Offense

'Mukuro-sama!'

The illusionist looks up from where he's kufufu-ing about the mayhem he's caused that afternoon, now reported in the newspaper in his hands. He's sitting on the mouldy couch that is his throne in Kokuyo Health Land.

His perfect little Chrome is running up to him with something in her paws, looking cute as always.

'Kufufu, hello my cute little Chro-'

Everything screeches to a halt when he gets a real good look at her. A choke ends his sentence for him. It takes Mukuro a few moments to deal with the shock, but then a dark aura starts wafting through the air around him.

'My dear Chrome.' He asks silkily, dangerously while getting up off the couch, familiar trident appearing in his slender, deadly hands. 'Who put that outfit on you.'

Because she is wearing a short (which is in itself acceptable) plain white nurse's dress, a white and baby-pink cap on her pretty violet hair, an entire outfit that is where his Kokuyo uniform should be (completely, absolutely unacceptable).

Chrome blinks her violet eye at him, clearly not understanding his response. His ire makes her fidget anxiously, fearing that it might be because of her.

'Uhm... the doctor-man. With the mosquitoes.'

Mukuro freezes. That- That pervert, manoeuvring his lovely Chrome into a nurse outfit, no doubt getting her to believe that his personal presence was needed to get it on right-

Mukuro's face paled drastically beyond its usual pallor and even though his killing intent was beginning to envelop the entire Health Land, he let his trident vanish.

With three quick steps he was in front of his frail little girl, tenderly taking her small hands (that were still holding on to something he didn't care for at the moment) into his much broader ones. Her pale cheeks exploded red, but he paid no heed to it as he stared intently into her eye.

'My dear, sweet Chrome. Did that sordid man touch you anywhere? Anywhere at all?'

The sweet tone of his voice no doubt made her feel faint and those reactions of hers were impractical, but couldn't be helped. He just had to accurately measure the trajectory of her willingness to impart all details against her rising heart rate.

She appeared confused for a moment, her gaze briefly distracted by his hands on hers.

'Uhm... nowhere? I suppose he touched my hands a bit when he handed me this.'

Her inquiring look asked of him what that meant to him, timid and still wondering if she'd done something wrong.

Mukuro was amazed. That pervert could resist his cute little Chrome? His darling, sweet, beautiful, untainted as she should be, lovely, affectionate, innocent Chrome?

His Chrome?

...

'E-Ehhh?! W-Why a-are you s-s-so angry M-Mukuro-sama?'

That bastard is going to die.

Heh, just a small ChromexMukuro moment~3 I believe he's pretending to himself not to care romantically muehuhuhu.

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~Kiwi Erin