Chapter 6

Chrysanthemum Burst

Disclaimer: This is merely a story based on KHR, and not from the actual KHR…

Claimer: I did write this story…

Descriptions about this fanfic:

Main Characters:

OC: Yumi

OC: Reika

Mukuro

Minor Characters:

Chikusa

Ken

I will try to update every Friday, plus or minus one day

Please enjoy, and feel free to comment and leave me ideas on how to continue!

[2:55]

"Where are you going?" Reika looked up lazily from the couch to see the boy dressed formally and preparing to exit the house. If he were going to a battle, he'd wear more casual clothes, if he were going to training, he'd bring Reika along. There was something fishy here.

"To see someone." And with that, the door closed with a quiet slam.

To see someone? An unknown pain started grabbing at her heart, and something that she had never experienced popped up. Fear. But what did she fear? Not even she, herself, knew. She sighed and continued staring at the TV. Screen, but couldn't focus. She'd always find herself thinking about that boy again. Mukuro-san.

Would he have a good time—without her? Is he seeing a male or female?

"Arrrgh" Reika threw the pillows on the ground furiously, the rebound of the pillow almost hitting her again. "Stupid boy…" she muttered as she went to change for more pretty clothing, and exited the house immediately. Where she was going to? She sighed, she didn't know either.

But then she thought of the one place that could make her peaceful and calm. The Central Park. It was one of the one place that she could stay without fearing of being hyper fear of getting hurt, any fear at all. She could glance at the small ducks and pigeons crossing her view, she could close her eyes and just feel the small wind breezes cross and sweep all her worries away.

She quickly bought her ticket and began her walk through the park, her hair getting swayed back and forth. She continued down her journey, her feelings and emotions getting better and better, more and more peaceful.

"Mukuro-san!" She suddenly heard the familiar name get shout out, and her emotions that had just been placated burst out once again. Was this girl the person that he was seeing? Seeing nowhere to hide in her location now, she leapt behind a tree and peeked out as if she were just eight and playing a game of hide and seek.

The pineapple hair boy walked into the scene casually with a smile on his face. They began talking, but the wind only covered their voices even more. But Reika didn't give me, she narrowed her eyes and continued staring.

[3:04]

The girl leaned him to give Mukuro a hug. 'He'll reject it. He'll reject it.' Reika could only keep on repeating that to herself. But he didn't. His long arms wrapped around the girl softly, and his mouth began moving again as if coxing her.

Stupid Mukuro. Idiotic Mukuro. Horrible Mukuro!

With what seemed like tears in her eyes, she began shouting, "Mukuro! You stupid Mukuro! You baka! You horrible pineapple fairy!"

She didn't care about the people staring at her as if she were crazy. She couldn't. There were just too many emotions flowing up, too many emotions stopping her from thinking correctly. Outside of the park, she heard what seemed like her name.

"Rei-chan!"

She turned around slowly, not knowing what to expect. That voice was too familiar.

"…"

"Rei-chan, what happened?"

"You stupid bad luck man!" With that, she sniveled and ran out even faster than before. For some reason, she wanted to hear Mukuro shout her name again.

[4:37]

Reika had a pineapple pillow, and was cuddling herself on the couch while the TV kept on mumbling irrelevant and trifling events. With a click, the door opened and the pineapple fairy was there, his face all stern and a bag in his hand.

"For you." He threw the bag on the couch, but didn't move from his position as if expecting something in return from Reika.

"Who cares anymore? You have your dear snack-shack girl! Stop caring for me and leave, me, alone!" Reika turned away from the boy hastily and continued staring at the blank TV screen.

"What does this have anything to do with Yumi? This is about you, acting all weirdly for no reason at all."

"Me? Acting all weirdly?" Reika forced a laugh, "I saw you two, all hugging and you coddling her."

"She's just prey. You should know that, and if you didn't, you don't know me well enough. It was a hug of friendship and rejection. Damn, I thought you were different!" With a grunt, he left the living room as well.

Only…prey? Hug of friendship…? Was it really that simple? Did Reika misinterpret all of it?

Instantly, she felt a big lump forming in her throat, and tears, for unknown reasons, whether of lament or joy, she couldn't tell either. But then she remembered the plastic bag beside her on the couch.

"Gomene…" she muttered as she opened the bag. A pineapple pillow, and sewn on it were the words, "For Rei-chan."

She began sobbing, her shoulders rising and lowering uncontrollably, with small sniffles and snivels.

The man stepped out of the room, a pitiful face for Reika. Perhaps she really misunderstood, and he could never stand women crying. He walked over, sat down right beside her, and placed her head in his chest, wrapping his arms around her.

She was so fragile, so tender, it made the strong Mukuro want to protect this girl. She wasn't like any prey, she was the prey that he wanted.

And together, they hugged until midnight, one sobbing, one smiling.