Katekyou Hitman Reborn! - Sillage {Rokudou Mukuro X OC}

Mamihlapinatapai

The last day of the blossoms bloom, with the previous few days spent in comfortable silence standing next to each other; it was time to reach the end of whatever they had.

Something Mukuro found himself disliking the idea of. It was like a miracle had been bestowed upon him, perhaps even a blessing. He hadn't ran into that unruly bunch of naivety. Truly a miracle. He had days of just seeing this girl's beautiful self. Finding she'd become somewhat of a medicine, no, a drug to keep him alive, functioning.

As annoying as the notion was, he couldn't find himself hating the idea.

He couldn't find himself ridding hisself of the disease that was Momose Natsuo. She didn't question him, she didn't bother him with questions, she accepted his presence as a normality. In fact, she even waited for him everyday.

In that lovely silence they shared for hours, the only conversation would be through their eyes. Occasionally, the odd word would drop from her lips, or his, and he'd be graced with her voice like a windchime. Often, it would be whispered nothings, but those nothing's meant everything to him.

Soon the sky grew shades darker, as the hand ticked forward. Natsuo glanced at him for a moment, catching and staring deep into his mismatched eyes. Both sharing different sorts of heterochromia, both sharing the same falling feeling as their eyes swallowed each other.

The unspoken words and that untaken action in which they both desired. Unfortunately, the passion burnt out and was not translated into their preoccupied gazes. Both lusting over the same thing, and yet they couldn't tell apart the swirling feelings. The action left behind went forgotten, and the lingering regret built up in both of them.

Anger at being afraid to try, it was unlike him. Those expectant and reluctant eyes had him completely hypnotised, he couldn't move a muscle. Her strong pull had captised his train of thought and he couldn't focus, he couldn't do what he wanted to. But he wasn't under her control, as she had no control of herself.

The lingering regret boiled up and overflowed.

"I'll be here tomorrow."

A line he would continue to hear for weeks, even after the blossoms had passed; words he found himself hanging onto. Words he lived to hear at the end of his days, that once were nothing but achromatic boredom and trouble. Her vibrant watercolour hue had brought colour onto his blank monochrome palette, she splattered pigmented dye into a shadowed existence. Her vibrance was addictive, and he wanted her for himself.

He wanted more than eye contact, than a small striking connection, he wanted her to be his and his alone. A monopoliser he may be, selfish he may be, but when it comes to her, he'd only have her and no one else.

No one else will suffice now.

He wants her.

Their seemingly boring time together continued everyday without fault, she was standing there in the middle of that clearing. Even when the trees grew barren and unpleasant to look at, she relented.

It became normal to see her reading a book; watching the clouds; even sleeping. It seemed that this girl was ethereal in every activity she did, even with fresh leaves tangled in her hair, even covered in dirt from lying on the paved ground.

Perhaps he is the only one able to realise her worth, to be able to perceive her individual beauty. Mukuro doubted anyone else saw her in the street and thought like him, obviously because he was too far intoxicated. He'll end up being unable to love anyone but her, which isn't much of a problem when he thinks about it.

The only problem is his bloodied hands, the piling sin on his shoulders, all of his wrongdoings. In his eyes, those wrongdoings are a normality - stepping stones towards his goal. In a regular citizen's eyes, murder is always wrong. Perhaps she'd be different, a frail wish, but plausible.

Telling her was for another time, as breaking the fragile connection they shared currently was all other than what he wanted. Should she ask him however, he will not hesitate.

For now, just watching her chest rise and fall symphonically, hearing her almost silent soft breaths, and feeling the weight of her head on his shoulder; it all was more than perfect at that moment, because she was alive. Nirvana had ended up arriving in the form of her, Momose Natsuo.

Although summer was closing in, the additional heat from her small form was something he couldn't go without. Illusionary warmth was not at satisfying as holding her true body close to his; as far as illusions can go, he can't recreate her entirety. An artificial scent, the fake appearance, the dodgy sound of her voice, it was all for naught if he knew she was an illusion his mind had conjured. Yet she persisted on barging into his dreams at night, that time he usually spent taking strolls through other people's consciousnesses - yet it ended up being her taking a stroll through his.

Not to mention the mixed signals sent his way. In both dream and reality, her eyes seemed to want him to do one thing, but were glazed over by another. He supposed his own eyes were the same, it was questionable that she never asked about their colour. Perhaps if she opens up, will he find out?

It was rather difficult as she barely spoke more than a sentence. So far, she's only said 'I'll be here tomorrow.' and his name once. Although, he can tell that she uses feminine speech, a slight surprise he had to admit. She seemed to be much more mature than her age suggested. Although, at 17 one is expected to have some kind of a maturity. However, she seemed to have the heart of an adventurous child; he noticed that she grew excited about the littlest things.

The cherry blossoms being one thing, but he witnessed an array of beautiful expressions when she was enthralled in her book.

Too busy wrapped up in his own thoughts, he didn't notice the girl had woken up. She didn't move a muscle for a while, until finally he heard her mellifluous voice whisper,

"Would you come on a walk with me?"

A walk that he wouldn't end up regretting to go on.

Possessive Mukuro is favourite Mukuro. So is stupid gag character Mukuro - but it wouldn't much work here would it?

I'm trying my hardest to recreate a somewhat in character Mukuro... but I seriously can't imagine an in character Mukuro ever falling in love.

So this became instead.