[Reborn fic] Chrome in Five 3/3
4.
Ken and Chikusa hated Chrome. They hated her the way angels hated the favored race of God, just before they acted on that hate and fell. They hated with the ferocity of lovers.
They hated the way they had to protect her even at the cost of their own lives. She was not even Estraneo. But she had not yet "come into her own," as Mukuro said, and needed protecting when he was not present. "Someday," he said, "she will wield more power than the both of you combined. Perhaps then, even I would fear her."
Chikusa and Ken could not imagine it. Mukuro said it with such flippance, they thought it was one of his jokes. Sometimes God liked to pull their legs.
They hated how they had to rescue her when no one, save for Mukuro, had ever rescued either of them. They had never even looked after each other, much less after anyone else.
But they hated her more than this, because they knew how beautiful she was. How perfectly Mukuro had shaped her imperfect clay.
Because as they grew older, they realized that they desired her and they could not have her.
Because God had "plans."
5.
Mukuro came to her in the middle of the night. He usually did. But tonight, he did not visit her in her dreams. She was only falling asleep when he came.
And when he stepped out of the shadows, she sat up quickly. Hurriedly she knelt on her bed and greeted him with a bright smile, then bowed her head low.
Mukuro-sama, she called him.
He stepped up to her and tilted her chin up so she could stare deep into his eyes. The way he held her made it impossible for her to look or break away.
"You look surprised. Did you think I'd forget?" he said to her with a voice like silk and spiderwebs. "Sixteen years old. So young. Such a young woman now."
He himself looked as if he was getting older. 19 years old now - tall and graceful, with an infinite smile burned into his infinite eyes. It was part of his punishment, she was told; his soul would be locked in the form of the body they had imprisoned. He would grow with it, and someday he was going to die with it, like any normal human being would.
In this shape he walked up to her and sat on the bed, close beside her.
"I have a gift for you, dear Chrome."
He brushed her long hair back from her face with his fingertips, light like moths' wings. His fingers clenched a fistful of her hair and slowly, slowly, he pulled her head back.
Chrome gasped as she felt the touch of lips on her throat. She froze, uncertain what to do, as his lips - Mukuro-sama's lips - languidly slid down to her collarbone, down to her budding breasts. The tip of a long tongue flickered out and touched a taut nipple, and she thought she would forget how to breathe.
In spite of her protests he removed her clothes and laid her bare. She wanted to at least pull the covers up around her, to cover her ugly misshapen body, but she could not even move her hands.
Her skin tingled where his other hand touched it, and when he laid her down gently and her back touched the surface of the bed again, she found herself powerless to resist.
She was trembling. Her face felt hot. The palm of her hand instinctively darted to the place where her womb was - where it used to be, before Mukuro had found her. There was an unfamiliar pulsing there. Almost like a second heartbeat.
She thought This shouldn't be happening. He isn't here.
She should not be feeling this.
"Why do you seem alarmed?" She was afraid to open her eyes. He was laughing at her. It showed in his voice. "My little Chrome, you're not just an empty vessel. You deserve to experience these feelings, too. Any human does. Don't you agree?"
She did not accept it, but Chrome did not question him.
For he giveth and he taketh away.
She let him do as he wanted, and was not all that surprised to find that she wanted it too. In just a few more breaths, she wanted more.
She arched her back up to him, spread her legs wider, let her pleas escape her lips. She heard him say in hushed tones, "No, little one. Not now. Not for me."
His hand between her legs started to move faster. She cried out and her fists clenched tight, she dared not touch him when he did not want her to.
As she was coming, she opened her eyes. She found Mukuro's face up close to hers, that cold smile fixed on his face as he reveled in the smell of her sweat, the choking sounds she made.
She saw herself reflected in his eyes - disheveled, her face flushed, her eyes glowing with tears. And so beautiful. Too beautiful to be real.
This was Mukuro's gift: that she should see herself as he saw her.
The virgin sacrifice.
"You understand, don't you?"
She did, and at the same time she didn't. Like before, she couldn't accept what her body knew to he true. She knew that God didn't like to share, and up until this moment she'd been foolishly thinking of herself as something God was not just going to give away....
"You see, little one," he said, as he ran his fingers through her hair, touched the ends of the long black strands to his lips, "There is something I desire. I can't get it for myself, not with the body I'm sealed into. Let's say..." The smile turned colder, crueler, just when she didn't think it could. "Let's say it's a question of preference."
The tenth head of the Vongola family. Chrome did not have to ask, she knew how badly Mukuro wanted him. Wanted him so much that his memory of the young Vongola Tenth's smell and taste and hate filtered through to her.
...And for the first time, she asked herself: Is that why I blush whenever I'm near him? The boy Sawada Tsunayoshi? Is that your doing?
"Ah," he chuckled, "some things are best kept secret, aren't they?"
He giveth and he taketh away.
He kissed her neck again, while his hands traced slow spirals up and down her skin, and she was flooded with sensations that she knew she was only lent.
Everything she had, Mukuro-sama had given. Everything she was, he made. Why should he not use her for revenge, or any other purpose? Why should he not raise her to become something that could feed his selfishness?
The Vongola Tenth. He was - will be - a great and powerful man. Chrome knew it was possible she would never have love for him - but Mukuro-sama would not give her a choice.
Sadness and longing came unbidden to Chrome. What was the Tenth to Mukuro-sama? Why did he desire him so? She ached to know. She welcomed these memories. Her mind reached out to his.
And before she could control herself she was inside him, flying past the corpses and the blood and the barrier of pain and memories of borrowed lives.
Searching.
DON'T.
There was a snap and a hiss that filled her ears, filled her senses. She was surrounded by fire.
She was flung back into her body with the force of a supernova. She thought her soul had broken from the impact, but it was just her flesh caving in, her organs swiftly decaying underneath her naked skin.
IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT.
Hands around her throat. She knew they weren't really there, her eyes were open but she couldn't see anything except the fire around her, raging, burning her inside out.
She only wanted to know.
She wanted to plead with him, to reason, but it took all of her strength just to gasp for breath.
She could die.
He could kill her.
Slowly, the fire subsided. Chrome realized that the pain in her body was swiftly leaving her as well. The hands around her neck loosened their grip.
But Chrome was still losing consciousness. The fire vanished and the darkness came down like a shroud, and she felt his lips touch her ear while he whispered, "Child. Do not anger me again."
He giveth, said the voice that faded into her dreams, and
(END)
Ken and Chikusa hated Chrome. They hated her the way angels hated the favored race of God, just before they acted on that hate and fell. They hated with the ferocity of lovers.
They hated the way they had to protect her even at the cost of their own lives. She was not even Estraneo. But she had not yet "come into her own," as Mukuro said, and needed protecting when he was not present. "Someday," he said, "she will wield more power than the both of you combined. Perhaps then, even I would fear her."
Chikusa and Ken could not imagine it. Mukuro said it with such flippance, they thought it was one of his jokes. Sometimes God liked to pull their legs.
They hated how they had to rescue her when no one, save for Mukuro, had ever rescued either of them. They had never even looked after each other, much less after anyone else.
But they hated her more than this, because they knew how beautiful she was. How perfectly Mukuro had shaped her imperfect clay.
Because as they grew older, they realized that they desired her and they could not have her.
Because God had "plans."
5.
Mukuro came to her in the middle of the night. He usually did. But tonight, he did not visit her in her dreams. She was only falling asleep when he came.
And when he stepped out of the shadows, she sat up quickly. Hurriedly she knelt on her bed and greeted him with a bright smile, then bowed her head low.
Mukuro-sama, she called him.
He stepped up to her and tilted her chin up so she could stare deep into his eyes. The way he held her made it impossible for her to look or break away.
"You look surprised. Did you think I'd forget?" he said to her with a voice like silk and spiderwebs. "Sixteen years old. So young. Such a young woman now."
He himself looked as if he was getting older. 19 years old now - tall and graceful, with an infinite smile burned into his infinite eyes. It was part of his punishment, she was told; his soul would be locked in the form of the body they had imprisoned. He would grow with it, and someday he was going to die with it, like any normal human being would.
In this shape he walked up to her and sat on the bed, close beside her.
"I have a gift for you, dear Chrome."
He brushed her long hair back from her face with his fingertips, light like moths' wings. His fingers clenched a fistful of her hair and slowly, slowly, he pulled her head back.
Chrome gasped as she felt the touch of lips on her throat. She froze, uncertain what to do, as his lips - Mukuro-sama's lips - languidly slid down to her collarbone, down to her budding breasts. The tip of a long tongue flickered out and touched a taut nipple, and she thought she would forget how to breathe.
In spite of her protests he removed her clothes and laid her bare. She wanted to at least pull the covers up around her, to cover her ugly misshapen body, but she could not even move her hands.
Her skin tingled where his other hand touched it, and when he laid her down gently and her back touched the surface of the bed again, she found herself powerless to resist.
She was trembling. Her face felt hot. The palm of her hand instinctively darted to the place where her womb was - where it used to be, before Mukuro had found her. There was an unfamiliar pulsing there. Almost like a second heartbeat.
She thought This shouldn't be happening. He isn't here.
She should not be feeling this.
"Why do you seem alarmed?" She was afraid to open her eyes. He was laughing at her. It showed in his voice. "My little Chrome, you're not just an empty vessel. You deserve to experience these feelings, too. Any human does. Don't you agree?"
She did not accept it, but Chrome did not question him.
For he giveth and he taketh away.
She let him do as he wanted, and was not all that surprised to find that she wanted it too. In just a few more breaths, she wanted more.
She arched her back up to him, spread her legs wider, let her pleas escape her lips. She heard him say in hushed tones, "No, little one. Not now. Not for me."
His hand between her legs started to move faster. She cried out and her fists clenched tight, she dared not touch him when he did not want her to.
As she was coming, she opened her eyes. She found Mukuro's face up close to hers, that cold smile fixed on his face as he reveled in the smell of her sweat, the choking sounds she made.
She saw herself reflected in his eyes - disheveled, her face flushed, her eyes glowing with tears. And so beautiful. Too beautiful to be real.
This was Mukuro's gift: that she should see herself as he saw her.
The virgin sacrifice.
"You understand, don't you?"
She did, and at the same time she didn't. Like before, she couldn't accept what her body knew to he true. She knew that God didn't like to share, and up until this moment she'd been foolishly thinking of herself as something God was not just going to give away....
"You see, little one," he said, as he ran his fingers through her hair, touched the ends of the long black strands to his lips, "There is something I desire. I can't get it for myself, not with the body I'm sealed into. Let's say..." The smile turned colder, crueler, just when she didn't think it could. "Let's say it's a question of preference."
The tenth head of the Vongola family. Chrome did not have to ask, she knew how badly Mukuro wanted him. Wanted him so much that his memory of the young Vongola Tenth's smell and taste and hate filtered through to her.
...And for the first time, she asked herself: Is that why I blush whenever I'm near him? The boy Sawada Tsunayoshi? Is that your doing?
"Ah," he chuckled, "some things are best kept secret, aren't they?"
He giveth and he taketh away.
He kissed her neck again, while his hands traced slow spirals up and down her skin, and she was flooded with sensations that she knew she was only lent.
Everything she had, Mukuro-sama had given. Everything she was, he made. Why should he not use her for revenge, or any other purpose? Why should he not raise her to become something that could feed his selfishness?
The Vongola Tenth. He was - will be - a great and powerful man. Chrome knew it was possible she would never have love for him - but Mukuro-sama would not give her a choice.
Sadness and longing came unbidden to Chrome. What was the Tenth to Mukuro-sama? Why did he desire him so? She ached to know. She welcomed these memories. Her mind reached out to his.
And before she could control herself she was inside him, flying past the corpses and the blood and the barrier of pain and memories of borrowed lives.
Searching.
DON'T.
There was a snap and a hiss that filled her ears, filled her senses. She was surrounded by fire.
She was flung back into her body with the force of a supernova. She thought her soul had broken from the impact, but it was just her flesh caving in, her organs swiftly decaying underneath her naked skin.
IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT.
Hands around her throat. She knew they weren't really there, her eyes were open but she couldn't see anything except the fire around her, raging, burning her inside out.
She only wanted to know.
She wanted to plead with him, to reason, but it took all of her strength just to gasp for breath.
She could die.
He could kill her.
Slowly, the fire subsided. Chrome realized that the pain in her body was swiftly leaving her as well. The hands around her neck loosened their grip.
But Chrome was still losing consciousness. The fire vanished and the darkness came down like a shroud, and she felt his lips touch her ear while he whispered, "Child. Do not anger me again."
He giveth, said the voice that faded into her dreams, and
(END)