Now then, apparently my spelling got worse. But! I have spell check again, so lets hope it gets slightly better this time around. I am very sorry if my poor skills in the spelling department turn you off of this story, I will try even harder.
This will most likely be very short, as very little is mentioned about TYL!Chrome in the Future arc. So, here is Chrome's take from my own imaginings.
(oh, I never put in one of these, my bad)
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn and all affiliated characters belong to Amano Akira.
Chrome Dokuro was once named 'Nagi'.
'Nagi' had lived in Tokyo, and her parents were upper class aristocrats with business on the brain. Her father, a prominent CEO of a company many knew of, and her mother, a trophy wife devoted to the social scene and benefit parties. 'Nagi' had never been a part of their simple world of money and ladder-climbing. She was a wallflower at school, and never said more then she absolutely had to. So she was teased and bullied, and even her parents began to speak ill of her when she could plainly hear them. She stayed quiet, but her heart grew smaller and began to hate people, knowing that there was no good in the world. She hated everyone around her. Especially herself.
But now, now she was Chrome Dokuro.
She had a new life, one with purpose and friends. And in the same way she had given her life for the stray cat that had run out into traffic all those years ago, she would give up everything for her special people.
But, it seemed, just hours ago in a pure white room with thick glass doors barring the way, that one of them had beaten her to the punch.
"Hey, Dokuro, which way's your room?" Ken's voice was miles away, drowned under water, and Chrome could barely hear past her own sobbing. She didn't reply, just gasped for air so her weeping could carry on.
"Chrome-san, ah, well, its just, I'd like it if you stayed in the limo..."
"I'm Mukurou-sama's eyes, Boss. I must be present when Boss meets the Millifiore."
"But... Chrome-san... you shouldn't come..."
"Why, Boss?"
"Its just... I dont want you... to see..."
"Never mind, we'll take her to Mukurou-san's room for now." Chikusa supplied.
Her body was limp, being held up by her two Kokuyo partners under each arm while she was half-lifted, half-dragged through the halls. Her black leather boots dragged along the Persian rugs and marble tile with no strength in them to hold herself up. Ken and Chikusa didn't seem to care (a surprising thing, considering Ken always let loose on her at the slightest inconvenience she posed), their arms strong enough to lift the pathetic 115 pounds of crying flesh.
When the two men pulled her past a bedroom threshold, Chrome could feel the warmth of the heated fireplace, but in the same way one could feel the sun's warmth while looked out a window on a summer day. She knew it was there, but her body still felt so cold.
Ken hastily deposited her onto the blankets of Mukurou's bed, Chikusa taking more care to set her down gently. Chrome could feel them both sit on either side of her, close, in the way a pack of dogs would gather around the member of the pack that was injured or sick. She really did feel like a dog, curled up in the fetal position, useless for nothing else but crying.
She could remember the slight, tilted smile of the Boss, just as his blood sprayed backwards onto the glass doors behind him. She remembered it as clearly as she remembered the day her parents rejected her life at the Hospital. Having to sit behind closed doors while awful things are seen and heard clearly on the other side, beyond her reach.
"So... Usagi-chan is..." Ken muttered quietly, staring into the fireplace. Chrome pushed her face further into the mattress, hoping the lingering smell of Mukurou would comfort her as it had on other occasions. But the familiar smell did nothing but remind her of another that she'd come to find was just as relaxing. The scent of Italian Passiflora and another that Mukurou had once told her was like 'a clear blue sky on a Spring day in Japan', whatever that had meant.
But when she tried to remember the Boss's smell, all other aspects of his personality flew in together, and she understood perfectly. Tsuna was like the clearest day in Spring, his soul so pure and smile so bright even people like Chrome could feel more confident.
She clutched the bed sheets as another sob wracked over her body. Ken and Chikusa unconsciously scooted in closer around her, both looking away, deep in thought about what this would mean for the Kokuyou. The Vongola was Sawada Tsunayoshi's life, Tsuna's life was Mukurou's life, and Mukurou's life was Chrome's life, in an almost literal sense.
"Dokuro." Chikusa suddenly spoke up, removing his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Chrome tried to slow her gasping breathing while she titled her head and looked up. Chikusa pushed his glasses back on, bending his knee up to rest his chin on it while he started at the wood dark red painted walls.
"Vongola died, that much we can guess from whats going on out front." he said, making Chrome shake harder. "But regardless of that, you should understand; We are not Vongola Guardians. We three are Kokuyou, Mukurou-san too. We're just here so Mukurou-san can take over the Vongola, and change the world. He became the Mist Guardian so he could destroy the Mafia. "
Chrome stared in a way a child would, uncomprehending and lost. Ken sighed heavily, removing himself from his own stubborn personality to rest a large hand on the criss-cross part in his female partner's hair.
"Kakipi is right, byan. Usagi-chan is Mafia. We're out to get rid of the mafia. The only loss is that Mukurou-sama lost a valuable body to use. I'm sure he thinks the same way... So, in the end, this is... for the better." he said, but there was a subtle note of regret and doubt in his voice.
"Now we all have to follow Mukurou-san's orders. They're whats best for all of us." Chikusa said, voice trailing off the way it often did.
Chrome said nothing. She just sunk deeper into the mattress and let her sobs die down into light sniffling and hiccups. Then, when that too was gone, she just lay there, flanked on either side by her partners, just staring at the threads in the blanket. Her breathing evened out, and her mind cleared somewhat, much like a field would after a terrible storm.
It was a terrible calm. Her soul was hurting from the feelings she wanted, and the knowledge of her obligations. The person Mukurou had told her would be her Boss, while he smiled at her softly in the peaceful landscape of their shared mentality, was gone forever. She knew that along with the knowledge that Tsuna was her Boss, was the fact that he only existed to her because of his entwined fate with Mukurou.
But she liked her Boss because he never rejected her either. Her Boss always greeted her with his kind smile, the one that took years of practice before it could appear without being accompanied by an embarrassed flush of red.
Now the only red she saw was that which coated her cloths and hands after she'd gripped her Boss's body so desperately for the few last seconds she could. The Boss that said she was always welcome in the mansion. The Boss that never minded she was bonded with someone out to posses his body. The Boss that locked double glass doors behind himself, facing the inevitable with a calm smile of resignation and expectancy.
The Boss that she would serve still, as Chrome Dokuro. She'd mourn the loss of her precious Boss for herself. Not for Ken, or Chikusa. Not for her beloved Mukurou-sama.
She would be Vongola Mafia, to protect the memory of the one who smiled at both Chrome Dokuro, and 'Nagi'.
TYL!Chrome doesnt appear in the TYL Arc, so I'm leaving it at this. I told you it would be very short because of this.
I wanted to think that after years of contact between the two, Tsuna had allowed Chrome to become more aware of herself and not so much Mukurou's other-self. Thats what I like to think anyway...
Next chapter will most likely be Ryohei.
Thank you for reading this story, and Im glad if your enjoying it so far.