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

Cingulomania

After saying what she needed to, Natsuo plopped herself down against the tree. Leaving Mukuro standing, somewhat stunned and holding onto the apple shoved into his hands.

"Is that your considerate way of telling me to leave?" He joked, not planning on leaving even if she agreed. Instead, he made it clear by sitting down beside her. Seeing as she was laughing, but trying to retain an apologetic expression and failing. 

"No, it felt right to say it." She muttered in a quieter tone; more than likely getting tired - she was still wearing her pajamas. Mukuro felt it too, this tranquil garden had that kind of effect.

"Aren't you concerned about getting dirty?" He asked wryly, sweat dropping slightly at the sight of her dropping off in her pajamas - in a patch of dirt. 

Her next words, droned out in barely even a whisper, were, "I own a washing machine... It's fine..." before her head dropped onto his shoulder; eyes shut and sleeping soundly. The apple in her hands seemed to be forgotten, not a problem considering she had a tree full. 

Not sure what to do, Mukuro just sat there in silence. Appreciating the soft breaths Natsuo made, and peering out at the wide garden. The colours were, in his eyes, too bright; too blinding. However, he couldn't deny their beauty. Of course, in his mind, Natsuo was the only one in his eyes. Everything else pales in comparison to her allure. She had grace in both physical and mental appearance. Her refinement had penetrated even the deepest parts of her personality, something which he found more than attractive. Admittedly, he had yet to see her whole self, but he couldn't wait to learn more. 

The personality he knew, was possibly just a fraction of her inner self. Although that may be the case, he wanted to know her deeper. That amassed purity of hers, he'll see to it getting smeared with black. 

His heart, having never known love. Has it entered some kind of instinctive state? At the rate this was progressing, he'll get too obsessed. His hunger will continue to grow, and eventually nothing will be enough to sate him. Nothing other than her, her body, her presence, and her self. 

Feeling her weight on his shoulder, the taunting need to embrace her swallowed him. It was a conflicting desire, to hold her in his arms. He wanted, needed to, but he couldn't. With their already fragile relationship as it was, he didn't want to break it.

Yet why was his heart so set against that? 

While he wanted one thing, he also wanted the other. He wanted to stay, but he wanted to leave. He wanted to touch her, but he wanted to push her away. The only solid conclusion he came to, was for her sake. For her, he was stuck in a rotating spiral of contradictions. 

For her sake.

He sighed, "Why is she lowering her guard so much... Didn't I just tell her I have no problem killing people..." His thoughts leaked out in an exasperated tone. Her uncaring attitude was not only worrying, but annoying. He could imagine her inviting all kinds of criminals into her home, blissfully unaware. As comical as it was, it was a little bothering. 

"Don't get me wrong," She started in a low whisper, enough for him to hear her, "I don't invite murderers into my house normally." As blunt as the insult was, Mukuro found himself laughing after getting over the brief surprise. "If you had introduced yourself as one, I'd have ran away and judged you based on that. It's different only because I know that you aren't just some indiscriminate serial killer." Natsuo explained in a rather exhausted sigh. She was still tired, and yet she felt the need to answer his aimless question. 

"Oya? How so?" Mukuro questioned further, interested in hearing her opinion of him. Which, he had to say was rather naive at the moment. 

"You haven't killed me yet. -And who goes to watch dead trees with a girl for three weeks if they aren't a nice person?" An exaggeration, the trees weren't exactly dead; not to mention the flowers and other plants. However, she did have a point. "I've formed my own opinion of you, whether it's accurate or not, I don't know."

Mukuro just sat there silently and listened intently to her words. Her voice was one thing, and hearing it so much in the period of a single day... It was just making him more desperate. Setting aside her voice, it was her words that truly echoed within him. The ignorant high praise she gave him so easily, it was almost as if he was a good human being. 

Which he was far from being. 

They were empty expectant words, but they made his heart beat. 

She took her head from his shoulder and peered up at him, a small smile tugging at her cute lips. Mukuro looked back at her with an uninterested and blank face, as hard as it was to accomplish.

"I want to know you more. So please don't hide yourself from me." 

She really had him on the end of a leash. Perhaps she may regret the decision to give him free rein, but he'll make sure to live up to her expectations. In fact, he may even exceed them. 

Natsuo shuffled a little after the short silence that settled between the two of them. Her scent drifted around the pair, one completely unaware, and the other trying his hardest not to spin out of control. If her voice wasn't as enticing as it was, add her delicious scent on the top and it was near impossible to not ravish her. 

With her glasses out of the way, he could see clearly into her deep green eyes. It was easier to notice the slight yellow splodge on her left eye now. He'd noticed it as soon as he saw her at the door, but he was more held up on why she wasn't wearing glasses. 

He should ask about her prescription.

Well, first, he should give the girl what she wants. At the same time, fulfilling one of his own deep desires. 

"Then, I want to touch you." 

He look down at her, no edge to his voice, only complete seriousness in both his tone and in his eyes. Natsuo stared at him for a second before grinning widely, emanating a sparkling filter. 

"Are you not a criminal? If so, you should just do as you please; the world cannot hold you back, therefore nothing can."

She was wrong about one thing. 

Agreed, the world can't hold him back. There was a single entity that could, however, and that entity was her.

The source of his raging emotions, the target of his undying affection.

Momose Natsuo.