salvation.
Taking a deep breath, Mukuro opened his eyes and relished the feeling of blood splattering onto his pale cheeks—pulling away the tip of his trident from one of his captor's neck, he watched with no empathy whatsoever as the said man's eye rolled to the back of his head, twitching once more before falling to the ground in a limp heap, adding one more to the body count. Slowly casting his gaze amongst the lifeless piles of fresh corpses, his eyes stopped when they spotted a head of bright pink, hidden behind a fallen operation table.
The boy raised an eyebrow in interest, cocking his head to the side before he realized...he had not been alone in the room. If he remembered correctly, there was another child that had been held captive in the same room as him—as they had been taking notes on his progress of his new abilities, a few more of the Estraneo members ushered a young girl into the room; she had looked no older than 9 or 10, with a simple sundress and a ribbon that held her short pink-hair back.
They had made eye contact for just a few seconds before she was carried and strapped to the table across from him. Her screams had been the only thing he could hear over all the painful noises of those machines they used.
Sakura Haruno. That had been her name—she was the adopted daughter of one of the Estraneo family's researchers, and was willingly offered to the family as a test subject in return for some secret weapons they had been developing. Originally, her hair had been a normal strawberry blonde, but after the first experiment, she came out of the room with hair that was an atrocious shade of bright pink—along her arms were patches of bandages to cover the shots they had injected her with.
He vaguely remembered Tony, one of the other kids, asking her about her hair and all she had done was shake her head, tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes, but he wasn't interested in that. There was something else he had in mind.
Stepping closer to the operation table, he bent down, spotting a pair of green eyes from behind—the said eyes immediately disappeared from sight. Looking down at his trident tip, he narrowed his eyes meticulously before settling it down on the ground quietly and hidden from sight (she was probably going to panic; a screaming, crying, and dangerous girl was not what he wanted at the moment) and let a smile creep to his face. "Hey...come out of there."
It wasn't a command, but it was what he wanted—but unfortunately for him, she let out a pained whisper instead of obeying him. His eye twitched; foolish girl. Not wanting to waste any more time, he got up from his crouching position and walked closer to the table, leaning over to peek at the girl behind it. But once he did so, the sight was a bit gruesome, as his mismatched eyes widened a fraction.
She sat with her back to the wall, tears cascading down her face, with her body covered in dots of blood. Her hand clutched tightly to the wrist of one of the fallen bodies—her father, he had recognized—and had crushed it easily, the muscle tissue and veins being the only thing that kept the whole hand itself from separating from the forearm; it hung limply, suspended above the ground with blood dripping from chipped fingernails. A sniffle broke him from his train of thought and he immediately feigned concern for the girl, "Are you alright?"
"I.." The small pinkette let out a shaky breath before looking up to meet his penetrating gaze, a few more tears escaping the corners of her eyes, "I-I d-d-didn't mean t-to...to hurt d-daddy. I didn't mean to h-hurt him. It's...It's not my fault...!"
"What happened?" The words came out of his mouth a bit too harshly (he had meant it to come out as concerned), as he took another step forward to get his answers, but inwardly swore when something sparked in her emerald green eyes and she crushed herself against the wall, hand squeezing tighter around the remains of the hand before lifting her legs from beneath her to kick the table in front of her. He jumped back immediately.
"I SAID IT WASN'T MY FAULT!"
Before he knew it, the table that had been hiding her slid across the floor with a metallic screeching echoing in the room, bull-dozing battered bodies out of the way and crashing through the wall opposite—a loud crash was heard, and when the smoke cleared around that area, it revealed the table—dented and bent at weird angles—near a pile of debris. Eyes widening slightly, he stared at the mess she had created, hearing her crying again behind him, but he was too fixated on the hole to care.
She...she made that with a single kick? So the experiments that were being tested on her were ones that enhanced the body's strength, giving the test subjects powers that were capable of shattering all the bones in the body with a single push. Slowly but surely, a dark smirk crept to his lips. The blue-haired boy turned around once more, his posture relaxed and his smirk becoming a smile.
"Come with me."
Holding out his hand for her to take, he made sure that he looked friendly enough—he assumed she was foolish enough to believe his smile. The sniffles that emanated from her trembling form ceased for a few moments, her gaze traveling to his hand, up his arm, and to his face, shrinking back into the wall slightly, "W...What?"
He continued with his eyes darkening, "Join me. We'll take down this world and make sure they suffer through the pain—every single syringe they stabbed you with—that you and I and everyone else went through. This world...is insignificant—and is not in the least bit needed. We'll destroy it without mercy."
His mismatched gaze probed her small form, searching for any signs of snapping, but all she did was stare at his outstretched hand with wide-eyes. For a few more moments, she stayed silent, but then sent a trembling hand towards his awaiting one. Taking it hesitantly, she lifted herself off of the ground all the while letting go of the remains of her father's hand and his smile grew; letting go, she gripped the stained fabric of her dress and scrunched her face in an attempt to stop herself but crying. Before he knew it, she choked back a sob and flew into his arms, clutching onto his shirt as if her life depended on it.
He stiffened—she was too strong for her own good and one wrong move on her end would crush his ribcage—but relaxed when he figured she wasn't going to do anything. Slowly, albeit hesitantly, he lifted his hand and rubbed soothing circles on her back. With his gaze traveling to the trident in his hand (which had been grabbed when he jumped out of the table's way just in case she decided to charge at him), he tightened his grip on it and let his previous smile become a dark smirk.
His right eye—which was bruised and throbbing a bit and red, red, red—glowed in the dimly-lit room.
A new toy for his new collection.
I don't know how to write Mukuro, so if he seems OOC...please don't blame me, :C but yeah. I guess this was a bit challenging to write, but hopefully you guys like this one!
Oh, and I forgot to mention in the previous chapter, but certain things involving Sakura—such as her age, occupation, past, history, whereabouts—will vary. Sometimes she'll be 14, sometimes she'll be 10, sometimes she'll be 24, sometimes she'll be in the past, sometimes she'll be a librarian, sometimes she'll be a crazy experiment that has super-weird strengths and a bad temper, etc. So yeah, don't be confused! These one-shots aren't connected to each other whatsoever, unless you request for a follow-up chapter.
Thanks for your support, guys! And sorry if I didn't write the pairing(s) you wanted, D: just hope that the next one is the one you want, :) Go ahead and suggest a pairing you wanna see, no matter how outrageous it is~ So keep on reading and being awesome!
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