[What a good, obedient boy, that Chikusa. Mukuro's mouth curved up into a victorious smirk, somewhere between sweetness and poison, and to jumpstart the illusion, he reached over, viciously pressing his fingers into the softness of Chikusa's eye as if to pluck it out.
Before the ( illusionary ) pain could fully kick in, Chikusa would be seated across the table from clerk-chan, listening to him speak. There would be more and more dates, until they started becoming more elaborate and involved. First the movies, walks in the park, then, once, a high class restaurant. Clerk-chan would ask him to move in.
Then, Chikusa would be in a nondescript kitchen watching clerk-chan humming as he cooked, a delightfully domestic scene. Mukuro wove together the illusion of their every day life, clerk-chan having gotten into a good university and was aiming to become a simple salary man while Chikusa studied to become a doctor. There were dinner dates, classmates who dragged them out to do karaoke, exams. Every once in a while one of the Kokuyo Gang would be on the fringes of his life, but their absence was unstated but apparent.
They grew old together and lived a normal life, and Mukuro kept cycling through different pieces of normalcy, gently easing bits and pieces of reality back in. There would be the universe where someone would break into their apartment and Chikusa would have to kill someone before clerk-chan's very eyes. There would be meeting Chrome, battered and bruised from a battle and barely breathing. There would be meeting Fran, who would have nothing but smart ass remarks. There would be meeting Ken, who would probably stick around longer than anyone else. Chikusa might catch M.M. leaning against an expensive sports car one afternoon outside of his house. Mukuro kept himself absent. Clerk-chan would take these meetings like a normal, sane person, namely his reactions ran the gambit between fainting, disbelief, shock, and horror.
Mukuro let the rest of their reality bleed in. Their enemies finding clerk-chan and disposing of him in several, messy ways. There was clerk-chan finding out Chikusa was a wanted criminal and wanting to do nothing with him, and in the next illusion as a jarring juxtaposition, tried to convince him it didn't matter even when it did.
He went through every scenario he had envisioned then a few more, and once he was satisfied that he had Chikusa live through every possibility, he withdrew his hand and the illusion, his feet still in Chikusa's lap, expression searching Chikusa's face. Only half an hour had elapsed, but it had been lifetimes for the other boy.]
tl;dr
Before the ( illusionary ) pain could fully kick in, Chikusa would be seated across the table from clerk-chan, listening to him speak. There would be more and more dates, until they started becoming more elaborate and involved. First the movies, walks in the park, then, once, a high class restaurant. Clerk-chan would ask him to move in.
Then, Chikusa would be in a nondescript kitchen watching clerk-chan humming as he cooked, a delightfully domestic scene. Mukuro wove together the illusion of their every day life, clerk-chan having gotten into a good university and was aiming to become a simple salary man while Chikusa studied to become a doctor. There were dinner dates, classmates who dragged them out to do karaoke, exams. Every once in a while one of the Kokuyo Gang would be on the fringes of his life, but their absence was unstated but apparent.
They grew old together and lived a normal life, and Mukuro kept cycling through different pieces of normalcy, gently easing bits and pieces of reality back in. There would be the universe where someone would break into their apartment and Chikusa would have to kill someone before clerk-chan's very eyes. There would be meeting Chrome, battered and bruised from a battle and barely breathing. There would be meeting Fran, who would have nothing but smart ass remarks. There would be meeting Ken, who would probably stick around longer than anyone else. Chikusa might catch M.M. leaning against an expensive sports car one afternoon outside of his house. Mukuro kept himself absent. Clerk-chan would take these meetings like a normal, sane person, namely his reactions ran the gambit between fainting, disbelief, shock, and horror.
Mukuro let the rest of their reality bleed in. Their enemies finding clerk-chan and disposing of him in several, messy ways. There was clerk-chan finding out Chikusa was a wanted criminal and wanting to do nothing with him, and in the next illusion as a jarring juxtaposition, tried to convince him it didn't matter even when it did.
He went through every scenario he had envisioned then a few more, and once he was satisfied that he had Chikusa live through every possibility, he withdrew his hand and the illusion, his feet still in Chikusa's lap, expression searching Chikusa's face. Only half an hour had elapsed, but it had been lifetimes for the other boy.]
Welcome back, Chikusa.