Prologue: Whispers
This one takes place right after Daemon is defeated. As in literally. It will follow the manga with only slight deviation for roughly a chapter or two, but go off on its own once the representative battles begin along with the true plot.
"The Daemon threat is finally over. Why are you crying?" the owl spoke, eyes locked onto the purple pineapple-haired illusionist as tears dripped slowly and silently down from her single eye. Through the haze of tears though, she continued to keep her gaze locked on the sleeping form of Mukuro. His body, while a little worse for wear, was finally free from Daemon's control. Yet at the same time she couldn't bring herself to cheer.
"Yes…" Chrome finally breathed out, rubbing her arm across her face in an effort to stop the tears. The owl averted his gaze almost respectfully as the female threatened to break down completely before his eye. Rather he chose that moment to move back into his own form, lest the girl continue to panick at its sorry state.
"Mukuro… I'm sorry…" Those were the sudden soft words of the brunet male who suddenly came over, crouching before the body. Though it did bring some amusement to the waking Mukuro, who knew that the body surely shouldn't be in any condition to be so cheeky and worried about others.
"Kufufu… Why are you apologizing?" It simply made little sense to him. Yet the simple act of questioning earning him the most surprised of faces from the other two parties. Or in Tsuna's case, an accompanying verbal exclamation of surprise. At least it wasn't his trademark shriek. He doubt no one's bodies would be able to handle that at the moment.
Clearing his throat, he continued painfully, "When it comes to me, I have gained much more than I've lost… Ugh… Ouch…"
Of course no one decided to listen, Chrome immediately reacting with surprised excitement.
"Mukuro, you're… in your body!"
"..." He could hardly muster up the strength to dignify that obvious statement with an answer. Luckily he didn't have to. Or well unluckily considering the change of topic was Vindice-induced.
"Listen…" The voice pitched through the air, reminiscent of the breeze rattling together the dead branches of a tree and despite the lack of volume everyone couldn't help but be silent as shivers racked their spines.
"Vongola and Shimon…" The voice continued, "I must inform you of the end,"
Suddenly the speaker turned his single visible eye onto Tsunayoshi, his expression unreadable through the bandages. The other two with him were already leaving through a portal. But this one, this leader of sorts paused and muttered in the same bone-chilling voice, "We will carry out your plan, Boss,"
Then he was gone.
Sorry that this was so short. It is merely to function as a Prologue. Either way please reply and let me know your level of interest. Thank you.