Reaper: : D THANK YOU ALTERNATIVE ANGEL FOR THE THEME~! YOU GUYS ROCK! Also, thank you everyone who has been reviewing. By the way, I might add a little extra chapter to show what some of our other characters have been writing for the essays we've had so far~ YAY FOR HIBARI'S ESSAYS OF GODNESS~! : D
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"Reborn-san, why are you here?" Chrome jumped a little when she had first seen the baby, but now she was questioning his appearance to her…home.
"Chrome-chan, I'm here for a favor from you and Mukuro," Reborn spoke and presented to her two pieces of blank paper and only one pencil.
"I want you and Mukuro to write me an essay," he explained and Chrome couldn't help but stare at him like he was crazy. I mean, who wouldn't when a Spartan baby (who could very well ask you to kill someone) pops up to ask you to write an essay. It wasn't normal.
"No, it is perfectly normal. I read that writing essays help you get in touch with yourself more and it also shows other people the other sides to you. Since I'm in charge of bringing this family up properly, I thought this mental exercise would be perfect. So, please agree to it. After you write your essay, you can let Mukuro write his," Reborn explained and Chrome thought for a moment, wondering what Mukuro-sama's answer was.
"Kufufufu~ its fine my Chrome~. Let the Arcobaleno have his fun," Mukuro told her through their mental link. Chrome looked at Reborn, who was awaiting her answer, and she nodded her head.
"Alright. The theme for the essay is Fondest Memory, okay?" Reborn asked and Chrome nodded. Chrome suddenly wondered where Ken and Chikusa were.
"Don't worry about them….they are taking a nap….a long nap," Reborn said with a smile. Chrome's eye widened and she thought of everything the Spartan Baby could do.
"Begin," he spoke and handed Chrome the essay paper and the pencil. Chrome paused. What was a fond memory she had?
"Kufufufu, I can think of one," Mukuro whispered to her, making her eye widened again. Of course~!
I don't have a lot of good memories from my life, since my parents barely even recognized me to be alive. But, after I got in a car accident, loosing my internal organs and my right eye, I found that life was full of fond memories.
Mukuro-sama was the first person to hold out a hand to me, to smile at me, to call me by my name. He was the first person to shine light on my dark world. My fondest memory is meeting Mukuro-sama.
Mukuro-sama gave me a reason to live. He gave me new-found hope that life wasn't as twisted and hellish as I thought it was. Mukuro-sama gave me a new name, a new identity, a new life to live. He gave me a smile to wear, a blush to burn, and friends to cherish.
Mukuro-sama let me live again. He helped my heart beat. Before I met him, I was nothing but an empty shell, wondering throughout the days. I gave up on living, knowing that my parents could care less if I was alive or dead.
But, Mukuro-sama saved me. He introduced me to Ken and Chikusa. He let me be a important person towards the Boss. I became a Guardian. I grew stronger. I was able to meet Kyoko-chan, I-Pin, and Haru-chan. I was able to learn to laugh.
Mukuro-sama is my guardian Angel. He gave my my memories. He filled my memories with happiness and light.
My fondest memory is meeting Mukuro-sama, because without meeting him, I wouldn't be here.
Chrome stopped writing and handed Reborn her essay as well as bidding him a farewell. Soon, mist circled around her figure and a bone-chilling laugh could be heard in her place as her eye patch slipped off and her skirt formed to pants.
Mukuro stood in her place, a smile on his face.
"So, a childish essay is what you called me out for? Hm. Kufufufu, alright. I will write the essay. But, when I am done you are to not let anyone, and I mean ANYONE, read it," Mukuro warned and Reborn nodded his head, smile in place.
Reborn handed him the paper and the pencil and watched as Mukuro gained a thoughtful expression.
My fondest memory….Ah, I don't really have fond memories. Maybe one or two. One of my fondest memories, Kufufufu, is meeting MY Chrome. Chrome, so innocent and sweet. When I first meet her, I was somewhat surprised that she could hear my voice with her being in such a state. Her name had been Nagi, and she was a neglected poor girl.
I had given her a chance to live again and she took it, only hesitating for a second. That is when we met, and my gateway to freedom was opened.
I don't really have any negative feelings for the girl. On the contrary, I have only positive. Chrome, the naïve girl, can act as obvious as she wishes, but we both know why I care for her.
My fondest memory, still, was meeting her. She showed me that even those who had hell brought on them can still smile after all the pain they went through. I would be lying if I said I wasn't protective for her. I care for her.
She is my possession.
My fondest memory is meeting Chrome, because she became my only ray of hope in my watery prison.
Mukuro dropped his pencil with a fluid flick of his wrist and smirked at Reborn before mist eloped him, turning him into Chrome. Chrome blinked.
"A-ano, is that all you needed from us?" Chrome asked, shifting from one foot to the other. Reborn smiled.
"That's all. Thank you," Reborn spoke, took the papers, and jumped out the window.