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Feb. 14th, 2009 03:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaMukuro was sick of the taste of leather, and sick of monochromatic color schemes. She was ultimately sick of being trapped in the Millefiore, confined to a room of unbroken white, walls, ceiling, floor, only the pallet Byakuran allowed her to sleep on was black, and it was the deep black of space, a color that swallowed up everything else. Mukuro could feel her skin tone disappearing, her body fading into the white of the walls. Her arms were covered in scratches from when doing nothing got too much, and she had to do something to break up the monotonous black and white.
"You've been scratching yourself again Mukuro-chan." Black boots, Mukuro's old boots, white skin, white clothes, white hair, and the shortest flicker of sky blue before Byakuran's eyelids hid her iris' from view. "How naughty."
"I'm a naughty girl." Mukuro smiled, her voice was rusty from disuse. Byakuran must not have visited for a while. Perhaps Mukuro should start singing the Namimori anthem to keep herself in practice. Then at least her skylark wouldn't be able to complain that she was 'pitchy'. "Was there something you wanted Byakuran-san?"
Byakuran settled into a crouch in front of Mukuro, the door behind her sliding shut, a shadowed hallway becoming a white wall again. "Just to tell you that things are progressing as planned." Byakuran stroked over Mukuro's eye patch. "Your darling Chrome hasn't given up on you."
"I'm sure your Shou-chan has been very helpful, to the Vongola." Mukuro smiled widely at the slight twitch in Byakuran's cheek. So she had been right about Irie Shouko, good to know.
Byakuran laughed then, and leaned forward to kiss her. "Not so helpful as you've been to me, Mukuro-chan." Chilly fingers stroked Mukuro's cheeks and under her chin, wrapped around Mukuro's throat and tightened. "No so helpful as that."
"You've been scratching yourself again Mukuro-chan." Black boots, Mukuro's old boots, white skin, white clothes, white hair, and the shortest flicker of sky blue before Byakuran's eyelids hid her iris' from view. "How naughty."
"I'm a naughty girl." Mukuro smiled, her voice was rusty from disuse. Byakuran must not have visited for a while. Perhaps Mukuro should start singing the Namimori anthem to keep herself in practice. Then at least her skylark wouldn't be able to complain that she was 'pitchy'. "Was there something you wanted Byakuran-san?"
Byakuran settled into a crouch in front of Mukuro, the door behind her sliding shut, a shadowed hallway becoming a white wall again. "Just to tell you that things are progressing as planned." Byakuran stroked over Mukuro's eye patch. "Your darling Chrome hasn't given up on you."
"I'm sure your Shou-chan has been very helpful, to the Vongola." Mukuro smiled widely at the slight twitch in Byakuran's cheek. So she had been right about Irie Shouko, good to know.
Byakuran laughed then, and leaned forward to kiss her. "Not so helpful as you've been to me, Mukuro-chan." Chilly fingers stroked Mukuro's cheeks and under her chin, wrapped around Mukuro's throat and tightened. "No so helpful as that."
