Dancing With A Corpse
(III. A Fateful Meeting)
By: Riku~
Pairing: Mukuro x Reader
Disclaimer: Nyaaa, I don't have that pineapple prince so as KHR ^^ and you of course, but I do own the plot~
Warning: OOC~
Beta-ed by: Aku Sakura
A/N: Enjoy^^
He felt it. Someone was staring at him intensely. Mukuro Rokudo knew you had so many questions for him and as he watched the old clock next to the sofa at which he sat at, he couldn't help but stare back at your face.
"What do you want to ask me?" The illusionist asked, smiling in amusement as he saw no expression change on your face.
You opened your mouth to speak, "…Why…didn't you abandon me…as the medicine I'd eaten took its effect back then…"
Still wearing his smile, he responded, "Kufufufu, if I abandoned you back then… I might have lost sight in something interesting which might've happened in the future, kufufufufu~."
Your body twitched after he walked over to you and touched your chin, lifting it up so you could look into his eyes. His touch was as cold as deathly ice, and you couldn't help but admire his bi-colored eyes which you had complimented many times before as being beautiful.
"…I don't know what you see in me…But you can control me as your wish, I…don't really care…" You felt his ghostly touch, knowing how well it felt.
He chuckled again, more darkly this time, "Kufufufu…I really look forward to seeing you under my control…My beautiful statue…Just remember one thin-"
"You'll dispose of me if you see me as a useless doll… I know… I'll provide you with the best entertainment ever…with 'this' power…" You smiled faintly, showing your calmness to the boy in front of you.
"Kufufufu, yes indeed… You really know your role…"Mukuro laughed darkly, it had been a long time since someone amused him so much after Sawada Tsunayoshi. He knew you wouldn't disappoint him.
"My soul is yours… only yours…Mukuro…"
The navy haired man chuckled and gave you his smiling face before he disappeared, changing his vessel to that of Chrome Dokuro.
"Good evening…(y/n)…I'm Chrome Dokuro…" She said with blush, forcing her courage to come only to greet you.
"Good evening…Chrome-chan…" You responded with a smile, simply feeling alone once more.
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As the navy haired man caressed your bruised arm slowly, you stared at him, being completely drowned by his bi-colored eyes. You felt strange as you looked at those eyes. They were so beautiful yet so… Sad?
"Do you want to say something (s/n) (y/n)?" Mukuro didn't even look at you, distracted by your wounds, gently poking them with medicine.
You jumped at the sound of his voice, making the soft cotton which was touching your skin scratch at the bruise. You hissed painfully. "O-ouch… E-ehh…Mm…n-no! I didn't have anything to say…m-my apologies…"
Mukuro let out a small chuckle, finally looking at your (e/c) orbs, "Kufufufu, I don't mind, you can ask."
A blush rose at your cheeks, and you instinctively looked down in embarrassment. You found the man who was sitting beside you on the bed was definitely a fine one. Such a beautiful man who you thought would never exist in any other place than your imagination.
"Umm… w-when…will Chrome…come back?"
"Perhaps in two days… Kufufufu, you've became attached to her haven't you?"
You nodded hesitantly, feeling shy as the man still gripped your small arm, taking care of your bruise and wounds. His fingers were very cold like ice. You secretly wondered if that was because of the cold air… You stayed still, looking down to the bed cover and wondered what kind of job that Chrome would do.
Like having an ability to read people's minds, Mukuro suddenly said, "Chrome is my secretary… we are doing some overseas business…"
You gulped and had cold-sweat all over your head, "O-oh…I see… Um… Why don't you rest? I can take care of myself…"
Mukuro's hand froze; he looked up at you again, "Kufufufu, even after I help you, you order me to leave? What a kind one, kufufufu."
"I d-didn't mean that… I-I mean…you look tired, s-so…you better go take a hot bath and go get some rest…"
"Kufufufufu, now you are worried about me?"
You encouraged yourself to move your other hand that had already been treated by Mukuro over to the back of his hand.
"I really mean it… p-please, go get some rest, Rokudo-san… I'm afraid you'll get sick due to your fatigue…"
A sudden touch to your cheek made you gasp. His finger still felt cold like before. As the blush once again painted your cheeks, you stammered, asking him what he would do. But he only stayed quiet, staring deeply into your eyes.
"Ro-rokudo….-san?" You called, unable to unlock your eyes from his, bewitched by its beauty once more.
"Kufufufu, your eyes seemed to have regained their vision completely, haven't they?" His hand moved from your cheek to your chin, closing the gap between your faces, making your blush darken even further.
You couldn't even answer. The strange feeling from before was still there in your heart, making your heart throb randomly - whether it be because of Mukuro's touch or that strange feeling. But as the time ticked by slowly, you started to see something. A small red dot suddenly appearing at Mukuro's face, like a stain of blood, then it appeared more until the scene became a total red, plain crimson.
Mukuro realized your eyes becoming different like before. They showed fear. He tried to call but you were still dazed, looking straight into his eyes while your fear seemed to increase.
"(S/n) (y/n)…?" Mukuro called again, changing the number in his right eye to one.
You gasped heavily, panting while sucking the surrounding air greedily. "W-what's that… why do I…? R-rokudo-san…a-am I…become crazy? Am I—" Your voice broke into silence, moving your arms to hug yourself.
Mukuro stared at your pathetic self, simply stating, "Good night (s/n) (y/n)…"
After finishing his words, he caught your limp body in his arms. You were asleep, with a tear sitting in the corner of your eye.
Rokudo Mukuro yawned, stretching his arms and then taking a glance at the table clock on his bedside table. It was still morning. As he sat up, the sheet which was covering his body fell to his stomach, uncovering his half naked body. He wondered why was he getting up early, especially considering he had been very tired yesterday. Using all that power in a single day was hard work.
He sighed then stood up, opening the curtains allowing the sun's ray to glimmer on his godly thin body before heading to the bathroom near his room with only an unbuttoned jeans clinging to his skin. After he changed his appearance to his usual neat one, he went to the kitchen, wondering what the refrigerator would provide for his breakfast today.
The illusionist froze his step when he saw you there, flipping the nearly cooked pancake on the pan while wearing a laced apron. He tried to resist the temptation to hug you as your smell deftly entered his nostrils. Then Mukuro proceeded to the dining table, trying to make as little sound as possible as to not surprise you too much, but found himself a little shocked himself when you turned around suddenly holding a plate of pancakes in a single hand.
"Good morning Rokudo-san, would you like some?" You smiled sheepishly, still feeling embarrassed from yesterday's event.
He wondered if you had forgotten the hallucination you had seen yesterday, but decided to not talk about that, "Kufufufu, I'd like some. Can you pour some chocolate syrup on top of it?" Mukuro pulled the chair and seated himself there.
"Sure!" You placed the plate on the table and went to the refrigerator to get the syrup before you poured it on top of the pancake as he had requested. "I don't know if this will please your appetite, but please try it."
"Kufufufu, I'm not a choosy eater (s/n) (y/n)." The navy haired man sliced a piece of the pancake and politely tasted it. He recognised the taste as the one from the many times before that you had cooked for him.
You pulled the chair in front of Mukuro and seated yourself there. You placed your chin on your palms and stared happily at the man in front of you who seemed to be enjoying the pancake happily.
"Umm, Rokudo-san?" You called right after he finished eating.
"Yes?"
"Can I go out today? The girls invited me to go out…"
"Why do ask me? Kufufufu~."
"Uhh, well… I'm planning to go searching for a small apartment and looking for a part time job too… so maybe I could get your permission…umm…"
"I don't mind. Kufufufu~, but due to Sawada Tsunayoshi's request to provide our hospitality for you, I must disagree with that."
"E-ehh? But I don't want to trouble you…"
"I don't really mind, kufufufu."
"W-well, at least I could do some housework, i-is that okay?"
"Kufufufu, do I have to repeat?"
"A-ah, my apologies Rokudo-san." You blushed, embarrassed by your idiotic self.
"Kufufufu, thanks for the meal (s/n) (y/n)…" Mukuro wiped his mouth and stood up, chuckling darkly as he wanted to leave the room.
He stopped when you called for him. When he turned towards you, you were staring at the ground, slightly blushing, "R-rokudo-san….call me (s/n)… U-um…s-since it was to—"
Mukuro's infamous laugh cut your words. He proceeded out after giving you a mischievous smile, leaving you speechless inside the eating room.
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Hanging out with the girls that day had really brightened your mood. The girls had been kind and funny at the same time, always succeeding in making you laugh. They had even taken you to several cake shops – apparently being the girls' hobby since ten years ago – and now you were all at the boutique.
Holding a sexy gown with a very low cut at the cleavage, Bianchi smiled to you, "(Y/n), this will suit you. Want to try this?"
You sweat-dropped, quickly lifting both of your hands and waving them, politely refusing, "A-ah, Bianchi-san….I think that's…err….too, umm…" You looked at the stand on your left, quickly taking one of the dresses and showed it to the beautiful older woman in front of you, "T-this will do!"
All eyes stared at the dress, questioning your choice and looked straight into your eyes, confusedly. You felt something was wrong with your choice as even Haru dazed at it. Hesitantly, you took a look at the dress and found yourself surprised.
The dress was…worse than the one Bianchi had showed to you. It was a Lolita dress with a mini skirt and a corset top, which meant it was like the one they sold in the porn sites! You flustered and put it back to the hanger then proceeded to another area with I-pin patted your back, giggling caringly.
"By the way (y/n)-san, it's been a long time since you wore these kind of clothes!" I-pin exclaimed, tapping her chin and looking up, remembering something. You were wearing a white summer dress with brown vest and navy ankle-high boots. According to Chrome they were yours but you weren't too sure.
Haru looped to you from your back, cutely said, "Hahii! Haru has never seen (y/n)-chan wear white before, except your uniform!"
"E-ehh? Really?" You asked hesitantly, trying to remember the uniform, but alas nothing came to your mind.
"Speaking of uniform…" All eyes looked at Bianchi who was holding a set of clothes, "Try this (y/n), I'm sure you'll like this."
After all the commotion to persuade you to change, you finally gave up and tried the clothes on while the others seemed to be so enthusiastic about what would you would look like. You popped out your head from behind the curtain of the changing room, blushing lightly. With a little 'push' from the girls, you came out hesitantly, blushing even more darkly.
Kyoko clapped her hands and smiled widely, eyes brightened seeing your form, "(Y/n)-chan! You are so cute!"
"Hahii! Haru is very delighted to see (Y/n)-chan wearing the uniform!" Haru laughed happily.
"It really feels nostalgic!" I-pin added, happily approaching you.
"Hmm… that mini skirt is the extra point; I should say this one suited you more." Bianchi complimented, smiling calmly and began to talk about women's weapon to make boys kneel down.
"U-umm…Can I….visit the school? I…eh…maybe can remember something nostalgic…umm…" You rubbed the nape of your neck with one hand whilst playing with the end of the skirt with your other.
"Of course!" All of them said in unison and then looked at each other. They began laughing as they realised they had all thought the same thing. You smiled at them. Maybe they really were very good friends of yours since they were so caring. But… it still felt like they were strangers…
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"Everyone will mistake you as the student here, (y/n)-chan!" Kyoko giggled, teasing you who now had a blush on your cheeks once more.
Just like she had said, you were still wearing the uniform (white shirt, black wool vest, grey skirt and red ribbon). They had insisted on making you wear it and threw your former clothes in the bag. To make things worse, they paid for it even though you said that you didn't need it and that if you must buy it you'd pay for it yourself.
"It's been a long time since we visited here… Umm…can we enter?" I-pin asked, tangling your arm with hers.
"Haru thinks its okay! Why don't we enter?" Haru pushed you to the gate of Namimori High School. Suddenly a violet flash appeared in front of you and you saw a pair of steel tonfas being pointed at you.
"No trespassing even though you are a former student of Namimori High School… Leave immediately or I'll bite you to death…" The man said, still pointing the tonfas.
Haru shrieked and moved back, feeling slightly guilty for making you confront with the Demon of Namimori. But they felt strange to see that you didn't even flinch or move. Were you so confused that you couldn't even move? No, you were staring right in his eyes. Hibari's icy cold eyes.
You broke the silence, still locking your eyes with the raven haired man while asking, "Have we…met before?"
To Be Continued