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Jun. 9th, 2009 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaByakuran wound the chains leading to Mukuro around his fist, tugging Mukuro closer and closer. "How long have you been with us, Mukuro-kun?" Byakuran asked, as the skinny body slowly made it's way over. The heavy chains linking Mukuro's hands and feet, the tight collar around his neck, even the length of his hair seemed to drag Mukuro down. Byakuran knew better than that. Mukuro could be as light as a feather in these chains, he just chose not to be. Without the chains Mukuro was emaciated enough to just float away.
Byakuran made a mental note to take to feeding Mukuro himself for the next few days. It wouldn't do if his prize captive wilted away from malnutrition.
"Around a year, Byakuran-sama." Mukuro leaned his cheek against Byakuran's knee, and looked up at Byakuran through long lashes. One eye was covered with heavy gauze, not because Byakuran couldn't stand to look at it, but because letting the wound heal and then inflicting it again was much more fun. "Why do you ask?"
"I think it's been a year exactly, since I brought you into my little family." Byakuran's 'little family' was him, his funeral wreaths, and their pets, like Mukuro-kun was his pet. And such a good pet too, Byakuran stroked Mukuro's dark black hair. "Happy re-birthday, Mukuro-kun." Byakuran dipped his head and pecked Mukuro on his frozen smile. "Let's see about getting you a present, hmm?"
Byakuran made a mental note to take to feeding Mukuro himself for the next few days. It wouldn't do if his prize captive wilted away from malnutrition.
"Around a year, Byakuran-sama." Mukuro leaned his cheek against Byakuran's knee, and looked up at Byakuran through long lashes. One eye was covered with heavy gauze, not because Byakuran couldn't stand to look at it, but because letting the wound heal and then inflicting it again was much more fun. "Why do you ask?"
"I think it's been a year exactly, since I brought you into my little family." Byakuran's 'little family' was him, his funeral wreaths, and their pets, like Mukuro-kun was his pet. And such a good pet too, Byakuran stroked Mukuro's dark black hair. "Happy re-birthday, Mukuro-kun." Byakuran dipped his head and pecked Mukuro on his frozen smile. "Let's see about getting you a present, hmm?"
