Timeline: Beginning of the Mukuro Arc before Fuuta was kidnapped.
"Short cuts make long delays." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
Mukuro rubbed his ear in irritation.
Ever since this morning, they had been ringing with an unnatural sound. It sounded almost like a high pitch whistle. It grated at the eardrums and gave him a headache that was currently pounding behind his eyes.
He waved his hand, idly swatting away the demonic insect away from his face. They were like a particularly determined mosquito. Whose bite would lead to much more dire circumstance than a small itchy spot. He had seen as much during his first investigation of the mysterious insects earlier in the morning. The bodies of the possessed men should still be lying out near the entrance of the decrepit former amusement park. Unless they had managed to wake up sometime in the last several hours, but he doubted it. They were weak of body and mind and possession took a lot out of both.
He glanced lazily at his companions.
The Estraneo family was truly a wicked group. Dabbling in things they should have left alone. Trying to invoke powers beyond the scope of flame, diving head first into the realm of supernatural. While Ken and Chikusa never fully accessed the ability to see the things Mukuro could they still had a fair bit more awareness that most humans.
Ken was sniffing the air nervously, unconsciously moving away from a group of three of four of the little beasts despite not being able to see them. He was a creature of instinct that was for sure. Even if he wasn't spiritly aware his body was fine-tuned to respond instinctively to threats, whether he was consciously aware of them or not.
Chikusa on the other hand, eyed the insects suspiciously, although Mukuro was sure that the boy didn't know exactly what they were. His vision only extended to hazy shapes and a whisper of a warning before incoming attacks. He edged away from them quietly as they dove for him, but avoided touching them as boldly as Mukuro did to swat them away.
He was sure with a little push the teens could most likely develop the sight, though Mukuro wasn't in any mood to do so. They were targeting the mafia who by and large was unaware of the spiritual realms, so there wasn't much need to develop spiritual awareness among his followers. Or so he thought…
Until today that is…
Mukuro turned his gaze back out the window as his eyes wandered over the lush garden several stories below. It was obviously well taken care of by the mysterious redhead who allowed them to rest here without intervention. It was a beauty to behold, though Mukuro couldn't help but eye some of the plants that were certainly not of this world.
Now, however, the beauty was nearly covered completely by the swarming of the little demonic insects.
He swatted away another insect with a scowl.
He had to postpone his plans because of these little pests. He had tried to dig into his vague memories of his past lives to find any solution to getting rid of the, but he only got fractions of distorted memories that were entirely unhelpful and only managed to make his headache worse.
Mukuro sighed heavily and slumped against the window.
He went to swat away another insect when he caught a flash of red through the window.
He straightened, a smirk tugged at his lips.
Perhaps the day wasn't wasted after all.
Perhaps he could get some answers.
A little more melding of the two stories. Basically, Estraneo wanted to create the perfect combination of spiritual powers and dying will flame abilities. However, since they're incompatible in my story they failed a lot and killed a lot of kids until they managed to be semi-successful with Ken and Chikusa and fully successful with Mukuro and only because they managed to tap into his past lives memories. This will be touched on later. Also, there will be some more melding here and there.