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g-guys cloakanddaikon is amazing ;;
"Do I know you?" The eyes looking up at him are distant and cold, with no recognition at all. He knows those eyes, knows that body. Knows the presence that's mingled with the scent of blood, the scent of lotuses. Nelumbo nucifera.
"Mukuro-sama."
"You know me."
"I would know Mukuro-sama anywhere. It's Chikusa."
The child's gaze drops to his cheek, looking at the barcode tattooed there. "You're old."
"I am still myself."
"Ohh~?" There's no belief in the child's voice. It doesn't matter. He reaches out, wraps his hand around the trident's point, squeezes until the blade cuts into his palm. Two centimeters long, diagonally. He will still be able to fight. The pain is nothing.
"I follow Mukuro-sama."
Blood runs down the trident's blade, drowning the reflection of Mukuro's smile. There's no joy in the curve of the child's lips -- only the promise of cruelty -- but that's as it should be. That's right.
"Hello, Chikusa."
"Do I know you?" The eyes looking up at him are distant and cold, with no recognition at all. He knows those eyes, knows that body. Knows the presence that's mingled with the scent of blood, the scent of lotuses. Nelumbo nucifera.
"Mukuro-sama."
"You know me."
"I would know Mukuro-sama anywhere. It's Chikusa."
The child's gaze drops to his cheek, looking at the barcode tattooed there. "You're old."
"I am still myself."
"Ohh~?" There's no belief in the child's voice. It doesn't matter. He reaches out, wraps his hand around the trident's point, squeezes until the blade cuts into his palm. Two centimeters long, diagonally. He will still be able to fight. The pain is nothing.
"I follow Mukuro-sama."
Blood runs down the trident's blade, drowning the reflection of Mukuro's smile. There's no joy in the curve of the child's lips -- only the promise of cruelty -- but that's as it should be. That's right.
"Hello, Chikusa."