There were times when Mukuro wanted to scream in frustration. He observed through Chrome's eyes. He saw what she saw and heard when she heard. He could take control of her body and move about as he saw fit. The simple minded girl was more than willing to recede deep into the far reaches of her own mind whenever Mukuro wished to walk among the free once more. He should be content. Logically, he should feel satisfied. After all, not everyone imprisoned in the highest security Vendice Prison could stroll down the street and order an ice cream. Considering his predicament Mukuro should be happy to have simply retained his sanity for so long in the dark.
However, as Mukuro watched a specific boss lean in slowly with his eyes drifting shut, he wanted nothing more than to be free of the irritating jail cell and lifeless water-filled tank. He could sense Tsunayoshi's lips brushing over his illusion's. He was aware of the hand resting softly on the crook of his neck. He knew that if he wound an arm around the boy's slim waist then Tsunayoshi would squeak slightly and lean into his illusion's chest for yet another kiss…but he couldn't feel it.
He could not tell if the boy's lips were soft. He did not know how gently Tsunayoshi's fingers wound in the illusion of hair. He wouldn't be able to feel the warmth of another body pressed against his. No matter how many illusions he used, Mukuro would never be able to recreate the feel of human flesh under his touch.
Angered by his own mind's limitations, he wanted to scream; to yell in frustration and burst free of the damming restraints. He wanted more than anything to take hold of Tsunayoshi's hand and pull him aside to whisper quietly, 'I'm not really here'…
A/N – Hahaa! See what I did there ;) Totally flipped it 'round like an epic kid…yeah, so I know I hadn't written any BL until now, but this was just so...fitting. Meh. I'm gonna be keeping the yaoi on the down low throughout the story, though. This was just a once off.