Nikki: So, yeah, this came to me because of a drawing that I did. :D Yay OCs? No? Okay. Anyway… Not a one-shot, and Mukuro x OC, OC x OC- one-sided.
Disclaimer: I only own Mia Hibari and Achille Volpe. Other than that, nothing.
Warnings: Mukuro x OC, Violence (?), Later Lemons, AU, OOC, Language.
Chapter One
Mukuro had promised himself to let Mia be the only one to force his walls down. Then, he let her get away. He allowed that damned bastard, Achille Volpe, take her away from him. He growled, sitting back in his chair. Mia usually was in the kitchen, making something for that night with Chrome.
Mukuro sighed again, the violet haired girl was so sad when Mia had been kidnapped, and Mukuro had blamed himself for it. He found… Comfort in both females, his roommates, Mia his girlfriend of three years.
But then again, could Mukuro honestly feel bad for the girl? He had taken away everything she had to offer; her purity, her innocence, everything. He growled under his breath, a strand of his hair falling in front of his face. "Mukuro, you need to take better care of yourself. I'm not going to be here forever, you know?" He could almost hear the girl talking to him.
He stood up abruptly, ignoring the phone, it was probably Chrome anyway. Poor girl, she had gone through so much. All three of them had. Technically, they were all ex-convicts, Mia was only one because of Mukuro.
"I'm going out." Nobody heard it. Ken and Chikusa were out right now, probably making sure Chrome didn't do anything stupid to herself. He growled, the door slamming shut behind him.
Mukuro walked down the hallways of his run-down apartment building, ignoring the gunshots and female screams from the other rooms, and all over this part of the city. People thought Namimori was all perfect, but no, there's always one Hell in a city, and that's where Mukuro was.
Mukuro groped at his gun, the trident head in his car. He sighed in relief as he patted his jacket pocket, several rounds in there. He smirked as someone ran from him, it was good to be known as dangerous here. You didn't get mugged, you mugged. That was the law here. Simple enough.
Mukuro got into his car, the black door shutting behind him. "Fuck this…" He started the car, driving off and almost hitting a child, not caring as said child cried into his mother's chest, as the woman screamed profanities at the eighteen year old male. He didn't care. He wanted something that was his and his only. Mia. He wanted his Mia back.