Pairing/Characters: Mukuro-Sodom Plot: When Mukuro finds himself in Hell yet again, he meets a little dragon-boy that he soon finds himself to have affections for.
Rating: T Genre: Romance Style: Five-chapters, AU, Crossover, Third Person Limited- Mukuro Title: The Dragon's Treasure Word Limit: 7,500
The Dragon's Treasure:
Chapter One
Mukuro Rokudo was a human devil.
He was a tall man, the age of sixteen, but his intellect was that of someone who was much, much older. He was capable of moving through other beings; he was a supernatural essence that passed across dimensions as though they were lines in the dirt. He wore a black leather jacket and a gray-blue shirt, accompanied by leather pants, and pale skin to accentuate the darkness. His hair was a dark blue, with a zig-zag part down it that lead to a short ponytail that gave his head a sort of... pineapple... shape.
Devistatingly handsome, gorgeously crafted, he was a thing of beauty that was beyond that of any human. It was a wonder that he wasn't a Duras, or demon, with his superior looks. But he wasn't far from one, either. The way he toyed with natural laws and stretched reality with his powers of illusion wasn't something that any human could accomplish. Yes, as a child, he'd been injected with Duras blood- which was usually a frightful poison to behold. Somehow, his body had tolerated the venomous liquid, and it mixed with his own blood, creating a hybrid beyond comprehension.
The traits of a Duras such as fangs, claws and wings were left out while the supreme abilities of dark magic were granted... and Mukuro Rokudo was reborn as a human devil.
As a bonus result, he was granted access to the darkest place that ever existed to beings everywhere- the underworld. A dark place, full of shadows, but no light. Filled with fire, but no bright. It was, as named by human kind, Hell.
And it was also home to some of the most elite creatures- the Duras. Out of this world with beauty and grace, their movements were fluid and soft, and they stood apart from humans with their indescribable majesty. ... To a point. See, they weren't all such brilliant beings, for some were animals, like lizards and wolves. It was the Opasts that bore such tragic elegance, for they were the ones to take our form. But alas, they despised the humans, who were full of ego and betrayal. Among them, only few humans could stay. A handful of necromancers, and Mukuro Rokudo, as a halfbreed.
Opasts also had small pet-like beings to stay by their sides, and they were known as 'familiars.' The demons would keep these familiars for advice, extra power, and, to some, accompaniment through times of servitude.
There was a distinct pecking order to Duras society, and on the bottom lied Brand Zess, a family of Duras who were eternally enslaved for a sin their ancestor had commited: selling out the names of his fellow demons to the humans. Among Brand Zess were two brothers, Luze and Luka Crosszeria, and, while Luka served humans, Luze was forced to take the heat for his leave.
All of this, Mukuro knew, as one who had closely studied Duras since his partial transformation into one.
The underground civilization was filled with torches that produced dim lighting for the area, but the skies were always black, and stones always gray. Even the Opasts, never seeing sunlight, seemed to be colored black and white with their pale skin and dark clothing. It was a gloomy place, but, even there, there were seasons. In summer, it was cool, in winter, it was warm, and spring and fall were climatically neutral times of demonic festivals, one autumn night of extreme popularity being Walpurgis Night.
And on the night that changed Mukuro's fate, it was a cold summer day, and he was crossing a bridge over a murky creek when he saw a boy. A small boy, who seemed to be lost in the dark world. He had oddly tanned flesh, and curly black hair that lied like a mop over his face, and black, cat-like ears jutted out from his head, lying flat as he sat on the ground. He hugged his knees close, his fingers decorated with small claws, and as he looked up at Mukuro, his eyes were golden, and wet with tears. Over the ground, a black, scaly, spaded dragon tail swept, making a soft hiss as it slid over the ground.
He was wearing a thin, white tank top, but it was accompanied by long, black, fingerless gloves that ran up to his shoulder, and black pants.
He was a cute young man, and, seeing him in such a state of pity, Mukuro, unlike himself, wanted to help out. He reached out his hand. "Are you lost, kid?" he asked, and the boy sniffled.
"I can't find my Master...," he murmured, revealing to Mukuro his bright white fangs. "My Master isn't here..."
"What's your name?" Mukuro asked.
"S-Sodom," he replied. The young man lifted his hand from his knees, and carefully took Mukuro's.
"How... old are you?" Mukuro said as he pulled the boy up.
"In human years, Duras years or dragon years?" he said.
"Uh... Human years?" the illusionist questioned. Sodom sniffled again.
"Five thousand, six hundred and twenty eight," he said.
"In dragon years?" Mukuro questioned.
"Fourteen," Sodom answered. Mukuro nodded approvingly.
"All right, let's help you find your Master."
And that was their first moment together, in the cold summer of Hell.
Mukuro allowed the young dragon to hold his hand as they walked along the stone path, but soon released the clawed hand to instead place his hand on the other's shoulder. "What's your Master's name, kid?"
"Luka," Sodom replied.
"Ah, then we're looking in the wrong place altogether!" Mukuro groaned. "Man..."
"I'm sorry," Sodom apologized. "We... we got separated..."
"Okay, okay, tell you what," Mukuro said, turning to face Sodom. "For now, I'll take care of you, okay? We'll get to know each other. Then, I'll get you back to your Master."
"I don't know...," Sodom murmured, "I don't think Master would like that..."
"Forget about him for a sec, okay?" Mukuro said. "What are you, his slave?"
"His familiar," the dragon replied quietly.
"... Ah."
Mukuro wasn't stupid; he knew how important a familiar was to its Master. But this boy was cute. Very cute. And the illusionist had a sort of attraction to this 'fourteen' year old dragon. And being a Duras-human hybrid, he didn't have a lot of friends. Little Sodom could be a really nice companion, right?
"Can I call you... So-chan?" Mukuro asked, moving his hand to the side of the familiar's face, holding his cheek carefully.
"Uhm... uh...," the dragon stuttered, blushing and looking around. "I... uhm..."
"Shh," Mukuro hushed, "follow me."
And so, Hell brought them together, and Mukuro refused to let it end quickly.
-End Chapter One
Woo! Instead of finishing the weekly uploads, I'm doing a NEW STORY!
Couldn't help myself. Sorry!
But this is my first 'Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru' crossover, and I'm LIKING it. And, for those of you who read, this will be the second crossover pairing I love, snuggled right up to Ikuto-Hibari.
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