Living On [KHR]

Chapter 11

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR. I only own my Ocs.

Warnings: Cursing and feels. You have been warned.

A/N: Hey! It's been awhile! I hope you like this chapter!
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Miyuki's POV

I hid myself being the sofa. I've already discussed matters with Mukuro.

I told him that I'll tell them that I was deceiving them all these time.

My heart sank a little but I pushed the feelings away. I can't. I just can't.

I can't be close to them.

I'm a liar.

I'm a ghost.

I'm no one.

I'm not Serena Colston.

Neither am I Akiyama Miyuki.

I'm just a ghost who's in someone else's body.

This body is not mine.

This name is not mine.

This life is not mine.

I pulled my knees closer to my chest. "I don't deserve to live." I muttered.

"Oya? Why do you say that?" Mukuro's voice entered my ears.

I looked up at him. He heard me. "Hm, no reason, really."

He raised an eyebrow. Clearly not believing me, but he kept quiet anyway.

And I oddly appreciated that.

Minutes has passed. And I grew more anxious.

I closed my eyes shut and drove the feeling of anxiousness away.

As if on cue, Tsuna and Co enters the room.

"Rokudo Mukuro!" Tsuna shouted
"Kufufufu~"

"You're...!"

"You're so naïve dear Vongola. Ne, Miyuki?"

I sighed as I stood up and walked to Mukuro's side. "Whatever."

"S-Sera-san...?" Tsuna asked, shocked.

Everyone had a look of shock on their faces.

"W-Why are you...?" Betrayal evident on his face.

"She tricked us all, didn't she?" Reborn spoke.

"B-But I thought that we were friends!" Tsuna shouted.

"We were never friends, Tsuna. It's all an act. It was all a lie." I spoke.

I chest tightens but I kept my face blank.

"Kufufufufu~ How do you feel now, Vongola? The feeling of betrayal." Mukuro smirked.

Suddenly Tsuna looked at me, determined.

"Sera-san. Even if you say that we were never friends, I'll still think of you as my friend. No matter what your past is, who you are, what you did, I'll still think you as my precious friend."

My throat feels like it has a lump. My eyes stung. My body began to shake a little, but not noticeable enough.

Guilt

Saddness

Loneliness

Anger

Guilt. Because I feel guilty for tricking Tsuna and the others.

Saddness. Because I can never be friends with them.

Loneliness. Because I'm alone, by myself, in this vast world.

Anger. Because I'm angry at myself for letting Tsuna and the others in my heart.

"Even if I don't have a past? That I am no one? And all I ever do is to deceive? Would you still accept me?" I kept my face blank but a tear seems to roll down my left cheek.

"Of course." Tsuna said with no hesitation.

I closed my eyes then opened my eyes again and moved away from Mukuro and towards the window.

I climbed onto the broken windowsill. I turned to face them. Confusion in everyone's eyes, including Mukuro.

I gave them a genuine smile.

"If that is your answer then I will never be seeing you ever again. Thank you."

I leaned back, making myself fall back.

I then used my mist flames to hide my presence and figure as I fall out of their sight.

"Sera-san!" "Miyuki!"

I seem to have changed the plot. No matter. I'll not be seeing them anytime soon. Or perhaps, for the rest of my life.

I landed safely on the ground.

I then ran. I ran towards the tree that I've hidden my luggage.

Upon finding it, I saw a note.

'Whoever you are, your mist flames faltered.

-Reborn'

I chuckled and I grabbed my luggage. I got out of Kokuyo Land without being spotted.

I've already booked a ticket to leave for America. The flight is around 1 am.

I called a taxi and patiently waited.

It'll take hours to reach the airport. So I had to leave early.

I'm sorry, Tsuna.

I'm sorry, Mukuro.

I'm sorry everyone.

My taxi came and I got in. I told the driver to go to the airport and the taxi begin to drive.

I closed my eyes shut.

I'm truly sorry, everyone.
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Omake: Squalo

Third Person POV
Squalo scowled as his entire body is covered in pink paint.

The 'squirt' as he calls Miyuki, had set up a trap and covered him in paint from head to toe. He then searched the entire apartment for said 'squirt', but in the process he triggered another trap. This time, it was a trap that set the apartment on fire.

"Fire!" Some civilians shouted.

Squalo clicked his tongue in annoyance and swiftly made his escape through the window.

When he got back to the Varia Mansion, Bel and Levi laughed at the man covered in pink paint while Lussuria gushed about how the horrifying- in Squalo's opinion- colour suited the silverette very well.

Mammon was unamused.

Xanxus was just drinking his tequila and let out a silent snort.

The next day, on the newspaper headlines, there was an article about a pink UMA that started a fire in the civilian residential area.
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A/N: Warned you about the feels! Let me know what pairing there should be and what you think about the story so far!

Question: What would you do if you were Miss Laura's apprentice?