I Didn't Ask For This Life (KHR Fanfic)

The Other Half of The Mist

-Tsuna's POV-

I woke up frowning deeply. With my mind still fogged with sleep, I vaguely recall having an unpleasant dream where I'm insulted by a talking pineapple.

Am I lower than a fruit?!

But then the fog cleared up and I recalled everything that happened. I sat up straight on my bed with a jolt.

'So that wasn't just a dream! It was real.'

Mukuro had asked me to find a girl for him. His 'other-half' as he said is located in a hospital in a town next to Namimori. He did not give any description of how she looks like, not even her name. He just said that I'll be able to immediately recognize her when I see her. When he said it like that, I could only picture in my head another pineapple head girl in green uniform, smirking evilly like him.

How terrifying. It'll be like having two Mukuros around me. I'm not sure I would want that. But seeing that I already promised Mukuro I would go find her and that I needed as much help as I can, I have no choice but to go.

It was easy finding which hospital she's at because there's only one big hospital in that small town. But here's where the hard part starts. Since I have no idea what she looks like or her name, I have to go around looking for her without looking too suspicious as I wondered around the hall aimlessly.

After walking for what felt like hours to me, I came across a nameplate with only one word on it: 'Nagi'. This caught my attention as most nameplates have their full name on it; the patient's actual name and their family's name (surname). But this only has 'Nagi' printed on it, no second name. It gave me a strange lonely feeling just by staring at the nameplate and I found myself opening the door before I could stop myself.

The room was deathly quiet, with only the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor in this excruciatingly bright, white room. A lone, petite girl lay on the bed, her skin as pale as the sheets around her. Her arms were covered in bandages as well as her right eye. She looks around the same age as me but I could be wrong because she's so skinny it's obvious she hasn't been fed well for a long time now.

'What the hell are her parents doing?!' I can't help but get angry as I stared at the sick girl. Even though it is visiting hours right now, there was no one here and judging by the state of the room, they haven't been here in ages. Many other patients' room was filled with colorful gift baskets or flowers to brighten up the atmosphere but here, it's all white. Nothing but white. A out-of-place vase with a single, purple flower sticking out of it was the only thing that brought color into the room. My guess is that a sympathetic nurse probably brought that in for her.

I sighed, not liking this but I couldn't do anything about it either. I don't even know I came into a stranger's room. I was about to leave when a voice stopped me.

"M-Mu...kuro......s-sa...ma...." she muttered. I turned and frowned. 'How does she know that name?'

Her eyes slowly flickered open and turned to meet mine. She brightened up visibly when she saw me standing there despite the fact that I was a stranger who intruded into her room.

"B-Bos...su..." she whispered. I came closer to hear her more clearly and she repeated her words.

"Why are you calling me your boss? And how do you know of Mukuro?"

"Mukuro-sama told....me you'd come. He wanted....me to be of.....use to you." She said between heavy breaths. The whole time she spoke, I could see her complexion getting better and better which was strange because she look like death a few minutes ago.

"Are you sure he didn't want me to help you and not the other way round?" I asked, skeptical.

"N-No. I'm.....one with Mukuro-sama so while Mukuro-sama is resting, I'll be your protector as what Mukuro-sama told me to do." She said; her voice barely above a whisper but because there was only the two of us in the quiet room, I can hear her words clearly.