[fic] The Proxy
“How did you find me?”
She smiled sweetly. “I have my ways.” The silence stretched awkwardly as they both stared at their drinks.
“I just-I mean-he wanted to apologize for what he did to you,” she murmured into her coffee, avoiding his eyes.
His gaze hardened. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive him.” Although he didn’t raise his voice, Chrome still flinched at the words.
“He knows.” She looked so miserable that it was difficult for him to stay angry. Although she was now the shrine for the devil, she had not forced him to commit those atrocities he still had nightmares about.
“I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into, working with him.”
She gave him another one of her small smiles. “I know.” A sigh. “Thank you, and good luck.” With that she stood up, left some money for the bill and scurried out the door, taking the elephant in the room with her.
It had been ten years since Rokudou Mukuro was taken to Vendicare Prison-ten years of trying to heal old wounds and shattered trust. One short apology from a proxy would not fix everything, but somehow, the sun seemed a little brighter when he stepped out onto the bustling street.
She smiled sweetly. “I have my ways.” The silence stretched awkwardly as they both stared at their drinks.
“I just-I mean-he wanted to apologize for what he did to you,” she murmured into her coffee, avoiding his eyes.
His gaze hardened. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive him.” Although he didn’t raise his voice, Chrome still flinched at the words.
“He knows.” She looked so miserable that it was difficult for him to stay angry. Although she was now the shrine for the devil, she had not forced him to commit those atrocities he still had nightmares about.
“I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into, working with him.”
She gave him another one of her small smiles. “I know.” A sigh. “Thank you, and good luck.” With that she stood up, left some money for the bill and scurried out the door, taking the elephant in the room with her.
It had been ten years since Rokudou Mukuro was taken to Vendicare Prison-ten years of trying to heal old wounds and shattered trust. One short apology from a proxy would not fix everything, but somehow, the sun seemed a little brighter when he stepped out onto the bustling street.