[Week 9, Day 3 | Video ]
I --
[ Her expression is one of wariness. She has been noticing the Hitomi malfunctions, of course, and the number of rather irate people on the network ( Read more... )
[ Her expression is one of wariness. She has been noticing the Hitomi malfunctions, of course, and the number of rather irate people on the network ( Read more... )
[ And not so unlike Yachiru, Chrome's name was also given to her by another: Kuromu Dokuro. And she had not known her childhood by the colours of the world, but by the absence thereof. A grey monochrome universe of isolation and daydreams and pain, until that moment when Mukuro had come into her existence and Chrome had been born from Nagi.
(In their intimate moments, there are times when he will call her Nagi, still, and she will smile and accept that he remembers her beginning.
She wanted, once, to become him. And once, she would have corrected any who said she was not. But now, she corrects those who might wish to suggest she is anyone besides herself: She is Kuromu, now. Chrome. Nagi, in the solitude of their room. Nagi, on the doorstep. Nagi, in the bedroom. Chrome, to the world. And this is all she has desire of being.)
So perhaps Chrome has, too, learned to love her smallness.
She runs her fingers through her long hair, absently.
(It is nothing like his was, now. There is no way by which one could mistake their silhouettes.) ]
I -- I suppose I can buy you some, Yachiru.
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