Chap. 2: The Devil

A/N: hope you enjoy! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!


He was running fast. His breathing was ragged but he can't afford to stop.

The blue haired boy ran as the men with bloody hands reached out for him.

'NO! Stay away from me!' he screamed in fear and ran even faster. It was pure darkness. The boy was very afraid. They will do experiments on him again and he will die again another very painful death.

'No…please…' he pleaded as he reached a dead end. The men grinned maliciously and pinned him forcefully against the wall. They started to inject a syringe on him as he watched in horror.

'NOOOOOOOO!'

He felt his body go still and limp. He slowly became numb…

He saw darkness…

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He lost consciousness.

The blue haired man's eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing a red and a blue eye.

'Not again…' he thought as his hand unconsciously went to his face to touch his red right eye.

Mukuro sat up from lying down. His long blue hair fluttered along as the wind gently brushed against his face. Mismatched eyes looked around, examining the new grounds before him before sighing…

'Oya, oya. Where have I stumbled upon again this time?, he thought as he stood up. He brushed away the imaginary dirt on his long dark coat, embedded with red and silver jewels and silver chains on his shoulders. It was slightly open and held by this black and silver belt by the waist. His hands were covered with half finger black gloves with the same chain and a red jewel was embedded in the center of his gloved hands. He had long black nails and long silver earrings in the shape of wings and a red jewel in the middle. He had silver accessories on his neck as well…

The fields were covered with white flowers except for the spot where he had just awaked from. The ground turned into an ugly shade of black and dark indigo. He shrugged as he looked at it.

It's not like it will wilt. It just turned into someone like me, he thought as he continued to his surveying of the new place before him. There was a lake somewhere not far away. There was also an almost broken sign just behind him.

That must have been the portal where I came from. He chucked inwardly. Kufufufu, I guess I'll try to enjoy this realm then. He thought. The sign read Kokuyo Land.

The bluenette hmm-ed as he took in the view of the almost broken sign. He shrugged and walked away. All the flowers his boots touched as he walked turned into a color of black, if not, dark blue. His presence could have done it but the devil didn't care.

Not far, he spotted a rundown building that that seemed to be filled with light.

Light.

His eyes narrowed slightly before he looked away from the building, resolving to go to the lake instead.

He didn't despise the light. But it frustrates him how the pureness of that light always reminds him…

Always reminds him of how…

Tainted.

He was…

He sighed as he pushed the thought away from his mind. The thought was immediately brought back up to his mind again when he saw white.

A lady in white sitting in front of the lake, hugging her knees. Her hair was that of a beautiful indigo color cascading down her shoulders gracefully. Her skin was pale white and as she looked at her reflection in the water, he caught a glimpse of her eyes that were of the beautiful color of violet hues.

For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen…

But…

She's pure… his other self reminded. Mukuro stiffened at the realization.

"Y-you're right, Rokudo." He said sadly.

Another creature that he would never be able to touch because of that light. He turned to walk away, already deciding to leave the place when…

SPLASH!

He turned again and saw the beautiful creature have fallen in the lake.

Oya, oya? What is she doing? Rokudo mused.

Mukuro immediately ran to the spot where she had fallen and plunged his hand into the water towards where the beautiful creature.

You can't touch her, you do know that.

He ignored the other's warning. Of course he knew. But even if he was a devil, already took the lives of many and destroyed others, the idea of someone dying still weighed heavily on his conscience. One that he had supposedly lost. Yet…

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Here he was, saving the beautiful creature he had just seen.

He could hear his other self sigh in his mind. He also knew that he was smiling.

We really are soft, huh…

"Really, you only just realized huh?" he answered.

Their short conversation was cut when the devil felt a hand grab his, weakly.

A small frail hand…


As he pulled the creature out of the water, a beautiful figure surfaced. He gathered her in his arms and set him in the ground. He studied her closely. She looked much better up close save for her eyes that he couldn't see but was curious on what they looked up close.

He sighed as he gripped a handful of blue hair in frustration. What now?, he thought.

She plunged into the deep darkness, all air drained out of her. Yet here she was having a strange dream…


There was a boy with blue hair and a pair of blue eyes to match it. He looked so happy with a man and a woman.

Presumably his parents…Chrome said, appearing beside her.

'Where are we, Chrome?' Nagi asked. Chrome didn't answer but pressed a hand to her lips. Nodding, both of them watched the scene.

"Mother! Father! Look!" he held out a sketchpad to them. The two adults both took a look and smiled at the boy. The man ruffled his son's hair.

"Nice drawing, Mukuro. It's so beautiful." He said. The boy let out a cheeky grin.

"But why did you decide to draw a picture of three angels, Mukuro-kun?" his mother asked.

Curious, Nagi and Chrome both took a look at the drawing the child drew and both were surprised. There were three angels. But the other had dark wings and there was darkness around it. The figures were drawn with precise the detail, as if the child himself has seen an angel himself and made an exact replica of it. It was also disturbing… the expression that one of the angels and the devil wore.

Both shared a pained filled expression directed at each other. The third angel also had a pained filled smile that was directed at both of them.

The drawing itself looked as if it wanted to share a story.

"I was inspired by a story my friend told me! And the other one's not an angel, mother." the boy said enthusiastically.

"Ho? Is that so? What was the story about? Would you care to share with us, son?" his father asked.

"Of course! Long, long ago, there was a cold and cruel devil…"

The boy's words became muffled until they couldn't be heard anymore… Nagi frowned at this.

'What's happening? Why can't we hear him?' she asked Chrome.

Maybe-

They were taken again to another scene. The place where the happy family was standing a while back was drowned in a sea of flames. The boy's parents lay in a heap of ash before him while the boy looked emotionlessly at them, tears spilling out of his eyes.


"Take the brat and retreat!" a man who held a rifle in hand said to his comrade. The other nodded before grabbing the boy who stayed limp in the man's arms as he ran.

"Why…" the boy said as he looked at the pile of burnt bodies that was once his parents. He held out a hand to them as they went farther and farther away from him. "don't leave me… mother…father…"

The two looked at the scene with horror and pity for the boy. He's too young to be experiencing this… Yet why in the first place did all of this happen?

Once again, the scene disappeared and the two were once again in the dark place they were in a while ago.

It may have appeared we have been inside a memory… Chrome said. Nagi nodded.

'But whose memory is it?' she asked.

Who knows…


The lady stared at the man in front of her, he looked strangely familiar. He looked like the boy in that memory…

Was it his memory?

Her hand reached out to touch the red eye of the man. The man in return stiffened in response. When she touched it, a flash of horrible images of the boy himself played on her mind.

She immediately withdrew her hand with surprise…

The devil also looked bewildered and surprised by her actions but let it off.

I knew it. She's afraid of me…

"Kufufufu, so you're finally awake, angel." He said as he studied the expression the other was portraying. Goodbye, beautiful creature, he thought as he took a step backward and turned to leave.

"Wait! Mukuro-sama!"

The devil stopped midway and blinked in surprise.

"That's your name right?" Nagi asked him.

"Why do you know my name?" the other asked quietly, completely amused at the turn of events. But at the same time, disturbed…

"I…uh…" she answered instead of answering.

"Hmm?"

"The name just crossed my mind but…I don't really know."

His eyes narrowed. Hmm…surely, my name couldn't have reached a place like this. Most likely because there is no one here but her… He thought.

"Then let me introduce myself." He bowed a little and smiled -scratch that- smiled elusively at the lady. "I'm Mukuro Rokudo, just a wandering demon. Yorushiku."


A/N: Remember that it is inspired by Prisoner from Skip beat. I terribly suck at describing their outfits' so I suggest that if you want to see their outfits watch Prisoner. Ciao! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ALL!