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Nov. 1st, 2009 12:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTo Ken and Chikusa there is no god but Mukuro, and even they do not claim Mukuro is divine. Chrome never asks about this, because it is one thing she just knows. Religious icons of no religion catch Ken or Chikusa's eye, they don't make them squirm or spit or stare. The Italian mafia who mutter under their breaths around Chrome, prayers or half-forgotten wards against possession, make Ken sneer and growl, and Chikusa's fingers twitch, but neither of them seems particularly bothered. They do not care about the words it is only the attitudes that matter to them.
But there is one day where Ken and Chikusa honor a god not their own.
It is a warm Autumn morning, warm enough that Chrome does not bother with her coat when she rushes out of their current hiding spot (not really hidden from any but the most ignorant of the mafia world) to rush after Ken and Chikusa. Neither of them has changed into anything special. They don't bother to slow their steps when Chrome falls in behind them, or even to look over their shoulders. The door of the church stays open long enough to allow Chrome access simply because Ken throws doors open.
They stand in the back of the church, their backs pressed against cool stone walls or ancient wood, depending on the church. Old ladies shoot the length of Chrome's skirt nasty looks, and the presiding priest gives all three of them a look.
Ken snarls, Chikusa hushes him.
The service continues.
Chrome closes her eye and takes a deep breath. It is the same in every church, incense and perfume, dust and bodies dressed up and pressed closely together. When Chrome breathes out she breathes out all the thoughts of the dead, those she killed that year or might have killed, the memory of her own dead self (Nagi, forever gone), those that Mukuro-sama has killed, or will kill, and those who died long before she knew of Ken, Chikusa, and Mukuro.
At the end of the service the ghosts are gone, and they begin their year anew.
But there is one day where Ken and Chikusa honor a god not their own.
It is a warm Autumn morning, warm enough that Chrome does not bother with her coat when she rushes out of their current hiding spot (not really hidden from any but the most ignorant of the mafia world) to rush after Ken and Chikusa. Neither of them has changed into anything special. They don't bother to slow their steps when Chrome falls in behind them, or even to look over their shoulders. The door of the church stays open long enough to allow Chrome access simply because Ken throws doors open.
They stand in the back of the church, their backs pressed against cool stone walls or ancient wood, depending on the church. Old ladies shoot the length of Chrome's skirt nasty looks, and the presiding priest gives all three of them a look.
Ken snarls, Chikusa hushes him.
The service continues.
Chrome closes her eye and takes a deep breath. It is the same in every church, incense and perfume, dust and bodies dressed up and pressed closely together. When Chrome breathes out she breathes out all the thoughts of the dead, those she killed that year or might have killed, the memory of her own dead self (Nagi, forever gone), those that Mukuro-sama has killed, or will kill, and those who died long before she knew of Ken, Chikusa, and Mukuro.
At the end of the service the ghosts are gone, and they begin their year anew.
