Her fists tightened as the male swayed back and forth with a bright smile on his face. He was having fun watching her get angry; like he was getting enjoyment out of her pain, sick bastard.
Stomping over towards him, she gripped tightly onto his collar and jerked him down to eye level. He was annoyingly tall and for some reason that slimy smirk he was wearing just made her want to smash his face in. She had never, and I repeat never, ever felt like this.
"Where is she!" she repeated and the male simply grinned wider. Just what the hell is going?
A hand gripped Midori's wrist and she felt her grip on his blazer loosen.
Hand drawing away from her she lifted up the other hand in order to defend herself, ready to smack him around the face.
Yet, unlucky for her, he had caught it.
"Where is she?" Why would he not answer her? Because she could tell by his face, he well and truly knew where Nagi-chan was.
"Calm down Miss Bipolar," just why was she acting like this? Was this her? Midori took a second to consider…it was most definitely her; just so different.
"I will not calm down until you tell me where she is!" Her patience was wearing thin. Her patience. Midori had forgotten patience even existed. Since when did she ever need that? The only time she had heard the word patience was when someone was getting grumpy at her for the immobile response they were getting from her.
She lunged for him again, trying to actively head butt him, but failed miserably. She was in his arms once again, but this time she felt something hit the back of her neck. A sharp pain tickled up her spine and soon the room was spinning. Lights fading, she started to feel sleepy. So very sleepy.
Body slumping, she was caught gracefully before she could hit the floor.
"Urr…" Midori's eyes flickered open and she was staring at a dark and dreary ceiling. She could see damp patches too.
She tried to get up but she felt herself grow numb, her back plummeting to the floor.
"C-Careful," a voice chirped and her eyes widened in relief. She was back. Knelt down beside her was no other than Nagi, silky mauve hair, amethyst eyes and milky skin. So angelic.
"You really do exist," she lifted a finger and stroked it down Nagi's face, a heavy burden seemingly lifted.
"Mn." The purple haired girl got up off her knees and Midori looked absently in her direction, she wanted to get up and follow but her body was still pinned to the ground. She had never felt this feeble in her life; it was weird.
Nagi moved over towards the drab sofa, picking up the least tatty cushion available. Soon she was back by Midori's side, lifting up Midori's limp head and placing it down onto the soft surface.
"Thank you," Midori said, shifting herself a little. She felt different, not too much, but in a way that she couldn't put her finger on. The most shocking thing was that she was thinking…actually thinking. She raised her arm shakily, it felt so heavy, and it hurt too. She had never felt this much pain before, like a bulldozer had just ran over her. Ok…maybe a little over the top.
How had she got in this situation anyways? Taking a second to think –yes think- she recalled eyes. Flashes of red and blue…and was that a character too? Still it was blurry, because most of all she remembered she was angry, furious, fuming; emotions she had never displayed in her life, ever.
When she was 11 and her father left both her and her mother, she hadn't felt angry, or upset. No hatred had come to mind, she had just sat on the top of the stairs, waving as her father and mother noisily argued, her mother's hands scraping at his clothes, clinging for him to stay. He didn't. She didn't feel furious that he hadn't called her like any normal separating parent would, Midori didn't care that he didn't want her.
So why had so got angry now? That wasn't natural. A minuscule frown appeared on her mainly emotionless face.
"Nagi-chan? How did I end up here? What is with your hairstyle? The eye patch?" Even though the sentence had sounded rather quizzical and worried, her voice hadn't let her down and again it sounded like she didn't care. Luckily the other girl in question was used to it.
"Well…w-well," Nagi seemed to struggle to get her words out, like she was finding it hard to start.
"I'm no longer Nagi."
"Huh?" That didn't make sense, "I don't understand."
"I'm Chrome now, Chrome Dokuro," the younger girl fidgeted a little with her collar before continuing on, "I changed it after M-Mukuro-sama saved me."
"Mukuro?" Who was that? And why did that name sound familiar?
"Y-You met him earlier, when I…disappeared, Mukuro was here."
Racking her thoughts, something had solidified and it was in the terms of a male. The male was also the source of her anger. It clicked.
"THAT GUY!" Nag—I mean Chrome glanced at Midori a little startled and bemused over the actions that were alien to both herself and Midori.
"That guy…" Midori hushed her voice still a little puzzled over her acts, "Who is he?"
"He's my saviour."
'Her saviour'? OH MAN! She had totally ignored the fact Nagi was actually here, alive. She was supposed to be dead, everyone said she was dead, her parents said she had died, everyone! EVERYONE!
Putting two together, Midori went to speak again, her eyes hitting the floor, "Is that why you're here now? Everyone said you were dead."
"And I was. If it weren't for Mukuro-sama I would be dead, he saved me."
It wasn't right to feel jealous in situations such as this. She should be kissing the feet of her best friend's saviour, yet the boy she had met earlier just made her feel that weird feeling she had earlier, sheer irritation. W-Was she jealous also over the fact that she didn't save Nagi and he did? What the fuck.
"But how could you have survived Nag—Chrome-chan?" she asked, still a little confused, she had heard that Nagi had been hit by a car. She then later heard some gossipers say it was for some measly cat, and because of that she was a stupid girl. For some reason right now, that made Midori want to wring their necks…urgggghhhh. She lifted a limp arm to her forehead and held it there as she felt a burning pain swell in her brain. Pain never really bothered her either, but right now, all the changes were giving her a headache and man did it hurt!
"Mukuro-sama is a…" Midori watched as Nagi paused and seemed to shut her eyes, but her lips were moving slightly, her words silent, as if she was trying to communicate with someone, soon after she opened her eyes and went to continue, "He's an illusionist."
"An Illusionist?" What did that have to do with how Nagi was alive and looking well? Illusionists were magicians weren't they? Didn't they do things like make balls disappear then reappear?
"A skilled one that could create illusionary organs."
Hang on a second that was beyond magic. That was a miracle! Feeling stunned, Midori felt her headache growing stronger and winced slightly. She attempted to get up again and it still wasn't working.
"Why can't I get up?" she questioned out loud, even if her voice was monotone the hint of annoyance did rain through her words. She was just naïve to it.
"Oh! Wait a second; I'll get you something to lean up on." Once again, Nagi ran about trying to find another object, this time picking up a heavy looking wooden box.
"Nagi-chan!" Nagi turned her face back to her, still a little pained from trying to lift the box, "Nagi-chan! Put the box down, I don't care!"
"I-I'm sorry!" Midori suddenly snapped out of her actions and looked around puzzled, had she just scolded Nagi…had she actually scolded someone?
"No…N-No, I should be sorry," what was with the sudden stutter in her voice?
"Nagi…I mean Chrome-chan, I shouldn't have snapped, I'm sorry," Midori went onto apologise, still utterly confused over her actions.
"N-No it's fine, I shouldn't have—
"Na-Chrome-chan, please, just sit by me again," Midori asked, again naïve to the different emotions she was displaying, it scaring her friend a little; but it did also make her friend want to smile.
Nagi…I meant Chrome, took a seat beside her, tucking her knees underneath her and looking down at the older girl with a gentle expression.
"You still kept the hairclip, after all these years," Nagi whispered in a hush voice, tracing her fingers timidly over it, a small smile gracing her pouty lips.
Midori made a hum noise in agreement and then searched her friend up and down a bit.
"That's because you gave it to me Nagi-chan," Midori reminded Nagi who blushed away awkwardly.
"Nagi-chan, do you like it here?" The question left absently from Midori's lips as she took in her surroundings, it was drab, spacy but quite grungy. Then again, it was better than living with those parents of hers. They were awful.
The girl shrugged a little and smiled nervously, "It's ok, I guess, there is food to eat and a dry bed to sleep in."
"Really?"
"Yes."
Silence grew thick and Midori found herself growing tired, still annoyed that she couldn't move off the floor.
"Did that boy –your saviour- did he do this to my body?" Nagi nodded a little reluctantly and after Midori frowned some more…another reason to dislike the boy.
"Well, where has he gone? I think I want an apology," since when did she ever care about apologies? Flipping heck, what was happening to her?
"He's far away," Midori turned her eyes up to meet the violet ones that were watery with tears.
"N-Nagi-chan?" she hated to see Nagi sad, the girl was such an angel and so well at pulling off the kicked puppy look it hit Midori's none existent heartstrings.
"Well for me, he's in here," Midori wanted to shake her head from all the wacky information she was receiving once Nagi put a nimble finger to her perfect forehead. Where was she right now? Hogwarts?
"Me and him share a body, it's the least I can do, that's how you met him earlier, he swapped physical forms with me, right now, he can talk to me if he wishes, he can see you through my eyes also," Nagi went onto say, and Midori scratched her head bemused.
"I see," her monotone voice clogging the room, "Well can he hear me now."
Nagi paused for a couple of seconds, as if waiting from a response and then nodded.
"Well, 'you', thanks for the whole not being able to move my body thing, really appreciate it," her voice replied cynically before turning her dull lifeless grey eyes to the sky.
"M-Mukuro-sama says 'No need to get sarcastic, M-Miss Bipolar'." That moment Midori wanted to get up and stick two fingers up at him. She was surprised that she believed Nagi, but then again, she didn't have any other reason not to believe. The girl was alive, and that was a phenomenon. That boy had replaced Nagi out of thin air also. Just why was everything so crazy!
"I'm not bipolar," her answer was brief and apathetic, "I just don't like you."
Nagi looked hurt for a second, this causing Midori to hold her breath, feeling a little bad about this.
"I don't mean you Nagi-chan, I mean that guy, 'Mukuro-sama."
"I know that, I just wish, never mind..."
A pregnant pause took over again, but it was ended by a long drawling yawn on Midori's behalf.
"I'm sleepy."
"Don't fall asleep right now, that's not goo—
But it was already too late, and Midori had fallen, deep, into sleep. Her metaphorical box that had once split had repaired, but instead of it this time being empty, it was filled, only a tiny fraction.
"Wakey, wakey, Midori," Midori opened her eyes wearily, feeling strangely refreshed, but she was confused. Facing her now was her mother's smiling face, and not what she expected to see. She was at home now, and not with…
"NO WAY!" Her mother flinched and stepped back a little over her daughter's outburst, rather puzzled over the sudden emotion flowing through her daughter.
"No! No! No!" Hands scratched violently in her hair, it was all a lie. Yesterday was nothing but a dream. It couldn't be true; she had touched Nagi-chan! She had touched that god forsaking saviour of hers also. They were both real, solid! So how had she gotten here? Why was she at home in her bed?
A soft hand placed onto her naked shoulder and she looked up alarmed, her mother's face being a match of hers.
"Midori, what's wrong?" her mother asked, voice full of worry. She blinked, once, twice, before putting up her makeshift mask again.
"Nothing." The look of disbelief was enriched on her mother's face but that didn't stop the woman from gazing forlornly at her daughter's bedroom wall before picking herself up and walking out of the room. Once her bedroom door shut; Midori stared down at her fingertips despondently, each one of them shaking in horror.
She had a dream. That's all it was. All along when she thought she had been seeing Nagi in the streets, it was her hallucinating, the dream was all a fabrication due to the loss of a friend. She really was losing her mind. Jumping out of bed, grabbing on a fresh pair of jeans and a plain blue t-shirt, she changed and made it all the way to the front door.
"MIDORI! Where are you going?" her mother cried from the kitchen as she heard the door loudly open. Midori didn't answer though, instead she just ran, shutting the door brashly behind her.
Her feet picked up several paces that she didn't even know she could do and soon she ended up back at the empty street that owned Kokuyo Land. Panting raucously she leant over, trying to regain breath. She wasn't crazy. The dream wasn't just a fabrication. Right now, she didn't care which one she saw. Nagi or that boy. If she saw that boy, least she could indicate it was real.
Once being able to breathe smoothly, she pulled herself clumsily up the gates, just like she had done the day before, and jumped. Her feet hitting the ground in an uncomfortable manor that caused her to topple over.
Slumped on the ground, she breathed in and out, trying to fight off the agonising pain now taking over her legs. This time she wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Something was stopping her. She tried to get up but fell back down onto the dusty ground, her ankle clearly twisted, possibly even broken.
She dug her fingers into the floor and crawled along, dirt gathering under her nails. She wanted to search for Nagi but right now she couldn't. Not in this condition.
Pulling out the purple mobile from her pocket, she taped in her mother's number reluctantly.
"M-Midori! Where are you?" her mother demanded. She didn't know what to say. The woman sounded so worried, it in some way made her feel guilty, and reminded her of how she acted in her dream…no that wasn't a dream, she was sure it was reality. And she would continue to investigate, but as of now, she needed to go to a hospital or she would die here of starvation, not to mention pain.
"I'm at Kokuyo Land," she confessed to her mother who just made a baffled noise down the phone, ready to question her daughter some more but was cut off once Midori went to speak some more, "Could you come get me, I've fallen and sprained my ankle."
"YOU'VE WHAT?" Panic noises sounded down the phone and since that moment Midori continued to blank out, even when an ambulance came and she got severely lectured by the police on why she was trespassing and some from her own mother also.
"M-Mukuro-sama, why did you order Ken and Chikasu to take Midori-sama back?" Chrome asked apprehensively, a little upset over the absence of her friend. For a moment, she thought Mukuro-sama wouldn't mind her seeing the only person she considered a friend. It wasn't like she didn't consider Chikasu or Ken one, they just didn't like her. And she also knew that Mukuro only thought that people were his playthings and not friends, yet she thought of him as a friend, maybe more. In fact, she loved him. She was too embarrassed to tell him that though, she made sure to keep that a hidden thought from Mukuro who could easily see most of her daily thoughts.
She waited patiently for Mukuro to reply and soon he did.
"My beloved Chrome, she is just a burden, there is no way she would be of any use here," the boy replied back bluntly to her and Chrome wanted to cry, but held in the tears as she bit her bottom lip. She could tell Mukuro knew how she felt right now and in a way he changed his tone, the girl almost feeling a warm touch on her shoulder even though he wasn't there.
"I'm sorry Chrome, it's better this way," Chrome nodded uneasily, but who was she to defy Mukuro-sama?
"OI STUPID GIRL!" Chrome looked up surprised to see Ken leaning on the door of her room, glaring at her, "THERE'S AN AMBULANCE AT THE FRONT GATE!"
"W-What?" Chrome cheeped surprised, who had called that?
"I took a peak and guess what? It was the bloody friend of yours."
'Mukuro-sama!' she voiced in her mind and all she heard was a low hum as if Mukuro was deep in thought, 'She's more persistent than I thought, kufufufufu.' The laugh in her mind stilled her and she felt an uncomfortable chill up her spine, like the boy was plotting something for her friend.
'Mukuro-sama…' but it was too late, the boy had disappeared for now and she bit her lip fretfully, she had wanted to beg him not to hurt her friend. Yet if the girl was to keep coming back, like it seemed like she was going to do; Mukuro would do something. She could feel it; she did share a body with him after all. She just prayed it wouldn't be something that would damage her friend, but Mukuro was never a kind person to people he believed had no significance to him. So without further ado, she prayed silently, that he wouldn't hurt her.
Hospitals were uncomfortable and from the other rooms she heard people screaming, and it hurt her ears. The hospital wanted her to stay overnight to make sure her sprain wasn't actually broken bones. So as of now, she was waiting to be moved into a hospital bed. The doctors passed her a crutch and bowed apologetically to her when she entered the room. Laid on the floor were a couple of other patients, each of them lying under the feet of someone she recognised. It was the prefect from her school, the one that took school discipline too far, not that it ever bothered her. She blinked at him, and he smirked at her maliciously, as if he was trying to scare her. She didn't have time for this, so she ignored him and went over to her bed, resting on it soundlessly.
"Make a sound while I sleep herbivore, and I'll bite you to death," in reply she just gave him a snarky thumbs up before shutting her eyes. She had no time to focus on the frightening prefect who didn't scare her; right now she just wanted to think about Nagi. She opened her eyes for a brief second to see the prefect still awake and stroking a little bird in his hands. Where had that come from? That didn't matter though. The door pulled open and in came her mother, who took one look at the notorious prefect and blanched, silently passing her daughter certain things.
"Thank you," her mother nodded before getting out of there. He wasn't that scary, come on. Pineapple juice, her mother had brought her pineapple juice, grabbing the straw she popped it in and slurped.
Pineapples…why did that remind her of Nagi? Nagi had that weird hairstyle too. Almost like a pineapple…didn't that boy have that too? What had she called him again?
"Mu-Mu-Mukuro-sama, that's it," the room fell deathly silent now and she gazed up to feel the presence of another dangerously close.
"Yes?" she verbalised, taking in the sight of the prefect, hovering above her, as if cloudy skies and thunder clouds were forming around his head.
"What did you just say?" the said prefect snapped, and Midori looked up at him apathetically.
"Why? What is it to you?"
"Just tell me herbivore."
"Mukuro-sama."
The cloudy sky like aura had got larger and she started to scowl at it in return.
"How do you know that name?"
"He exists."
"Tell me how you know that name?" the prefect growled and Midori almost wanted to hug the prefect.
"This Mukuro, does he happen to have, heterochromatic eyes?" she questioned, and the prefect's eyebrows narrowed even more, indicating the possibility that she was correct.
"How do you know him?"
He existed. She wasn't dreaming. He was real, and the prefect's actions and words were proof.
"Mr Prefect, I would like to thank you," she said monotonously like always, but a smirk graced her lips now, causing the prefect to stare intrusively for mere seconds, "What do you know of this Mukuro?"
"I asked you first."
"Very well, I met him yesterday, whilst searching for a friend, my friend calls him her saviour, and in order to find this friend…I needed to know yesterday wasn't a dream.
"And so, I ask again, what is this Mukuro like? I only met him briefly." And in those brief minutes she had wanted to beat his brains to a pulp, her looks and thoughts matching the prefect opposite her.
"He is an insufferable bastard and a cheater." And now she knew. He really did exist; it also meant that she didn't want Nagi anywhere near him.
Looking at the clock in the room and then towards the prefect, she yawned loudly.
"It's bedtime, right?" the prefect looked towards the clock himself and nodded, placing himself on the bed opposing hers.
"Wake me and I'll bite you to death…and herbivore."
"Yes, Mr Prefect."
"I wish to talk to you about the insufferable bastard in the morning."
"No problem."
'I'll be taking you back Nagi-chan.'
A/N: Holy crap in a teacup, I wrote a chapter. As of this moment if you're a Mukuro fangirl Midori might seem insufferable but she will change. Once she gets to know said pineapple haired illusionist. Anyways sorry if the chapter was crappy, reviews would be nice. Now I'm off to watch X-Men and then cut the grass. See ya.
