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I've been on this site for years, but this is my first fic. I finally worked up the strength to publish ^^"

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~Summer

[Note: Glass is now way better because of my amazing new beta, Akai-chan :D Please read it!]

~Nagi~

"It's so ugly,"

"That's right. Who would ever want something so useless?"

I watch the wounded cat mewl, its small claws scrabbling on the pavement. It won't have a chance – it's too small to ever survive. Too small, too delicate…and too weak.

But that's what they say about me. Hidden by my purple locks, I try to continue down the street to the prestigious private institution I'm attending, but it's very hard. Being the daughter of a model has granted me some leeway in the way of being picked on, but I can't bear it.

All of a sudden, something caught my eye. I dashed across the street, my hair blowing back. I blink in surprise at my left eye being exposed to the sun but I can't focus on that now. I need to get to her.

"Nagi!?"

"What do you think you're doing? Get back here or you're going to get run over!"

"Idiot!" The crowd gets bigger and bigger but I don't notice it. I can't. There's no room for that now.

I grab the bundle of fur in my arms. I turn to face the ongoing traffic and the second I do so, I immediately knew that it was a mistake. A huge truck is coming and I understand how a deer feels. I'm trapped and it's coming at me. I'm so, so, scared; I can't move, I can't feel my body. I muster just enough strength to throw the kitten off into the sidewalk before the incoming truck collides into my slender frame. My eyes widen and as indescribable pain washes over me, I drift off into unconsciousness.

"Dear, Nagi was in a car accident." What...what is this? Is this my mother? I guess I'm just barely conscious. They think I can't hear them but I can.

"Thanks to her, one of my business talks was ruined." What? Stepfather? I'm...I'm sorry. I'll do better...I'll definitely be better next time.

"That girl...she tried to save a cat." And I'm glad I did. No matter what happens to me. "They said that it's too late for several of her organs." Organs, huh...so that's why I feel so faint.

"The doctor said she could be saved if they transplant organs of the same blood type." I...I can be saved? I don't know why, but I don't feel happy. I feel so...apathetic about it all. It doesn't really matter, I guess. Maybe because no-one cares about me at all…

"Don't joke around! I'm not going to have them cut me open for that girl!" At least now I know where I stand. That is, nowhere near 'important' in my mother's eyes.

"What are you saying?!" Stepfather... "She's your child, who you brought with you!" And I thought you cared. Just for a single second. That was...that was one of the best moments of my life. Even though it was just a misconception…

"I never understood what that child was thinking." I know. I understood myself and that's what's important. But there won't be much of me left anymore. Not after this… "She couldn't even make friends." I don't want them. That's something you'll never understand. "She didn't even grow close to you." How could I? I wasn't able to, with both of you distancing yourselves from me…

"It's not just me," Mother continues. "No one really wishes for her to keep living."

That 'no one'...includes myself. You're right there, Mother. Though...I suppose you should be.

"Hey, Nagi can hear you!" I can. Of course I can. I've heard everything up till now…

"She's in the ICU. She can't hear me." I definitely wish I couldn't...but it'll all be ending soon, though. One way or another…

"Anyway, I'm heading back to the office." Goodbye, Father. "Do whatever you want."

"Dear! Stop! You can't leave yet!"

"I'm busy!"

It's strange. I can hear it all. I'm…going to die.

I feel a little relieved.

It'll all be over soon…

"It won't end. You'll simply keep wandering." A deep voice in my head...

"Who are you?"

"Oya? You can hear my voice?"

Everything around me changes. I'm in a grassy hill, with a tree spreading its broad branches overhead. There's a lake nearby and I feel so happy and safe. Nothing's going to hurt me.

Wait…there's the man. The same one who was talking in my head.

A deep, rumbling laugh...

"Kufufufu. This talk was worthwhile." He's...extremely handsome. He has blue hair, and one red eye. The other one was blue. I feel myself...drawn to him.

"Who are you?" I ask, sitting up.

He smiles again, and it makes me feel...secure. "You and I may be alike."

What...what does he mean?

"Nagi." The voice is so smooth, like a river over rocks.

There it is again. "Nagi." I spin around, my hair flying in the wind. Where is he?

"Over here."

"You are..."

"Nagi, I need you." He...needs me?

"You...need me?"

He holds his hand out and I hesitatingly place mine in it. It feels...perfect. Like we're pieces of a puzzle that is only complete when we're with each other.

Our eyes meet. His red eye has a six in it. Even so, he looks-no, he is completely perfect. But, who is he? I hope he's real...but how can he be?

"This whole place...this whole place is an illusion. You are in it because you have the power of Mist. I don't have a body. I need yours to be able to live in the outside world. We could coexist together, in harmony."

I can't breathe. He's so...compelling.

"I can create illusionary organs for you to function. You won't have to die, and I won't let you die. I won't let you wander." His grip tightens and I feel as drawn to him as ever.

I don't know what to say. I feel frozen, but in a good way. Eventually, the only thing that comes out is, "What is your name?"

"I am Rokudo Mukuro," he says in that ever compelling voice.

"Mukuro-sama..." I say. It sounds so perfect.

"Chrome Dokuro," he says. Who...who is that? "It's you, Nagi. Your new identity. You'll never have to go back to Nagi again, my sweet Chrome."

"Chrome Dokuro," I say. It sounds just as perfect as Mukuro-sama.

He leads me to the hillside, where our hair is blowing on the wind, waves crashing below. It's so amazing and I've never felt as complete as I do now.

He brings something from his pocket and hands it to me. It's an...eyepatch. It depicts a skull but it's beautifully made, and if it's from him then I will treasure it forever.

"For you, my Chrome."

"Thank you, Mukuro-sama," I say, gazing up into his eyes.

That's right...Dokuro means skull. But then...what does Chrome, or Kuromu mean? It's like...

"It's an anagram of my name, my Chrome," he says and I blink in surprise. "You must return. But I will be with you now, and I will always protect you. I will give you directions to where you must go."

No...Mukuro-sama...

He steps forward and hugs me, his strong body enveloping my small form. It feels like the puzzle is complete once more and it's meant with so much kindness I can't breathe. I feel love for the first time and it's...it's overflowing. He steps back and strokes my hair, and folds my hand around the eyepatch.

"It will be okay, my dear Chrome," he says. "I'm here for you now, always remember that."