down the bright blue on his left. The doctors ignored the poor boy, taking something out of a jar.

Red. All he could see was red. Fire. Hell. He was scared, there was so much screaming and pain and agony. Mukuro collapsed to his knees, hands over his ears as he screamed. Was this Hell? The place his mother had warned him about when he was younger? Was he… Was he being punished?

When the boy came to, he had a pounding headache, memories of people he didn't know engraved in his mind. And still, all he saw was red out of his right eye. Why was this happening? Had God forsaken him again? Why…?

'I'm sorry, God! Forgive us, please! We beg of you!'

Mukuro's fist clenched tighter as he grit his teeth, his eyes narrowed. He heard banging around on one of the lower floors, then Ken yelling. So, they were home.

The Italian sighed, calming himself down. No use in getting angry about the past. At least, not yet. Now was not the time.

Nikki: … Well… Yeah.
Mukuro: Well then.
Nikki: *shrug* Gomen, minna… Review, ne?