Well, here we are! The second part of 'In Death We are Bound'!

I really hated writing this chapter. I felt like I didn't do the event justice, but I couldn't really figure out a way to make it better so I'm posting it and asking you what you think about it. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Violence

Disclaimer: I don't own! Happy now?

A boy sat, straight and proud on a bed. Most would call his expression kind, but some would be able to see the evil glint in his two heterochromatic eyes. He sat with his back straight, and head held tall. His lips were pulled into a gentle smile. His blue hair was clean and brushed and put up into a pineapple shape, and his two eyes, one red one blue, shone with life. He wore clean clothes that the family had provided him; a white shirt and brown pants.

All in all, the boy was forgettable. He wasn't too different from the many other children that the famagilia had rescued. The boy was mature for his age, but that was to be expected for a child that had lived as he had. The boy, however, hid within him powers and abilities that swirled like a storm and was only kept at bay by a mind that was rivaled by few. And now, thanks to the Master of Death, that boy could use those powers to do whatever he wished. And the boy's hatred, still ever present in the boy's mind, helped him come up with his plot.

Mukuro Rokudo was 12 years old when he killed an entire famagilia. Mukuro Rokudo was 12 years old when he was captured by the Vindice for breaking the mafia rules. And Mukuro Rokudo was 12 when he died for the second time.

…

Lord Hadrian James Potter-Prevell-Black was a happy man. He had made a good choice in helping the boy he had found in a cage two years ago. He was certain the boy would provide ample entertainment for decades to come. He was looking forward to seeing what the boy was planning, seeing as not even he was privy to what the boy was thinking.

He always had been rubbish at legitimacy….

But this was curious. Hadrian had helped the boy and his two followers to civilization and watched with interest as the trio was found and taken in by an average sized mafia family. The boy, Mukuro he reminded himself, was plotting something. What, he didn't know. At least…. Not until he saw one Mukuro Rokudo possess Lancia, the strongest man in Northern Italy and kill a few men.

He appeared before the child and smiled at him, "What are you plotting, dear child?"

"Kufufufu… Whatever do you mean, Hadrian?" The boy said, smirking as he did so.

Hadrian stayed quiet for a moment before shaking his head and disappearing once more.

"I look forward to seeing what you have planned…. Mukuro Rokudo."

…

Mukuro looked up at the man in front of him. He was tall and had black hair and dark eyes. His hair was longer than some's and stuck out in the back. He had two scars on one cheek and had a generally scary look on his face despite being a rather kind man. He was dressed in a black suit with a dark grey undershirt and black tie, which would have made him look neat if not for the blood splattered in small dots on the white and the red that stained his hands and dotted his face.

The man frowned at Mukuro, looking slightly frightened, "What did you do to me?" He whispered.

Mukuro felt his lips go up into a smirk, "Kufufufu… What do you mean, Lancia? How could I possibly do something to you?"

Lancia shook his head, "No. You're doing something. I know you are. Question is, why are you doing this?"

Mukuro simply smiled at the man, "I'm doing what needs to be done. Destroying the mafia."

Lancia took a step back, still shaking his head, "No. No no. No no no. I can't let you. I can't let you hurt them anymore!"

Mukuro smiled, "Kufufufu… Hurt them? Me? What are you talking about, Lancia? I'm not the one who hurt them. You are."

The scene around them changed as Lancia's eyes went wider, his hands coming up to grip his face. He screamed as he looked at the bodies of his friends and his family. What did they do to deserve such a thing? They were kind! They took the boys in when they had nowhere else to go. They feed them and clothed them and offered them warm smiles and yet, now they were nothing?

Lancia's vision blurred and the room spun. His felt something move in the back of his mind and felt his eyes glaze over slightly. The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was Mukuro's mocking voice.

"Kufufufu…. Shall we play a game, Lancia?"

It was then that a piece of Mukuro's humanity broke and shattered. It was as he took over Lancia's body that Mukuro died for the second time, and revived coming back a little bit stronger than before.

…

Mukuro in the body of Lancia stood in the middle of another room of corpses. He looked at them with disinterest in his eyes, knowing that this was merely the first stage of destroying the mafia. There would be much more to come. He left the room, smiling to himself as he made his way to the next room, shooting people with Lancia's gun along the way.

Bang One lay dead on the ground.

Bang Another fell to the floor.

Bang Bang Two more joined the rest.

As he walked, he ignored the ever present presence by his side. Hadrian watched Mukuro kill person after person with an odd glint in his eyes. He stayed silent as Mukuro walked, sometimes ran, and fought against the people they came across.

It was only after the two made their way outside, where Ken and Chikusa were waiting with Mukuro's body in tow, that Mukuro acknowledged Hadrian's presence. He raised an eyebrow in Hadrian's direction when the man stopped, staring at a space of forest with a smile growing on his face.

Then he heard it, the sounds of chains rattling as three figures came forward. All three were dressed in black cloaks with feather lining and white bandages covering their face.

"Vindice~" Hadrian whispered, Mukuro being the only one who heard him as everyone present stared at the new arrivals.

"Mukuro Rokudo, Lancia, Chikusa Kakimoto, Ken Joshima. You have broken the Mafia Rules and are to be detained." One of the figures spoke, his voice low and gravelly.

Ken snarled, getting into a fighting stance, "Like hell we are!"

Chukisa, too, pulled out his recently acquired weapons that took the form of yo yo's. Mukuro raised Lancia's gun and pointed it at the figures.

"Kufufufu… Good luck trying." Mukuro said, his lips twisting themselves into a half grimace half smile.

The figure in front bowed its head.

"So be it."

…..

It was a massacre. Mukuro couldn't do anything against the Vindice, he and the others were captured so easily. At one point or another, Mukuro had retreated back into his body and observed his surroundings. The prison was bleak and bare, pipes ran along the walls and moans and screams echoes distantly in the background.

"Welcome to Vindicare." A voice sounded next to him. Mukuro turned to see Hadrian sitting on his new prison bed, smiling at Mukuro with amusement shining in his eyes.

"Lovely place, no?" Hadrian continued, tilting his head to one side.

"Kufufu, I will get out of here, Hadrian." Mukuro said, his irritation at being captured so soon showing through in his voice.

Hadrian went silent for a moment, his face taking on a more serious expression, before he spoke, "Would you like me to help you out of here?"

Mukuro leaned back on his bed and thought about it for a moment. Then he closed his eyes and shook his head, "No. I will break out myself."

And so he did.

(With a few extras in tow)