Author's Note: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and the characters are copyrighted to Akira Amano.

Influenced by a bit of the manga closer to the end, a bit of nudity, and drama, so this is T.

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As I lay here, on the cold asphalt, I can't help but be scared. I mean, a moment ago, I was only trying to help that poor cat try to make its way across the street. And the next, something hit my stomach. I thought it was a person, accidentally bumping into me. You know, like on the walkway. So I was going to say excuse me, but...I couldn't. I felt so weak. And I smelt blood. I thought that was weird, since bumping into a person shouldn't cause me to bleed, but then...

I was on the ground, in my own blood, just laying there. I remember no pain. Just, being there. My eye felt weird, and my stomach felt numb as well. And, here we are, back to where I get scared.

"M...m..mommy..." I whisper, blood blocking my voice from being heard. I gurgled, a pathetic little noise. I soon began to cry. Because, I knew that in all actuality, Mommy didn't care. She never has and she never will. My stepfather was all the same. The kids at school, even the teachers who knew I was the best in class. I was a shadow, an unimportance in EVERYBODY'S life.

That's when I started to get angry. All of this hatred poured into my heart and I shut my eyes at the pain this anger brought. These people, humans, they're just disgusting. Letting someone rot from the inside out, tearing you up inside. I always felt lonely and it bothered me on occasion, but when I saw them for who they really were, I couldn't help but be sick. I gritted my blood stained teeth and I curled into a little pathetic ball.

As my last effort of moving was exhausted, I felt my body become weaker and weaker. I heard muffled sounds around me, and I was not too sure what was going on. I think someone called an ambulance. Perfect. Why couldn't they just let me die? I mean, I'm NOTHING.

But, something, deep within my mind, stirred me. It was a boy's voice. Laughing.

"Kufufufufufu," he said.

What a strange laugh, I thought to myself. But I couldn't help being intrigued my it. It sounded so warm and inviting. My heart jumped at the sound, thudding in my chest. I was surprised because I thought I was at my limit.

It was a dream, I don't know what happened after those sounds died away. But all I wanted to do was reach out and find that voice. Find the body it belonged to. So, I pulled myself, through darkness and hell.

Hell is interesting. There were so many images. Six to be exact. And...I was disturbed.

As I moved towards the beautiful voice, I first found myself floating. Downwards. It was cloudy and mysterious. I felt cold and scared. W-what's happening? Laughter. Not like the one from before. They dripped with slime, and they told me stories. Told me how I was pathetic, unnoticed, a FAILURE. Things I knew, I so knew, but I couldn't help but grab my head and scream. Those voices, wrapping around me a million times over...

Make it stop! Make it stop! I pleaded. It felt hot, like I was seeping through lava. I felt my skin burn, I twisted and moved, and I sunk deeper, and deeper until...

I landed in black.

It does sound odd, right? But there I was, on the solid ground, unharmed. No burns on my skin, no voices cackling at me. Nothing. I opened my eyes and sat up, curious of to where I was. I turned and I saw animals. Hundreds, and thousands of animals. My eyes widened at the sight.

Deer, Panthers, Snails, Jellyfish, Giraffes, and even, cats. I couldn't help but cry when I saw the little black cat from before. I got up, stumbled to the cat and fell on my knees. Scooping up the thing, I burried my face into its belly and said,

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

It mewled at me and then lifted its head. I followed, watching as all of the animals ran. Even the cat jumped and fled. And as I squinted my eyes to see, I found snakes. Hundreds of them, slithering to me. They were menacing, scary, and, bewitching. I was frozen as they moved around me, slithered onto my legs and wrapped around me. It wasn't painful, but as their golden eyes stared into mine, I felt their venom already piercing my heart.

But then everything felt like it moved. And next thing I knew, I was on the ground, crippled by pain. It felt nothing like I have felt before. It was constant, rapidly stabbing everywhere. Most mostly, my stomach and eye. Why...why are they hurting me? Why so much my stomach and eye? Little did I know that I was in surgery at that time, with doctors furiously trying to piece my organs and eye back together.

As before, everything moved and soon, nothing. I was floating in nothing. Compared to everything else, this I feared the most. I thought I was lost, because literally, nothing was there. I was nothing, there was nothing. I couldn't scream, move, because I felt invisible. Such a fear compared to the pain before, I preferred that over this...

But then I found myself in water. I saw a blue glow light up the black as I lay there, surrounded by beautiful, clear, blue liquid. It was cold, but inviting. I sighed and closed my eyes, and let myself relax in the water. And soon, I smelt lotus flowers. That they were delectable, this smell. Nothing like I have smelt before. I was introduced to so much here, in this dream. But what did it all mean? But then, something interrupted me.

"They say she lost her right eye and most of her organs. That she won't make it"

"Hey now, they said that they could save her if they have a doner."

"I am NOT cutting up my body for the girl! A child!"

"Hush, she'll hear you!"

"No she won't, she's in the ICU, she can't hear us."

I open my eyes and I find myself in the hospital, machines beeping around me, and myself in my bed, naked, not even a hospital gown covering me. I suppose that's logical, my stomach is bandaged and needs to be seen but...

"I can't believe I heard them," I say.

And then, as teared came to my eyes---I mean...eye...one..eye...I realized. This was the worst place out of all of them. I hated it. Someone, take me out of here. Anyone!

"My dear, as one cycle ends, another begins. That's how it goes."

"W-what?"

As I felt my eyes close, I was sent to another place. It was beautiful. Lush green grass, healthy trees, a clear river, flowers around me. I sat up in my bed and I saw him.

I can't describe how he looks because he is flawless. Blue hair flowing gently in the warm breeze, pale, olive toned skin, a clean white shirt, black dress pants, long, slender feet, and...his face. It was entrancing. His full lips, perfect nose, wonderful smile, wide forehead, and, eyes. His eyes. One was a beautiful ocean blue, and the other, blood red. They pulled me in, and I felt my pulse race. He was...

"Ah, it seems you have found me. I was wondering what that was before. It seems you have found yourself going through the six hells. How rare," he told me. His voice was like a symphony.

"Hells? There are many?" I ask.

"Kufufufu! You're adorable with those questions! But yes, there are six. The first one consists of illusions, designed to put you in an eternal hell of pain and suffering; of images unimaginable. The second is flowers. Roses display that hell wonderfully. They're luscious, but so dangerous."

As he spoke, I drew myself from my bed. My hair moved in front of my right eye as I shifted from the bed to the grass. When my feet touched the ground, I felt so comforted. I looked at him, and I couldn't help but move myself closer.

"The third," he continued, "was Animals. They're primitive yet dazzling, don't you think? Having their own defenses. My personal favorite are snakes. Such wondrous creatures, but misunderstood. The fourth, was pain. Every hell has its special pain, but this one in particular, is physical. It is so excruciating, that no being trapped there would ever survive. The sixth, is nothing. It is one of the darkest because there is absolutely nothing there. That alone can cripple someone's mind."

I was so close to him. But I kept my distance. Only a few feet away, I looked into his eyes, completely drawn in by this boy.

"Why did you skip the fifth one? You did skip one."

"Ahh, my little doll, that is because you experienced it all of this time."

"I beg your pardon?"

"My dear, you see," he said, reaching a hand to my face and stroking my cheek gently, "the fifth hell, the most dangerous, painful, unbearable hell, is the realm of humans. And, judging by these scars, you, like me, have been treated to a life of suffering by the pieces of trash we call humans."

I stare at him, confused, but...he understood me. A person, just like me, but was he a person? He seemed more like my savior. I could almost cry. I desperately wanted to touch him, and run my fingers through his hair. Is this was love was like? I couldn't believe I was in front of this boy, naked, exposed, vulnerable and wanting to touch him.

"But, perhaps you are of use to me. After all, we are so alike. I would be foolish to let you slip away. I could help you, make you whole again. Make it so you won't live in hell anymore."

"I trust you," I say, undoubted by my words, "I want to help you."

"I will do the same for you."

And, he held out his hand. I wasn't hesitant when I took it. It was warm, so warm. He pulled me in, held me, so gently, and kissed me. I wasn't scared, I wasn't afraid, and I wasn't alone. His lips against mine was nothing I have ever dreamed of. I felt accepted, wanted, and loved. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and held on to him. He was my new beginning.

He pulled away, resting his forehead on mine, grinning.

"Kufufufu, that was interesting."

"That was my first kiss," I blurted.

"Mine as well," he answered back.

"May I ask what your name is?"

"My name is Rokudo Mukuro."

"Mukuro...Mukuro-sama."

" 'sama'? Kufufufu, and what is yours?"

"huh?" I asked.

"Your name, my dear."

"Nagi."

"Nagi, such a plain name. However, it will be mine forever."

I didn't understand at the time, but after that, he was the only person who called me Nagi ever again. Not that I minded, I never wanted anyone to say it again. Only he was allowed to. But, as he said, another cycle ended. Nagi, was dead. Or at least, most of Nagi. The fraction of Nagi that was left was the piece that Mukuro-sama owned. And I allowed that. Because, now I began a new life. My life as Dokuro Chrome.

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The tale of Nagi, hope you liked it!