[The question irritated him, mostly because to the two who had been with him since that hateful lab, he was transparent. For a mist user, that was a weakness, one that could have been rid of easily enough. In the beginning, it had been necessary to have subordinates, people to help take shifts to keep watch over each other while they rested or to watch each other's backs, but now that Mukuro had grown accustomed to his eye and his power and his body, what was the point of it now?]
Kufufufu why would I be?
[Mukuro canted his head to the side, eyelashes lowered as he looked up at Chikusa's careful passive facade. Not for the first time, he wanted to rip the foundation of Chikusa's control apart brick by brick, tendon by tendon, bone by bone. Chikusa was his after all, to do as he wished, and he had done so again and again.
The moment passed without incident, and Mukuro retracted his fangs, though they still peeked out when he smirked at the other boy.]
[Why would I be? A question that Chikusa himself wanted to know, even as he knew that he'd likely never get an answer. This was a path Mukuro had encouraged him to pursue, had given him the freedom to pursue. Had he done something inappropriate, that didn't satisfy the other boy, that didn't give him a result he wanted? What could he have changed?]
[Those were the sort of thoughts that flashed through Chikusa's head as he looked down at that dangerous look, knowing at least that the question just asked was the wrong one. At the same time... He had wanted to be wrong.]
[Only when the expression had shifted into a slightly less dangerous one did his heart move out of his throat.]
I'll stop contact with him, Mukuro-sama.
[It wasn't an answer to the question, but an offering. Chikusa's feelings on this, after all, were secondary compared to the problem at hand.]
[Telling Chikusa to stop contact would be what Mukuro preferred, but that wouldn't solve the core problem. The issue being that Chikusa was curious about people outside of the small world they had built for themselves. If it wasn't with clerk-san, then it would be someone else later down the road. No matter how much Chikusa tried to tamp down on his emotions, they were still there, and one day Mukuro was sure they would escape in a spectacular fashion.
So he waved a hand coolly, dismissive.]
You can continue to see him.
[If clerk-san still wanted to see Chikusa was another matter. Would cowardice be enough of a deterrent to make Chikusa not want to see him again?]
I just wanted to meet the person who captured your attention face to face, if only once.
[More like scare the living daylights out of him, but who was keeping track.]
[It was almost funny, if it wasn't Chikusa's life, and if he had the sense of humor inclined to that sort of thing. He had enjoyed, in his way, the time he and Minato had spent together. It was calming, even though it could be argued that Chikusa of all people didn't need anymore calm.]
[Yet, in some twisted way, he would be more relieved if Mukuro had told him to stop than... this.]
[Mukuro-sama wasn't pleased. At the same time, he wasn't giving any orders that would logically make him feel better. Mukuro-sama not being upset- with him in particular- was Chikusa's goal.]
[What had started out as a simple dilemma with his emotions had quickly spiraled out of control.]
...I think you may have unnerved him, Mukuro-sama.
[He'd unnerved Chikusa too, of course, but for entirely different reasons.]
[The observation was only going to make Mukuro's expression turn entirely too smug. That was part of the plan of course, and he never tired of people cowering before him.
He flicked his gaze up to Chikusa's face, almost contrite.]
Would you like me to apologize?
[Most likely he wouldn't actually do so, and if he did it would only scare clerk-chan further, but he could give Chikusa some peace. He could be somewhat generous on occasion after all.]
[Chikusa is well aware of how that sort of encounter would go again. Besides, it might give Mukuro even more ideas than he already has, which is a worrying prospect. This is enough of a mess.]
[But... that means..]
I'll... explain things myself.
[Unable to help himself, he adjusts his glasses again.]
[Now that got Mukuro's interest, Mukuro turning to face Chikusa fully, to gauge his expression intently, capturing most of the tics other people would never learn. Having spent their whole lives together, they were distressingly easy to pick out, especially considering Chikusa seemed... distressed over this whole scenario. A part of him was sadistically pleased at that, but all the same-]
It's not too troublesome?
[It was asked flippantly, but Mukuro wanted an answer. Perhaps there were changes that were occurring even while Mukuro had watched so closely.]
[If anything, Mukuro's full attention seemed to make Chikusa even more distressed. For the majority of people in the world, not much would have changed. For the minority of two who really knew Chikusa, however, he may as well have thrown a chair out a shop window in panic. It was in the way he delayed his hand, keeping it at his glasses as if he could press them straight into his flesh and not have to worry. It was in the tenseness to his shoulders, rigid in contrast to his slumped posture which had only gotten all the worse during the conversation- an attempt to become smaller than his lanky frame would allow.]
[Curled fingers that would already have a yoyo in their grasp for almost anyone else. A stare focused more on Mukuro's shoulder than daring to make contact.]
[All that, and probably a dozen other minor little things that other people might miss, and it was obvious that Chikusa wanted nothing more than to be in any other situation but this one.]
[It was troublesome. He couldn't lie and say it wasn't. At the same time... He wasn't sure what else to say. What words would appease the other, if there were even any at all. He was out of his depth.]
Mukuro-sama... This has always been troublesome. That's why I was looking for a way to make it stop.
[Wasn't Mukuro cruel to see how much distress and discomfort he was causing Chikusa and a large part of him wanted to inflict more? After all, Mukuro may be an illusionist, but he never held illusions about himself. Doing so would be the quickest way to be defeated, to lose his power. He knew his strengths and weaknesses intimately, and thus knew how to shield himself and only show what was necessary to be shown. In most cases that was enough, but it was difficult to keep even his worst traits hidden from those who knew them as well as he did.
He turned away from Chikusa then, the city falling away as he made his way into the woods, back to their decrepit base, considering Chikusa's words.]
Then continue. My orders remain the same.
[Even if his actions might not reflect that, he was impatient for Chikusa to find an end to this as well, so they could return to their activities. Mukuro had waited to see how this would end long enough.]
[Chikusa held no delusions about Mukuro either. He was well aware of his cruelty, his tendency towards sadism, his twisted sense of humor. Yet to "Maru", he had already made the admission: such things changed his feelings not at all.]
[That didn't keep him from wishing he'd never been in this situation.]
Yes, Mukuro-sama.
[A show of obedience, loyalty, deference- maybe that would help Mukuro-sama's temper. Even with this whole twisted game, Chikusa had no interest in leaving his side, after all.]
[Only the faintest of hesitance showed before Chikusa continued to follow after him into the foliage. He desperately hoped that Mukuro-sama's order meant in general and not, in fact, right that moment. The idea of having to go back to the disaster of a date, to have to deal with something so emotional and have to come up with some sort of explanation- that was terrifying.]
[Now that his orders and wishes were clear ( or as clear as Mukuro would allow them to be ), he was content to let Chikusa set the pace for how he would pursue those orders. He didn't bother to speak for a few more footfalls, not until their base came into view. Though he knew the answers, he did like hearing the other boy's opinions and viewpoint.]
Have you been leaving Ken alone all this time? How lonely he must be.
[With his tendency to stalk, eavesdrop, spy, and gladly stick his nose anywhere he could, the idea of Mukuro-sama not knowing the answer before he asked was slim. Chikusa knew him. Despite that, he still answered fairly quickly. Almost defensively.]
I've only left for supplies and... meeting Minato.
[It feels odd to call them dates, even though Mukuro-sama had already labeled them as such himself.]
[That small hint of defensiveness in Chikusa's voice, easily missed by anyone else, was plain to Mukuro, who shot the other boy an amused smile. He headed up the crumbling stair case to the upper floor that they inhabited, skipping a few steps as he climbed.]
How are these... meetings progressing?
[Said flippantly, with just the right undertone of mockery.]
[If not for his loyalty to Mukuro-sama, Chikusa would be tempted into thinking long and hard the positives of using his own Rain flame to simply sleep forever and avoid this mess. As it was, instead it was simply a flickering thought, and his shoulders hunched as he followed after at a slower pace.]
They're uneventful, Mukuro-sama. I'm sure you'd find them dull.
[He was sure of that, just from what he knew of him. They were mundane trivialities exchanged over simple food. Nothing particularly interesting to someone like him.]
[Chikusa was sadly incorrect if he believed that Mukuro didn't find these meetings absolutely fascinating. He had seen people who went through traumatic situations who had come out almost unscathed while different people had gone through similar situations and had been utterly destroyed. If Mukuro was honestly, his past had left him no better than the ruins of the buildings they inhabited. Chikusa, however, was showing signs of rebuilding, of growing.
He canted his head to the side, his gaze sliding up to Chikusa's face, expression subdued.]
You know I have an interest in anything you do, Chikusa.
[Said softly, almost intimately, but as with most of Mukuro's words, it carried the hint of a threat.]
[Like most things, however, he kept that to himself. He was loyal to Mukuro-sama, and would tell him all the important things... But some things were best kept to himself. As this situation had shown, however, that only really worked with his thoughts.]
I listen, Mukuro-sama. That's all. He seems content enough for me to do that.
[It was part of the draw, honestly. It was understood that he wouldn't talk much and didn't have a lot to contribute, and it wasn't a problem.]
[Well, even if Mukuro didn't have a high opinion of clerk-chan, he could appreciate someone who could find and utilize one of Chikusa's best traits.
He stopped at the top of the stairs, turning to face Chikusa fully, chin tilted upwards arrogantly.]
My, my, you're putting a fair bit of effort for trivialities.
[Still, he had made his point, and there was still Ken to greet after all this time he had been away and to make sure Fran was actually practicing like he had told him to.
He turned on a heel, waving a hand dismissively.]
I won't interfere any longer. [A lie, perhaps, but a truth maybe as well.] So do what you must.
[It was good that Mukuro turned around, because those words caused something in Chikusa's carefully blank expression to shift. Not quite his eyes lighting up, but something near it.]
["You can continue to see him."]
["So do what you must."]
[Slumping up to the top of the stairs and leaving Mukuro-sama be, Chikusa slowly made his way to a private area of the building where he could gather his racing thoughts. He wasn't foolish. He knew that, the way his mind was going, he'd be following the letter of Mukuro-sama's orders, but not the spirit he knew damned well was present. Was it for the best? He had no idea. It may very well earn that look again, a show of Mukuro-sama's fangs leveled to him of all people.]
[But he was doing what he must.]
[Chikusa stayed quiet the rest of the day, a not particularly unusual event, but spurred himself into action early the next morning. It wasn't something he wanted to do, honestly, but he was determined now to clean up this whole mess. It kept him going, a straight line as always when he has an objective. He was glad he'd done so much listening on the excursions of the past few weeks. It let him know Minato's schedule.]
[If only he was a better liar outside of omission. It'd make this easier if he were.]
[But Chikusa wasn't, so he made due with half truths spoken to the concerned clerk quietly in the back during a lull in the morning. Yes, everything was fine. (It could be worse.) It was just a misunderstanding. (In that he wasn't understanding what Mukuro-sama wanted out of this.) It was cleared up now. (He made his decision.) A family emergency had come up, so he wouldn't be in contact for a while.]
[...It wasn't untrue, but the last one wasn't what he meant to say. He meant to... finish this. Whatever it was. But looking up into that concerned stare threw him off guard, and that lie happened instead. It was frustrating, and he didn't understand it.]
[He wouldn't have to understand it, he told himself as he hastily left the store, heading deeper into the town. He was done with this. And to help him deal with a frankly exhausting affair, he slipped into a store and absconded with a book. Unpaid for, of course. The rest of his allowance was to be used for supplies.]
[He just wanted something to take his mind off of everything when he returned back to Kokuyo Land, determined to ignore everything except Mukuro-sama's orders and his reading for as long as he could get away with.]
[Unfortunately, Chikusa wouldn't be able to get away with it for long. For once, Mukuro had been preoccupied with other matters while Chikusa had went to visit clerk-chan, and so he hadn't been witness to the actual event. If he could get reliable information out of Fran, he might have sent him instead, or if Ken knew how to be subtle and had bathed recently, he would have let him be his eyes.
Fortunately, Mukuro knew both clerk-chan and Chikusa enough to know Chikusa hadn't exactly broken off their dates, considering clerk-chan didn't look devastated, merely worried. Well, he hadn't expected Chikusa to ruthlessly and efficiently dump someone, not in the state the other boy was in.
He let Chikusa have a few hours of quiet before he went to find him, settling down next to him, peering at the cover of the book thoughtfully. Then, leaning back he canted his gaze to Chikusa's face, expression carefully neutral ( read: still a bit mocking, but there was some fondness there as well ).]
[When you lived your life as an escaped human experiment with one boy who could transform his body with the attributes of various animals and another who was the best illusionist in the world, fiction seemed trite. Chikusa preferred making himself more useful. That's why the book in his hands was one of the human body, recent for the year. As Mukuro came besides him, he shifted as if wanting to be absorbed into the book itself.]
[Not even a day. He wasn't surprised.]
...I never wanted to date anyone in the first place, Mukuro-sama.
[Except when he did, but it was a mix of contradictory emotions Chikusa didn't like.]
You'll have to convince yourself of that before you can even try with me.
[It was said somewhere between flippant and fond, Mukuro's mouth curved in an indulgent smile. For a boy who was so set on being as emotionless as possible, he was the exact opposite. The fact that he had sought out solitude and silence was a testament to how turbulent his emotions might be, and Mukuro had left Chikusa alone with this long enough. He would guide him as best he could, whether for Chikusa's own well-being or his own selfish desires, it was hard to say.
He leaned back, propping his feet up in Chikusa's lap to get his gaze out of the book and where it belonged.]
Should I help you sort out your emotions and put you at peace, Chikusa?
[If he wanted to be stubborn, Chikusa could stubbornly keep reading. However, he knew how Mukuro was. Ignoring him would just get him aggravated, and, on days like this where he was trying to take the easy way where he didn't have to expend effort, it'd be better for Chikusa.]
[...And, as the other no doubt knew, he couldn't fight the way his gaze slid from the book to Mukuro with reluctant interest.]
...How?
[You didn't make a deal with the devil until you go the details and the fine print, and with Mukuro-sama.... Well. Chikusa was fairly certain Mukuro could chase the Devil out of his own home with more than necessary glee if given the chance.]
[Some days, Chikusa was easier to manipulate than Ken, his trust and belief in Mukuro unwavering to the point where Mukuro, who questioned everything, didn't question that. He had seen even in that ruined future how loyal Chikusa and the others had been, how they had tried desperately to fulfill his wishes, even if that other Mukuro had been a blind fool. Was he following in those same footsteps? It was hard to say, but at least if he failed he would do so in a new way.
Mukuro smirked, poisonous and vicious, the coils of an illusion at his fingertips, restless and writhing like a snake.]
I could show you what would have happened if you continued. Every single outcome.
[Because why leave any questions when Mukuro had already seen these sorts of situations play out over and over again, through lifetimes and parallel universes.]
[Chikusa's first thought: That is a disastrous idea.]
[He knew better than to give Mukuro-sama free reign like that. Honestly, the other boy's sadistic sense of humor could be tiring sometimes. (Although Chikusa thought that of many things.) It'd be asking for trouble. Besides, how did it make sense? How would that help his emotions?]
[Then again... Chikusa's eyes had gone dark as he'd withdrawn into his own mind, lost in thought. Nothing from the start had made sense ever since his emotions had turned on him in this new way. How could he accurately say what they would or wouldn't do?]
[A long quiet, and then he slowly closed the book.]
Will that stop me from feeling anything more about it?
[About the sole person throwing his entire life into disarray.]
[Mukuro let Chikusa mull the idea over, already sure the other boy would give in. For better or for worse, Chikusa trusted him without fail even when he lied, stole, and killed. It was admirable, in a way, or blind in another.
When Chikusa closed his book, he let his gaze flicker up to his face, smile slow in unfurling.]
Your emotions are your own. [So Mukuro made no promises then, but that shouldn't be surprising.] But it will give you clarity, and in time, peace.
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Kufufufu why would I be?
[Mukuro canted his head to the side, eyelashes lowered as he looked up at Chikusa's careful passive facade. Not for the first time, he wanted to rip the foundation of Chikusa's control apart brick by brick, tendon by tendon, bone by bone. Chikusa was his after all, to do as he wished, and he had done so again and again.
The moment passed without incident, and Mukuro retracted his fangs, though they still peeked out when he smirked at the other boy.]
Did you enjoy your foray into normalcy?
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[Those were the sort of thoughts that flashed through Chikusa's head as he looked down at that dangerous look, knowing at least that the question just asked was the wrong one. At the same time... He had wanted to be wrong.]
[Only when the expression had shifted into a slightly less dangerous one did his heart move out of his throat.]
I'll stop contact with him, Mukuro-sama.
[It wasn't an answer to the question, but an offering. Chikusa's feelings on this, after all, were secondary compared to the problem at hand.]
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So he waved a hand coolly, dismissive.]
You can continue to see him.
[If clerk-san still wanted to see Chikusa was another matter. Would cowardice be enough of a deterrent to make Chikusa not want to see him again?]
I just wanted to meet the person who captured your attention face to face, if only once.
[More like scare the living daylights out of him, but who was keeping track.]
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[It was almost funny, if it wasn't Chikusa's life, and if he had the sense of humor inclined to that sort of thing. He had enjoyed, in his way, the time he and Minato had spent together. It was calming, even though it could be argued that Chikusa of all people didn't need anymore calm.]
[Yet, in some twisted way, he would be more relieved if Mukuro had told him to stop than... this.]
[Mukuro-sama wasn't pleased. At the same time, he wasn't giving any orders that would logically make him feel better. Mukuro-sama not being upset- with him in particular- was Chikusa's goal.]
[What had started out as a simple dilemma with his emotions had quickly spiraled out of control.]
...I think you may have unnerved him, Mukuro-sama.
[He'd unnerved Chikusa too, of course, but for entirely different reasons.]
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He flicked his gaze up to Chikusa's face, almost contrite.]
Would you like me to apologize?
[Most likely he wouldn't actually do so, and if he did it would only scare clerk-chan further, but he could give Chikusa some peace. He could be somewhat generous on occasion after all.]
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[Translation: fuck no.]
[Chikusa is well aware of how that sort of encounter would go again. Besides, it might give Mukuro even more ideas than he already has, which is a worrying prospect. This is enough of a mess.]
[But... that means..]
I'll... explain things myself.
[Unable to help himself, he adjusts his glasses again.]
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It's not too troublesome?
[It was asked flippantly, but Mukuro wanted an answer. Perhaps there were changes that were occurring even while Mukuro had watched so closely.]
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[Curled fingers that would already have a yoyo in their grasp for almost anyone else. A stare focused more on Mukuro's shoulder than daring to make contact.]
[All that, and probably a dozen other minor little things that other people might miss, and it was obvious that Chikusa wanted nothing more than to be in any other situation but this one.]
[It was troublesome. He couldn't lie and say it wasn't. At the same time... He wasn't sure what else to say. What words would appease the other, if there were even any at all. He was out of his depth.]
Mukuro-sama... This has always been troublesome. That's why I was looking for a way to make it stop.
[Not a lie.]
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He turned away from Chikusa then, the city falling away as he made his way into the woods, back to their decrepit base, considering Chikusa's words.]
Then continue. My orders remain the same.
[Even if his actions might not reflect that, he was impatient for Chikusa to find an end to this as well, so they could return to their activities. Mukuro had waited to see how this would end long enough.]
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[That didn't keep him from wishing he'd never been in this situation.]
Yes, Mukuro-sama.
[A show of obedience, loyalty, deference- maybe that would help Mukuro-sama's temper. Even with this whole twisted game, Chikusa had no interest in leaving his side, after all.]
[Only the faintest of hesitance showed before Chikusa continued to follow after him into the foliage. He desperately hoped that Mukuro-sama's order meant in general and not, in fact, right that moment. The idea of having to go back to the disaster of a date, to have to deal with something so emotional and have to come up with some sort of explanation- that was terrifying.]
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Have you been leaving Ken alone all this time? How lonely he must be.
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[With his tendency to stalk, eavesdrop, spy, and gladly stick his nose anywhere he could, the idea of Mukuro-sama not knowing the answer before he asked was slim. Chikusa knew him. Despite that, he still answered fairly quickly. Almost defensively.]
I've only left for supplies and... meeting Minato.
[It feels odd to call them dates, even though Mukuro-sama had already labeled them as such himself.]
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How are these... meetings progressing?
[Said flippantly, with just the right undertone of mockery.]
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They're uneventful, Mukuro-sama. I'm sure you'd find them dull.
[He was sure of that, just from what he knew of him. They were mundane trivialities exchanged over simple food. Nothing particularly interesting to someone like him.]
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He canted his head to the side, his gaze sliding up to Chikusa's face, expression subdued.]
You know I have an interest in anything you do, Chikusa.
[Said softly, almost intimately, but as with most of Mukuro's words, it carried the hint of a threat.]
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[Like most things, however, he kept that to himself. He was loyal to Mukuro-sama, and would tell him all the important things... But some things were best kept to himself. As this situation had shown, however, that only really worked with his thoughts.]
I listen, Mukuro-sama. That's all. He seems content enough for me to do that.
[It was part of the draw, honestly. It was understood that he wouldn't talk much and didn't have a lot to contribute, and it wasn't a problem.]
...It's mainly mundane things. Trivialities.
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He stopped at the top of the stairs, turning to face Chikusa fully, chin tilted upwards arrogantly.]
My, my, you're putting a fair bit of effort for trivialities.
[Still, he had made his point, and there was still Ken to greet after all this time he had been away and to make sure Fran was actually practicing like he had told him to.
He turned on a heel, waving a hand dismissively.]
I won't interfere any longer. [A lie, perhaps, but a truth maybe as well.] So do what you must.
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["You can continue to see him."]
["So do what you must."]
[Slumping up to the top of the stairs and leaving Mukuro-sama be, Chikusa slowly made his way to a private area of the building where he could gather his racing thoughts. He wasn't foolish. He knew that, the way his mind was going, he'd be following the letter of Mukuro-sama's orders, but not the spirit he knew damned well was present. Was it for the best? He had no idea. It may very well earn that look again, a show of Mukuro-sama's fangs leveled to him of all people.]
[But he was doing what he must.]
[Chikusa stayed quiet the rest of the day, a not particularly unusual event, but spurred himself into action early the next morning. It wasn't something he wanted to do, honestly, but he was determined now to clean up this whole mess. It kept him going, a straight line as always when he has an objective. He was glad he'd done so much listening on the excursions of the past few weeks. It let him know Minato's schedule.]
[If only he was a better liar outside of omission. It'd make this easier if he were.]
[But Chikusa wasn't, so he made due with half truths spoken to the concerned clerk quietly in the back during a lull in the morning. Yes, everything was fine. (It could be worse.) It was just a misunderstanding. (In that he wasn't understanding what Mukuro-sama wanted out of this.) It was cleared up now. (He made his decision.) A family emergency had come up, so he wouldn't be in contact for a while.]
[...It wasn't untrue, but the last one wasn't what he meant to say. He meant to... finish this. Whatever it was. But looking up into that concerned stare threw him off guard, and that lie happened instead. It was frustrating, and he didn't understand it.]
[He wouldn't have to understand it, he told himself as he hastily left the store, heading deeper into the town. He was done with this. And to help him deal with a frankly exhausting affair, he slipped into a store and absconded with a book. Unpaid for, of course. The rest of his allowance was to be used for supplies.]
[He just wanted something to take his mind off of everything when he returned back to Kokuyo Land, determined to ignore everything except Mukuro-sama's orders and his reading for as long as he could get away with.]
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Fortunately, Mukuro knew both clerk-chan and Chikusa enough to know Chikusa hadn't exactly broken off their dates, considering clerk-chan didn't look devastated, merely worried. Well, he hadn't expected Chikusa to ruthlessly and efficiently dump someone, not in the state the other boy was in.
He let Chikusa have a few hours of quiet before he went to find him, settling down next to him, peering at the cover of the book thoughtfully. Then, leaning back he canted his gaze to Chikusa's face, expression carefully neutral ( read: still a bit mocking, but there was some fondness there as well ).]
Having doubts?
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[Not even a day. He wasn't surprised.]
...I never wanted to date anyone in the first place, Mukuro-sama.
[Except when he did, but it was a mix of contradictory emotions Chikusa didn't like.]
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[It was said somewhere between flippant and fond, Mukuro's mouth curved in an indulgent smile. For a boy who was so set on being as emotionless as possible, he was the exact opposite. The fact that he had sought out solitude and silence was a testament to how turbulent his emotions might be, and Mukuro had left Chikusa alone with this long enough. He would guide him as best he could, whether for Chikusa's own well-being or his own selfish desires, it was hard to say.
He leaned back, propping his feet up in Chikusa's lap to get his gaze out of the book and where it belonged.]
Should I help you sort out your emotions and put you at peace, Chikusa?
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[...And, as the other no doubt knew, he couldn't fight the way his gaze slid from the book to Mukuro with reluctant interest.]
...How?
[You didn't make a deal with the devil until you go the details and the fine print, and with Mukuro-sama.... Well. Chikusa was fairly certain Mukuro could chase the Devil out of his own home with more than necessary glee if given the chance.]
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Mukuro smirked, poisonous and vicious, the coils of an illusion at his fingertips, restless and writhing like a snake.]
I could show you what would have happened if you continued. Every single outcome.
[Because why leave any questions when Mukuro had already seen these sorts of situations play out over and over again, through lifetimes and parallel universes.]
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[He knew better than to give Mukuro-sama free reign like that. Honestly, the other boy's sadistic sense of humor could be tiring sometimes. (Although Chikusa thought that of many things.) It'd be asking for trouble. Besides, how did it make sense? How would that help his emotions?]
[Then again... Chikusa's eyes had gone dark as he'd withdrawn into his own mind, lost in thought. Nothing from the start had made sense ever since his emotions had turned on him in this new way. How could he accurately say what they would or wouldn't do?]
[A long quiet, and then he slowly closed the book.]
Will that stop me from feeling anything more about it?
[About the sole person throwing his entire life into disarray.]
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When Chikusa closed his book, he let his gaze flicker up to his face, smile slow in unfurling.]
Your emotions are your own. [So Mukuro made no promises then, but that shouldn't be surprising.] But it will give you clarity, and in time, peace.
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