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The Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Kink Meme 3!
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The meme is now closed to requests. Please visit Kink Meme Four to post any prompts you think of. This meme is still open for commenting and filling requests.
You can find the list of unfilled prompts from the second kink meme here: Part 1/ Part 2. A list of filled requests from that meme is here if you want ( Read more... )
“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.
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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.”
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