Nightmare

You frantically ran through woods in the dark, dampened forest. Haunting, crimson blood-painted skulls floated in the shadows. Clearly scared, you stumbled several times, landing on slushy, wet, mud. The dirt splattered, staining your pure white dress that flowed down until it cut off at your knees and slender, pale legs. Desperate and frightened tears continuously ran down your cheeks as you did the same with your own legs. Exhausting pants escaped from cold lips that were turning blue.

'S-Someone…'

Suddenly, your surroundings rippled, the darkness beginning to lighten and brighten up. Soon, you found yourself in the familiar meadow that was Mukuro's realm. The huge contrast caused your eyes to hurt, but you found yourself ready to cry from happiness.

"M-Mukuro-sama—'' You gasped in your sleep, taking grateful gulps of air.

"Kufufu," a glove-clad hand gently brushed your bangs away from your face (which had beads of sweat clinging to them) as if you were a fragile possession, and also smoothed out the wrinkles between your eyebrows. "Sleep well," and a light press of lips met your forehead.