Disillusionednight here.
Sorry this came out so late...it's been a month? Or two. My parents thought it'd be good motivation to take my computer away from me, seeing that I got a B on one of my finals...=w=^ And then they had to password protect all the computers so I couldn't get on to type anything. Bleh.
Faint steam rose from the coffee, filling Lenire's nose and fogging her glasses. She was sitting at her desk, preparing for her newest patient, another member of the Vongola. Quietly, Lenire hoped that the next person wouldn't be as…violent as Hibari. Shifting through the last of her papers, Lenire glanced toward her new door as knock sounded.
"Come in," Lenire said, her warm voiced easily sounding on the other side of the door. Lenire took a last glance at her papers before putting them away, slipping them into their respective places in the drawer. But Lenire froze momentarily as she saw a snake slithering out, towards her hand.
Pushing her chair back and against the wall with sudden force, Lenire's emerald green eyes stared at the dark green snake smoothly make its way out of the drawer. Raising her eyes to ask for help from her visitor, Lenire froze once more as she met Mukuro's mismatched ones. Suspiciously, Lenire glanced back and forth between the hissing reptile and new patient. Flinching as the snake shot towards her, Lenire withheld a shriek.
But before the snake could reach Lenire, it burst into powdery fragments that became suspended in the air. It had a faint hue of indigo and warily, Lenire sighed. She opened her mouth to say something to Mukuro but quickly shut it as she saw Mukuro smirk.
"Did you do that?" Lenire asked, frowning. All she got in return was a chuckle as Mukuro moved to sit down in a plush chair that on the opposite side of Lenire's desk. "I have a jokester here," Lenire mentally thought as she quickly took out a black notebook and pen.
In the clearest tone she could manage, Lenire began to ask questions and much to her pleasant surprise, Mukuro answered all of them. Her voice was warm and smooth but laced in with it was one of caution. Lenire wasn't sure if Mukuro was going to hurt her as Hibari did. The gleam in his eyes made Lenire shiver slightly and she couldn't help but to wonder what Mukuro was thinking about. The files had clearly stated that Mukuro was dangerous and tricky, a combination that Lenire disliked greatly. It always seemed that those kinds of people tried hard to build a reputation but always gave up too easily. But as soon as the others dropped their defenses, people like Mukuro would be plotting for revenge.
Breaking the sudden silence, Mukuro knocked his hand on Lenire's desk, catching her attention. Looking up from her paper, she gave him a questioning look. "Yes?" she asked carefully, hiding her suspicion.
Chuckling, Mukuro straightened up, resting his head on his hand, which now rested on the armrest. "Just curious, but what exact purpose am I here for?"
Lenire blinked at him, tilting her head in confusion for a moment. "Did Reborn not tell you?" She purposely answered Mukuro's question, trying to draw him into the conversation. It had hit her earlier that even though Mukuro answered the question, it was the only thing he did. So Lenire decided she would try to catch Mukuro's attention.
And Lenire did catch Mukuro's attention, quickly in the matter of fact. Acting uninterested, Mukuro raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What does the baby have to do with this?"
Behind the desk, where Mukuro couldn't see, Lenire's foot twitched slightly. Mukuro had finally shown interest and Lenire wanted to keep it as long as possible. "What good is it for you to know?" she questioned, trying to keep the teasing smile off her face.
Leaning forward, Mukuro grinned. The woman in front of him was answering all his questions with more questions. "A witty one? She'll be fun to play with." Mukuro secretly relished the chance to banter with someone. The people that surrounded him, both the Vongola tenth and his own followers were too…dim witted to provide any sort of intellectual argument. "It never hurts to know, does it?" Mukuro whispered, his voice sending chills down Lenire's back.
Blinking her eyes, Lenire could've sworn she saw a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision. Abut another chuckle from Mukuro cut her train of thought off and Lenire turned her attention back to Mukuro. Clearing her throat, Lenire explained to Mukuro carefully.
"It never hurts to know, correct," Lenire said, nodding her head slowly. "If you really want to know…" Then she trailed off, her emerald eyes quickly glancing at Mukuro to see his fingers twitching slightly. "You're here for being manipulative, self-centered, exceedingly eccentric, and possessive." As she listed the reasons, Lenire ticked them off with her fingers, her gaze set on thin air.
In front of her, Mukuro's eyes flickered with irritation before being hidden. He couldn't deny anything he was being accused of and kept his mouth shut. Lenire gave him a warm grin that glazed over a satisfied one.
Aware that Mukuro's irritation was stirred, Lenire still pressed on so she could finish with Mukuro paying attention. " Personally, I believe we should work on your manipulative qualities. But then again, that is what makes you a good Mafioso, right?"
As soon as the last word came out of her mouth, Lenire felt the air around her heat up unnaturally. Sighing, Lenire stopped talking to ask Mukuro if he was doing anything regarding to the sudden change in her office when she caught a glimpse of something dark green and scaly.
Expecting another small snake, Lenire turned her head to find a snake. But this one was different from the one that slithered out of her drawer. It was not short and slender like a string of rope, but thick and long like a tree limb. This time, Lenire let out feeble yelp of fright as it quickly made its way towards her. A pink forked tongue continued to flicker out of its mouth and as it almost reached Lenire, she shot backwards, still in her seat.
Flames began to rise from the wooden boards as Mukuro regarded Lenire bitterly. "I, in no case, am a Mafioso." But Lenire was too busy scrambling out of her seat, away from the orange and yellow flames that licked her chair. Every few moments, Lenire threw a panicked and accusing glare at Mukuro, trying to make him stop his illusions.
"What's wrong?" Mukuro asked in false concern as he watched Lenire reel back from the flames. He didn't bother to hide the amused look in his eyes, even letting out a chuckle.
Glaring at Mukuro, Lenire made a sudden leap over her desk, landing clumsily. Where she landed had no flames and now, Lenire was standing next to Mukuro with a sour look as she tried to compose herself. Shrugging, Mukuro flicked his wrist once and the flames extinguished, leaving floorboards in perfect condition. Meanwhile, the snake slithered into a shadow and disappeared.
"Have enough fun yet?" Lenire managed to speak in a warm voice but her words were sarcastic.
Giving a satisfied smirk, Mukuro nodded and motioned for Lenire to sit down. With false sincerity, he apologized, making Lenire mentally frown. After a moment of staring at Mukuro, Lenire finally asks, "Are you a sadist too?"
Tense silence fills the air as Mukuro's grin twitched downwards. Mukuro opened his mouth to reject the idea but paused as he realized he could be a sadist. In seeing this, Lenire picked up her pen and notebook once more to record Mukuro's reaction.
Setting down the writing utensil, Lenire turned her attention back to Mukuro. There were no signs of worry on Lenire's face but she was really irritated. Mukuro wasn't violent so she wasn't afraid of pain but the illusions Mukuro already casted insulted her. Was she really that easy to scare, even when she had deal with men thrice his weight?
Silently debating in her head, Lenire chose to pick a file off her desk to read. Flipping the pages quickly, Lenire sent an apologetic smile to Mukuro as she turned back to the file.
"In the past, Mukuro has had six therapists. However, they only became a 'toy' for him. Whatever is done with him next is recommended to keep him in his own mind where he cannot hurt anyone."
The tidbit of information made Lenire sigh lightly, causing Mukuro to raise his eyebrow in a questioning manner. With a wave of her hand, Lenire dismissed it and she thought of something. Propping her head on her desk, Lenire trained her eyes on Mukuro, a grin spreading on her lips. In response, Mukuro leaned forward in his seat, expecting something.
In a low and mysterious manner, Lenire began to speak. "Mukuro. I know how you enjoy manipulating people on a large scale while hurting them, and then tossing them to the side. But isn't it difficult to do that in your mind? Wouldn't it be easier to have a physical way to do it?"
Sounding very bored, Mukuro muttered, "That's what illusions are for." Ignoring him, Lenire continued on, leaning forward, towards Mukuro.
"Do you know what voodoo dolls are?" she asked, her grin becoming tinged with fake darkness. Staring at her, Mukuro blinked a few times, pausing to decide how to answer the question. Finally, Mukuro opened his mouth, carefully replying 'yes', unsure what Lenire was leading to.
Pulling open a drawer, Lenire kept her eyes on Mukuro's curious look and fished out a small rag doll that had sharp silvery eyes and a recognizable red arm band. Tossing it carefully to Mukuro who caught it easily, Lenire inched back into her seat, removing her arms from the hard wooden desk. "This voodoo doll is genuine, as a friend made it for me. It can't actually manipulate a person completely but can cause some major discomfort."
Instantly, a childish grin spread on Mukuro's face. "So your meaning is, I can hurt this person without even possessing him?" Smiling warmly, Lenire nodded. "But what would be the fun of having only one"
"Not a problem," Lenire said, her kind smile not matching the topic they discussed. "I can always go and make more. As long as you have something from the person, you can manipulate their body no matter how far they are or how much protection they have." Mentally, Lenire was cheering. According to Reborn, it didn't matter what method she used to "make Mukuro less insane". And besides, the voodoo dolls didn't do as much damage as Mukuro would like. It would really be in his head.
Slipping out of her thoughts, Lenire nervously waited for Mukuro's response. Folding her hands on her lap, Lenire wove her fingers together as she watched Mukuro's slender finger pick up Hibari Doll's left hand, twisting it violently. After hearing a satisfying snap, Mukuro grinned darkly.
"Can I get more?" he asked eagerly, stuffing the doll into his pocket. Lenire nodded quickly, taking another notebook out to write what Mukuro thought was a reminder for more voodoo dolls. In reality, however, Lenire was writing down her observations of Mukuro quickly. She was satisfied Mukuro would leave others alone, but for how long, she didn't know.
Getting up, Mukuro didn't bother to wait for Lenire to say anything. His grin was uncharacteristically bright as hit the floor with his trident, disappearing in the mist. Shooting up, Lenire winced as she slammed the desk with her hands. "Hey!" she yelled. "Come back in two days! Okay?" For moments, she stood there, glancing around her room waiting for Mukuro or his illusions to pop out at her. Much to her relief, nothing happened, except for a dark and excited chuckle that sent chills down Lenire's spine.
