Summary: He loved to watch her dance in the wind like a ribbon when fighting, killing, ripping their enemies' bodies apart as though it meant nothing to her. TYL! Xanxus/Chrome.
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR, duh!
A/N: I'm such a sucker for crack and i like pairing Chrome up with pretty much everyone :) Though Xanxus/Chrome is one of my favorites =3
So, don't like, don't read and for those fellows who love the pair as much as I do, please enjoy reading ;)
She was gorgeous as she danced in the wind like a ribbon when fighting, killing, ripping their enemies' bodies apart like they were no men and women with wives and husbands and children on their own. Beautiful like a porcelain doll with her light alabaster skin, those heart-shaped ruby lips, now slightly parted as she tried to concentrate on her illusions, and the pitch black eye patch covering her bad eye. Though, what most people did not know was the fact that she was as fragile as one, too.
He kept his distance, not wanting her to accidentally get hit by one of his raging attacks. His all consuming fire would burn her mind and body all at once. He wouldn't want that, would he? They were murdering in unison, only screams of terror uttered by their victims barely reaching their ears.
None of them knew how they managed to end up in this battered place together. No one cared, actually. All they cared about was how to get rid of the countless corpses scattered on the dirty ground. They didn't even know whether those bodies belonged to friends or foes. All they did was kill. Kill and erase. It felt like they erased humankind from existance.
Xanxus knew they would win, screamed it out in an almost-laughing fit, but didn't see that final blow coming. How should he, for it was not directed at him but rather the vulnerable Mist Guardian who just had to interfere with his business. He could have easily destroyed them all by himself. Then again he did sort of enjoy seeing her kill that trash as if it meant nothing to her. She was strong and ruthless when it came to killing in order to protect her family, that he had to admit. And when she thrust the perfect replica of a trident through a man's heart he knew this would be his woman.
But now only one bullet separated her from the arms of certain death.
Chrome had seen it coming and closed her eye the same second she realized she would not be able to dodge it in time. After all her leg was still injured from her latest mission and the reason no one noticed was only due to her ability to drown the pain with illusions.
In her very last moments she had nothing important to think about, really. After Mukuro had abandoned her to pursuit his own goals, rendering her useless as if she never had been of any use to him in the first place, something inside her broke and until the end she refused to believe it had been her heart. Eventually she had found a new purpose after finding out he had dismissed the position of Tsuna's Guardian of Mist. She had found a new family, one she was welcomed in.
Chrome was more than grateful and more than willing to become anything her Boss wished her to be. He ordered, she complied. It was easy as that.
Time went on and she forgot about her former boundaries. She changed as she, once again, became a lifeless tool to somebody. She liked it that way since it muted her need to be recognized and the pain the outside world unconsciously inflicted on her. And thus Chrome submitted herself to carrying out any given order until the only things left inside her broken heart were dried tears and the echo of lost memories. Contrary to popular belief she could not fight her demons alone and that would be her downfall.
She had lost and found everything and yet she would die right here at Wrath's side. An end befitting her rank. Finally...
Never had she expected him of all people to save her.
The bullet never reached her and Chrome opened her eye only to find a tall figure standing in front of her, covering her from the shooter's view. It took her several seconds to realize what had occurred. What had been aimed at her head was now stuck in Xanxus' shoulder mere inches above his heart. Her mind went blank with that thought. She never heard the dull thud when the assassin who shot the bullet fell to the ground. Dead.
Both of them were now standing in the midst of carnage. Silent. Unmoving. A faint melody of dead soldiers playing in their heads like a broken record.
She didn't dare move even a finger when Wrath approached her. His motions were slow, almost painfully so. She knew it wasn't because of the bullet he had caught for her, nor was it exhaustion that made him move so damn slow. He toyed with her. Wanted her to watch him, react to him. But she would not give in, never give in to this devil in disguise.
His hand was cold, his possessive touch only lingering for the blink of an eye. With a grin only maniacs could muster, he had reached for her cheek and left a trace of sticky blood where icy skin met burning one. It was as though the sensation set her skin on fire.
When he withdrew, so slowly it hurt, savoring the sight of her shocked expression, he already had decided. Again laughing, he sank his fingers into his wound and without blinking removed the bullet from torn flesh. Dark eyes never leaving hers. Chrome let out a slight gasp at the unpredictable action but did not even consider offering him any help. Xanxus was full of pride and proud men never accepted help. He reminded her a lot of the ever drifting Cloud.
Looking straight into his fierce eyes, she managed to summon up a businesslike smile and get some space between them. Of course she would not forget that he had saved her.
Instead of openly thanking him (she was sure he wasn't one to accept that kind of gratitude anyway), Chrome simply covered his wound with an adequate illusion and paid attention to relieving him from the pain, which was not even once evident on his face.
„Make sure Sun heals that for you."
Without further ado she turned around to take her leave, covering the battlefield with the illusion of peacefulness while stepping over dozens of mutilated bodies.
She did not turn around when he shouted out to her.
„You owe me one, woman, don't forget that!"
Behind her, all she could hear was mad laughter resonating from the darkness and she knew she did not stand a chance against what was coming.
End.
A/N: Maybe, just maybe, I will extend this fic with a few more chapters in one shot style. Guess it depends on the reactions I get. Wouldn't want to write something nobody wants to read, would I :) And I really do appreciate every review I get, so don't be shy x3
Have a nice day, guys!