A/N: Hope you like it :)…Enjoy xD
The glowing orbs flickered, settling into the studded stars of the night. The moon dully shone its light, as he held her hand, firmly.
She smiled warmly, at him, inhaling deeply as she stared at the view before her.
"You love it, don't you?"
She nodded her head, gently holding his hand in reassurance. Smirking lightly, he chuckled under his breath.
[Name] opened her mouth, but decided against it. She wouldn't know what to say, anyway. She didn't want to ruin a perfect moment.
The stars twinkled abnormally over head, at different timings and different glares. She stared at it, in confusion, he noticed it too.
"There's something wrong with the-"
"Kufufu…You read too much into things…" He said slowly, with a playful smile. The surroundings blurred, slightly.
Sighing under his breath, he stood up abruptly.
Ruffling his hair, he turned to face her, calmly. Slugging his hands into his pockets, he steadily began to walk away, leaving her stranded.
"Mukuro? Where are you going?"She said, still seated on the grass. He exhaled lightly, before running his fingers through his hair.
"To get something, my dear [Name]" He said nonchalantly, proceeding to walk away from her. Chuckling under his breath, he strode away.
There was no point staying next to her, anymore.
Every day, despite the effort he was making, despite the distractions, it would always end the same.
"Mukuro…You don't have to keep coming back you know? Anyway, this isn't right…"She said slowly, fiddling with her fingers, causing him to stop in his tracks.
He scoffed under his breath, facing her-hands slugged into his pocket.
"I'll do whatever I want, my dear [Name]" He said smirking.
She sighed under her breath. Typical Mukuro; Years have passed by and he still hasn't changed. His apathetical attitude irked her- Didn't he even care about how she felt?
"But Mukuro...It's already a legalized form of death and I-"
"Kufufufufufu…How cruel of you, [Name]. You just revealed your true colours…"He said, a steady smirk withstanding on his lips.
She stared blankly at him, his expressions didn't change either.
"It's killing me, Mukuro!...I can't take it anymore…I can't even hold you…Cant even talk to you…I can't do anything….I can't even slap you for saying that…I can't even love you…Please…Even you know that there's no point…"She stammered, the tears streaming down her face, instinctively out of anger, pain, remorse.
He chuckled under his breath, like he would always do. The image blurred, finally settling down, revealing the white washed walls instead.
The heart monitor beeped -the stray lines moving, which made sure that she was still alive. Wires interlinking, supplying the necessary medicine needed for her survival.
The oxygen mask placed securely, on her face, keeping her alive. She could no longer breathe alone. Her bruise eyelids had begun to heal, so had the swelling on her face, her lips.
He gently caressed her cheek-what little was left-, staring blankly with pursed lips.
"I can do whatever I want, [Name]…You can't tell me what to do…"He said slowly, staring at the oxygen switch that kept her alive.
She was brain dead, a legalized form of death. He visited her every day, to keep her alive whereas she demanded the opposite.
She wanted to die, and worse she's asking him to let her go.
Letting go of her, was the last thing that he wanted to do.
Rokudo Mukuro wasn't going to let her go.