PSN: Heya guys. I was moving houses and was overloaded with class work/test and I need to work really hard if I want to get into med school. And I started working! For cancer patients, so this job means a lot to me personally. Though I will try to update even faster, just for you guys…
Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I love this story; I really do so I can't wait till we reach the climax! So many, many things left to cover. So many people left to be introduced. $.$
Thanks to: Frost190, Eiida-chan, Suishou o Kami, YukixSnow
There are many reasons why people do not believe in the prophecy, and the main reason is that she will be female.~ Quote from Giotto, Sky Prince.
Chrome leaned over her new school bag in admiration. She smoothed the logo and started packing her books into it. She hadn't realized how real her arrival to the academy was until today. She couldn't believe that she had come so far, she almost wanted to cry. What would M.M say now and all the other who laughed at her? She got to the academy and had faked her own death, whilst forging her own new identity. Nobody would believe that she had had the guts to do it.
She smiled as she appraised her handiwork. The bag was now leaning precariously on her bed. She yawned and stretched her arms in order to revive her energy. Gently she rubbed at her eyes and stood up. She walked to the bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror critically.
"My tiredness shows," she whispered, her hands caressing the shadows beneath her eyes. She splashed water on her face and gurgled before she spat the water out again.
She was up all night, unable to sleep and thinking about all that she had been told. She had been analysing every word Mukuro had used and tried coming up with a perfect explanation that would soothe her brain. But every time she did try, she would find that things just didn't add up. Mukuro had said that she had a strong flame of resolution, enough to ignite a class A ring and that it had been triggered by a pressure. However after enrolling into the academy and having her flame of resolution tested by the flame equalizer, it was determined that she was a class C. So how could Mukuro say that she had a great flame within her if the flame equalizer sorted her out into the class C range? The flame equalizer analysed all types of flames and was never wrong, according to old man Talbot. He had specifically created it to sort out flames and specified dorms for all residents of the academy.
Another thing that didn't add up to Chrome, even after deeply thinking about it, was the issue with the priestess Kimiko. She had guessed that it was the woman in her dreams. But she didn't get how Mukuro had found out that she had a direct lineage towards her. Chrome herself was unaware of it and she wasn't still sure about the connections she had with her and why she even did dream about her sometimes. But Mukuro talked about her as though he lived with her in the past. He had even admitted to her that he wasn't the only one who was aware of this—about the prophecy. Other people were after her and Chrome did not even give them any reason to kill her. She was just a quiet, shy, law-abiding student and daughter who rarely got into trouble.
Things changed for her the moment Mukuro entered her life unexpectedly; suddenly everything began to explode into life. She felt more like a fugitive now that Mukuro admitted his motives. Did she really believe that one of them would have to die for the sake of the prophecy? Even though she pledged to help him she refused to believe about the prophecy and knew that if she did, she would be succumbing to Mukuro's whims. It wasn't as though she disliked Mukuro for dropping that bombshell, she still harboured feelings she was unsure of towards him, but the fact remained that deep down, he was using her for something much more. Something he wasn't admitting to.
"Chrome? Where are you? I have your schedule and timetable here for you, classes are about to start!" the voice of Bianchi shook Chrome out of her reverie. Quickly, Chrome ran out of the bathroom and rushed towards her bedroom door.
"I'm coming, wait!" she cried, opening the door and peeking through. Bianchi was standing outside her door, a frown marring her face.
"What were you doing?" she asked as Chrome put on her uniform, she gazed disapprovingly at her. "You're going to be late on your first day. Moko is waiting at the hall for you, so you can enter class together. Though I must admit, I still have to sort out something with your teachers as you are in a vulnerable position with your lack of box weapon. And I have to explain about your circumstance also."
Chrome averted her gaze and nodded silently as she put on her uniform, feeling a little excited about finally starting classes and becoming one of the students. Suddenly, all thoughts of Mukuro and the prophecy were temporarily forgotten and she wondered how her first day in school would play out. She wouldn't get bullied would she? Not with Moko, right? Millions of questions buzzed through her brain as she tried calming her frazzled nerves.
"Are you excited?" Bianchi seemed to have read her thoughts. She smiled warmly at her.
"A little," Chrome admitted reluctantly, putting on her shoes as Bianchi strode towards her, papers littered all around her.
"Well, I have your timetable and lesson schedule in here. You have biology first in the morning, and then you have a fifteen minute break, and after that you have maths—though I warn you now, be early for that lesson. After that you have a recreational study with one of the most prominent flame expert, Uncle Kawahira. Though, we term it 'recreational' there is nothing recreational about it, it's a course that Father introduced to enhance your flame skills. So if you need help with your flame ignition and understand the many ways to use it, Uncle Kawahira is the man."
Chrome doubted that, feeling heavily disappointed. She remembered last night when she tried to create a 'flame contract' with Mukuro, it had failed really badly. Her cheeks heated as she remembered.
Flashback:
Mukuro raised his ring and closed his eyes. Chrome watched as a beautiful indigo coloured flame burst forth. She remembered this flame, it was the very flame that he had used to revive her organs and fake her death. She watched in admiration as he snapped his eyes open.
"Okay, now is your turn. Part of the flame contract is that both parties must ignite their flames and swear an oath. I shall guide you if need be, my dearest," he said kindly.
Chrome's hands trembled as she mimicked his actions. She raised her ring-the very feeble C ring that she suddenly felt embarrassed to be seen with—and tried to ignite her flame.
It was definitely a lot harder when you tried it yourself.
She tried again.
Nothing happened.
She exerted more effort.
Again nothing.
"Don't become frustrated my dear," Mukuro said and he held her hand. "Let me help you. Concentrate. You have no resolution. Do not become impatient and your flame will burst forth."
Please, please, please, I'm begging you, light up flame, please, please, Chrome begged.
A tiny flame burst and Chrome snapped her eyes open, smiling widely. But the moment was gone. The flame had extinguished itself. She almost felt that she had imagined it.
"It's okay," Mukuro whispered in her ear, "there is another method that doesn't require flames." He pointed at the paper on his table. "There is always the blood contract."
End flashback.
Chrome shuddered and tried to erase the embarrassing memory from her brain. Instead, she read her timetable quickly with pride, skimming through the words and reading the classroom doors and the time each lesson started. She noticed that she was in with the other class C students as each class door number ended with a big C. Slightly disappointed—even though she was prepared for it—she folded the timetable and nodded at Bianchi, her jittery nerves calming a little as she stood up. She didn't want to be scrutinized by the student body because she was new.
"Are you prepared for your first lesson? I laid out your exercise books, textbooks, calculators and anything else that you will need," Bianchi provided, leading her towards the long narrow corridor, "I paid for it personally with my own allowance card, but don't worry, I won't ask you to pay it back. Think of it as a gift."
Chrome nodded, feeling happy and lighter than she had been the whole week. She tried blocking out thoughts of yesterday's tirade from Mukuro and tried focusing on the present. Last night Mukuro had said that he would lead her to the library were everything began so that she could understand more of what she was letting herself in for. Though the bad thing about it now was that it was being protected by the Trinnessete Agents since Mukuro's previous break-in had alerted them and now many flame spells held the secluded library. Of course Mukuro assured her that it would be nothing to break in again and that he could dispel it easily with a snap of his fingers.
She was feeling apprehensive and tried to ignore the thought. She was not the princess regardless of what Mukuro thought. Never in a million years.
You say that now, but how about the possibility? Her conscience taunted.
Ignore it, she thought.
"Okay," Bianchi announced suddenly. "Let's get out. Moko is waiting patiently—"
"HEY!" a loud voice interrupted, as the door burst open, revealing a miffed out brunette. Moko frowned and folded her arms. "Why so late? I was waiting for aaaages."
"Or not," Bianchi added.
"Sorry," Chrome bowed, "Bianchi was sorting out my things. Sorry."
Moko raised her eyebrows, "Don't say that Chro. We're friends. You don't have to apologize for every single thing."
"Sor—I mean sor—," Chrome stopped and blushed. She was so used to saying sorry to people that it never occurred to her to not use it. She knew that the word had become redundant due to her overuse, but it was genuinely the only way she could express her feelings.
Moko smiled fondly and suddenly leaned forward to hug her. "It's okay, you'll get used to it in no time!"
Chrome smiled and looked at Bianchi who nodded and patted her hair affectionately.
"Okay girls, let's go to our lessons before we really are sorry," Bianchi said suddenly and ushered them out.
XxX-XxX
"VOOOOIIII!"
Chrome and Moko winced as they watched a silver-haired man with a sword arm—which he swung lethally—pointed his finger accusingly at Bianchi. They had come for the Biology lesson, which naturally, they were late for and Bianchi had attempted to excuse them, though it was a feeble attempt as Squalo, the Biology teacher was having none of it. He stood in the centre of the hall, exuding an authorial aura. He was wearing a white shirt hidden by a stained lab-coat and donned with goggles. It seemed that the class was in the midst of a dissecting practical.
"We're in the middle of an f*** class and you interrupt me like that?" He yelled. He adjusted the tie on his shirt and frowned. "And what is this about Mukuro bringing her in?"
Bianchi smiled tightly, her eyes taking on a feral glare as she explained, "Well, Chrome is a new student you see and she has no idea yet about our system. So I do hope, with all due respect, that you give her the care that she valiantly requires."
Moko held tightly on to Chrome's arm for comfort as Squalo snorted dubiously.
"Mukuro brought in a girl? Why does that mean something to me?" He yelled. Chrome noted that his voice rose an octave every time he spoke. "Do you know what happened the last time, eh? What happened to me Vooii?"
Bianchi winced and shook her head, her eyes blazing with anger. "Enough!"
The spectacle had raised an interest in the student body and now Chrome watched as most students in her biology class escaped from their classroom and watched with curious interest as the scene before them unfolded.
Bianchi ignored them and continued, "Is this about Mukuro or Chrome? Why is it that every single person has to blame Chrome for Mukuro's mistakes? The girl has done nothing and I expect you all to treat her with quality, regardless of whether or not you are a Varia or not."
Squalo nodded, "I understand," he scratched at his head. "I'm angry…still angry at Mukuro, the damn bastard. But you're right. Chrome has nothing to do with it," he turned around and faced the students who were milling around the hall and snapped, "Vooii! Return to your classrooms before I cut your throats!"
Chrome felt dizzy. Mukuro had still not clarified what he had done and she was being blamed for it. What had he done? Last night he waved away the question and told her that he had changed and that his aim was different now.
But the stares, she thought. Chrome could feel the accusing stares of her peers and felt faint and dizzy. They were judging her way before they had the acquaintance of meeting her. Slowly she turned around and felt Moko's arm around her, protecting her from the force-field of the people.
"It's okay, I'm here Chro," she whispered, "I promised to protect you."
Chrome felt tears sting her eyes as Moko led her into the classroom. She watched as Bianchi waved, still feeling angry and sprinted out of the hall.
Pity you fool, these people know something you don't. And you never will if you continue with that pitying attitude. Grow a backbone, her conscience snapped.
Shut up, Chrome thought angrily, her eyes watering. Why couldn't her conscience just keep quiet?
XxX-XxX
The biology lesson with Squalo was great to say the least. They had spent the hour dissecting a frog and Chrome, fascinated, watched as Squalo tore it open with his sword. At any other time she would have felt squeamish and sickened, but the way Squalo had done it, carefully cutting it up, had made Chrome change her mind. Squalo was an interesting teacher, enthusiastic about his class. She was teamed up with Moko naturally and they both scrutinized the insides of the frog's heart.
"It's gross," Moko said, pulling a face as she prodded it with the rod. She was her lab partner for this session."Honestly, I think I'll become vegetarian because of this."
Chrome smiled and looked at it with interest. Her mother would have had a heart-attack if she saw her now and that made her smile even wider. She wasn't under the clutches of her mother anymore and this made her feel happy and liberated.
She would never have to see her again and feel unwanted and dirty.
"I think I like it," she whispered.
Moko giggled, "Well that's nice, because that's all we do in biology these days. Squalo has a fascination with these creatures. I like history the best."
"Why?" Chrome asked.
"You'll see," she whispered knowingly, raising her eyebrows comically.
Chrome raised her eyebrows slightly and leaned forward to examine the frog. She was glad that the room was silent. After the spectacle earlier, everybody had just ignored her and not a person spoke to her. She wasn't particularly happy by their move, but honestly, she was used to being ignored. It wasn't as though she wasn't prepared for it.
M.M had made sure of that.
"Hey," Moko interrupted softly, shaking her arm, "you're doing that zoning out thing again. Are you okay?"
Chrome nodded and smiled reassuringly, "It's okay. I'm fine," she whispered.
Moko beamed back at her, "Well Chro, if you feel overwhelmed or anything, I'm here to listen you know? I know you have a lot on your plate and I do respect that, but, "she leaned forward and whispered, "it'll make me feel better if you shared it with me. After all, a trouble shared is a trouble halved."
She made a face and Chrome couldn't help but laugh.
"It's really okay," Chrome insisted.
"Just a disclaimer," Moko said, "in case you feel like sharing."
XxX-XxX
"Room C3, room C3," Moko murmured, whilst looking at the timetable in front of her with a frown, "we're later than I expected again." She stopped and looked at the room in front of her and nodded silently to herself before facing Chrome, "Well, it seems that we have been in front of the room without realizing it. Allow me to get in and intercede for you Chro."
Chrome held Moko's hand and she was gently pushed into the room. Instantly the teacher—he looked about Chrome's age, was he really a teacher?—turned to face them in a 'how-dare-you-disturb-my-class' way and grinned in what Chrome could only describe as a psychopath's smile. He was a blond teacher with bangs that covered his eyes, crowned with a silver tiara and a permanent Cheshire grin. The Cheshire grin was now aimed at Moko and Chrome, though it was evident that he was peeved at the disturbance of his class.
"Ushishi~ Moko, what is this?" he pointed at Chrome.
She could feel a blush creeping to her face as everybody in the classroom stopped what they were doing and stared at her, waiting for her reaction.
Moko smiled in a professional charming way and said, "Sir Belphegor. Meet your new student Chrome Dokuro who has transferred from a girl's school in Japan. She has been especially requested by Mukuro Rokudo to attend this academy, so I hope you take good care of her," she ended it in a dangerous tone and her eyes flashed as her words sunk in.
"Mukuro?" Belphegor frowned, glancing at Chrome, his smile faltering "Ushishi~ what a surprise. Prince Mukuro has invited her?"
Suddenly the classroom erupted and the noise level escalated. Whispers and loud chattering could be heard. Chrome looked pained and realized that the topic had switched to her. Many were wondering how she had gotten a popular prince to enrol her into the most prestigious school and what their relationship was. Conspicuous whisperings of Chrome being a long lost sister of Mukuro resurfaced through the noise, people pointed at her hair and how similar it was to Mukuro's. They looked at her and judged her, and Chrome felt like meat being appraised in a butchers shop. Was it happening again? Was this Kokuyo Ladies Academy all over again?
"Silence!" Belphegor ordered and the noise and chattering ceased completely as the students sat to attention. Belphegor grinned and with good measure threw a silver knife at one of the student's chair. The student looked shocked, his eyes as wide as saucers, "Next time you talk when I tell you, ushishishi~ You can never over talk a prince."
"Yes sir," a simultaneous chorus of voices coursed through the room, obediently resuming to their work.
"It's a royal duty to discipline all peasants," Belpheghor countered, pointing at his silver crown, "Ushishishi~"
"So, can we get in?" Moko said hopefully, batting her eyelids.
Belpheghor frowned and without facing Chrome and Moko pointed at a seat, "Sit, the prince is in the middle of a lesson," he ordered, turning to face the interactive board and writing down a complicated equation that would have even made a university graduate break in a sweat.
Chrome obediently sat down next to Moko, who quickly whipped out her book and pen and started writing down the equation, a frown on her face. She nudged Chrome and urged her to do the same.
Chrome found it odd that he referred to himself as prince when clearly he partook in nothing the original 7 princes participated in. And to top it all, he wore a flashy tiara and Chrome wondered if it was real.
"Ushishi~ Before I ask you to work this equation out, I want all you peasants to partake in a warm up exercise so that the new peas—Chrome knows what we have covered," Belphegor announced, grinning manically as he produced 10 of his silver knifes, and carefully, laid it out on the desk, their sharp points glinting, "you know what happens if you get your answers wrong~"
Moko shivered involuntary and faced Chrome before providing some information to her, "Oh God, I knew this crap would have happened. We haven't played this dangerous game in ages," she pulled a face, "Chro, just follow my lead okay. Whatever you do, don't get an answer wrong."
Chrome didn't know how to react to that. A teacher purposely injuring a student if he got an answer wrong? Was this really the education of the students in this Academy? Was this really the pathway to her popularity? Chrome looked at the teacher's manic eyes and assured herself that it was true; the teacher really did intend to harm the students if they got an answer wrong. She hoped that she wouldn't be picked to answer anything because her mathematical side of the brain was nil. She had a feeling that she would be inflicted by that knife many times before she learned her lesson.
Belphegor pointed at the girl sitting in the front, "If a peasant is cut up by an assassin into two thirds and a cannibal comes to eat a part of it, how many is left?"
"One third," the girl said with a slight tremor in her voice. Her brown hair framed her expression, but Chrome knew she was afraid.
A knife flew right into her desk, a little away from her abdomen. She flinched in surprise and looked at Belphegor, her blue eyes startled, "What have I taught you? Ushishi~ we're dealing with a cannibal so none will be left. The peasant is dead." He shook his head and pointed at another girl, "If you kill your best friend and you're caught, what are the chances of you being sentenced?"
"I d-d-on't know!" She stuttered. She flinched as a knife seared right through her arm and embedded itself on the surface of her skin. She cried out in pain and pulled the knife out, thankful that it had been shallow and trembled, looking fearfully at the teacher.
"None again, ushishi~ you have flames that can work to your advantages," Belphegor looked at his students, his grin fading. He grabbed another of his silver knives, their sharp ends gleaming through the filtering sunlight. He sat atop the desk and frowned, "You peasants haven't learned anything. You do not use your minds to learn anything. Ushishi~ Maths is about stretching your imaginations and thinking outside the box. You peasants are useless garbage."
Chrome noticed Moko's evasive look, and wondered what the teacher was talking about. The questions were not relevant at all to maths. Chrome's heart deflated, the seriousness of the teacher affecting her mood. How was she going to survive through the day? Without a doubt his sullen mood had been partially affected by her late attendance. Was this in a way her fault? Chrome suddenly felt guilty and wondered why she always managed to ruin the mood wherever she was. Was it as M.M had once said? Was she never going to really ever fit in?
You fool! You are selfishly thinking about yourself. Not everything is all about you! Her conscience burst, admonishing her.
"The prince is unhappy, very unhappy," Belphegor said dangerously, "I'm not excited by your response and I'm getting bored."
"Here comes the dangerous part," Moko whispered to Chrome, her brown eyes as big as saucers, "this is going to get nasty."
Chrome gulped and nodded in understanding, keeping an eye on the young blond who was now sauntering slowly to her side. He was a lot different to Squalo the biology teacher. The biology teacher was more responsive to the students albeit a little loud, but he was interactive with them. This teacher was more threatening and his presence scared Chrome. He felt like an assassin snooping around to find his designated target.
He was getting closer now.
Was he going to approach them? What was he going to do? Chrome wondered what he had in mind. She certainly hoped that it didn't involve her.
"Ushishi~ the prince will play a game, what do you think peasants? We will pause our math lesson," he said, stopping right in front of Chrome and Moko's seat. She felt Moko grip her arm, her nails digging right into her skin. Chrome didn't know what to be afraid of; Moko's fear or the teacher's impending threat.
"Yes, sir," the voices of the students echoed hollowly, wary of the teacher's approach.
"The prince wants something fun because he is bored. The prince wants to be entertained so we will play," he smiled sadistically and revelled in their fear, "what do you think peasants? Ushishi~"
He chuckled and sat at the top of Chrome's table. If it weren't for his bangs hiding his eyes, Chrome could swear that his eyes were boring into hers. She felt her heart rate palpitating faster in her ribcage. Moko was studiously glancing in her textbook and running her pen through a question, not daring to look at Belphegor.
"How about we play—" he began, facing Chrome, "flame—"
Three loud gongs sounded through the room, each one elongated by three colourful flashes. Belphegor gave an irritated sigh and stood up, his eyes fixed on the clock that hung on the classroom wall. He huffed and kicked a stray chair, sending it reeling across the wall.
"You peasants have been saved by the bell. But I will continue my game in the next class. If none of you peasants answer the questions I will set you now right, you shall all play without any mercy from me. The prince wants to be entertained, ushishi~. Page 67 in your textbooks peasants, do not forget."
Beside Chrome, Moko exhaled a relieved sigh. She stood up, her eyes comically wide. Quickly she grabbed her books and slung her bag across her shoulder. She nodded at Chrome to follow her out with the rest of the bustling crowd. Relieved students streamed out, excitedly whispering about their near miss and how they would like to avoid their math classes from today on. Chrome did hear a few students whisper that the teacher's bad temper was affected by Chrome and Moko's late entrance. Some even glared at her as they passed by, whispering their contempt.
"That," Moko said, "was the closest call ever. Honestly, I thought we were a goner there. Thank God we didn't play that game."
"Why?" Chrome asked, though she already knew. "Why did he want to play that game?"
"Because he likes bloodshed! It isn't even our fault Chro, whatever those vile students say! I heard them whispering about us, but whatever, I never liked them anyway. Though I am slightly surprised, he never plays Flame Roulette unless he's really bored. But then again he likes throwing random questions and injuring people as he pleases," Moko pulled a face, "But in here when you complain about it, they tell you that you have to prepare for controversy and have your flame rings always ignited to support you. Belphegor said that peasants always have to be ready for anything. It is why we use flames."
"We always use flames?" Chrome asked, glancing at her small ring. Did that mean that even simple lessons had to involve flame ignition? Again she remembered the shame of last night. She was not going to have a great time.
Moko nodded, "Always, regardless. We have Uncle Kawahira anyway for recreational lessons in order to enhance our flames. Don't worry about Belphegor though; he's just a bully and a genius. Did you know that he was a child prodigy back at his own country? He has a really bloody past too, which is why he is a little blood thirsty. Though I find him creepy.""
Genius? He looked like he was the same age as them. Chrome didn't doubt that he was creepy; she had seen it first hand and didn't want to experience it. She wondered what kind of game they would have played, had the bell for break not rung. He mentioned something about flame. She posed her question to Moko, who rolled her eyes.
"Flame roulette, a dangerous game were somebody always get injured if they don't answer the trivia questions properly. I played it once, not long ago. I was scared because I didn't know how to play. We have to use our flames against ourselves. There is a special flame gun used to ignite a small dose of your flame into the machine, enough to injure any innocent person. When everybody's flame is inside the gun, you have to pull the trigger if you answers a question wrong and we don't stop until somebody is badly singed by the flame," Moko pursed her lips, "though nobody got injured ever. He makes sure it's enough to sting a little, or else he would have to answer to Talbot."
A shocked silence followed as Chrome tried digesting the information she was given. Was Belphegor really willing to play such a game at the cost of his entertainment? Chrome felt duped. This was another pile of lie that Mukuro had invented. The school isn't the save haven she had first imagined. It was a trap. Chrome didn't know whether she could cope with atrocious games such as flame roulette or teacher's injuring students for their own satisfaction.
Where else do you belong Chrome? Life is good for you here. You have made friends and did things that would have been impossible in your old school, her conscience—who frequently visited her when she was down—said.
"Let's go to our locker and forget about that. You'll be happy to know that we have maths only once a week and that the other teachers aren't at all like Belphegor."
"Okay," this information made Chrome feel slightly better. Until she was prepared to use her flames properly, she would be in danger inside the math class and she didn't want that.
Chrome glimpsed her locker. She nodded at Moko who followed and stood by her side protectively. She knew what she was looking for. She wanted to know whether or not everything about yesterday had been a dream. She didn't doubt herself to be crazy—she knew that Nurse Yoko and the doctors had to restrain her in the early days due to her hallucinations—but she wanted to confirm it with her own eyes. If it was true and Mukuro had said those words to her last night, she knew that he would write a letter in her locker confirming the time they would visit the old library. Where everything began, he said.
"What are you looking for?" Moko asked.
"Nothing," Chrome replied evasively, her voice barely a whisper. She remembered the contract and felt guilty. She crouched low and exhaled loudly when she found the object that she was looking for. The letter Mukuro had written. A deep disappointment pitted her stomach. Quickly she grabbed the aforementioned letter and read the familiar handwriting of the boy she had thought she knew. Mukuro was clouded in more mystery than her, and Chrome wondered if there was other things he was hiding from her.
My dear Chrome.
My deepest apology for shocking you with that information yesterday. My intention was to enlighten you, not to make you cry. I' give my humble apology, forgive me my dearest.
"What's that?" Moko asked, straining to look at the letter in Chrome's hands.
A blush tinged Chrome's cheeks and she continued to read. Moko had gotten the message and with a knowing look. She stood a little away from her and gave her the privacy she required.
You must have been surprised about the revelation. It is not information that it is to be treated lightly. But I know that you are strong, and it is a will I admire of you. Even though you have agreed to help me—or rather us—I know that you are still mistrusting of me. I see it in your eyes and it pains me to see so.
It is thus I have decided to escort you to the library were it all began. Lunch is the available time for all princes and I want to show you many things before that. The Trinesette agents are merely a slight obstacle.
M.R
It was signed off with his trademark smiley pineapple. Chrome sighed, running a hand through her hair. Even after all this time, she was feeling an empty void within her. She felt dissatisfied and Mukuro had noticed. Was it because deep down, Chrome wished it could be true? She wished that the route to the prophecy would lead her to her popularity? She decided that it would be safe to go with Mukuro and find out what he really wanted from her. She wondered how she would explain her absence to the girls
"Oh oh," Chrome heard Moko's voice breaking through her thoughts.
"Herbivores," came the cold commanding voice, "why are you truanting from class?"
Chrome spun around to face a teenager with cold calculating blue eyes and dark hair. His face was set in stern disapproval as he appraised her. He had a tonfa raised, and Chrome wondered where he was aiming it at.
Moko grabbed at her sleeves and pursed her lips, her eyes wide.
The boy blinked at her, a grimace on his lips, "You are the new girl? Chrome Dokuro. Mukuro sent you?" he said Mukuro's name as though it was bile stuck in his throat. He clucked his tongue, "What are you doing here?" He looked at Moko, "and you?"
Chrome gripped the letter in her hand and crumpled the piece of paper—an imitation of the day she had done the same thing to her history teacher—and blustered, "I'm sorry! I was going to class."
Moko nodded vehemently, still mute.
Something about the boy seemed familiar. Where had she seen him from? She racked her brain, searching.
The boy narrowed his eyes, "Both of you will come with me. No hesitation."
It was then that Chrome realized who she had been talking to. She couldn't believe that she hadn't realized it before. His pictures had been in her face ever since Bianchi explained everything about the Academy. She should have realized before.
Hibari Kyoya, Vongola cloud prince of the purple dorm.
PSN: And they are caught 'truanting' by Hibari. Uh oh. And they have to come with him too. I wonder what will happen to them? ;)
So whatcha think? This chapter is pretty long and I added some parts in, like the math's scene with Belpheghor since I really loved that scene and couldn't possible delete it. (I just inserted Moko rather than Haru, to those who read the original version.)
Beh. I'll update soon! Until then, ciao, ciao.