Disclaimer: I don't own KHR

Clarifications: Since I got this question twice I had better answer it: In the story, Chrome looks just like the Nagi in Mukuro's illusional dream world except she has both eyes. So just put that Nagi in jeans, a hoodie and sneakers and boom! You have the Chrome in the story :P

Thanks for all those who reviewed in the previous chapter :D Uhh, there seemed to be many guest reviews, and constantly, so if it's the same guest then I'm glad you really enjoyed my story to review it so many times :) But in the future… one long review would be better off thank you

Warning: more perfect coincidental meetings that will most likely not happen in the real world

Now on with the story~


Chrome blew some stray strands of purple hair out of her face as she bent down to get into the small silver car. Yes, Chrome does had a car, just never bothered to drive it around much, afraid that it might draw more than necessary attention from her fellow students. But after all that happened yesterday? Chrome thought that a break from riding the bus sounded like a pretty decent idea.

Throwing her backpack and jacket behind her and into the back seats, Chrome closed her yes and rubbed her temples gingerly. Today had gone pass just like any other at Namimori all girls' high, if not counting the insane amount of posters and gossip that had been flying about. Chrome preferred being alone most of the time and perhaps with a book for company, though a whole school full of squealing girls would be enough to give anyone a migraine.

Throwing herself back and pouncing slightly against the car seat, Chrome's back slide down the soft leather as she sighed. 'The Funeral Wreaths' were in town today and Chrome couldn't decide whether to groan or to squeal. Deciding on the groan, Chrome rolled her eyes when her phone buzzed. She hadn't been this agitated in months. Pulling the vibrating cell out of her pocket, she placed it on her lap before giving the screen an uninterested glance. 'Haru Miura' flashed on the screen. Chrome closed her eyes again 'sorry Haru' the phone stopped after a minute or two when nobody picked up.

Chrome crossed her arms and leaned her head against the driving wheel, moaning as the phone started vibrating again. 'I'm sorry Haru, but I'm not going to pick up." Looking down once again at the flashing screen, Chrome blinked, taken aback, as she noticed that it wasn't her peppy friend that had called her this time.

Seeing the words 'Rokudo Mukuro' dancing in front of her brought a strange tingling along with the usual burning blush to Chrome's flustered face. Picking up the phone with nimble fingers, Chrome opened her most recent text message.

Mukuro: Hey Chrome

Heating up from the memories of yesterday, Chrome fumbled with the keypad as she composed a carefully thought out reply.

Chrome: Hello Mukuro-kun, how was your day?

There, not too short or too long, precise enough that it hid the fact Chrome had been waiting for this text for nearly an entire day

Mukuro: Fine, the usual :)
Chrome: that's good to hear
Mukuro: What about you, Chrome-chan
Chrome: It was fine, thanx for asking

The soft smile and rosy hue to Chrome's cheeks were evident as their conversation continued.

Mukuro: It's great to hear from you, I thought you wouldn't pick up
Chrome: Why wouldn't I?
Mukuro: Cuz we just met and I might have seemed like a creeper or something
Chrome: Please don't think like that, of course you're not a creeper
Mukuro: How could you be so sure? Kufufu, jk, well, I'll text you back later :)

Hastily texting back a short 'ok', Chrome let out the breath she had unconsciously been holding throughout their short little conversation. 'I didn't think he would actually text me!' Chrome thought inwardly as she scrolled down her music list, clicked on, before tossing the phone onto the passengers seat beside her.

-x-

White locks whipped around in the summer breeze as he grimaced at anyone who stared at him in bewilderment. Panting slightly and flicking out his tongue to moisten his lips, Byakuran Gesso, all dressed in white, sprinted down the nearly deserted sidewalk. Wiping his forehead, the albino groaned when he heard the all to familiar rumble and squeals of his worst nightmare as the group of ecstatic fangirls rounded the corner, autograph books out and cameras clicking.

Being a celebrity had its perks: good treatment, free stuff, most of all the fame and fans. But being too famous also meant having to live in fear of the unpredictable hoards of fangirls and fanboys alike. Byakuran shuddered involuntarily and sped up his pace, racing down the shopping street when he glimpsed a girl pointing in his direction before gesturing to the rest of the group.

Byakuran reached into his jacket pocket and fished out his cell phone. He was about to press the emergency call button (yes, this was a fangirl emergency) when he felt someone pulling at his arm. Looking down, Byakuran almost groaned when he stared into the wide eyes of the six-year-old girl tugging indignantly at his sleeve and holding up an autograph book and showing the albino an empty page, an empty page that she fully expected him to sign. Byakuran sighed; he couldn't reject such a little girl, especially when he noticed her parents just a few feet away. He forced a smile to grace his lips as he 'happily' scrawled his signature onto the once empty page. Once he was done, Byakuran ruffled the little girl's hair before dislodging himself from her surprisingly tight grip and continuing his race down the Namimori's sunny streets.

Byakuran thought that coming to a small town such as Namimori would qualify more as a vacation than actual concerts. Boy how he was wrong. When he had first stepped of his private flight and met with the remarkably young mayor of the town, he almost had his head ripped off by Hibari Kyoya when trying to crack a joke. First impression: Namimori wasn't a place to mess with considering its guardian was more devil than angle. His second impression had been: Namimori had the fiercest fangirls so far despite the town's tiny size – precisely the reason he was running as fast as his legs could carry him, but gosh those fans were fast! It was almost as if they had their own tracking radars.

Caught in a crossroad, Byakuran's eyes darted between the heavy traffic and the narrow alleyway in which tens of crazed teenage girls were due to appear at any moment, and finally settling on a small silver car parked on its own against the curb. 'What do I have to lose?' And without giving a second thought on any kind of consequences, one of the world's most famously known celebrities jumped into the mini vehicle and slammed the door snuggle behind him.

-x-

Vibrant eyes snapped open the moment Chrome heard the door handle being pulled from the outside. Mortified that someone, a boy, had just got into her car uninvited, Chrome was too busy contemplating whether to flee from the car to notice that the male hadn't turned around or even so much as acknowledged her. Staring wide-eyed and petrified, Chrome heard the boy sigh as he pressed his nose up against the rolled up window. 'What is it with me and strangers these days!' Chrome thought desperately as her intensive gaze threatened to burn holes right through the stranger's back.

Even from behind, Chrome could tell that the boy wasn't that much older than she was, two or three years at the most, around twenty maybe? He was wearing cloths consisting of a single color: Short white jacket, T-shirt and jeans, all of them fitting him well enough to show off his slim form and well-built body. 'The color suited him well.' Chrome thought as she gazed at the boy's appearance from the back. His bleached yet soft looking hair spiked and grouped at the most random of places, making it look tame yet intentionally messy at the same time. Entranced, Chrome couldn't tear her eyes away from the little patches of creamy white skin that showed on his neck and arm. Even though she couldn't tell, but this boy seemed hauntingly familiar. Had she seen him somewhere before?

Just as she sat there gawking at the stranger, he turned around and stared back at her before flashing his teeth in a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of his head. "Uh... sorry?" But Chrome was too preoccupied to hear any words that he had uttered. The boy's eyes were of an ever-changing shade of violet, lilac and glinting in the afternoon sunlight. It had been the pair of eyes she had always daydreamed about staring into. His features were sharp though nonetheless smooth, making the purple tattoo under his left eye appear even more evident against his pale cheek.

This was the face of a boy plastered on the millions of posters, DVDs and albums currently being sold around the world. This was also the face of the boy whose first album was currently playing on her IPhone.

-x-

Byakuran continued to survey the motionless girl sitting, stunned, in front of him. Big eyes, soft features and silky hair, my was she a beauty. The albino was going to apologize for his unexpected appearance once again but was distracted however when he picked up a familiar bear from somewhere in the car. Listening intently, Byakuran traced the source of the almost inaudible music and pulled the iPhone out from behind him. It had obviously been there before Byakuran's unexpected intrusion and he had almost sat on the small, rectangular communication device that also served as a music player in this case.

Holding the phone closer to his ear, Byakuran was somewhat pleased to hear his own voice singing back at him through the little speaker. Humming and swaying slightly to the way too familiar beat, the albino lowered the phone and beamed up at the seemingly frightened girl- she hadn't moved a single inch since he had first turned around and glanced at her. "You like his, I mean, my music?"

-x-

The simple question caused Chrome to turn at least ten different shades of red before the poor girl nodded her head tentatively and look down at her hands, which were clasped tightly in her lap. 'Two unusual surprises in two days' she mentally noted 'I'm not sure how much more I can take; at least none of them were dangerous… I hope.' Turning the thoughts over in her head, Chrome sole a quick glance at the cute albino seated next to her and flushed when she found him staring inquisitively back at her. Quickly avoiding his glance and focusing once more at her entwined fingers, Chrome felt as if she was on fire. She returned her full attention back to him however when Byakuran laughed and waved a hand teasingly in front of her face.

"Y-yes?" Chrome stuttered in her usual soft voice.

"Can I borrow your hand for a second?"

Confused and not exactly sure on what to do, Chrome reached out a shaky hand and blushed immediately when Byakuran took her small hands in his own. 'His hands are warm' Chrome thought, and it comforted her when he squeezed her hand reassuringly before pulling a pen out from her jacket pocket. Heating up and all the while watching with the upmost of interest, Chrome leaned forwards as the albino touched the cool tip of the pen to the back of her hand.

Chrome took a sharp intake breath as she watched Byakuran write something on her hand, and when he was done, wink at her before letting go of her hand and allowing the girl to see what he had written.

Thanks a bunch lovely
Byakuran Gesso

Byakuran's handwriting was neat, and the loopy letters on the back of Chrome's hand seemed to tingle the more she looked at them. Glancing up from 'admiring his work', Chrome smiled at him for the first time and felt a strange tugging sensation in the pit of her stomach when he returned the warm gesture.

Looking around, Byakuran surprised Chrome when he held out his hand while placing the other on the door handle. "Sorry about the intrusion earlier, I was running from some fangirls." Chrome took his hands as she giggled softly.

"It's ok Byakuran-san." The albino pushed the door open before slipping out into the blinding sunlight.

"It was a pleasure meeting you…"

"Chrome, Chrome Dokuro. It was a pleasure meeting you as well." Byakuran put a hand behind his head and winked at her.

"Catch you around Chrome-chan~" He hummed before turning on his feet and strolling off in the opposite direction, pausing to wave before rounding the corner and disappearing from sight. Chrome's heart leaped again at the foreign nagging feeling, fluttering against her ribcage as she traced the letters inked into the back of her hand.

"Catch you later Byakuran-san." She whispered to herself enjoying the silence that the boy had left. Then nearly jumped out of her seat when her phone vibrated.

Mukuro: Too busy to text me back?

Feeling guilty for not realizing someone had texted her while she had been talking to Byakuran and even feeling even guiltier when she put the phone down without replying. Chrome closed her eyes with a smile gracing her lips.

'Not now Mukuro-kun, not now.'


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A/N: Yeah I know, these kinds of things will literally never happen in real life but… since it's my story, I say it can happen so it does