Eyes and Lies [KHR/1896]

Part 1: A Life of Lies

He looked at her from the corner of his steely grey eyes. He has never really concerned himself for another human being, but this child – this girl was someone he needed to watch. There were three reasons why he watched over her protectively. First, the child was living proof that his arch nemesis still lived and therefore provided him with valuable information about him, how to defeat him and what his next move is. Second, the girl was needed still alive by Sawada Tsunayoshi, supposed Tenth Generation Leader of the Mafia Family Vongola which seems key to his gaining more power to defeat the nemesis living within the child's mind and third, the final reason which he really didn't want to admit aloud was that he cared for the girl who lived her cruel life of lies.

He watched her silently. Her every move observed, analyzed and criticized. She was important, not only for the value that was previously described, but to some extent, she more important to him than that. He didn't know exactly the reason why but it was perhaps the girl was like some of the small animals he cared for. They were all helpless, feeble and weak on the outside but have potentially dangerous elements within. He watched her as she fought, as she lived her daily life and as she lived with the trash that she's living with. He watched her as she swirled in the mist and lies that he hated so much.

It was ironic that what he hated most was the only thing that kept the girl alive. The girl survived on it, thrived on it and held on to these lies with every inch of her spirit. Even her internal organs were lies – clearly she didn't have any. But she lived, held up through the cruelty or kindness of illusionary organs. This girl should have been dead a long time ago. Her body was supposed to be a cold corpse, lying beneath the ground resting for all eternity, but he had to step in and use the girl's desolation and desperation so that he could use her. No, this was not to save the girl's life but to use her as a doll and play with her when he needed her. He closed his eyes and tried to control the anger and frustration building within him. No, he should not light his flame. Not now.

It was this fact that he had been using a helpless child, which fueled his hate for the chosen Vongola Guardian of the Mist. Not that he didn't hate him before then, of course he has not forgotten the pain, humiliation and bruise in his ego given to him by the Mist Guardian. Given another chance, he would bite him to death – for real this time. He hated deceit. He hated lies. He hated illusions and their use of cowardly ways to fight. A man's fight should always be face to face, without the use of useless illusions.

Yet, he had to admit that the other man intrigued him. He was strong to a fault. It was rare that he found someone that he had full anticipation to beat to death. But not now, it would be unfair to defeat him through this poor little girl whose frail body shouldn't even be fighting. He wanted to wait until Mukuro came back to his real body and form to beat him again. That would only be fair. So it was essential that this girl should live.

What was her name again? Mukuro had called her Nagi. That was probably her real name not Chrome Dokuro – which was another fallacy set by the mist. He watched her as she went into Kokuyo Land, her home where her two questionable guardians waited for her. He seriously questioned Mukuro's taste in companions as well as his choice of domain. Living in an old deserted amusement area within a frail child's body with a dog-brain and an emo guy was hardly in his class. Yet, he said nothing. It wasn't his concern anyway, but if it was a question of survival. He could have at least found a suitable home for his host body.

Today, that girl was celebrating another year of being deluded by that unforgivable man. The herbivores had started to prepare a feast again –fussing and crowding and being generally annoying. He will not join them. He hated crowds. But, it was only fair to show a little human kindness to this child. He stared at her one last time and he finally decided. Since the Mist Guardian was incapable of taking care of her, he decided that he would in his own way.

He smirked as he walked towards the girl who was walking towards him, her impossibly short skirt swaying in the wind. He stared at her. Studied her and then confirmed in his mind that it was the right decision. There are some things that illusions cannot take care of.

"Happy Birthday, Chrome Dokuro…" He greeted the girl who looked at him with those purple eyes. "Or should I say, Nagi?"

"Hibari…. Kyouya…"