Shadows Upon The Soul
Disclaimer: This is merely a story based on KHR, and not from the actual KHR…
Claimer: I did write this story…
Descriptions about this fanfic:
Main Characters:
OC: Yumi
OC: Reika
Mukuro
Minor Characters:
Chikusa
Ken
Hibari
I will try to update every Friday, plus or minus one day
Please enjoy, and feel free to comment and leave me ideas on how to continue!
Warning for this chapter: pain… and quite a lot of flashbacks
Chapter 2: Angel's Trumpet
Reika had said that she wanted some time to clean up the classroom, and that she (just as Hibari) loved her own school. When she had heard about Mukuro and all his deeds within this school, she only sighed, turned away from him and went to get the mop. Why Mukuro was thinking of all this? It was perhaps because she had swept his pineapple figurine off the table, and was now scrambling across the floor blindly to find it. She was only a quarry for Mukuro, a toy, just like all others in his life were. And they were only going to be toys anyways. Sleekly, he slips through the metal door and the ethereally painted environment is exposed blandly to him. But to him, it was only dabs of colors, superficial colors that were of no use. Only the gray days, the flashing lightning and the fierce storms were of any use to humans. See, if there were no rain, there would be no food, no water. Humans would die…not him. But again, see, if there were no lightning that would help those hermits see that there's an outside world, they'd be stuck in a black house all the time.
That's why humans are so fragile. So easy to just be erased from the Earth, and no one realizes it. Mukuro closed his eyes and continued making his way down the street. Anyone who saw him would dodge him, surely. He was known as the "Big Bad Wolf" here. He began humming a little tune, and before he realizes it, small droplets form within the rims of his eyes. But what was this song? The Nanimori School Anthem. An image of a yellow bird, flying across the sky full of rainbows appears in his mind.
-flashback-
Hibari. Hibari.
"Never come see me again, you herbivore!" On the hospital bed, the man was forcefully cuffed onto the bed, and some on the wall as well so that he couldn't escape. The man's face was scarred, small droplets of crimson red dabbing and polluting the perfect face of his. On the left wrist of the man, a small needle was injected and lead up to a large container that contained liquid substances.
"I don't want to ever see you again, Rokudo. Never come back. You're just a herbivore, what I want are carnivores!" The man shouted, but clutched onto his heart as another stroke occurred.
"Hibari!" Mukuro had cried out, leaning over the bed upon his body that was kicking up and down, but not allowing extra movement because of the cuffs.
"Leave me… alone… I hate you, Rokudo Mukuro." The man's face darkened, turning away from Mukuro.
That was the last Mukuro ever saw of Hibari. After two days, Ken brought back some information that the Disciplinary Committee's leader had tied from a heart attack. Reborn had brought Hibari into the hospital because of an unusual stroke that had occurred, and almost caused him to die. Apparently, Hibari had heart problems after always getting angry and worry for his school.
-flashback ends-
"Hibari…" Mukuro muttered, his fists clenched as he opened his eyes slowly again, and unintentionally rubbed his eyes clear of the liquid. Hibari had said that he was an herbivore, that he wasn't strong enough. So he will be strong. He will be the strongest ever. He will be the one to rule over the world.
"Eto, Mukuro-san?" Again, the sound of delicate feathers slowly flowing through the air, and landing in the air with a small dip.
"Oya oya, who do we have here?" Mukuro forced a smile, and saw a girl rather sweet looking in front of him.
"You don't remember me?" The girl flashed him a smile, and for a second, even the smile that he held wasn't fake anymore. This girl had the smile the most sincere, as if ready to become a blanket that would wrap around his soul. But then as he was looking away, he saw the girl look away as if careless as well. Hmph. Mukuro had seen many girls like this before. That got near him because they heard he was strong and powerful…and that he was rich. But what they didn't know was the pain behind everything, and even if this girl could smile so much, what difference would it make? Once she hears that he's a part of the Mafia, she'd leave without another word. Ditch him. And if she stayed with him, she'd be a part of the danger that he, himself, was in as well. She'd be an easier target, and the one to get killed. She'd be a burden to his goal of being the strongest ever. But he kept up his acting skills. Fans…were always quite nice. They were an excuse that he wasn't the worse…that maybe it was Hibari that was picky.
"Kufufu, the girl in the morning right? Yumi-chan?"
"I'm so glad you remember!" The girl smiled again, and it's as if his soul enjoyed it, even if his brain knew that this girl was just a fake. But he was bored, and it was always nice to play with preys.
"Of course, I only remember the ones worth remembering, Yumi-chan~"
"Wow, um, that really makes me happy…" Just as a cold breeze past Mukuro, he saw the girl's hair flow naturally and of course, beautifully across her face. She closed her eyes, and a faint blush appeared on her face and she brushed her hair behind her ears and blinked her eyes a few times getting used to the light. "here, please accept this as a gift, it's just some of the pineapple flavored bentous I made…" The girl bowed down and held towards him a box wrapped delicately in cloth accessoried with pineapples. Sure, he has many fans, and by many, it means like, 7 or 8 thousand just within this one city, out of the ten thousand people, but never had he ever seen someone this…fanatic?
Even this fake girl, might let him feel relish. He reached out a hand coolly, and took over the case. The girl smiled broadly, and stood up again, with her arms behind her back shyly.
"I got to go now, my grandma will be expecting me." With those words, the girl ran off down the streets with delicate footsteps.
With a burdened mind, Mukuro makes his way down the alley, and into the gray street in which his house was located. On the sides of the street, children cry for candy, Mothers cuddle them, coo them, care for them. Superficial. Superficial. This was all so superficial! No person would ever care for anyone that much. Who would care for another person that cries their heart out? No one. No one. No one at all.
Sticking his hands into his pocket, he pulls out a chain, and on it is a very old fashioned set of keys. He sweeps his hands upon the jagged edge of the keys, then, as if tearing his heart away, pulls into the lock to open it.
The only thing his parents ever gave him, a key. So that he wouldn't interrupt their experimenting when he returned. He still remembered the first time that he went into an experiment room, and…the last time.
-flashback -
"Mukuro-kun, come here, Ogaasan and Odousan have a present for you!"
The five year old boy grinned as he laughed normally like any boy, hahaha, and into the cradles of his parents. They were exceptionally warm, and ever since he was born, it was always maids taking care of him. Ogaasan had taken his hand and led him into the white room that was always forbidden for him. Queer machines were placed around the entire room, machines that went beep, and others that had lines crossing and wriggling across them.
"Ogaasan…?" The little boy asked, a heart of fear.
"Come on, sit on here, son. It might hurt a little bit, but after that, you get lots of presents!" Odousan gave a little push on Mukuro's back, and he fell onto the machine that was in front of him. Black ropes were tied on him and the machine, and no matter how much he wriggled, he couldn't get out of that machine.
"Ogaasaa, Odousan, it hurts!" The string became tighter and tighter, until the little boy's skin became purple, and his consciousness began to quaver.
"If you're our son, you'll live through this. You can do it, right?" Ogaasan muttered, walking over with a syringe, a caring expression placed on her face. If ogaasan said so…then it must be for his good.
"Hai!" Mukuro fought with his consciousness, trying to keep it straight, but finally, it stopped getting tighter, and Mukuro gave a long deep breath. Suddenly, a long pain had shot into his body, and his body shook upwards.
"AGHHH!" The little boy had shouted out, trying to search for ogaasan and odousan within his range of sight, but he couldn't see anyone. Everything was blurring. Beeps and twinkles and chimes went off in his ears, and he squeezed his eyes shut to keep everything out. Ogaasan…. And everything went black.
"Fight or live?" A voice had carried out, unknown voice and person, but it was the only thing within the reign of blackness.
"Fight…" Mukuro's small voice barely made it out, and yet it still hurt to talk.
"What if you may loose your own volition? Your happiness?"
Mukuro hesitated. Happiness, volition? First of all, that big word, volition, he did not understand. So possibly, it wasn't one that was significantly important. And second of all, his happiness came from his parents.
"Will my parents be happy?" Mukuro asked bravely.
"Parents… ah, I see. Yes they will be, very much. But you, no matter how many times you rebirth, you will always have the same body, the same mind, and never know what is happiness."
"Then yes… I'll fight." The little boy had a determined face on his mind, as the voice echoed out with a low hiss.
"He made it through. He actually made it through!" Mukuro heard ogaasan's excited voice and attempted to break through the blackness, but he didn't have any power to open his eyes or move his muscles.
"This will make us famous, within weeks! We could bring him to that family, that famiglia…"
Family? Famiglia? Bring him to where?
Mukuro managed to open a crack through his eyelids, to see the room with the beeping machines again, and his parents in lab coats.
"Ogaasan…odousan…" Mukuro smiled, and laughed, but what only came out was, "kufufufu…"
"That laugh! Unique, unique for a terminal assassin. But he should have a weapon, one that fits his name and laugh."
"Here. This one." Mukuro was handed a trident with sharp tips. As soon as he felt it, he felt something going within his body, and it was almost immediately that he knew this trident was meant for him, or that he was meant for this trident. In either case, they were meant for each other. Without another word, the black strings were loosened, and odousan grabbed Mukuro up, careful to keep the trident out of his way. Ogaasan started up the car, and within moments, they were whirling down the street to another small alley.
"Sit here." His parents ordered as they went in the building, then they pulled him in and went out of the door. He peeked across the wall to see where they were going, but as they were preparing to enter the car, two bullets fired, and they were both paralyzed on the ground, lifeless.
"Ogaasan! Odousan!" Mukuro had cried out, preparing to run out of the building, but stronger people pulled him back.
-flashback ends-
The only other person that had understood Mukuro…was Hibari. He was always alone too. But he left Mukuro, just as all his other companions had.
He entered the dark house of his, the one where his parents had done the experiment on him, and fell upon the couch. Remembering the pineapple bentou, he laughed and opened the top. Inside, was sushi in the shape of pineapples. The yellow part as eggs, the small white portions as rice, and the green at the top vegetables.
Written neatly on top of the case were the small words, "I hope you enjoy this. – Yumi"
Right.
There was still pineapples. His diet on pineapples helped him forget about all his woes. Just eat and eat, just think of the sharp pineapples and the people still enjoy them. Pineapples.
Perhaps, this Yumi, this Yumi was really something.
