KHR Het Anon Fill: Marital Bliss- Part 3
Title: Marital Bliss
Fandom: KHR
Pairing: Hibari/Chrome (hints of other het pairs here and there)
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Word Count: 5,284
Chapter 3
She blinked, “What…”
“Get out. I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but I refuse to keep on if you’re going to weep all night.”
Chrome hadn’t even been aware she had been crying. The young woman had been so detached from the situation and her own body, Chrome only noticed the tears and how red and burning her eye felt only after walking into her own room.
This marriage wasn’t healthy and beyond a sham. She was tired of trying and him ordering her out was the last straw. She wasn’t one to give into melodramatics or theatrics, those things were more Mukuro-sama’s style since he had a flair for just about everything he did.
Yet, Chrome wasn’t about to put up with it anymore. He said ‘get out’. Granted Chrome ‘knew’ Kyoya only meant out of his bedroom, but she decided to crank it up to the most literal sense and pack up.
As to where, or rather whom; she’d run to didn’t occur until Chrome had already been behind the wheel for an hour, just driving around aimlessly. She thought about going to the Vongola manor and throwing herself on Boss and Kyoko-san’s mercy and into one of many empty guest rooms. But then, she thought about what the repercussions would be to Kyoya.
If Boss somehow got the impression the Cloud was mistreating her…no. Chrome didn’t hate Kyoya, she was just…frustrated, hurt and a million other things she couldn’t sort though at that moment. But, anger wasn’t one of those feelings. She couldn’t run to Nana-san because then Boss would know about it.
Hana-san might have been able to keep it just between them if Chrome asked to stay for awhile without offering an explanation as to why. Ryohei-san wouldn’t though, since he had an ‘extremely’ protective streak to any female associated closely with Vongola. Chrome could just picture him picking a fight with Kyoya…and that wouldn’t end well either.
‘I can’t stay with Yamamoto-san either’ Chrome realized. A single guy housing a married woman under the same apartment roof wouldn’t look good. No matter how innocent the cohabitation it would draw unwanted speculation.
So, Chrome came to a self-compromise and knocked on the door belonging to the flat shared by the Storm Guardian and his long time girlfriend.
“Hahi?” Haru muttered sleepily, leaning on the door slightly as she blinked until seeing Chrome clearly. In an instant the brunette snapped to attention after taking one look at Chrome’s blotchy complexion and the tear tracks.
“Can I stay here tonight?” Chrome asked, her voice threatening to crack if she said anything else. Fortunately for her, Haru didn’t need further explanation because in the next minute the female Mist found herself fussed over while in the next breath Haru told Hayato to get dressed and help Chrome with her ‘things’.
Chrome knew a grilling session was coming, but she wanted to push back to avoid it by impressing her deep gratitude to Haru and Hayato’s generosity of their sofa, while in the same breath expressed her need for sleep, with a promise to answer any and all questions in the morning.
Actually, Chrome planned on sleeping for a few hours, get up and then leave the apartment to find a hotel during daylight hours, then go on to work and avoid Haru and her questions for as long as possible. In theory, her plan was flawless.
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However, Chrome didn’t count on her husband experiencing his first bout of remorse and getting out of bed to check on her. He stared at the empty bed for a good long minute after coming back from a vacant bathroom, which was more unexpected than the empty bed since Kyoya was aware of her habit of washing off then soaking only to go to bed later.
Turning away from her room a second time, he patrolled the hallways, keeping his ears attuned to ‘sniffling’ since he had turned her out for such behavior in the first place. It was only after his third walk around the entire compound, Kyoya finally came to the conclusion she had left him.
His gut reaction was anger. It always was this way with things out of Kyoya’s direct control. Maybe in her herbivore…emotional state (surprisingly he was taking to the Bucking Horse’s ‘advice’ to not refer to his wife as an ‘herbivore’ even inside his own head) she thought he meant out of the house. Out for good. She did always strike him as the ‘too literal’ type. If so, Kyoya concluded he shouldn’t feel guilty and let her sulk for tonight before calling around to fetch her from wherever she holed herself into.
But, then he thought as to where she’d go. Irrational as it was, he pictured her curled up next to the ‘other’ Mist, crying into his arms because the insufferable man would put up with it. Kyoya knew this was impossible though, because that one was still in prison, but the image was burned into his brain so Kyoya couldn’t sleep. And if he couldn’t sleep, then someone’s life was going to be made hell.
Unfortunately for Tetsuya, he was the one who experienced hell because he was awoken in the middle of the night by a very peevish Kyoya who demanded people sent out to find his wayward wife. No explanation as to why she wasn’t home during the middle of the night, Tetsuya had lived this long under Hibari tyranny to know one does not question Kyo-san.
Back to Kyoya, he did not sleep despite knowing members of Foundation would find his wife as promptly as possible. While denying an emotional attachment to his wife, he did not like the idea of being ‘deserted’ either. It left a very bad taste in Kyoya’s mouth, especially since he felt like there was a lot to put up when it came to his wife, without having it in her head to do random disappearing acts.
Namely, he wasn’t used to someone else occupying his house after working hours. He was not accustomed to touching another person or having them touch him. There was a lot he had to give up in order to keep her around, namely his privacy and desire for seclusion, but above all bending of some personal rules.
Kyoya felt this ‘stunt’ of hers was uncalled for and childish and would tell her so once she was brought back. Yet, there was a whisper of a doubt, something that ate at Kyoya more than his initial fury and the following insult to his pride.
The question of if she stayed. Because he could drag her back, but Kyoya was well aware that if she did not want to stay, she’d find a way to be gone for good.
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Chrome woke up much too early when her phone started ringing. She recognized Kyoya’s number and promptly shut it off under the excuse of she didn’t want to wake Haru-san and Hayato-san. However, her excuse quickly became invalid because Hayato-san’s phone started ringing next. He emerged from the bedroom, shadow along the wall of the living room where Chrome was camped out.
“I’m not making any promises…well yeah she’s here but that doesn’t automatically mean she’ll talk to you. …no I don’t know the whole story, Chrome came to the door, talked to Haru for a minute then sacked out on the couch, out like a light.”
Chrome kept her eyes closed tightly, borrowed blanket pulled high around her head while pretending to be asleep even when Gokudera-san gingerly reached over and prodded her shoulder very lightly, not enough to even leave a mark. Obviously he wasn’t trying hard enough to wake her up, so Chrome suspected Hayato-san knew she was wide awake already.
“Nope, she’s asleep. …I’m not waking her up, damnit! Your martial spat can wait until morning, preferably when she’s out of my apartment.”
Chrome cringed, she hadn’t wanted to trouble anyone with this, but didn’t trust driving around the hotel districts or even if the clerk desks were open this late at night. It was too late to escape because Kyoya had already found her. And Chrome suspected leaving would be next to impossible since Foundation members were most likely posted around the area.
‘Did you ever think he wouldn’t find you?’ Chrome asked herself. The answer was a half-committed ‘no’.
Rather she didn’t think he’d be aware of her absence this soon. In retrospect, leaving was a stupid idea. It wasn’t going to suddenly make Kyoya realize how much he needed her in his life. Honestly, Chrome felt that besides sex and forcing himself to converse and interact with a human being who wasn’t an underling, other Guardians, Dino-san or Boss; their marriage had little to no impact on his life.
And, a petty and spiteful part of her; Chrome wanted him to know what it felt like to be confused and hurt. Yet the more she thought about it, the more that was unlikely the case. If anything Kyoya-san was mad she caused a spectacle. After all she carried the Hibari name now, so maintaining dignity -even when having an emotional breakdown- was a priority.
‘I don’t think I want to ‘be’ a Hibari anymore’ Chrome thought after Hayato got fed up with the Cloud Guardian and shut off his phone and went back to bed with Haru-san.
After the phone call, Chrome slept surprisingly well. That might have had something to do with the fact both she and the Storm Guardian put their phones on silent mode.
Haru offered to cook breakfast the following morning, saying Chrome looked a little hungry; but given the looks the Mist and Storm exchanged across the table, they all knew what was coming.
Sure enough, Haru scowled as someone started beating on the door. “Geez, can’t they wait for people to eat a decent meal?” she complained loudly. “Do you think they’ll give it a rest if I open the door and offer them coffee?”
“No. Hibari’s men are soulless machines. Coffee would only frizz out their circuits.” Hayato-san said dryly.
“…probably right” Haru admitted, but looking worriedly at Chrome, who was already getting up from the table. “You don’t have to…Chrome-chan, he wouldn’t tell them to break down the door to get you.”
“Want to bet?” Hayato returned, “He seemed pretty mad last night, almost to the point of accusing us of harboring her like she had committed a felony.”
“Maybe to Kyoya-san it is the same thing.” Chrome added quietly. After all, she had embarrassed him by having to send out people to look for her. Chrome for one was tired of running and felt terrible for dragging Haru-san and Gokudera-san into her mess.
After putting on a change of clothes for the day and packing up her suitcases again, Chrome thanked both for their hospitality on such short notice then turned to the door. She opened the door to find four Foundation members lingering outside, below the balcony catwalk was a parked black car. Chrome knew he was in there. Although she trembled to think of the dressing down in store for her, Chrome was resolved to face it head on.
With that in mind, she quietly followed Hibari’s foot soldiers right to the car. One opened the passenger door so Chrome could slip inside in the back. The door closed just as she scooted to the center of the backseat, sure enough Kyoya was seated on the far right, immaculately dressed and looking better put together than she-who-slept-on-a-friends’-couch.
With a gesture to the driver-Tetsuya-san again- the car pulled away from the curb. Thinking she was going to be spared a very awkward conversation, since Kyoya didn’t start in at her right away, Chrome breathed a sigh of relief. But, it was soon short lived.
“Your little feat has earned my attention, so what do you want to say to me now?” Kyoya began with a bite of annoyance in his otherwise smooth tone.
In return, Chrome bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to say anything. At first it looked like Tetsuya was glancing back through the rear-view mirror to Kyoya-san, looking for direction if they should go home, to the Vongola manor or some other destination.
Kyoya simply told him to keep driving, drawing out the length of time they would be cramped together in the backseat, trying to get the reluctant wife to crack. It wasn’t long before Chrome did finally speak up.
“I only have one thing to say to you. I…I want a divorce.”
Tetsuya-san hit the brakes a little bit harder than he should at the red light. Kyoya glared first at Tetsuya and then to his wife.
“What?” he asked. Chrome’s fingers curled into the seat cushion, “I want a divorce. I can’t do this anymore Kyoya-san. This was a mistake from the start; we are in no way compatible.”
“Stop. Pull over Tetsu and get out.” Chrome had grown used to Kyoya barking orders at the tall man as if he was a slave, but it didn’t feel right to her. Even if Tetsuya complied to orders without complaint couldn’t Kyoya be a bit…nicer?
“Understood Kyo-san” Tetsuya replied as he put the car in park, turned the engine off then stepped out the front door to wait outside the vehicle.
“I refuse your request for a divorce.” Kyoya said the moment they were alone. Chrome felt like breaking again. She wanted out. Could he not see this was a miserable arrangement? They were all wrong. And who was to say if she could give him an heir in the first place?
Anguished, Chrome bit out “If you won’t release me legally then I’ll run away. Every night, if I have to…”
“And I’ll keep chasing after you” Kyoya returned. Honestly, who did she think he was? Foundation was an intelligence network with branches spread out across the world and roots intermingled with the mafia underworld. Did she believe there was a place in on the planet he couldn’t find her?
“It will be an embarrassment though” Chrome pointed out. “I don’t mind…being a disgrace if I can drag the Hibari name along with me.” Bold words, but inside she was shivering. Kyoya-san was not a man to be trifled with especially when it came to his reputation.
Chrome knew what she was doing: prodding the tiger through the bars of his cage. It was a dangerous game to play, but she would do it because Chrome wanted out of her own cage. Out of her commitment, because it was becoming clear they couldn’t make each other happy or even make the marriage work long enough to produce a child. She was ready to raise the white flag, but Kyoya was refusing her that honor.
From Kyoya’s standpoint this was a pointless argument. Her threats were empty and if those words had some weight behind it, so what. Eventually she’d grow tired of running. Or so he thought…
“Do your worst” he said off-handedly because Kyoya was under the impression his wife lacked a spine and her boasts were as empty as her master’s would be.
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Three months after Chrome’s first escape, she begged, borrowed or ‘stole’ jobs right from under the noses of the other Guardians, anything to stay out of Italy. And when Chrome wasn’t working, she was simply ‘missing’ and ‘incommunicado’.
Kyoya for one felt like a fool for ‘forgetting’ his wife was an illusionist and thus could ‘disappear’ or make herself look like anyone at all with her tricks. Finding her was becoming increasingly difficult and the homecomings fewer and far between. And the times he did snag and bring the reluctant woman home, Kyoya was too pissed off to even bother sleeping with her. Predictably, she was gone by morning and the cycle started over again.
He couldn’t go on like this for much longer, while at the same time refused to bend to her demand for a divorce. A divorce meant failure. It meant he released something of his and Kyoya wouldn’t stand for it. And he was too proud to beg for her to stay so they could…’talk’. The thought alone made him feel vaguely ill; so the cycle would keep going.
At the end of his figurative rope with the stubborn woman, Kyoya darkened the door of an unlikely person.
“Well, well, well” Dino grinned, leaning back in his office chair, arms folded behind his head. “To what do I owe the pleasure of you barging into my house in the middle of the night, Kyoya?”
“Coming during daylight hours when people can see me here is out of the question” was his blunt response.
This roused a chuckle from the blond haired mafia boss. “I haven’t heard much about you and your blushing bride as of late.”
The glare he got from Kyoya said it all. “There’s trouble in paradise already?”
“She won’t come home…or rather stay at home.” “What did you do?” Kyoya kept his glare just as menacing and leveling as before. “What makes you think it’s my fault? She’s being childish because I won’t indulge her whims.”
“…and those whims are?” Dino probed, because even he had trouble getting Kyoya Hibari to come out with the full story.
“She wants a divorce.” The office went silent for a moment then a low whistle came from Dino, “Wow…that’s pretty heavy to be called a ‘whim’. Are you sure it’s nothing you…okay, okay forget I asked.”
Another bout of heavy silence followed, then Dino leaned forward, “I don’t need to tell you divorce is a serious thing, Kyoya. But, to have it come up when you two aren’t even wedded six months…something is very wrong.”
The other man scowled, not liking his former ‘teacher’s switch to a marital counselor, especially since the man in front of him probably had litters of bastard children what with all the mistresses he’s had over the years and not a single commitment.
“On second thought it was a mistake to come here.” Kyoya said, moving to get up out of his chair. “Wait…wait…I think I might have something for you. Give Chrome what she wants.”
Before Kyoya could glare- or bite- him to death, Dino said in his defense, “Or rather ‘tell’ her you’ll grant a divorce but she has to come home to settle the details.”
It didn’t take long for Kyoya to get where the mafia boss’s train of thought was heading. “That’s underhanded and deceitful.”
“So I take it that’s a no?” A momentary pause, then Kyoya shrugged. He just stated it was deceitful, but that didn’t mean he was completely against the idea.
As with most dirty jobs, Tetsuya Kusakabe was called by Kyoya Hibari to meet Nagi Hibari at an airport in Paris France to deliver her a message- normally cell phones would be useful but his boss’s wife refused to take Kyo-san’s calls.
The young woman took one look at Tetsuya and appeared to be ready to turn right against the flow of human traffic off the plane and back onto the jet. However, she reconsidered and walked right up to Tetsuya.
Like Kyoya, Chrome was weary of this cat-and-mouse game yet was firm in her belief they were only going to make each other miserable so they needed to break up. Chrome wasn’t sure what it meant when she saw Tetsuya-san standing there and Kyoya was nowhere to be seen, so she cautiously approached.
“Nagi-san” he bowed to the young woman for a moment, “Kyo-san sent me to pass a message along to you. He wants you to come home so you two can discuss the conditions of your divorce.”
It sounded almost too good to be true. At last, no more globe hopping or looking over her shoulder. No more awkward sex. She would be free. “Tell him, I’ll be on the first flight back to Italy.”
“You could ride back with me on the private plane.”
“…he has a private plane?” Chrome questioned.
Kyoya Hibari got a heads up from Tetsuya that he had the runaway in custody and she and the co-founder would be back within a matter of hours. His body said rest was in order, but the Vongola Cloud knew he would not sleep, most likely he’d lie in bed and that would just be a waste of time. Instead, Kyoya patiently waited in his office, going through out his day and mentally ticking off the bullet points to his plan of action.
After what seemed like an eternity, Tetsu called one last time to let his boss know they had arrived and she had been instructed to meet in his office. Preparing official looking documents on the table, Kyoya bided his time as the door opened.
Chrome wasn’t sure what to expect. She almost wanted to see Hotaka-san again so this matter could be over and done with quickly, thus the young woman was disappointed to find only her husband there. Alone. And now she was in the same room as him. She was alone with him for the first time in…two weeks at best.
“Did you have fun traveling?” he began. It sounded snide and condescending without stooping to the exact definition of the word. Stiffly, Chrome nodded. “Yes work was…it went well” she ended lamely. “Amazing how you suddenly wanted to take every mission out of Italy.” Kyoya began, but then restrained himself. This wasn’t Mukuro he was verbally sparring with.
According to the Bucking Horse, he’d have to admit some fictional wrongdoing and grovel in order to convince her to stay. Kyoya Hibari did not grovel, nor beg, nor ask. He fought for what he wanted, he’d use slightly immoral means to obtain and he would take. So when Chrome leaned over to eye the documents, Kyoya opened a box weapon and suddenly had the female Mist’s wrists in cuffs.
Wide-eyed and confused, Chrome twisted around to look at Kyoya and ask what was the meaning of all of this, instead he lead her to sit down in a chair with a jerk of the handcuff chain.
“Sit. We are going to end this little game of yours tonight.” Shifting uncomfortably in her chair, Chrome now realized she had been lured into a trap. Too late to make a run for it and using an illusion to render herself invisible would not only delay the inevitable, but really piss Kyoya off.
He kept the hand cuff handle tightly in his grip while moving a chair to face opposite of Chrome. For several minutes the room was filled with a heavy silence, Chrome avoiding looking directly at the husband she had been actively running away from for months.
“I’m trying to understand…” Kyoya began, his tone even almost monotone even and expression the same as normal.
“I accepted responsibility for you. I’ve taken care of you, even entertained your ‘affection’ clause in our contract.”
“For a week” Chrome cut in, unable to resist the dig. “…clearly, that was my mistake. However, you haven’t been very accommodating either.”
Chrome wanted to laugh, but didn’t for fear of giving into hysterics. Suddenly, she was the one at fault, just for wanting out of a marriage that should have never been. Yet she was the criminal, right down to this interrogation and the hand cuffs.
“I haven’t been…accommodating as you put it…” Chrome bit her lip for a moment. Did she want to say it? Did she really want to stir up anymore trouble?
“Because…I dread having sex with you. It is the most…embarrassing, humiliating and one of the worst experiences. I don’t enjoy it or you at all. But…that doesn’t really matter, so I gave up trying, gave up pretending that maybe we could make it less of a chore and more of a…pleasure.”
If anything she had said wounded his masculine pride at all, Kyoya Hibari didn’t show it. And in return, Chrome Hibari had to bite down on her lip again to keep from lashing out. She was so exhausted of him being stoic and unaffected by any of this.
“I’m tried of fighting you just to touch you or let me participate. I pretty much lie back and take it…so I’m sorry for backing down on my obligations, but I can’t put up with this.”
Kyoya listened to his wife’s response, the only bright side that he saw was at least she wasn’t crying or threatening to runaway and divorces him.
“What needs to be done in order to convince you to stay?”
Chrome shook her head, “There isn’t anything. I just want out of this marriage.”
“That’s not what I asked you. What needs to happen to make you willingly stay in this house and committed to our vows?”
“…I’m not doing another contract” Chrome replied. Kyoya felt like he was either talking to himself or to a very slow child. “This isn’t about the contract. This is about what I need to do in order to convince you to stay.” There. He said it. Not exactly begging or groveling like the Horse described, but still felt wrong on his mouth.
Chrome was stunned into silence for a moment. Another chewing of her lips followed, close to breaking the skin at this point. He didn’t understand, they just couldn’t make it work. She needed Kyoya to accept her, but that would be asking him to change something about himself.
She learned a long, long time ago, as a fourteen year old girl who thought she could reform a criminal and they could be ‘happy’, that forcing someone to change was a fantasy.
So aloud she admitted in a defeatist tone, “What I want is something you can’t give me.” Chrome tried putting it into simpler and clear words, but there was a tangle of feelings involved.
She wanted him to suddenly drop everything if they just wanted to escape. Not even for sex, but just to get away and be alone together, similar to how Kyoya dropped whatever he was doing to fight Dino-san…only minus the anger and ‘biting to death’ threats. She wanted Kyoya to be receptive to touch and let her be active in their ‘encounters’.
Most of all Chrome wanted to go back to the first night when Kyoya said he wanted an equal partner, to be given an honest shot at shaping herself into that elusive person.
In short, all the things Chrome wanted couldn’t be quantified in legal terms, put on paper or even expressed. Chrome wanted to be needed while at the same time was aware that if she walked out tonight, his life would go on mostly unaltered. Her being there didn’t change anything or shake up routine, neither would her absence.
Kyoya for one was tired and frustrated. He felt like every turn was hitting a brick wall with the woman sitting across from him. What was the point of her fighting against him? They both knew who was going to win, yet even now the female Mist resisted and wouldn’t clarify as to what he couldn’t give her.
Compromise. He hated that word almost as much as ‘divorce’ and ‘groveling’. Actually, there were quite a few words Kyoya Hibari felt should be stricken from any and all languages, but that was neither here nor there.
Regardless, he’d have to compromise with his wife. “Give it another three months. If you feel exactly the same at that point, I’ll…consider contacting Hotaka-san again.”
“…to work on divorce papers” Chrome filled in. She wasn’t going to be tricked again. And she was starting to notice Kyoya tended to cheat sometimes by omitting words. Not lying though. Lying was for Mist users, rather the Cloud left out a word or two or twisted things for his own purposes, but it was still the truth no matter how one looked at it. Just fragmented bits of the truth.
“Yes” he said blandly. Chrome knew she was on thin ice. Kyoya’s patience could only last for so long, but felt this was important.
“We will need to forget about the three a week obligation too.”
She could tell this went over like a lead balloon by the way Kyoya looked at her, ready to protest.
“Sex…really isn’t something that can be put on a time table or penciled in like an appointment. It…sort of has to come to you…the desire to have it…that is.” Chrome muttered.
There was a tale-tell tightness in his jaw, Chrome wasn’t sure exactly what it meant only that it was a warning.
“Don’t get me wrong…you’re the first person I’ve ever had sex with and so far the only one, but I have been thinking. Maybe the reason it’s bad for me, but good for you…is because I need something more than a time slot.”
Kyoya for one was getting irritated at her growing lists of ‘wants’ and ‘needs’. And she was being very vague on top of it. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to look into human cloning options after all because Kyoya wasn’t so sure he wanted mixed genetics with someone this inarticulate.
“Think of it like this, you…never plan to fight Dino-san when it comes around .It simply happens without either of you planning it, things simply get out of your control and escalates to the point you can’t ignore it. I want that too…or at least for sex to be like that.”
Okay, now she was digging a deeper hole. Any other time Kyoya would almost be amused to see how his wife dug herself out of it, but right now there was a headache forming and he wanted to wrap this up.
“So you want me to have sex with you…in a similar fashion that I fight against the Bucking Horse?” he asked, wondering where on earth she picked up this insane piece of logic. His bets were on the ‘other’ Mist, the annoying one; feeding her these little tidbits.
“Not that exactly” Chrome said as gently as possible. She was already gun-shy of Kyoya’s sexual organs without the involvement of ‘kinky’ implements like toys…or his tonfas. It seemed like they weren’t quite on the same page.
‘Then again, when are we ever?’ Chrome thought to herself.
“What I’m really after is…spontaneity…desire…passion.” She struggled with each word because Chrome felt embarrassed. The young woman didn’t need to be told her husband found her unattractive, because why would sex be by appointment only, if she were desirable?
“It’s going to take some adjustment and time, but if we both make an effort we can make it work. I think.” Chrome added since she wasn’t as optimistic as her words.
“…so what you’re saying is that you’ll hold out for another three months” Kyoya finally deduced, because that was the only answer he cared about at this point and the details could be worked out later.
Chrome nodded, “I’m willingly to give it three more months, but you’ll have to cooperate too. Um…where are you going?” she asked as Kyoya stalked out of the room.
“To kill a horse.” Kyoya said tersely. After all he couldn’t have his wife under the false impression he desired passionate spontaneity with Dino. Because Kyoya took those three words together to mean Chrome suspected he was sleeping with the blond mafia boss.
And Kyoya could not have such a rumor going around. Therefore, Dino must die. Preferably waking up in terror before meeting his demise…
Meanwhile, Chrome was left sitting in the chair, her hands still cuffed together. “Um…Kyoya-san? …hello?” she asked, wondering if her ‘husband’ planned to leave her like that for the rest of the evening.
Continue
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Notes: I swear I’m getting back to smut. Eventually, honest!
Fandom: KHR
Pairing: Hibari/Chrome (hints of other het pairs here and there)
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Word Count: 5,284
Chapter 3
She blinked, “What…”
“Get out. I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but I refuse to keep on if you’re going to weep all night.”
Chrome hadn’t even been aware she had been crying. The young woman had been so detached from the situation and her own body, Chrome only noticed the tears and how red and burning her eye felt only after walking into her own room.
This marriage wasn’t healthy and beyond a sham. She was tired of trying and him ordering her out was the last straw. She wasn’t one to give into melodramatics or theatrics, those things were more Mukuro-sama’s style since he had a flair for just about everything he did.
Yet, Chrome wasn’t about to put up with it anymore. He said ‘get out’. Granted Chrome ‘knew’ Kyoya only meant out of his bedroom, but she decided to crank it up to the most literal sense and pack up.
As to where, or rather whom; she’d run to didn’t occur until Chrome had already been behind the wheel for an hour, just driving around aimlessly. She thought about going to the Vongola manor and throwing herself on Boss and Kyoko-san’s mercy and into one of many empty guest rooms. But then, she thought about what the repercussions would be to Kyoya.
If Boss somehow got the impression the Cloud was mistreating her…no. Chrome didn’t hate Kyoya, she was just…frustrated, hurt and a million other things she couldn’t sort though at that moment. But, anger wasn’t one of those feelings. She couldn’t run to Nana-san because then Boss would know about it.
Hana-san might have been able to keep it just between them if Chrome asked to stay for awhile without offering an explanation as to why. Ryohei-san wouldn’t though, since he had an ‘extremely’ protective streak to any female associated closely with Vongola. Chrome could just picture him picking a fight with Kyoya…and that wouldn’t end well either.
‘I can’t stay with Yamamoto-san either’ Chrome realized. A single guy housing a married woman under the same apartment roof wouldn’t look good. No matter how innocent the cohabitation it would draw unwanted speculation.
So, Chrome came to a self-compromise and knocked on the door belonging to the flat shared by the Storm Guardian and his long time girlfriend.
“Hahi?” Haru muttered sleepily, leaning on the door slightly as she blinked until seeing Chrome clearly. In an instant the brunette snapped to attention after taking one look at Chrome’s blotchy complexion and the tear tracks.
“Can I stay here tonight?” Chrome asked, her voice threatening to crack if she said anything else. Fortunately for her, Haru didn’t need further explanation because in the next minute the female Mist found herself fussed over while in the next breath Haru told Hayato to get dressed and help Chrome with her ‘things’.
Chrome knew a grilling session was coming, but she wanted to push back to avoid it by impressing her deep gratitude to Haru and Hayato’s generosity of their sofa, while in the same breath expressed her need for sleep, with a promise to answer any and all questions in the morning.
Actually, Chrome planned on sleeping for a few hours, get up and then leave the apartment to find a hotel during daylight hours, then go on to work and avoid Haru and her questions for as long as possible. In theory, her plan was flawless.
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However, Chrome didn’t count on her husband experiencing his first bout of remorse and getting out of bed to check on her. He stared at the empty bed for a good long minute after coming back from a vacant bathroom, which was more unexpected than the empty bed since Kyoya was aware of her habit of washing off then soaking only to go to bed later.
Turning away from her room a second time, he patrolled the hallways, keeping his ears attuned to ‘sniffling’ since he had turned her out for such behavior in the first place. It was only after his third walk around the entire compound, Kyoya finally came to the conclusion she had left him.
His gut reaction was anger. It always was this way with things out of Kyoya’s direct control. Maybe in her herbivore…emotional state (surprisingly he was taking to the Bucking Horse’s ‘advice’ to not refer to his wife as an ‘herbivore’ even inside his own head) she thought he meant out of the house. Out for good. She did always strike him as the ‘too literal’ type. If so, Kyoya concluded he shouldn’t feel guilty and let her sulk for tonight before calling around to fetch her from wherever she holed herself into.
But, then he thought as to where she’d go. Irrational as it was, he pictured her curled up next to the ‘other’ Mist, crying into his arms because the insufferable man would put up with it. Kyoya knew this was impossible though, because that one was still in prison, but the image was burned into his brain so Kyoya couldn’t sleep. And if he couldn’t sleep, then someone’s life was going to be made hell.
Unfortunately for Tetsuya, he was the one who experienced hell because he was awoken in the middle of the night by a very peevish Kyoya who demanded people sent out to find his wayward wife. No explanation as to why she wasn’t home during the middle of the night, Tetsuya had lived this long under Hibari tyranny to know one does not question Kyo-san.
Back to Kyoya, he did not sleep despite knowing members of Foundation would find his wife as promptly as possible. While denying an emotional attachment to his wife, he did not like the idea of being ‘deserted’ either. It left a very bad taste in Kyoya’s mouth, especially since he felt like there was a lot to put up when it came to his wife, without having it in her head to do random disappearing acts.
Namely, he wasn’t used to someone else occupying his house after working hours. He was not accustomed to touching another person or having them touch him. There was a lot he had to give up in order to keep her around, namely his privacy and desire for seclusion, but above all bending of some personal rules.
Kyoya felt this ‘stunt’ of hers was uncalled for and childish and would tell her so once she was brought back. Yet, there was a whisper of a doubt, something that ate at Kyoya more than his initial fury and the following insult to his pride.
The question of if she stayed. Because he could drag her back, but Kyoya was well aware that if she did not want to stay, she’d find a way to be gone for good.
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Chrome woke up much too early when her phone started ringing. She recognized Kyoya’s number and promptly shut it off under the excuse of she didn’t want to wake Haru-san and Hayato-san. However, her excuse quickly became invalid because Hayato-san’s phone started ringing next. He emerged from the bedroom, shadow along the wall of the living room where Chrome was camped out.
“I’m not making any promises…well yeah she’s here but that doesn’t automatically mean she’ll talk to you. …no I don’t know the whole story, Chrome came to the door, talked to Haru for a minute then sacked out on the couch, out like a light.”
Chrome kept her eyes closed tightly, borrowed blanket pulled high around her head while pretending to be asleep even when Gokudera-san gingerly reached over and prodded her shoulder very lightly, not enough to even leave a mark. Obviously he wasn’t trying hard enough to wake her up, so Chrome suspected Hayato-san knew she was wide awake already.
“Nope, she’s asleep. …I’m not waking her up, damnit! Your martial spat can wait until morning, preferably when she’s out of my apartment.”
Chrome cringed, she hadn’t wanted to trouble anyone with this, but didn’t trust driving around the hotel districts or even if the clerk desks were open this late at night. It was too late to escape because Kyoya had already found her. And Chrome suspected leaving would be next to impossible since Foundation members were most likely posted around the area.
‘Did you ever think he wouldn’t find you?’ Chrome asked herself. The answer was a half-committed ‘no’.
Rather she didn’t think he’d be aware of her absence this soon. In retrospect, leaving was a stupid idea. It wasn’t going to suddenly make Kyoya realize how much he needed her in his life. Honestly, Chrome felt that besides sex and forcing himself to converse and interact with a human being who wasn’t an underling, other Guardians, Dino-san or Boss; their marriage had little to no impact on his life.
And, a petty and spiteful part of her; Chrome wanted him to know what it felt like to be confused and hurt. Yet the more she thought about it, the more that was unlikely the case. If anything Kyoya-san was mad she caused a spectacle. After all she carried the Hibari name now, so maintaining dignity -even when having an emotional breakdown- was a priority.
‘I don’t think I want to ‘be’ a Hibari anymore’ Chrome thought after Hayato got fed up with the Cloud Guardian and shut off his phone and went back to bed with Haru-san.
After the phone call, Chrome slept surprisingly well. That might have had something to do with the fact both she and the Storm Guardian put their phones on silent mode.
Haru offered to cook breakfast the following morning, saying Chrome looked a little hungry; but given the looks the Mist and Storm exchanged across the table, they all knew what was coming.
Sure enough, Haru scowled as someone started beating on the door. “Geez, can’t they wait for people to eat a decent meal?” she complained loudly. “Do you think they’ll give it a rest if I open the door and offer them coffee?”
“No. Hibari’s men are soulless machines. Coffee would only frizz out their circuits.” Hayato-san said dryly.
“…probably right” Haru admitted, but looking worriedly at Chrome, who was already getting up from the table. “You don’t have to…Chrome-chan, he wouldn’t tell them to break down the door to get you.”
“Want to bet?” Hayato returned, “He seemed pretty mad last night, almost to the point of accusing us of harboring her like she had committed a felony.”
“Maybe to Kyoya-san it is the same thing.” Chrome added quietly. After all, she had embarrassed him by having to send out people to look for her. Chrome for one was tired of running and felt terrible for dragging Haru-san and Gokudera-san into her mess.
After putting on a change of clothes for the day and packing up her suitcases again, Chrome thanked both for their hospitality on such short notice then turned to the door. She opened the door to find four Foundation members lingering outside, below the balcony catwalk was a parked black car. Chrome knew he was in there. Although she trembled to think of the dressing down in store for her, Chrome was resolved to face it head on.
With that in mind, she quietly followed Hibari’s foot soldiers right to the car. One opened the passenger door so Chrome could slip inside in the back. The door closed just as she scooted to the center of the backseat, sure enough Kyoya was seated on the far right, immaculately dressed and looking better put together than she-who-slept-on-a-friends’-couch.
With a gesture to the driver-Tetsuya-san again- the car pulled away from the curb. Thinking she was going to be spared a very awkward conversation, since Kyoya didn’t start in at her right away, Chrome breathed a sigh of relief. But, it was soon short lived.
“Your little feat has earned my attention, so what do you want to say to me now?” Kyoya began with a bite of annoyance in his otherwise smooth tone.
In return, Chrome bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to say anything. At first it looked like Tetsuya was glancing back through the rear-view mirror to Kyoya-san, looking for direction if they should go home, to the Vongola manor or some other destination.
Kyoya simply told him to keep driving, drawing out the length of time they would be cramped together in the backseat, trying to get the reluctant wife to crack. It wasn’t long before Chrome did finally speak up.
“I only have one thing to say to you. I…I want a divorce.”
Tetsuya-san hit the brakes a little bit harder than he should at the red light. Kyoya glared first at Tetsuya and then to his wife.
“What?” he asked. Chrome’s fingers curled into the seat cushion, “I want a divorce. I can’t do this anymore Kyoya-san. This was a mistake from the start; we are in no way compatible.”
“Stop. Pull over Tetsu and get out.” Chrome had grown used to Kyoya barking orders at the tall man as if he was a slave, but it didn’t feel right to her. Even if Tetsuya complied to orders without complaint couldn’t Kyoya be a bit…nicer?
“Understood Kyo-san” Tetsuya replied as he put the car in park, turned the engine off then stepped out the front door to wait outside the vehicle.
“I refuse your request for a divorce.” Kyoya said the moment they were alone. Chrome felt like breaking again. She wanted out. Could he not see this was a miserable arrangement? They were all wrong. And who was to say if she could give him an heir in the first place?
Anguished, Chrome bit out “If you won’t release me legally then I’ll run away. Every night, if I have to…”
“And I’ll keep chasing after you” Kyoya returned. Honestly, who did she think he was? Foundation was an intelligence network with branches spread out across the world and roots intermingled with the mafia underworld. Did she believe there was a place in on the planet he couldn’t find her?
“It will be an embarrassment though” Chrome pointed out. “I don’t mind…being a disgrace if I can drag the Hibari name along with me.” Bold words, but inside she was shivering. Kyoya-san was not a man to be trifled with especially when it came to his reputation.
Chrome knew what she was doing: prodding the tiger through the bars of his cage. It was a dangerous game to play, but she would do it because Chrome wanted out of her own cage. Out of her commitment, because it was becoming clear they couldn’t make each other happy or even make the marriage work long enough to produce a child. She was ready to raise the white flag, but Kyoya was refusing her that honor.
From Kyoya’s standpoint this was a pointless argument. Her threats were empty and if those words had some weight behind it, so what. Eventually she’d grow tired of running. Or so he thought…
“Do your worst” he said off-handedly because Kyoya was under the impression his wife lacked a spine and her boasts were as empty as her master’s would be.
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Three months after Chrome’s first escape, she begged, borrowed or ‘stole’ jobs right from under the noses of the other Guardians, anything to stay out of Italy. And when Chrome wasn’t working, she was simply ‘missing’ and ‘incommunicado’.
Kyoya for one felt like a fool for ‘forgetting’ his wife was an illusionist and thus could ‘disappear’ or make herself look like anyone at all with her tricks. Finding her was becoming increasingly difficult and the homecomings fewer and far between. And the times he did snag and bring the reluctant woman home, Kyoya was too pissed off to even bother sleeping with her. Predictably, she was gone by morning and the cycle started over again.
He couldn’t go on like this for much longer, while at the same time refused to bend to her demand for a divorce. A divorce meant failure. It meant he released something of his and Kyoya wouldn’t stand for it. And he was too proud to beg for her to stay so they could…’talk’. The thought alone made him feel vaguely ill; so the cycle would keep going.
At the end of his figurative rope with the stubborn woman, Kyoya darkened the door of an unlikely person.
“Well, well, well” Dino grinned, leaning back in his office chair, arms folded behind his head. “To what do I owe the pleasure of you barging into my house in the middle of the night, Kyoya?”
“Coming during daylight hours when people can see me here is out of the question” was his blunt response.
This roused a chuckle from the blond haired mafia boss. “I haven’t heard much about you and your blushing bride as of late.”
The glare he got from Kyoya said it all. “There’s trouble in paradise already?”
“She won’t come home…or rather stay at home.” “What did you do?” Kyoya kept his glare just as menacing and leveling as before. “What makes you think it’s my fault? She’s being childish because I won’t indulge her whims.”
“…and those whims are?” Dino probed, because even he had trouble getting Kyoya Hibari to come out with the full story.
“She wants a divorce.” The office went silent for a moment then a low whistle came from Dino, “Wow…that’s pretty heavy to be called a ‘whim’. Are you sure it’s nothing you…okay, okay forget I asked.”
Another bout of heavy silence followed, then Dino leaned forward, “I don’t need to tell you divorce is a serious thing, Kyoya. But, to have it come up when you two aren’t even wedded six months…something is very wrong.”
The other man scowled, not liking his former ‘teacher’s switch to a marital counselor, especially since the man in front of him probably had litters of bastard children what with all the mistresses he’s had over the years and not a single commitment.
“On second thought it was a mistake to come here.” Kyoya said, moving to get up out of his chair. “Wait…wait…I think I might have something for you. Give Chrome what she wants.”
Before Kyoya could glare- or bite- him to death, Dino said in his defense, “Or rather ‘tell’ her you’ll grant a divorce but she has to come home to settle the details.”
It didn’t take long for Kyoya to get where the mafia boss’s train of thought was heading. “That’s underhanded and deceitful.”
“So I take it that’s a no?” A momentary pause, then Kyoya shrugged. He just stated it was deceitful, but that didn’t mean he was completely against the idea.
As with most dirty jobs, Tetsuya Kusakabe was called by Kyoya Hibari to meet Nagi Hibari at an airport in Paris France to deliver her a message- normally cell phones would be useful but his boss’s wife refused to take Kyo-san’s calls.
The young woman took one look at Tetsuya and appeared to be ready to turn right against the flow of human traffic off the plane and back onto the jet. However, she reconsidered and walked right up to Tetsuya.
Like Kyoya, Chrome was weary of this cat-and-mouse game yet was firm in her belief they were only going to make each other miserable so they needed to break up. Chrome wasn’t sure what it meant when she saw Tetsuya-san standing there and Kyoya was nowhere to be seen, so she cautiously approached.
“Nagi-san” he bowed to the young woman for a moment, “Kyo-san sent me to pass a message along to you. He wants you to come home so you two can discuss the conditions of your divorce.”
It sounded almost too good to be true. At last, no more globe hopping or looking over her shoulder. No more awkward sex. She would be free. “Tell him, I’ll be on the first flight back to Italy.”
“You could ride back with me on the private plane.”
“…he has a private plane?” Chrome questioned.
Kyoya Hibari got a heads up from Tetsuya that he had the runaway in custody and she and the co-founder would be back within a matter of hours. His body said rest was in order, but the Vongola Cloud knew he would not sleep, most likely he’d lie in bed and that would just be a waste of time. Instead, Kyoya patiently waited in his office, going through out his day and mentally ticking off the bullet points to his plan of action.
After what seemed like an eternity, Tetsu called one last time to let his boss know they had arrived and she had been instructed to meet in his office. Preparing official looking documents on the table, Kyoya bided his time as the door opened.
Chrome wasn’t sure what to expect. She almost wanted to see Hotaka-san again so this matter could be over and done with quickly, thus the young woman was disappointed to find only her husband there. Alone. And now she was in the same room as him. She was alone with him for the first time in…two weeks at best.
“Did you have fun traveling?” he began. It sounded snide and condescending without stooping to the exact definition of the word. Stiffly, Chrome nodded. “Yes work was…it went well” she ended lamely. “Amazing how you suddenly wanted to take every mission out of Italy.” Kyoya began, but then restrained himself. This wasn’t Mukuro he was verbally sparring with.
According to the Bucking Horse, he’d have to admit some fictional wrongdoing and grovel in order to convince her to stay. Kyoya Hibari did not grovel, nor beg, nor ask. He fought for what he wanted, he’d use slightly immoral means to obtain and he would take. So when Chrome leaned over to eye the documents, Kyoya opened a box weapon and suddenly had the female Mist’s wrists in cuffs.
Wide-eyed and confused, Chrome twisted around to look at Kyoya and ask what was the meaning of all of this, instead he lead her to sit down in a chair with a jerk of the handcuff chain.
“Sit. We are going to end this little game of yours tonight.” Shifting uncomfortably in her chair, Chrome now realized she had been lured into a trap. Too late to make a run for it and using an illusion to render herself invisible would not only delay the inevitable, but really piss Kyoya off.
He kept the hand cuff handle tightly in his grip while moving a chair to face opposite of Chrome. For several minutes the room was filled with a heavy silence, Chrome avoiding looking directly at the husband she had been actively running away from for months.
“I’m trying to understand…” Kyoya began, his tone even almost monotone even and expression the same as normal.
“I accepted responsibility for you. I’ve taken care of you, even entertained your ‘affection’ clause in our contract.”
“For a week” Chrome cut in, unable to resist the dig. “…clearly, that was my mistake. However, you haven’t been very accommodating either.”
Chrome wanted to laugh, but didn’t for fear of giving into hysterics. Suddenly, she was the one at fault, just for wanting out of a marriage that should have never been. Yet she was the criminal, right down to this interrogation and the hand cuffs.
“I haven’t been…accommodating as you put it…” Chrome bit her lip for a moment. Did she want to say it? Did she really want to stir up anymore trouble?
“Because…I dread having sex with you. It is the most…embarrassing, humiliating and one of the worst experiences. I don’t enjoy it or you at all. But…that doesn’t really matter, so I gave up trying, gave up pretending that maybe we could make it less of a chore and more of a…pleasure.”
If anything she had said wounded his masculine pride at all, Kyoya Hibari didn’t show it. And in return, Chrome Hibari had to bite down on her lip again to keep from lashing out. She was so exhausted of him being stoic and unaffected by any of this.
“I’m tried of fighting you just to touch you or let me participate. I pretty much lie back and take it…so I’m sorry for backing down on my obligations, but I can’t put up with this.”
Kyoya listened to his wife’s response, the only bright side that he saw was at least she wasn’t crying or threatening to runaway and divorces him.
“What needs to be done in order to convince you to stay?”
Chrome shook her head, “There isn’t anything. I just want out of this marriage.”
“That’s not what I asked you. What needs to happen to make you willingly stay in this house and committed to our vows?”
“…I’m not doing another contract” Chrome replied. Kyoya felt like he was either talking to himself or to a very slow child. “This isn’t about the contract. This is about what I need to do in order to convince you to stay.” There. He said it. Not exactly begging or groveling like the Horse described, but still felt wrong on his mouth.
Chrome was stunned into silence for a moment. Another chewing of her lips followed, close to breaking the skin at this point. He didn’t understand, they just couldn’t make it work. She needed Kyoya to accept her, but that would be asking him to change something about himself.
She learned a long, long time ago, as a fourteen year old girl who thought she could reform a criminal and they could be ‘happy’, that forcing someone to change was a fantasy.
So aloud she admitted in a defeatist tone, “What I want is something you can’t give me.” Chrome tried putting it into simpler and clear words, but there was a tangle of feelings involved.
She wanted him to suddenly drop everything if they just wanted to escape. Not even for sex, but just to get away and be alone together, similar to how Kyoya dropped whatever he was doing to fight Dino-san…only minus the anger and ‘biting to death’ threats. She wanted Kyoya to be receptive to touch and let her be active in their ‘encounters’.
Most of all Chrome wanted to go back to the first night when Kyoya said he wanted an equal partner, to be given an honest shot at shaping herself into that elusive person.
In short, all the things Chrome wanted couldn’t be quantified in legal terms, put on paper or even expressed. Chrome wanted to be needed while at the same time was aware that if she walked out tonight, his life would go on mostly unaltered. Her being there didn’t change anything or shake up routine, neither would her absence.
Kyoya for one was tired and frustrated. He felt like every turn was hitting a brick wall with the woman sitting across from him. What was the point of her fighting against him? They both knew who was going to win, yet even now the female Mist resisted and wouldn’t clarify as to what he couldn’t give her.
Compromise. He hated that word almost as much as ‘divorce’ and ‘groveling’. Actually, there were quite a few words Kyoya Hibari felt should be stricken from any and all languages, but that was neither here nor there.
Regardless, he’d have to compromise with his wife. “Give it another three months. If you feel exactly the same at that point, I’ll…consider contacting Hotaka-san again.”
“…to work on divorce papers” Chrome filled in. She wasn’t going to be tricked again. And she was starting to notice Kyoya tended to cheat sometimes by omitting words. Not lying though. Lying was for Mist users, rather the Cloud left out a word or two or twisted things for his own purposes, but it was still the truth no matter how one looked at it. Just fragmented bits of the truth.
“Yes” he said blandly. Chrome knew she was on thin ice. Kyoya’s patience could only last for so long, but felt this was important.
“We will need to forget about the three a week obligation too.”
She could tell this went over like a lead balloon by the way Kyoya looked at her, ready to protest.
“Sex…really isn’t something that can be put on a time table or penciled in like an appointment. It…sort of has to come to you…the desire to have it…that is.” Chrome muttered.
There was a tale-tell tightness in his jaw, Chrome wasn’t sure exactly what it meant only that it was a warning.
“Don’t get me wrong…you’re the first person I’ve ever had sex with and so far the only one, but I have been thinking. Maybe the reason it’s bad for me, but good for you…is because I need something more than a time slot.”
Kyoya for one was getting irritated at her growing lists of ‘wants’ and ‘needs’. And she was being very vague on top of it. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to look into human cloning options after all because Kyoya wasn’t so sure he wanted mixed genetics with someone this inarticulate.
“Think of it like this, you…never plan to fight Dino-san when it comes around .It simply happens without either of you planning it, things simply get out of your control and escalates to the point you can’t ignore it. I want that too…or at least for sex to be like that.”
Okay, now she was digging a deeper hole. Any other time Kyoya would almost be amused to see how his wife dug herself out of it, but right now there was a headache forming and he wanted to wrap this up.
“So you want me to have sex with you…in a similar fashion that I fight against the Bucking Horse?” he asked, wondering where on earth she picked up this insane piece of logic. His bets were on the ‘other’ Mist, the annoying one; feeding her these little tidbits.
“Not that exactly” Chrome said as gently as possible. She was already gun-shy of Kyoya’s sexual organs without the involvement of ‘kinky’ implements like toys…or his tonfas. It seemed like they weren’t quite on the same page.
‘Then again, when are we ever?’ Chrome thought to herself.
“What I’m really after is…spontaneity…desire…passion.” She struggled with each word because Chrome felt embarrassed. The young woman didn’t need to be told her husband found her unattractive, because why would sex be by appointment only, if she were desirable?
“It’s going to take some adjustment and time, but if we both make an effort we can make it work. I think.” Chrome added since she wasn’t as optimistic as her words.
“…so what you’re saying is that you’ll hold out for another three months” Kyoya finally deduced, because that was the only answer he cared about at this point and the details could be worked out later.
Chrome nodded, “I’m willingly to give it three more months, but you’ll have to cooperate too. Um…where are you going?” she asked as Kyoya stalked out of the room.
“To kill a horse.” Kyoya said tersely. After all he couldn’t have his wife under the false impression he desired passionate spontaneity with Dino. Because Kyoya took those three words together to mean Chrome suspected he was sleeping with the blond mafia boss.
And Kyoya could not have such a rumor going around. Therefore, Dino must die. Preferably waking up in terror before meeting his demise…
Meanwhile, Chrome was left sitting in the chair, her hands still cuffed together. “Um…Kyoya-san? …hello?” she asked, wondering if her ‘husband’ planned to leave her like that for the rest of the evening.
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Notes: I swear I’m getting back to smut. Eventually, honest!