Disclaimer: Akira Amano owns Katekyo Hitman REBORN!, the world is somewhat loosely based off of the YouTube video "Draw With me," and the plot is pretty much based on the two Vocaloid songs "Prisoner" by Len Kagamine and the song "Paper Plane" by Rin Kagamine.

Claimer: I own the OC

Warnings: AU. Mukuro MIGHT be OOC-depending on your view-at certain times.

Pairings: Mukuro X OC


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"They still ran off like cowards!" Ken declares.

Chikusa is standing. With a sigh, he's decided that he would stop trying to argue with the loud-mouthed boy. The current group was going over what had happened yesterday since I had decided that I would leave right after the fighting incident with that somewhat irritating boy from the other side. M.M is sitting, whereas Ken had been sitting but thought it necessary that he stand up in order to show his point to Chikusa who started pointing out something that led to an argument.

I don't remember what the point was because it doesn't matter, and I don't care. Instead, I'm recalling what happened just earlier before I met up with this group who consider me to be their "friend" although I'm basically just a leader they highly admire and are loyal to in a rather annoying and brainless way. They couldn't think for themselves.

Right now, I'm thinking about Ellie. I have to admit, that girl could really persevere through such a large blow that I had thrown at her. After I had straight-out said that she wouldn't understand such situations as mine—seeing as she's had an easy and somewhat sheltered life—she couldn't possibly know what it was like to be in my position.

I know that I want to be on her side of the wall, but that didn't mean I would tell her that.

But after I had told her something like that to her face, noticeably hurting her pride and making her a fool by the look on her face at the time, she still managed to talk to me as if nothing wrong had just occurred. She had pushed past the humiliating defeat in trying to destroy a wall between us. It's a bit calming to know that we now have established the major differences of where we are, though, because it seems that Ellie is really good at ignoring things like that.

The chocolates that I had gotten for helping Ellie out in her dreams have calmed my annoyance. It seems she had bought chocolates and mixed it in with handmade chocolates. The store-bought chocolates had a layer of milk chocolate and then a layer of mint chocolate in the middle. This time, the hand-made sweets had caramel in the middle instead of cherries. I had to walk incredibly slowly in order to finish them all before I found these three followers. I put the trash in my pocket, hiding any evidence of having food.

I'm forced out of my thoughts when I see those same three followers looking at me expectantly. I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms, the pole of my trident tucked between one of my elbows. In order to make up for my lack of attention I politely ask, "What?"

"We were asking if you noticed that girl waiting by the wall all the time," M.M fills me in.

Every nerve in my back and arms immediately get a stinging sensation, like I had been laying on them for too long and the blood circulation had been cut off for too long. I look between the three, trying to analyze their faces.

Did they find out about me actually taking the time to put up with Ellie? What if they were trying to get me to talk about it to see if it's a secret or not? There isn't much I can say that wouldn't give out what I know or try to find out what they're talking about. From the looks in their eyes, it seems like they're genuinely trying to see if I know about some odd occurrence so maybe I can strike Ellie out.

"What girl?" I ask with an entertained smile and a quirked eyebrow.

"She has these huge purple doe eyes," Ken starts explaining while acting out the things he says. "She's really petite, and her hair has this purple hue to it. She's got this parting down the middle of her head like you do! And she wears an eye patch on the same eye that you've got your red eye! She's normally standing a bit further away from here."

So they weren't talking about Ellie.

"Kufufufu, of course I haven't noticed her," I tell the overly animated blond. "I just come here and then I leave when I'm done with all of you.

"In some weird way, she looks like you," M.M mentions, although she seems to be looking like she doesn't like talking about this mysterious girl at all. "I really hate her guts. I like the way you look, but she can't pull off almost looking like you so she's ugly."

"So you're saying I should go and see this for myself?" I ask the three people in front of me.

Ken openly nods with enthusiasm. Chikusa looks to the side, as if not really having an opinion on the matter. M.M seems to be doing the same although I believe it's to the fact that she doesn't like the girl. But I don't see what it could hurt, so I decide that I'll go and check out this girl for myself.

Who knows? Maybe it could prove to be interesting for me.

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Right now, I'm sitting on the ground with my arms behind me. I'm leaning on them as they're set on the ground, and my trident is across my lap. I'm turned to my right, watching as Ellie is coming along the glass wall right on time.

Like the first time I met her, she raises her hand and shows it to me as her wave. But unlike the first time, she's smiling as she has been. I don't wave back like the first time.

Once Ellie approaches, she has a very natural and normal smile on. She takes a seat with something of a small groan—which I fail to hear—and then she sits in the same position that I do. Finally, she greets, "Well good afternoon to you. You're here early as per usual."

"Kufufufu, so it seems," I respond.

Normally, I would get here just as I see this girl appear in the distance. But this time around, I've come earlier than that in case this other teen has to come earlier than expected. I've come sooner than other times because I want to inquire about the girl I met to Ellie, and want to see if she knew anything about her.

"Oya, Ellie… do you know of a girl named Nagi?" I ask.

"A girl named Nagi? Well… do you know her last name? I think I know of someone but I'm not sure if it's the same person you're talking about," Ellie explains, inquiring for more information.

"I don't know her last name." It was hard admitting to that little something that I didn't know. "But she lives in the next town over."

"Well… I do know of a girl named Nagi, in that case. Actually… everyone kind of knows about her. The one I'm talking about was in a car accident and lost her parents."

A simple hum of curiosity is the most I can give as I let my heterochromic eyes look off to the side, down the glass wall. My fingers rub a small spot on my trident, almost as if I could feel the cold metal through the glove. After a few moments, I side-glance the girl on the other side where everything has a hue of blue. She's looking at the sky, back against the wall quite suddenly.

"Aren't you going to ask about why I wanted to know about this girl?" I question with a mocking smirk on my face as the Italian turns her head to look at me.

"Am I supposed to ask?" she answers with another question. "I kind of assumed it wasn't my business."

"You were right to assume," I respond.

I get a confused blink from Ellie. She looks like I just brought up something that was completely unnecessary—and I probably did—and then she turns back forward to look up at the sky again.

I'm starting to find that she sometimes gets me into this mild irritation. She didn't have very many reactions that I would expect from others. She goes along with the flow in a way that makes it impossible to somehow twist her into moving into a certain current. It's almost like she completely avoids the usual responses on purpose, like she wants to leave people guessing or a little confused.

I want her to act like normal girls. They always had such interesting reactions to everything, and M.M would be a perfect example to that. That girl, Nagi, had entertaining reactions to everything that I did whether it came to just saying something or talking to her directly. One tended to have dramatic outbursts while the other would blush and seem flustered.

Ellie is just a bland in-between—always there and never tipping to one side in an oh-so predictable way. She hardly seems to have her own personality.

"I should warn you now that you shouldn't be surprised if you suddenly see me on your side of the wall," I mention with an anticipating smirk.

The brown-haired girl turns around with a slightly confused stare in my direction. She turns her body so she's no longer leaning up against the glass, and instead is facing me. Her eyes have an inquiring look in them, wanting me to elaborate further. The smirk grows in width as I set my lower forearms down on the pole of my trident, leaning forward. I'll wait until she asks.

"What do you mean by that?"

And there we have it.

"Kufufufu, wouldn't you like to know?"

"You know, you're not supposed to mention something and then not talk about it at all. It's like a girl crying and when someone asks what's wrong and she says nothing, she'll cry harder because she actually wants the person to ask and show they care."

"If I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand."

A moment of silence passes between the two of us. I get another look that this girl finds me weird. She lies down on her back and then turns to her side, back toward me, as she states, "You're really wishy-washy today."

"And you're not very deep all the time."

My smirk is gone. I'm staring at Ellie's back, and I'm not sure if she looks stiff or if she hasn't actually moved at all. I'm waiting for a reaction to the insult I had thrown at her. I'm pretty sure girls don't like to hear that they're shallow. But so far I'm not getting anything. There are no reactions that I would enjoy, ones that would bring me some entertainment to my boring and oppressive world.

"Your presence is as outstanding as a neutral conscience. All you do is point out things, ask useless questions, and have no elaboration whatsoever," I add. "You're easily ignored and quite forgettable."

"If you don't want me around, or if you don't wanna meet up, then you just have to say so. If you want to meet up with that girl from now on, just say so. My feelings won't be hurt."

Her tone didn't change from what it just was. It's almost like she didn't hear everything of what I had said to her. The only thing that I can get is the fact that she hasn't turned in a way that lets me see her face. Her voice might sound even, but her facial expressions were probably very… expressive.

"Mmm, I still want to have these meetings," I tell her. "Now why don't you face me and tell me what your day was like?"

She didn't waste a moment of hesitation like I thought she would. She turns onto her back and then sits up. Her face isn't as expressive as I would have hoped. Instead, Ellie looks like she's wary. She makes it seem like she finds being in my presence to be a very energy-consuming activity that isn't needed or wanted. Any smirk that was ready to pop out at her look doesn't show itself, but instead my mild irritation rises in intensity and I find her presence to be annoying.

Ellie goes on to explain what her day was like.


Yes, I know that it's been a while since I've updated. I've had half of this written up, and I finally decided that I could finish up the last of this chapter.

I didn't enjoy making it at all, though. You guys don't know this, but I DETEST Chrome with a PASSION. But I can't say right now if we'll see more of her, or if we won't see her at all anymore.

Reviews would be appreciated in which they help me write better. I'm sorry if this sounded like a ramble-chapter, but it was somewhat necessary. Their relationship needs some turbulence.