Within the truth hides the lie. Within the lie hides the truth. That is the

mist.

-Mukuro Rokudo

'I never knew what was wrong with me. Maybe it was the hair, the personality, the annoying laugh. I tried to change. Too many times. Who am I? Am I happy? Am I sad? I don't know. But one thing's for sure. I hate mafia.'

A young boy with blue pineapple styled hair stood outside at night. He sat on the front steps as the breeze blew against his face. His eyes were calculating. They always were. Why did they hate me? What did I do wrong? Just few of the questions that puzzled his mind. His bruises just added to the questions. He decided that something was wrong with him. That would explain his parents anger. That would explain his classmates fear. That would explain the tears dripping down.

The truth was always more painful than the lie. Mukuro spent is whole life trying to find the truth. Yet, he couldn't find it. It wasn't that simple. Giving up was never an option. At a young age he was very different from others. Friends never were friends. Parents never were parents. Teachers were never teachers. Petty titles had no value to him. Children, especially him, never were children.

So, what were they? His parents were ruthless jailers that trapped him in hell, trying to enforce the idea of 'typical, friendly, cute little kids' onto him. His 'friends', or rather classmates were cruel stereotypical little know-it-alls, deciding the black and white of everyone around them. His teachers were merely there for the sake of a proper society, yet minds bent by money. None of them cared for him. So in return he never cared for them.

The first time he was beaten up by his parents was when he was 5 years old. Rumors had been flying around about a weird little boy who never talked to anybody and was similar to a ghost. When his parents heard about this, they took it in bad and thought that it was in there will to shape him into the typical kid that no one needed to worry about. Beating him was his punishment for being different. But Mukuro never knew nor understood. He took the warning the wrong way and was punished more. His classmates were no different. They needed a scapegoat. He was perfect for the job. He kept on asking his parents why they did this but they shook their head in disappointment and walked away.

The rumors didn't get any better when he had killed his classmate that was about to kill him. The boy had crept behind him with a knife but ended up being stabbed. One of the witnesses claimed that the purple-haired boy had literally disappeared and tackled the classmate from behind, grabbing the knife and stabbing him in the neck. Red liquid spilled out and sprayed on Mukuro's face, his smile wide and happy. It felt satisfying. It felt like he was one with the mist. From then on everyone feared him, and his parents beat him up even more, tears in there eyes as they shook their heads in fear. At least fear was better than disappointment. The truth was still hidden. Mukuro hated living in a lie. So he searched more.

''I don't know what's wrong with him. This has gone to far. He isn't changing and the rumors keep getting worse. I can't deal with this anymore. I just want to have a normal family.''

The beaten up child stood still and shaked with excitement. Maybe he would find out the truth today! Finally, he was so close to revealing his problem.

''Yes yes you will pick him up at 5pm. The quicker, the better. Maybe I can settle down to have another normal baby. Even an orphan would do compared to him.''

His eyes widened. Was his time up? Was there even a time limit? He failed. The truth was still far away. He would never find out. Maybe though, maybe someone from the outside could find out for him. Mukuro took water and food from the fridge and, exactly at 4pm, left the prison. The outside world was so refreshing, so calm and free without worries. No one would know him as 'the creepy kid who killed his innocent classmate'. He was free of the rumors that held him back.

Three men with expensive suits walked through the dusty street in a line. They held guns and knifes. Homeless people clutched there blankets and looked pleadingly. The men looked away in digust as one wrinkled his nose. The other laughed at his antics and waved to the homeless mockingly. He took a piece of bread from his pocket and started eating it, enjoying the reactions of the homeless. The man in the middle sighed dramatically.

''Don't you idiots remember Kaito talking about a blue haired kid with unknown power. Let's hurry up and find him. Tch, he was also complaining about some other kid missing."

The other men just laughed as one chocked on the bread he was eating.

''We understand the mission. Be careful with what you say about Kaito though. He is from a famous famiglia."

Mukuro gazed at the wide blue sky in wonder- what would happen now? His life goal of finding the truth still seemed impossible to find but he would find it. He walked slowly and leisurely, stopping to admire the various people. As he kept on walking, he stumbled through a dusty street filled with people with only as much as a blanket to cover themselves from the cold wind. He was astonished. Were they like him? Did they fail to find the truth? Was he going to end up like them?

"Oi kid what's your name?" Mukuro tilted his head upwards and stared at the three obnoxious men in suits.

"Hey we asked you a question so answer it!" they growled angrily as they attempted to make themselves seem superior...which failed.

"Gomen men in suits but my name is none of your concern." It was obvious that these men were untrustworthy and Mukuro wasn't planning on risking his life. He only realised after he said his rejection that the men had dangerous weapons with them. Knifes, guns and whips were around their waist as if showing off. He wanted to face-palm- how in the world did he not see them in the first place?

"Looks like you need some discipline little child." Reaching for their guns they pointed them at the kid only to see no one there. Only remnants of mist flames were left behind. Three guns were dropped. The bounty price for the kid increased even more.

He ran and ran. He was confused. The fear of being shot somehow transported him somewhere else. But he was scared. In the blue haired rush, he failed to notice the interesting people he ran past. A tiny toddler wearing a fedora. A blond haired wearing a ridiculous orange jumpsuit. And a silver haired kid with bags under his eyes. Mukuro kept on running. He would be safe, and he would use this weird power to help him.

Mukuro only stopped when he ran into a strong looking man with silverish-black hair and a moustache that added to the serious look he had. The man stared down at Mukuro, observing the boy with his narrow eyes that seemed to judge his worth. His eyes widened and then he smiled.

"Hello I'm Kaito how do you do."

"Oh um I'm..." Mukuro gazed worriedly at the smiling man and furrowed his eyebrows.

"No need to fret! You seem like a nice kid. Want to come with me? I can give you food." His shoulder-length hair swayed in the wind as the man put his hand out, encouraging Mukuro to take it. Mukuro looked at the hand. The man seemed so nice. Surely there was no reason to not accept. He inhaled slowly and exhaled, grasping the hand that was held out to him. Mukuro looked up at the man only to find that the smile was no longer there. No, the smile turned into a frown and the eyes grew colder. He yelped in fear and pain as his hand was crushed by the squeeze of he other man's hand and blood dripped. His bones were completely broken. Before he could use his mysterious power, the world blacked out. The last thing he saw was the judging stare of the older man, a smile widening with glee on his face. The utter craziness of his face was something that Mukuro would never forgot.

A white ceiling made Mukuro wonder if he died by blood loss. He sat up and looked at his white clothing. Everything was white. The atmosphere felt unsettling, and something told him that he wouldn't like it here. Stupid kind-looking man. He was the one who took him here. He was just like everyone else- a liar. Mukuro tried to struggle out of bed and tried to use his power but it was futile. He looked at the cuffs that made his wrists sting red. They somehow blocked his powers. Whoever put them on was obviously planning to trap him here. He was a prisoner. Trying to free himself from the troubling thoughts, he forced himself to sleep.

The dream took place in a beautiful green park with ginormous trees swaying in the refreshing breeze. A boy with silver hair was staring at him in shock, as he said a word that Mukuro was pretty sure was 'pineapple'. Annoyed, he looked back in anger and said.

"Octopus."

Ok so Mukuro had a pretty messed up childhood and not much is said regarding that matter in the anime or manga. So I decided to add my own little story. As you can see, he is completely different as a child compared to how he is now. Next chapter will be Gokudera and Mukuro's first conversation. I've changed my mind about Chrome, it's a surprise.

Sayonara minna! :P