I don't want your pity.
Coming from you, an emotion named 'sympathy' is meaningless.
You feel for everyone, being naïve as you are.
Your weaknesses disgust me, Sawada Tsunayoshi-kun.
I grab your wrists, twisting your arms into a painful lock.
You're cut; your wounds bleeding, your blood on my spike.
Even so, you're still willing to forgive me, pleading me to stop
Your eyes fill up with water while you writhe pathetically underneath me.
If only you could hate me; if I can be the first person you abhor.
I would be special to you, wouldn't I?
If I can't be among those you love; if I can be your nemesis.
I would be closer to you than anyone, isn't that right?
So hate me.
Your hatred, it will become my reason to live.
I hold you firmly, licking blood off your wounds, pressing our lips together-
"Nngh, Mukuro-"
Good, that's what I like to hear.
Your moans, they ring at my ears; your hot body twitching beneath me.
Breathe in hatred, and loathe me.
Become stronger and come to me; take your revenge.
But be blind; don't realise my true feelings.
And make your desire to kill me your sole motivation.
At the end, I'll be facing you, my arms spread out, ready to pull you into a tight embrace.
My sweet Vongola.
