[/style][STYLE=float:left; background:#00CCCC; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999;] The day was ending, everybody was getting ready to leave and the bells were about to chime. The green haired boy pushed himself up off the grass, his breathing was hard from running around the track. Gym, he hated it, but it was over now. Sweaty, he trailed behind his classmates; wiping his forehead with the back of his head, he didn’t pay much attention to the other people who crowded in front of him. There were girls and guys among his class, the ladies giggling and the guys praising their hard work for running around in a circle. Fran, the green haired boy, didn’t care much for physical education, he wanted to become the greatest musician rather than an athlete but it was still required. The gym teacher, Colonnello juggled his keys until placing one in the doorknob and unlocking the gym doors. As soon as they were unlocked, the kids hurriedly rushed in, everyone brushing their sweat against each other. It was gross, to sweat, Fran hated it in fact he hated the heat, summer and basically the sun itself.
It wasn’t that hot outside but their teacher threatened each student if he couldn’t run the track over five times, they would be punished with detention and cleaning the gym for the next week. He made his choice right, knowing if his grandmother found out he got detention again he would be in far worse trouble than with any of his teachers. With all the kids hitting the showers, Fran only walked slowly into the locker rooms, he would take a shower last, he didn’t want to be hurried by anyone plus he needed to install a prank in the girls’ locker room. Sly and clever, he was. He was known for his prank, and who taught him were the one and only Mukuro. Undoubtedly, he was among the most wanted people in their school as well as outside these educating walls. Approaching his locker in the far right corner of the locker room, he turned the dial of the lock a couple times; stopping and changing direction each time he reached certain numbers. Strangely enough, he had an easy combination, it being 6-6-6.
Opening the locker, he pulled out his clothes, the little bottles of shampoo and conditioner and slowly began making his way to the showers. By now, everyone was almost gone, no one was using hot water anymore and so Fran was free to shower as long as he wanted. Grabbing a towel on the way, he entered and began stripping. Moments later he was in the hot water, washing the sweat and grime off his petite body. From the back he could look like a girl easily, just put on make-up and a girl’s uniform and he’d be a green haired girl instead of a green haired boy. He turned the water off, standing there for a few seconds letting the water drip to the floor. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he grabbed the items he brought and went back to his own locker. He dressed quickly, leaving his shirt off while drying his hair. It was a pain if you didn’t have short-short hair.
Finally he pulled his hair into a pony tail before looking around when he heard an unusual sound of something clicking like it was being locked. He could really care less about it, if people were still in here he couldn’t care less about them. So he continued on his way of getting fully dressed and walking out of the locker room. Grabbing his shirt, he slipped it over his head and pulled it down until it was fitted properly on him. He put away everything he took out and proceeded to lock his locker before exiting the locker rooms and planting his little prank for the girls. His prank was simple: detach all hot water knobs so they could suffer in the cold water. He sighed, sitting down and re-checking his evil plan against the girls.
r o k u d o[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; border: 5px dashed #551A8B; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; border: 5px dashed #551A8B; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style]
[style=font-family: arial narrow; font-weight: bold; font-size: 14px; color: #7F00FF; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -5px; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Here's to all the people who've been[/style]
trying to keep me down
[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 500px; color: #7F00FF; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Got their fingers in my collar[/style]
trying to turn me all around
[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 500px; color: #7F00FF; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Try to push me to the ground[/style]
then say they love me to my face
Today had not gone as planned, not at all. The only good thing that had come out of it was ditching his last few classes and stalking the gym class. Well okay that wasn't a good thing it just meant he was really bored, and had to wait till school was done to actually go home. Mainly because he would let Chikusa and Ken get back there first, his eyes drifted over Fran. This was only a time to mess around, he wanted to be the troll he was. For once getting into trouble, oh wait he always ended up doing that so why did it even matter. "Just end already There's a certain prey that has to learn a lesson." Maybe that was just him being a bit odd, but this was Mukuro after all.
And Fran was on the wrong end of his boredom this time, even if he didn't know that he was yet. It would still be amusing for him to watch. Walking back the opposite direction, he would blend in with the crowd or try to. As much as he hated to do so and his pineapple hair prevented him from it, though no one would tell him that. Fear of what he might do when they told him, it was one of those things he hated to be told. Most people were smart enough to know that by now. It looked like he had taught him well the boy was up to something, another one of his little pranks.
Though he couldn't stand Fran all that much sometimes just because of how little brains he seemed to have. Or just the way he acted no one would know other then Mukuro. That signature laugh escaped him as he stepped up to the boy, just smirking and holding him to that spot. "Playing a little prank are we. The little frog walked right into a trap." It was technically that after all he was trapped in the corner but Mukuro had his playful ways. Some a bit darker then others, not that Fran would know until it was too late for him to run.
That evil plan was running through his mind, just as he spoke to this boy thought up in a moment. And no one would be able to talk him out of it even if they figured it out.
[/style][STYLE=float:left; background:#00CCCC; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999;] He felt like he was being stared at, almost making him feel violated by the daggers on his back. He didn’t react; it could just be the couch making his rounds and now was studying him as he began getting ready to leave, finally. But strangely enough it wasn’t, he saw a shadow behind him but didn’t move, only continued. Until his voice made him blush and turn around, ’Playing a little prank are we. The little frog walked right into a trap.’ He looked at Mukuro, he had quickly changed his expression to emotionless after the little surprise. He hurriedly thought of why his master would sneak on him, but maybe he would help with his prank. ”Master~ don’t surprise me like that,” he whined, showing much signs of sarcasm.
But there was still something that bothered him, why of all people did he come and show up especially when he thought everyone went home. He would rather have Colonnello sneak up on him. The only reason was that he, Fran, had had a secret crush on his master, Mukuro. And it was very true that he may like him still but he pushed the thought away, he had no desire to love, he saw no reason to do such an act. In his opinion, love was undesirable to him. Pleasure on the other hand, he felt no sexual desire but also being a boy he did relieve himself for the better and relieving himself he has a few sparks of desire each time. But to stay off of personal matters, here standing in front of him was his old crush, Mukuro, also called ’master’. Fran was curious of what was going to happen next but he found himself not caring and was just going to walk away from him.
Truly enough, he was Varia now, he wasn’t exactly suppose to talk to Mukuro. That was one of the very odd rule his gang had made. And being the prankster of Varia, he needed to remove the hot water knobs and bring hell in the showers. Fran reached down to grab his bag, swinging it onto his shoulder and walked forward brushing past Mukuro. ”I gotta go, pranks need to be set and I have to make sure I get out of here before Colonnello locks the doors.” Fran spoke in a blank tone, slowly moving to the door which was all the way in the left corner of the locker rooms. And there locker rooms were twice as big than their junior high school’s locker rooms. Fran walked slowly, possibly waiting for him to follow or possibly just wanting to see if he can hear anything else important; he didn’t know which.
r o k u d o[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; border: 5px dashed #551A8B; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; border: 5px dashed #551A8B; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style]
[style=font-family: arial narrow; font-weight: bold; font-size: 14px; color: #7F00FF; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -5px; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Here's to all the people who've been[/style]
trying to keep me down
[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 500px; color: #7F00FF; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Got their fingers in my collar[/style]
trying to turn me all around
[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 500px; color: #7F00FF; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Try to push me to the ground[/style]
then say they love me to my face
The child of the shadows, or would it be the mist. Really he didn't care what people called him as long as they knew of him. Mukuro Rokudo could make lives miserable for quite a few people if he wanted to. Letting his fingers drift near the boy's skin but not touching him why would he bother with that. No this was all about playing the right cards, and doing just as he pleased. As Mukuro always did, Fran was one of those people who should know this better then anyone. "Kufufu my little apprentice...what prank are you up to this time? You look like you think I will help you." That was not his style unless he saw some benefit in it for himself.
Which in this case he really didn't other then he had Fran trapped in a corner. Part of him couldn't care less what happened to this boy, more then the fact that he wasn't one for that. But the prey had to be punished, and he did plan on making Fran understand. As much as the boy's idiotic nature seemed to annoy him at times. Why he even put up with him and let him stick around was sometimes something he didn't understand either. Keeping the brat trapped in the corner he barely touched him but his leg did move right against the boy's. No he wasn't trying or maybe he was, not that he needed to. If he wanted something all he had to do was pin him to the wall.
That was simple enough but that didn't really matter, how long could Fran keep this up. That was something he had to wonder. But then again was he really thinking about that. The way he walked away from him might have annoyed him, a little pineapple boy who had odd ways of getting attention. No that was not what this was about, what it truly was about just happened to be. Well he liked having followers it was amusing to him, how they stuck around even when he treated them like that.
Mukuro stalked after him not about to let him out of his sight why would he do that. He had plans for this boy and was not about to let him get away. 'I won't let you escape me my little prey~' It was more of a tease, but maybe there was truly something darker behind it. He wanted to corner him again, just barely moving past him quickly. "What if I possessed you little Frog." He whispered in a teasing voice, just trying to move away and out of sight maybe again. Let him play a little game of cat and mouse with this kid, or would it be pineapple and frog? There was only a matter of timing to see how it went and who would be the one pressed up against the wall.
No way would Mukuro be that person, he would have a lot of fun with this little boy. They were foolish but easy to tempt and drag down in a moment.
[/style][STYLE=float:left; background:#00CCCC; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999;] He followed him, he knew he would, it was so predictable in Fran’s eyes. He just continued on though, there was no need for him to turn around and talk to him. ’Kufufu my little apprentice...what prank are you up to this time? You look like you think I will help you.’ He didn’t reply but he saw that Mukuro knew he would want some help just so he can take full credit without doing anything. Just think, the perfect crime, getting away with it because there’s no evidence of him doing it but have credit for it. He liked making people do the things he had to do.
Fran felt him past him quickly, stepping right in his path. And him, not paying attention, ran into his master, he blushed slightly but quickly hid it from Mukuro. ’ What if I possessed you little Frog.’ Fran stepped back from the body of his master and looked up at him. Why did he say that, was it an offer to do a bigger prank or was it he going to help him somehow? He had no idea and so he was lost in thought. He snapped back quickly to reality though, looking up in the eyes of him and saying, ”Go possess Chrome, she probably needs it since she’s so obsessed with you.” It was a bold move there was no doubt.
It was very obvious that Mukuro had grown a special bond with this girl and he cared for her greatly, Fran didn’t know why but he did know he didn’t like others talking about her badly. Heck if someone touched her, his master would break their necks, but it wasn’t exactly a romance relationship between the two. Instead, he was very protective of Chrome. Truthfully, Fran was jealous she was this close with him and he accepted that he wasn’t someone to love; he had no desire for romance at all. ”Mukuro-san, can you move.” He said with a blank tone. He didn’t care what he would do about him talking badly of Chrome, he just wanted to get out of there.
r o k u d o[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; border: 5px dashed #551A8B; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; border: 5px dashed #551A8B; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style]
[style=font-family: arial narrow; font-weight: bold; font-size: 14px; color: #7F00FF; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -5px; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Here's to all the people who've been[/style]
trying to keep me down
[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 500px; color: #7F00FF; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Got their fingers in my collar[/style]
trying to turn me all around
[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 500px; color: #7F00FF; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Try to push me to the ground[/style]
then say they love me to my face
Play with Fran's little game was pretty much how he saw it, but then again who knew. There was always one part of the plan or more then one that Fran wouldn't figure out. He passed it off as if now he was getting bored, Fran wouldn't respond but he would surely get his attention. Or at least make him stop nothing could control him or pull him back. "Oh and you aren't. Little Frog shouldn't lie or say things like that." Not that he cared he just was making some fun, who could blame him. School was boring and no way was he in the mood of going back to deal with ditching. Mukuro didn't worry about trouble he never really had what was the point of that.
Just looking down at the boy who had run into him, a smirk passed his lips. Like he was almost plotting against him but for what, it was just another wonder. Something he didn't quite or would he even manage to get to begin with. Why did Mukuro care shaking those things off, this was all about fun and games really. At least for him anyway. He had to wonder if this boy knew his punishment or what was going to happen to him now. His hands were on the boy's arms the next thing he would know shoving him back roughly. Against the walls and just holding him there, it wasn't because of Chrome not completely. Yes he was protective over her, just letting his body hold the boy against the wall. Not amused at all the heat of having someone close to him was irritating.
But Fran had crossed the line, and this was one of those lines no one should cross. He would have figured this boy was smarter then that, but no apparently he wasn't. The eyes just looked over the child and he was not sure if this was going to end well, actually he didn't care. It wasn't what was bugging him, it was just something Fran had to learn. "Well it looks like you need to learn a little something...I thought you knew already but eh more fun for me hm?" Not really a question just a statement that seemed to almost end in something to make it sound like a question.
How Fran reacted would depend on what Mukuro did next, he was showing the control he had. Which was something Fran would never end up having, not without the right training.
[/style][STYLE=float:left; background:#00CCCC; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999;] ’Oh and you aren't. Little Frog shouldn't lie or say things like that.’ His words struck him, he didn’t know why though, they were mere words. He wasn’t particularly lying, it was more of not replying for just the reason he didn’t want to talk to his master. There was something off about him, why did he continue bugging him? When looking at Mukuro’s face, he noticed that little smirk that split across his lips. Why was he smirking? Was he trying to annoy him, because it was working! To his shock, he froze, some reason he felt like this was déjà vu. Fran decided to move backwards, trying going another way around him, but he was a move ahead of him.
Forcefully, Fran was pushed against the wall, his hands grasped the boy’s tiny wrists. His eyes were wide and he flinched when he made contact with the white wall. ’Well it looks like you need to learn a little something...I thought you knew already but eh more fun for me hm? ‘ His words frightened him, eyes still open wide, Fran stared straight into his demonic eyes. They seemed to have no depth, just a bottomless pit. Soon enough, he calmed down, though pain throbbed in his back and head, he still boldly spoke, ”Mukuro-san~” His voice was filled with sarcasm, it actually had emotion in it this time. ”Let go, you’re hurting me.” The word ‘hurting’ was very widely emphasized, showing so much sarcasm he could actually win against Mukuro.
He was wrong though; his master never let go and so he continued staring at those blue and red eyes. They were endless, he could see all of what his master did but no regrets were shown. He never regretted, everyone knew Mukuro was someone in trouble daily but never said the words sorry. ”Master~” Fran prolonged his name, continuously spreading it out. He was trying to annoy him just so he would go away. But playing with this demon wasn’t an easy task and rarely did anyone win. The green haired boy just didn’t know that.
r o k u d o[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; border: 5px dashed #551A8B; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; border: 5px dashed #551A8B; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style]
[style=font-family: arial narrow; font-weight: bold; font-size: 14px; color: #7F00FF; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -5px; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Here's to all the people who've been[/style]
trying to keep me down
[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 500px; color: #7F00FF; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Got their fingers in my collar[/style]
trying to turn me all around
[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 500px; color: #7F00FF; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Try to push me to the ground[/style]
then say they love me to my face
Nothing could get past Mukuro Rokudo, or at least that was how he saw it. Only when he picked to let something get past him did it actually happened, now it was matter of how hard little Fran would try. It irritated him for the most part but like he would end up telling him about that. Since it was not any of his business, he could just put up with the fact that he was stuck in a corner. This was all part of the plan, worry the frog get him trapped in the corner. Then strike like the snake he was, and Fran would not be able to escape his deadly bite. No one ever could without major wounds or ended up like Hibari Kyoya which was still amusing to watch to this very day.
Holding the boy's hand tightly just smirking again, this was going to be way too easy. There was no way he would be able to fight him much less win against him. No emotion in those eyes, or at least nothing nice it was all playful and maybe dark thoughts. That Fran would never be able to discover until they had already been done. "Don't test me boy. You know there is no winning against me. I'll make you regret that in ways you could only imagine," Really he was just a jerk, one who cared about no one but himself it was hard to believe he even had any friends. Why would they even want to be around him.
Just barely touching the boy's shirt he watched as it fell open, smirking a bit again. He didn't know why he was bothering here it was all part of teaching him some lesson. Pushing the boy harder against the wall, he might be trying to annoy him but no that wouldn't get him to let go. This was one task Fran had no hope of winning, if he passed out then it would be awkward for him when he woke up. 'Let's see boy just how long a little Frog can avoid me.' He purred with that thought and just put his hand in his pocket bringing out the knife, it wasn't his usual weapon but he wasn't allowed to bring it to school. Not that he cared he still had it just it was hidden.
And he would not let anyone get to it, or know where he put it. That was pretty much simple as that, and nothing could change it, maybe he should go get it. But he had Fran in a good spot here so he didn't care.
[/style][STYLE=float:left; background:#00CCCC; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999;] Crammed in the corner, pushed against the wall and roughly forced to stay there; he was slightly annoyed of this, people don’t push him around. But he never showed emotion, any of the times he was pushed around did he say a word. He was easy to be played like a little toy, this he didn’t exactly know; it was one of his hidden traits. Those hands around his wrist tightened, he flinched, his nerves firing up and shooting pain straight to his wrist. And all he could see was that smirk from the devil himself, Mukuro. That terrible bastard trapped him like a rat, making him feel claustrophobic instantly and slowly break down in the pressure. It was a weakness to him, crack down in extreme pressure, and his own rules of pressure was whenever it was the devil or romance; other times though no, he would have been able to stay strong.
’Don't test me boy. You know there is no winning against me. I'll make you regret that in ways you could only imagine,’ His words reminded Fran of a snake hissing, threatening to strike with their deadly bite. Red rose to his cheeks when his blouse simply fell open as Mukuro barely touched it; his blood froze. The cool air brushed against his check, his nipples becoming slightly perky from the mere feel of cold air. No, he had to stay strong, he wouldn’t break down to this man; quickly he brushed the blush off his plain cheeks and looked at Mukuro in the eyes. When his mouth opened, only sarcasm came out, ”Master, you mixed up my gender with a female. Funny you,” He sighed sarcastically.
His blood again froze stiff when a blade was extracted from his pockets. He watched as his hand travel with it, watching his hand move with the thing he feared. It was true, Fran hated knives, he feared them. Though he’s a human target to Fran, the knives never truly hit him but he still has a near death experience. A few times in the past has Bel actually scratched him but nothing was too deep for stitches. Another thing he hated, stitches. He had to admit, he was ready to melt in his hands, try escaping this new near death experience with Mukuro. You never messed with him when he had a weapon, they would end up passed out and nearly dead. The only one who was able to match his skills was Hibari Kyoya and he was the master of the school. But Fran learned from the best so he could hold out longer against Mukuro than most people.
r o k u d o[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; border: 5px dashed #551A8B; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; border: 5px dashed #551A8B; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style]
[style=font-family: arial narrow; font-weight: bold; font-size: 14px; color: #7F00FF; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -5px; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Here's to all the people who've been[/style]
trying to keep me down
[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 500px; color: #7F00FF; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Got their fingers in my collar[/style]
trying to turn me all around
[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 500px; color: #7F00FF; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px; text-shadow: #7D26CD 0px 0px 4px;]Try to push me to the ground[/style]
then say they love me to my face
Mukuro smirked, he had his control the only thing he wanted. Well okay that right there was a lie, leaning down just to whisper something in his ear. Something along the lines of fight me and you'll only get hurt worse. A little toy was all he was, maybe Fran knew this or he was just being oblivious to it. The pineapple haired male ignored it all and slipped his hand down to the boys pants just making them drop. Only a few more little steps and he would get what he wanted, enough playing around. With a dark laugh he held onto Fran's hands a bit tighter, no way would he let him go.
Another hiss escaped his mouth but Mukuro ignored everything else but the prey in front of him. Barely touching the blush on the boy's cheek he wasn't being gentle in the least. Why would he do that Mukuro could care nothing for other people. "With that mouth and girl like body of yours I'm surprised other people haven't." It was simple words that held no meaning to Mukuro, while to Fran it might have been a bit worse. The trolling pineapple if only he knew where this might put them both, like he cared in the end anyway. Cutting any remaining fabric that blocked his way he moved Fran breathing on the back of his neck. Not giving him much warning to anything.
Mukuro just smirked holding the knife in his teeth still holding tight to Fran's hands. If the boy was smart he would stop struggling, it was only going to make things worse for him. He only put the knife away when he thought he had controlling, the doors were locked no one would walk in or hear them. His hand would go over Fran's mouth if he screamed.
~Time skip-poor Fran-~
Releasing Fran's wrists he just let him fall to the ground, fixing his clothes and picking up the gloves from the ground. Now while Mukuro might have seemed heartless, okay well was pretty much heartless. He at least bothered to cover Fran up with a towel, no one would see that body but Mukuro. Well for what he could actually prevent which was a lot. "Kufufu...well that was amusing little Frog. Next time try not to struggle so much." Teasing him like the major bastard he was, that was all this was about and plus he might come back again. Leaning down to whisper in his ear again he licked the flesh roughly, not bothering to be gentle, he hadn't from the beginning.
"Well next time let's see how much you can handle." As if there would be a next time, this was a one time thing maybe. In Mukuro's mind anyway he could care nothing for love and always had. That evil like smirk crossed his lips again, he wondered for the Frog would react. Would he end up telling anyone knowing how Fran acted probably not the male usually kept to himself. Which was better for Mukuro he didn't like anyone getting in his way or taking control from him. And he had just shown Fran that much.
The taller male just turned and then leaned against the wall, watching and waiting for the annoying Frog to get up. His sarcasm wasn't going to help here maybe he had finally learned his lesson.
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His clothes were torn, leaving him naked in front of Mukuro; he shivered, the cold air just traveling everywhere around his body. His master moved the knife to hold it between his teeth, Fran struggled more against the grip on his wrists when the knife was out of the devil’s hands. ”Let me go, Mukuro-san. This isn’t funny anymore,” He whined, showing fear in his voice, he was losing his grip on sarcasm, but he was frightened. Just what was his master planning? Sad thing was, he found out quickly in Mukuro’s swift movements.
-black scenes=smex-
The grip on his wrists finally let go, he dropped to the ground with a loud thud. He was broken everywhere, there was little blood smeared between his legs, white liquid spotted his stomach and mixed in with the blood. He was sore, everywhere, and if someone could see his eyes, tears were still running down his face. They were slow, but there nonetheless. He heard Mukuro fix his clothes and the worst part for him was to hear the sound from his zipper. That’s the same sound he continued to hear in his head, it was the sound that started all the pain that just went on. His eyes were wide, his pony tail fell out and his green hair covered his eyes.
Fran flinched when he felt a towel fall on him, covering his private parts at least but still showing his skin. He wanted to run but he couldn’t move. The tears slowly fell onto the white towel and he shakily grabbed the cloth and started to rub everything off; in his mind: it wasn’t coming off. He scrubbed fiercely, just trying to get all of it off, make what just happened disappear. He had been raped. His virginity taken away from him, he wanted to lose it (if he ever did) to a woman, not a man. Not only was it taken away, Mukuro wasn’t gentle, he never was but when he attacked poor Fran, he felt rougher than he normally was.
’Kufufu...well that was amusing little Frog. Next time try not to struggle so much.’ He flinched again, amusing was it? Mukuro had leaned down and roughly licked his ear and skin near it; Fran pulled away from him, not even turning his head to look up at him. He felt completely broken, but thinking back to before the rape, he said he would punish the frog and this was his punishment. ’ Well next time let's see how much you can handle.’ Fran shot his eyes to him, instantly angry. He grabbed the nearest thing that held weight, it was just a lock that was in his pocket. He tried hitting Mukuro, but he failed. ”Go away already,” He said, looking away. Not only did he lose his virginity, he had lost it to someone he liked, maybe even loved.
Fran pulled his knees toward him, the towel falling beside him; he held himself there for what seemed like hours, just staring at nothing but crying out tears. His throat hurt, he screamed but he also moaned. But they weren’t the moans of pleasure, they were the moans of hurt and pleasure. He admitted, it was slightly enjoyable but he still hated it.
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trying to turn me all around
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then say they love me to my face
Well so far today had been fun in some odd way, though he had done what he wanted to Fran. Punishment as always he kept watching the boy stalking as always, wondering what he was going to do. 'What are you going to do Little Frog. Go cry to that boy.' It was something he definitely wanted to see, Mukuro could care nothing for him after all just looking at him he seemed weak. Not even sure why he bothered with him, there was little he could do much less wanted to. "Trying to pretend you can fight back, If you think that can get rid of it." The wind outside picked up a little bit as he watched this kid, he acted completely normal even after what had been done. Normal for Mukuro was not normal at all, but like he truly cared.
Not even bothering to look back Would the little Frog follow him or was he serious way too broken to get up. From a sarcastic kid to a weak little brat in one moment, just because he had done that to him. "Just you wait Frog you'll be crawling right back, that sarcasm of yours won't get you far with anyone." Just letting the wind flow through his hair he wiped the knife off on a ripped piece of Fran's clothes throwing it down on the ground. Only to drop a burning match onto it, as if he was burning away what happened. Not that he cared it would be a memory he held onto.
Not because he hated what happened, no it was something amazing to him. The fact that he stole something from him that he must have wanted to save, it was just another part of everything. Dragging Fran back to him wouldn't be that hard the boy would have to figure out something, he had ruined what he was wearing. Now what would he do, the pineapple just smirked, he would tease him with that and only Fran would know what he had meant. Chikusa and the others would remain oblivious since Mukuro's mood hadn't changed at all.
Giving a small yawn maybe he should go get something to eat, and bug Tsunayoshi Sawada. What a perfect end to what had happened, going form that to food and bugging Tsuna. Yes he could still do that even after things like this. Showed how heartless Mukuro really was.
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