Disclaimer: Chrome is older, but she still needs the surgery to get back all of her missing organs even though she can use her Vongola ring to give herself illusionary organs.
Also Mukuro is out of prison, but he's still living with Ken, Chikusa and Chrome. I may get a lot of the events wrong but bare with me because I just started really getting into the anime but I have read some of the manga. Anyway, if you don't like it then don't read it. I don't own anything except this story, my ideas for the chapters and of course my OCS Misa, Rina, and Aika. Rating: M (rape, character death, random humor moments that make no sense and alcohol use)
Character Ages: Ken-21, Chikusa-21, Mukuro-21, Chrome-19, Misa-19, Rina-19, Aika-21
Me: Hi everyone and welcome to my first ever fanfic. *bows politely or waves to everyone*
Chrome: Umm Hikari-chan?''
Me: Yes Chrome-chan, what's wrong?
Chrome: Umm why is this story rated M?
Me: *blushing and shyly turns my head to the side* Because it has very naughty things in it, especially about you and Mukuro-san.
Mukuro: Oh? And what would those so-called "naughty things' be, Hikari-chan? *grins at me darkly*
Me: Umm...you have to read to find out Mukuro-san. ANYWAY EVERYONE ENJOY THE STORY! *blushing like crazy*
Ken: You act just like Chrome you know that? How stupid.
Me: SHUT UP KEN! *starts crying*
Mukuro: Kufufu...Ken are you being mean to our writer again? Shall I have to punish you? *makes a pineapple appear*
Ken: *gulps nervously* No...no Mukuro-san I wasn't being mean to her at all.
Chikusa: *sighs as he watches Ken get beat up by Mukuro while Chrome and me both sit there shaking our heads in embarrassment* Anyway I hope you all enjoy this story even if it is a bit...OC.
1. Confusion*Chrome's POV*
Sitting on the balcony of our two-story house, I sigh sadly while staring at the stars above me. If you really want to call the place a house than suit yourself. In my opinion, it's just tons of bricks, walls, a door and some stairs put together along with furniture and of course food all made up to make a building. I'm merely dressed in a simple white nightdress to sleep in for the night.
My left eye is a deep, almost misty shade of purple while my hair tumbles down to my butt and is the color of amethyst pearls. As usual I keep my hair pinned up in the back, in a "pineapple" like style is what Ken likes to call it, causing Mukuro-sama to humorously hit him with the said fruit. Sometimes I subconsciously wonder why my parents didn't want me to have the surgery that could've saved my life. Had it been because they didn't love me or had it been simply that they thought it was a waste of their precious time? I think to myself as a single tear of anger falls down my face.
I ignore it, knowing that its better off that I don't know why they didn't want to save me nor should I care because I realize now that I don't need them anymore. I have Ken, Chikusa and Mukuro-sama now and of course Boss, so I don't need anyone else. I sigh once again as I remember the day Mukuro-sama had gotten out of prison. I'd been so overjoyed to know that he was alive.
*Flashback Starts*
Once Ken and Chikusa were successful in breaking Mukuro-sama out of jail, boss and the others were able to get him to a hospital where he slept soundlessly for ten hours. The first words Mukuro-sama said when he'd been released from prison were "Thank you, Sawada Tsunayoshi." After saying this, Mukuro-sama passed out. Boss had smiled at him and then as we drove him to the hospital I sat next to his bed, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out slowly. Seeing him in real life for the second time almost makes me want to faint at how godly attractive he is, but I force myself not to, so I won't embarrass myself in front of him. It's really him. It's not an illusion this time. He's really here. Alive and well. I'm so glad he's okay. I think to myself as I watch Mukuro-sama sleep peacefully on his hospital bed.
By the time he wakes up, boss and everyone else including myself, Ken and Chikusa are all at his side. He gives us a weak smile before passing out again. The nurses tell us all to wait outside while they check his condition. During the time he's in the hospital, I bring a mixture of fresh flowers for him, since he never did tell me what his favorite ones are and softly talk to him about how Ken and Chikusa are doing at home. Mukuro-sama laughs as I explain to him how many times Ken has tried to cook dinner for us and failed miserably to get anything right leaving Chikusa and I to take turns cooking dinner. When visiting hours are over for the day, the nurses would once again make me leave the room and each time I leave, I catch an almost longing look in Mukuro-sama's eyes. Finally after several days of visiting him in the hospital, he's released to go home.
All the time I'm waiting, I sit in the car shifting my body weight every so often while Ken and Chikusa went go to get Mukuro-sama out of the hospital. My hands are sweaty and I can barely keep my breathing under control. After several hours of just sitting down, I'm close to hyperventilating until suddenly I see three shadows coming towards the car. At first, my instincts tell me to get ready to defend myself but when I see Ken's blonde spiky hair and huge brown eyes, I sigh in relief.
Chikusa lightly taps on the car door, startling me before I quickly open it, so he and Ken can pull Mukuro-sama inside. Chikusa then starts the car and drives us home. Mukuro-sama and I are in the back while Ken is in the front with Chikusa, taunting him on his driving skills. All the way home, Mukuro-sama is sleeping peacefully with his head on my lap. I can't help but blush at how soft his skin feels against my thighs. He looks like an angel in his sleep. I think silently, knowing that it's too embarrassing to say those exact words out loud. As I lightly brush the loose strands of Mukuro-sama's midnight blue hair from his face, he slightly begins to stir in his sleep, causing my hand to stop what it's doing and look down at him in surprise.
His eyes—the left a deep and mysterious dark-blue and the right—a haunting and majestic crimson slowly open as he looks up at me. My cheeks flush a deep red and I whisper to him gently so Ken and Chikusa won't hear me. "Sorry I woke u up Mukuro-sama." He smiles at me, his eyes locked on my face. "No you didn't wake me up my sweet little Chrome." He whispers back to me, amusement in his mixed eyes. The moon's pallid glow casts shadows in the car but I'm too busy being fascinated by how beautiful Mukuro-sama looks as the moonlight washing over him, making his body glisten like stars. By the time we get home, its way past midnight, but Ken as usual is always very hungry. So after making sure Mukuro-sama is in his room resting, I go downstairs to make Ken something to eat since Chikusa said he'd eat later. Once I made enough ramen to last Ken the rest of the night, I slowly ascended the stairs to my room until I suddenly feel someone in the dark long hallway with me.
In our house, there are six rooms upstairs. The one on the far left is Ken's room. The one next to his is Chikusa's room. The room on the far right is Mukuro-sama's. And finally in the middle is my room. We don't use the other two rooms for anything so their just empty for now. Each of us has our names written on a door in either purple (me), black (Ken), dark-blue (Mukuro-sama), or silver (Chikusa) bold letters. Turning around slowly to face the unknown visitor behind me, I feel my heart race when I see Mukuro-sama's red and dark-blue eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Mu-Mukuro-sama. What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting." I say to my savior meekly, finding it hard to breathe. Mukuro-sama says nothing and merely walks towards me. His movements are graceful and silent like a cat and before I know it, he's directly in front of me, looking down at me with a smile on his face. It's not one of his usual fake apathetic smiles. No this one is quite real and definitely happy. "I wanted to check on you Chrome, is that so wrong?" He asks me tenderly in his Italian-accented voice. My voice is caught in my throat but I force myself to speak anyway, despite my racing heart and already sweating palms. "N-no it's okay Mukuro-sama. Th-thank you for checking up on me."
He smirks and then without saying another word to me, he pulls me towards him. My cheek collides with his firm bare chest and I slightly shudder in surprise of his warm touch. Wait bare chest? My mouth hangs open as I pull back from Mukuro-sama lightly, taking in his current appearance. Sure enough, he is indeed shirtless but is still dressed casually in blue jeans that hug his lanky form, and of course, socks are on his feet. Yet, as my eye takes in his every bicep, muscle, and well-developed six-pack I can't help but admire his beauty. There isn't a single strand of hair on his chest, leaving him hairless and definitely drool worthy. Mukuro-sama apparently notices I'm staring at his body and to my further embarrassment, his smirk grows wider and his eyes shine with pure amusement at me ogling him.
"Like what you see my dear Chrome?" He coons to me seductively, causing his warm breath to hit the back of my ear and send unfamiliar shivers down my spinal cord.
Unable to answer him, I simply nod my head while trying not to blush like an idiot.
"Chrooome…my sweet little Chrome would you like me to show you something remarkably wonderful?" I suddenly hear Mukuro-sama purr at me seductively, while his thin yet muscular hands cup my face, making me look up at him. Again, I can only nod my head. My thoughts and ability to move are lost as I stare in his eyes and relax into his fiery touch. Smirking like an evil Cheshire cat, he leans close to my face and then presses his warm soft lips to mine, making my eye widen in shock. The kiss isn't forceful or even bad. In fact, it's well…remarkably wonderful just like Mukuro-sama said it would be but it completely takes me by surprise. At that moment, he pushes me against the wall gently and inside me, two unfamiliar emotions course through me. One is confusion because I thought he actually had something to show me and the other is fear.
Why is he doing this to me? Does…does he want to…sleep with me or something? I stop my thoughts there, knowing Mukuro-sama can still hear them. One look in his eyes and I know he's heard my thoughts. Yes I do know about sex even though I've never experienced it. Bianchi-san decided to teach me all about it a few months back while I'd been in the future. Let's just say that I hope no one ever brings it up ever again. I think Bianchi-san has mentally scarred me for life. Mukuro-sama pulls away from me, his eyes wide with obvious shock. I can only stare at him in horror as my body starts to tremble with unease and panic due to fear of having to endure his upcoming temper.
I hadn't meant to upset him. It's just that the kiss had taken me off guard. Out of uncertainty and faint terror, I subconsciously push Mukuro-sama away from me, accidentally causing him to hit the wall closest to my room. Realizing what I just did, I look at Mukuro-sama with nothing but pure terror in my eye. But instead of him getting angry like I expect him to, he merely bows to me in respect and says while obviously trying to hide the pain and dim anger in his voice. "I'm sorry Chrome. I shouldn't have done that. Good night."
Yet even as he says the words, I know that I have upset him greatly. I mean after all, we did share a body at one point in time. With that, Mukuro-sama returns to his room without another word to me and I'm left in the hallway alone, confused and hurt.
*Flashback End*
Since then Mukuro-sama has kept his distance from me, whether it's during breakfast or even as we're just walking around town. It's as if he refuses to acknowledge my existence anymore. I frown at the memory and mentally scold myself from what happened two weeks ago. It's my fault Mukuro-sama can't even bare to look at me. I'm such an idiot for pushing him away. I berate myself even more, hating the fact that Mukuro-sama hasn't said a word to me since this whole incident started. It's almost as if I'm not there. Giving myself a rough slap on the cheeks, I get up from the window seal, determined to set things straight with Mukuro-sama. "I'll just go check up on him and then come back to my room." I tell myself lamely as I head to the door only to have it thrusted open by Mukuro-sama himself. For what seems like an eternity neither of us says a word. We just simply stare at each other unable to speak out of fear that it will break the spell over us.
After an agonizing moment of silence, I finally force myself to open my mouth and say to Mukuro-sama shyly, although what I really want to do is secretly go hide under a rock somewhere. "Umm Mukuro-sama I was just coming to check on y—"
Before I can finish my sentence, Mukuro-sama grabs me by my waist and pulls me close to him, once again making my head collide with his chest but thankfully, he's wearing a shirt this time. A river of stillness consumes us for a long time until I hear Mukuro-sama whisper to me softly, his warm breathe caressing the back of my neck. "I'm sorry I made it seem like I was ignoring you Chrome. I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I just needed time to myself. I'm so sorry I made you feel lonely."
As Mukuro-sama finishes talking and then releases me, I go over his words in my mind several times before I find my voice again. "I-It's okay Mukuro-sama. You just needed some alone time. That's normal. Well we have a big day tomorrow so we should both get some rest okay?" I say with a fake smile on my face, hoping Mukuro-sama won't notice that I'm trying to avoid him, but then again he wouldn't be Mukuro-sama if he didn't notice a change in my attitude towards him.
Mukuro-sama sighs once more, causing his warm breathe to hit my nose and I subconsciously inhale his scent, finding it relaxing and so...well much like him. It's sweet, yet kinda spicy. Different really. His scent is like that of cinnamon—sweet yet strong in flavor, but definitely mouth-watering. I slowly close my eye, hoping that I can identify his scent without relying on help from my other senses. Out of the blue, my nose catches the scent of Sakura blossoms and...rain? Focusing my sense of smell a little moreso, I realize that the rain-like smell is coming from his hair. Opening my eye slowly, I ask Mukuro-sama in a calm voice that I didn't know I'd possessed and no longer feeling shy or even awkward around him. "Did you just wash your hair Mukuro-sama?"
Okay so it's a dumb question but you can't blame me for being curious.
In response to my question, Mukuro-sama runs a light hand through his dark bangs, grins suddenly and then gently grabs a hold of my right hand, allowing my much smaller hand to caress his hair. "Kufufu. Feel for yourself Chrome and you'll have your answer." He says with a playful laugh while continuing to hold my hand that's still combing through the wet tangles of thick silky dark hair. The texture is soft yet as fine as freshly made silk, much like my own hair although not as long I guess. Come to think of it, I've never seen Mukuro-sama with his hair down. I wonder how long it is. The thoughts enter my mind and furiously cause flashes of tomato-red to crept upon my cheeks but thankfully, Mukuro-sama didn't pick up on this. Or at least I hope he's not.
My mind is so focused on my savior that I don't realize he's playing with a few locks of my own hair until I see his hand moving up and down on my head a few seconds later, causing my cheeks to burn an even brighter shade of red if that's possible.
"You have beautiful hair Chrome." Mukuro-sama whispers to me as he continues to run his long almost feminine fingers through my hair—softly caressing the now short dark-purple strands.
"Th-thank you Mukuro-sama. Your hair is beautiful too. It's just like silk, so glossy and smooth but still so…soft like cotton." I find myself stammering like an idiot as I stroke his hair for a few more minutes, not realizing that I'm leaning close to his face until I suddenly feel him pull away from me as if I'm a viper that has just tried to bite him.
"You should get some sleep Chrome. I'll come and check on you later ok?" He says to me in a mumbled tone, which is definitely unlike him and this of course has me worried about him, but instead of pushing him for answers, I simply nod my head and let him leave the room after giving me a light kiss on my forehead—his lips smooth and undeniably pleasurable against my skin. I ravish in the feeling of his lips against my forehead, my fingers lightly stroking the center as tingles of unfamiliar longing shudder up and down my spine. But the minute the door closes and I can hear the soft sound of Mukuro-sama's door closing, pleasure and joy no longer race through me and now I'm unable to do anything except run to my bed and begin to cry. Not just because I know that Mukuro-sama is hurting inside but also because I'm the one that caused his pain. Eventually I go to bed after crying for a few hours. I don't dream that night. In its place, I just fall into an oblivion of darkness, allowing it to swallow me because once again, I'm being left confused and hurt by the one I love most in the world.
Author's Note: Well that's it for chapter one. If you have any input on how I can make it better, just let me know but I will not accept any rude comments because they will be deleted or ignored. Hope you enjoyed the first chappy! ^_^ Arrivederci everyone! P.S. Yes I have uploaded this story before under a different title but I've edited it since then (a little bit) but anywho, I hope you all loved it.
