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The Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Kink Meme 3!
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Re: Namegiver 2/?

[anonymous]

'Mukuro-sama...what should I do?' she asked, left eye closed as if being unable to see would help better connect her to the imprisoned illusionist. Slowly struggling and straining to hear or at least sense his presence, Chrome was jerked out of concentration when a cold hand rested on hers. The girl tried to pull away, but Daemon's grip was stronger.

“He can't hear you, Chrome. Or rather...he's not listening.”

A chill rippled through the young woman. Daemon stared at her shocked expression, “He left you Chrome. Not long after I brought you here.”

“I...that...that's a lie” she muttered, yet the Mist Guardian's expression was as open as Daemon's show of concern was deceptive.

“I'm afraid it's true. Mukuro realized who I was and fled.” When he saw doubt cloud her gaze, Daemon moved his hands to fully cover Chrome's. “I know this is quite a shock to you. I'm sure you thought he'd always stay, but deep down Mukuro is a coward. He'd rather rob you of the organs he so freely gave, just to protect himself.”

'No. No...that's not true!' Chrome thought. He was lying, had to be because if Mukuro-sama had left her for good then how was she...

“You...replaced my organs” she said. Daemon smiled, “Guilty as charged. I couldn't just let you die, Chrome. You're too important.”

She didn't believe it. Chrome knew she wasn't very strong. Most of everything she had came from Mukuro-sama. So what did this man want if it wasn't for the man behind her existence?

“You look so pale. Perhaps you should rest first, then we can talk more.” Daemon observed. Chrome shook her head. Sleep was the last thing on her mind when she couldn't contact Mukuro-sama and this strange man was hovering around.

Daemon smirked, “I'm sorry, Chrome, but I'm afraid I must insist.” With that, her world went pitch black. When the girl's limp body fell back into Daemon's arms he crooned gently to the unconscious figure.

“Don't worry little dove. I'll only give you sweet dreams.”

-notes creepy enough yet, OP? If not, hang on. It gets better/worse.

Re: Namegiver 3/?

[anonymous]

Chrome 'woke up' to a different world. It wasn't the lavishly decorate four walls that had been her pretty prison the last few days. The bed was gone, in place was something resembling more of a wooden plank with a lumpy cloth 'sack' that she supposed served as a mattress. Folded up at the end of this bed (for lack of a better term) was a moldy and moth-holey blanket. The wooden floor around her was coated in dirt and grim with broken toy parts scattered all around.

Chrome also noticed she was out of the Shimon uniform and dressed in something like a dirty pillow case with holes at the top and side for head and arms, grayed from wear and rarely washed if the smell was anything to go on. Noticing something else was missing the girl felt around for her eye patch. But her fingers only meet smooth skin where cloth should be.

“...he's starting to scare the other children, Father. I think it's time we let him go.”

Chrome gasped as she heard the voices grow louder and louder, along with the thudding of footsteps.

“And let him run loose in society? No, Sister Marie. We can't do that...”

Chrome opened the door slightly, peering through the sliver with her good eye. A man dressed in the black-white garb of a Catholic priest had his back to her while discussing some boy with a woman in a nun's garment of robes and headpiece.

“He's had a rough life from the start. Perhaps, through him, God is teaching us all to persevere. Since he hasn't broken any rules or harmed anyone, the best we can do Sister Marie is train him, love him, and nurture the poor boy. We just might be his last chance at salvation.”

“...they'll hit you if they catch you out of bed.” a voice whispered behind Chrome. She gasped and jerked away from the door, scrambling to close it while also backing away from the source of a seemingly disembodied voice.

She turned to face a boy. Indigo hair parted in twin angular stripes. His blue eyes creased in a smile when he looked at her shocked face. “Did I scare you?” he asked.

“...a little.” Chrome whispered. This boy looked familiar and it made her non-existent stomach churn.

His smile grew, though was taking on more characteristics of a smirk, “Don't be afraid. I'm not like them” the boy brought a match seemingly out of nowhere and probably procured the oil lamp in his opposite hand from the same place.

“They pray to God for miracles” Chrome blinked as the fire flared, arched out of the lamp and dancing in the boy's open palm.

“As for myself...I make my own miracles.”

Re: Namegiver 4/?

[anonymous]

The boy's name was Daemon. “People say my name means I'm cursed. That I'm the devil, Satan, and a bunch of other stuff” he said as they sat in the limbs of an apple tree.

“I'm kind of inclined to believe them” he said between a bite of an apple- Chrome noticed he only ever took one or two bites before throwing one away and reaching for another as if never satisfied with how the last one tasted. “My momma didn't want me. She had a lot of men coming in and out of the house and I guess me hanging around and looking at them turned her customers away.”

He laughed at the face she made. “Why do you flinch? I'm not ashamed of where I came from. People are just idiots. We call came from the same place, so what does it matter if I don't know who my father is.”

Chrome soon learned that Daemon's smiles were as kind as the boy's actions were cruel. When girls started pulling Chrome's hair and calling her a witch, all because she hung around Daemon yet wasn't scared of him; he set their hair on fire. She watched in horror while he watched them wail and seek out water, the smell of burnt hair and skin making Chrome sick in the process.

“Why did you do that?” When asked by the nuns, Daemon said he thought they would be less inclined to call people 'witches' if they knew what it felt like to be burned. When Chrome asked, in the quiet and stillness of their room, he had a slightly different answer- she was only allowed to room with Daemon because all the other children were too scared to let him into theirs.

“Because I love you.”

Stunned, the girl recoiled a little as the same hands that summoned fire clumsily fitted themselves on her cheeks and he gave her a kiss just as inexperienced as his hands. And according to the calender, and what Daemon told her; they were both thirteen so it was okay.

Yet when he stuck his tongue into her mouth, Chrome pulled away abruptly and curled up under her thin blanket all the while thinking that thirteen year old boys shouldn't know how to french kiss. It was just wrong.

In this dream world they 'graduated' from the orphanage together- and by 'together' Chrome meant that Daemon packed up what little earthly possessions he had and all but dragged her through the gates with him before they turned sixteen.

“We'll be fine. Great in fact. I can do things no one has ever seen before, so I can distract them and you can take their money. Doesn't that sound like fun?” Daemon told her rather than asked.

There were a lot of things Daemon told her, rather than actually talking or asking her anything; like her name for instance.

“I'll call you Dove, because you're so small, cute, quiet and...peaceful.”

“B-but my name is Ch...” ...just...what was her name, really? Somehow she felt it got lost in the midst of their travels or rather in the elaborate illusions being woven around her.

It didn't take long for Dove to catch onto their little scheme. Daemon showed the good people 'magic' while she picked their unguarded pockets. They made a small fortune by these deceptions. For awhile she hated it, but then grew to accept it since Daemon always promised that one day they'd stop.

“Then we'll join a band of gypsies...or maybe a traveling theater group...” his promises grew more extravagant by the day. As did his displays of affection. Dove had long since learned not to cringe away from his touches- even if fingers did worm their way down her blouses and against her breasts- nor refuses his kisses.

'He feeds me and clothes me, it's the least I can do since we both have it rough' she thought.

Re: Namegiver 5/?

[anonymous]

The passage of time or how old they were didn't seem to matter until a fateful encounter with a police inspector. Blonde hair. Eyes blue-gray and as cold as the handcuffs fitted around their wrists.

Daemon laughed and called the man by name, chuckling while they were thrown into separate cells. Blinking in the darkness and trying to stay away from wet spots on the floor, she asked him, “Do you know him?”

“Alaude. Italy's finest police inspector. And yet he lowers himself to chasing down petty criminals.” Daemon scoffed. “Don't worry Dove, we'll be out of here soon enough.” he said with such assurance as if...this had all happened to him before.

Sure enough, the following morning, the indigo-haired girl-woman-girl (she didn't know her name or how old she was anymore, only that she was 'older' and therefore it was acceptable for Daemon to touch her rear as they were let out of jail in chains.)

They were brought not before a judge or a jury of peers, but rather yet another man with blond hair. His was thicker though and sticking up in odd places. He spoke to Daemon and the two chatted as if old friends- though Dove noticed the blond haired man was slightly guarded around her master.

“We want you to join our organization, Daemon. But you'll have to leave her behind...”

“No.” Daemon stated strongly, the chains to his hand cuff rattled as he roughly fitted his palm with hers. “Wherever I go, she goes.”

“...may I ask why?” the man asked. The one she'd later come to know as Primo Vongola.

Daemon smiled first to Primo then to Dove, “Because we are compatible. In almost every way possible.”