Break Me {Rokudou Mukuro X OC}

Break Me

There was a person whom Maho couldn't take her eyes off of. She first saw him when she was walking to school with Tsuna, Yamamoto, and Gokudera. He approached with a declaration of war, she didn't know what he meant; of course she didn't because they told her nothing. They didn't warn her about a thing, about the pain she was throwing herself towards.

She served him and his friends drinks on the second meeting, but was left behind with an uninterested glimpse. Maho was taken out of the Sawada household with the children and Nana, she didn't know why or the reason so many people were gathered there.

The third time was pure coincidence. Perhaps with hindsight she shouldn't have gotten involved or been so ignorantly open towards him as it was the third time that her luck ran out. Third time's the charm so people say, in this case it was more similar to a curse. She ran into him on the street and entered a short five minute conversation with him, unfortunately wearing her heart on her sleeve.

She was easy to manipulate. Within less than a minute she was wrapped around his finger, a naive mannequin puppet to play with until it broke. Her infatuation ran deep, her mind overflowed with him and all she could think of was him, everything she then did would be for him. It was her wish, she could be anything - become anything - she wanted in the world, but she only wanted to be his. He was not kind however. He devastated her, ruined her, crushed her feelings; but she loved him and he made her happy. She was in love with the man he wasn't. She loved an illusion that he'd planted in her mind.

He was not a good person but she ignored it. He hurt her in ways one should not be hurt, but she ignored everything. Becoming numb to pain, she forgot what love was. Her heart was a crumbling rotten black that no longer beat innocently for him, he took advantage of her to release his own needs. Perhaps she wasn't even the only one imprisoned by him, a doll of his.

Maho gave him everything she had, her life, and he mistreated her. This love hurt her heart, it didn't make her feel good in the slightest. Her soul yearned for his and she was utterly trapped in a downward spiral to utter depravity.

When he tells her he loves her, is he lying? His eyes are dull and always looked past her not at her, it was during the times he was supposed to be showing this desirous love that she found out her position as a tool. He did not feel a thing for her as a human being, she was a tool to exert his desires unto. But she couldn't shake off this torturous love.

Her weakness was loving him too much to not acknowledge his apathy towards her and everything. Her broken heart held too much and thus broke down trying to contain it.

Worst of all they didn't know. They didn't realise how happy she had gotten and how distraught she really was, they were focused on themselves too much to look out for her - one not a part of their tight knit group.

Which is why she couldn't help but lust more for him who accepted her, tool or otherwise; she had a purpose with him. He was her saviour and he told her the truth about her friends; mafia. But at that point she was numb. Unfeeling of anything other than his touch.

This love was not love but hate. The feelings she held for him in the beginning were pure love; but they've grown into a web of miserable and disgusting hatred. She hated him so much that she loved him.

He destroyed her but she loved him so much.

Author's Note:

I'm not sure about publishing this as it's a bit... well who wants to read this? It's pretty dreary if you ask me. I was inspired by some random text posts (like poetry excerpts and things) on pinterest that I found randomly while trying to get inspired for writing more for my Hibari/OC draft. (which is why i have a second account hoohoo)

Haaaah... I'm sorry.

It isn't implied strongly but the relationship was extremely intimate and continued into >TYL and the end of Maho's life wherein she died from stress.

I'll make it clear here too, this is a second account for posting short drafts and perhaps oneshots from the original account: RosieeChanman

Unedited.