Title: Ashura
Author: kchanlp
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Slight OOC/Gore
Prompt: 64. Mukuro/Chrome - Ghost; "Saving me, raping me, watching me"
Summary: "He would make sure they'd never ever reach his essence again."
She could hear them.
Silently wailing in the darkness, she could hear every word, every thought, every agonizing whimper of theirs. In the darkness they crawled towards her, their numb voices made her feel pinpricks in her soft skin. She knew what they wanted. Somehow she knew she was the only living being in that place... They were all lost, and they wanted to devour her essence, her life, her breath, and she had to get out of that place, fast, fast, fast...
She couldn't move.
They had finally reached her, their frosty hands clawing at her clothes, ripping her skin, devouring her, drowning her, slowly pulling her to the pit of darkness. Her breathing had become shallow, she couldn't feel anything but the pain on her arms, her thighs, her neck. Feel that pain while they slowly took, ripped, swallowed everything that made her human and alive, making her believe in the end of her being, believe in the existence of something lurking beneath the surface of her soul, changing her hands into claws and her teeth into fangs, completely destroying the 'She' that she – knew, thought, believed, I-don't-think-so – was.
But suddenly she felt something wrapping itself around her body. With a bloody gulp, she let herself be pulled from that place, still whole, feeling her limp body be covered by those warm hands that felt life fire against her skin – who is it, she thought, who is it that is pulling me, saving me, raping me, watching me – when suddenly she simply wasn't anything anymore.
She woke up surrounded by green fields, her feet grazing the pure petals of the lotus floating on the river. She was warm, and whole, and she couldn't remember why but she shouldn't feel at peace... she should be... – in pain, dead, devoured...
She couldn't remember.
"So foolish, my dear Chrome...."
She had recognized that voice, that voice which caused pinpricks on the curve of her neck while those warm hands traced hot circles in the skin of her arm.
"Mukuro-sama..." her voice was hoarse, and her throat hurt, almost like she had been screaming not so long ago.
"You had a nightmare, my dear. It's over now, so go back to sleep." He whispered in the shell of her ear, making her shudder ever so pleasantly.
"Mukuro-sama..." It was a low and pleading tone, and she let herself fall against the warmth and safety of that chest.
"Kufufu, still such a child. Do I have to tell you a story?" However, she had already fallen asleep.
When she woke up, right before the sunrise, she could still feel his arms around her as if it were the string of her sanity, keeping her in one piece, saving her from the never ending cycle of living and dead beings, the ones who called themselves "the ghosts in her dreams".
As to the man himself, he slowly walked through that barren land, his features contorted in deep rage, making his beautiful face crack, revealing horrid black spots underneath his skin. They watched as he turned into a creature like them, a change he never allowed her to see, before raising his claws and slashing everything – from limbs and bones, to throats and torsos – that crossed his way.
He would make sure they'd never - ever – reached his life's essence again.