Title: Blood Master
Main Character:Chrome Dokuro
Full summary: Chrome Dokuro is one side of a half and seems to be innocent and shy. But that combination is just a perfect facade to hide the dark sadistic darkness that lies inside of her. When the time to fight as the Mist Guardian of the Vongola family beckons does she decide to release the inner her. The murder that she considers artto be spread far and wide. Because to her beings are just puppets in her hands. And she will become their master at all means necessary.
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Scene 1 – The Varia
Murder is the taking of one's life. When the heart of a living being other than you ceases to beat. When breathing become unnecessary. One last breath and the model's corpse begins to cold. And to sum it all up, to Chrome Dokuro it is art. The reaction of the victim as they pale, their eyes growing wide with shock and disbelief as the last moments of their life slip away. Their minds whirring with thoughts of why and who, just as their knees buckle, and the body that could once move betrays them, falling to the ground. The spectacle is to Chrome's delight. While other girls her age squeal to cute toys and pretty boys, Chrome enjoys the beauty of death most. Even if the death scene is of a moment, only lasting so shortly before disappearing for good. To her this art is a fleeting moment that sends flutters in her heart, wound up shivers down her spine, and a colorful taste in the back of her throat. A bittersweet taste of joy.
But she kept this side of her secret, even from Mukuro Rokudo, the one who keeps her alive as her other half. When she was known as Nagi she fell victim to a car accident, taking her right eye and majority of her organs. But it was indeed Mukuro who helps her, making illusions as to replace her organs, and therefore keeping her living. The girl thought she could keep her other side silent, growing to be the innocent and naïve act she puts up. But as her role of being the Vongola's mist guardian surfaces she can simply not stand it any longer. She thirsts for the blood of the heir. For she can smell it as it runs through the boy's veins. It was so sweetly fragranced, so tempting to the cravings of her systems.
On this certain night she inwardly sighs before deciding to head out. If Chrome could not have the heir, Tsunayoshi Sawada's blood then she would just feast on others in his place. She faces Chikusa Kakimoto and Ken Joshima with a perfectly rehearsed uncertain face as she states that she would go out now. Chikusa does not answer her and Ken says he couldn't care less. It was usual, and Chrome couldn't care less about their thoughts. But she had to keep up the act, and telling them things and being uncertain around them was clearly in her script.
The moon is full. The night is chilly, especially in Dokuro's short skirt. She shivers slightly as the wind blows against her gently. The girl quickens her pace while deciding to feed and head straight back afterwards. Then it hits her, the rank scent of blood. Her eyes widened before a small sadistic smile slowly appears on her face. Following the wafted scent to its source she hears voices. Voices speaking in Italian, of course. And the voices were bickering, but no fighting between them, as far Chrome can tell at least.
"Bel, stop complaining!" yelps a loud rough voice. And Chrome sighs, and ignores them. But as the path of the scent reaches close to them, she decides to simply walk past them to view the corpse. To see if the death reached her standards. But as she passes, of course the sources of the voices are quite aware of her.
"Who're you, and what're you doing here?" a tall male with long blond hair gruffly glares at her. His name was Squalo, and somehow his very existence was getting to Dokuro. So like most she gave him the cold shoulder, and kneeled down beside the corpse to inspect it. It was quite bloody, and the cause of death was striking some vital points and blood loss. A slash from the victim's right shoulder, diagonally down to reach the left side of his thigh. The cut was deep. And Chrome didn't quite like this death; the reaction was not visible in the model's eyes.
This time a shorthaired male with blond strands covering her eyes spoke, "Ushishi, he's dead, peasant." Chrome glanced at him to see a wide grin on his face, and happened to notice the crown on his head. Maybe the guy's interested in fairy tales, no?
"I know," the girl finally decided to speak, "The death of this model is merely amateur work."
"What did you say?!" yelped Squalo as the prince character known as Belphagor laughs. Anything that made fun of or riled Squalo up was definitely amusing. He was hoping Squalo would decide to kill her, at least that'd be better entertainment then walking around doing nothing.
"Calm down, Squalo," a baby spoke. And just by looking Dokuro could tell the baby was an Arcobaleno, one of the 'super babies' of the mafia world.
Chrome sighs, and decides this 'Squalo' is a complete idiot, "Let me explain." She glares, irritated, into his gaze, "A death is art, the fleeting moment as a life is taken. The victim you have before you hardly reacted at all…therefore it is simply amateur work." The girl sighs like she is a teenage girl in love. "A beautiful death…is when your model is in fear and disbelief…when they gasp their last breathes, regretting what they shouldn't and should'vedone in their life. When their eyes widen, full of mixed emotions before their heart completely ceases to beat. Even as they lay cold on the ground their eyes are crinkled, forever portraying the look of guilt, shock, fear, and remorse." She spins on her heel to face the sword-wielding blonde ferociously, "Now that is the art of killing."
They all stare at the girl before them in wonder. Just who and what was she. Silence befalls all who stand and heard that. And only is that broke when a voice full of pride and power speaks. The figure approaching them in curiosity.
"What's going on?" barks Xanxus, the very leader of the group, "And who's the girl?" And before any other members of the Varia can speak, Chrome does.
"I was merely inspecting the corpse, and who I am does not matter." She stares into the man's piercing glare of his eyes.
"Inspecting?"
"Anyways, I'll be going now," Dokuro states, "It's getting late and I still haven't feast yet." She reached downwards towards to corpse and scoops up some blood in her pale hand. Tilting it into her mouth she wrinkles her nose slightly at the taste. "Ugh, this blood is no good. Just some petty crook."
Chrome enjoys the blood of innocent and sinful beings. For criminals their blood only taste good if they have a. killed many people b. sinned a lot, or c. are filled with regret and remorse. For some reason the darker a person's soul grows, the tastier their blood gets. And this petty crook did not meet her standards at all.
Chrome thinks to herself momentarily before grinning slightly. She now remembers Mukuro mentioning about the members of the Varia were to be their future enemies when they would fight in the battle of the right to be heir of the Vongola. She turns her head towards heir lead, "I'll be seeing you soon, Varia." She leaps into the vast dark of the night, disappearing and becoming darkness itself. Leaving the group of males in wonder and curiosity of just whom this girl may be. A possible companion…or enemy?
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