Ai Angel: Hey people! Please enjoy! My first fic for Katekyo Hitman Reborn so please don't kill me if I don't get something right! I like to skip episodes until I find one I like! (via looking at episode guides haha)

By the way this WON'T follow the TLY story of the future arc because that's too difficult to try and follow. Let's say it's an alternate FUTURE!

ENJOY!

(Just reminding you: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!)

Oh by the way I do not own these KHR characters all credit goes to the wonderful Amano Akira

She didn't try to wipe away the beads of sweat decorating her forehead. She didn't try to calm her dark purple hair that was flying all over the place as she ran as fast as she could. She didn't try to look back to see if they had caught up, the enemies or her comrades.

Right now, Chrome Dokuro had only one thing in mind.

Chrome had a mixture of fear and determination whirling inside of her. The fear of the enemy escaping her illusions and getting closer and closer to where she was. The fear of Ken or Chikusa being caught by the enemy was even worse. Her determination, however, refused to let her look back or stop. It was too strong, it was in full control of her body, and it wouldn't allow her to be slowed down.

Chrome clenched the trident in her grip even tighter, ready to attack anyone that attempted to stop her. This, as predicted, had been inevitable. Close to a dozen men surrounded her, their faces completely shrouded by layers of white bandages.

"Chrome Dokuro, this is a severe crime. As the mist guardian you should not do this. [v1] Stop now." The possible leader of them said passively.

Twirling her trident expertly and slamming it into the ground, the floor crumbled and appeared to be falling apart. The men were obviously not fooled but were definitely not prepared for what was coming next.

Chrome was no longer the weak girl many had depicted her to be. In only three years Chrome had already improved her illusions to a point where creating them were like second nature.

These men were like the others she had faced before, prepared for the first illusion, but not for the ones that soon followed. Pillars of fire erupted from the seemingly bottomless cracking floor.

Still not completely disorientated by the illusions, her body duplicated itself, with dozens of copies of Chrome overwhelming them. Even real illusions were easy for Chrome to manipulate. Her expertise in hand to hand combat only increased as the mist flame surrounded her eye patch. Her copies, some of which had physical bodies, took care of the enemies as the real her rushed forward.

She closed her eyes momentarily as she ran, the flame dissipating from her face, her breathing heavy. Her legs ached and she didn't know how long they would hold out. She had run up and down long corridors, checking in every door, carefully checking every room. She had rushed down stairs, even tripping down flights at a time.

She couldn't help but hope Ken and Chikusa were alright. What had happened only just, at the least, an hour ago was still fresh in her mind.

"Dokuro, go on ahead!" Ken had ordered her, "These guys are nothing! Go find him!"

"Ken…!" Chrome protested.

"Ken's right Chrome. You need to find him. It's troublesome but we can take care of them." Chikusa said calmly, his red yoyos poised in his hands, ready to attack.

"O-Okay," Chrome said weakly, "be careful!"

Chrome clutched her trident to her chest, hoping to find comfort in its cold steel. She pushed forward, despite her muscles screaming in protest.

Chrome, Chrome, Chrome!

The voice was too familiar to Chrome; she would have thought it an echo if not for the rising panic. She found it almost painful to not answer the pleading voice.

Chrome! My dear Chrome, answer me! Please answer me!

Chrome squeezed her eyes shut hoping, that maybe she could block out the voice she wanted to answer so badly. She couldn't though. She knew if she did she would immediately give in.

Chrome, stop. Stop! Go back to Ken and Chikusa! You can still make it out of this place alive!

Chrome bit her lip and continued to tightly squeeze her eyes. Almost against her will, her run started to slow down to a stop.

I can't, Mukuro!

Chrome finally answered, a single tear slipping out of her violet eye. She had finally answered but her resolve was slowly shattering with it. Just by saying his name she was reminded of when he told her to drop the honorific and just call him 'Mukuro'.

Chrome, go back.

Mukuro tempted gently, the obvious worry and care for the girl in his voice. Chrome could feel the grip just his voice was having on her body. Her body slowly crumbled to the floor, legs finally giving in.

Mukuro, I can't. I won't be able to face Ken and Chikusa if I do!

Chrome tried to push herself off of the floor, only to end in failure.

My precious Chrome, I won't allow you to continue.

Chrome felt more tears fall out as she felt him slowly taking full control of her legs. They stayed glued to the spot, unable to move the slightest inch.

Mukuro! Please let me go! I need to do this!

Chrome's tears fell freely from her good eye. She didn't know what else to do. Mukuro was trying to stop her and he was succeeding. She felt the legs she had no control of get up and pull her in the opposite direction.

My precious Chrome, if you continue you will die. You must go back to Ken and Chikusa. You can all make it out alive.

Chrome shook her head in protest, closing her eyes and biting her lip. Her legs started to run and Chrome immediately tried to stop, using all her strength. Mukuro was still stronger; despite being locked up Mukuro was still ahead of her.

Mukuro, please stop! I want to do this! Ken and Chikusa want this too! Mukuro, please let us save you!

Chrome suddenly felt her legs stop.

Kufufufu… My cute Chrome, why is it that you wish for this so much? Why is it that you must go to such lengths?

Chrome opened her eye, determination set in them.

Because you are important to me! Ken and Chikusa must feel the same way! Please, Mukuro! We care about you!

Chrome opened her eyes tears slowing to a stop, a small smile even making its way up to her lips. She was now more motivated than ever, gaining control of her legs and started to run once more. Her legs no longer screamed in the pain they were obviously in.

Kufufufu. Remember, my precious Chrome, you must make it out of here alive. If you don't I won't forgive you.

Chrome smiled to herself, his flourishing nickname giving her a whole new warmth. It seemed that Mukuro couldn't say no to his precious Chrome, not when she was pleading in such a way.

I promise, Mukuro-sama.

Chrome's now down to her mid-back hair whipped around her face and shoulders. The spiky top knot that she continued to tie did little to keep her hair in check. Her purple bangs were matted with the sweat she hadn't wiped until now.

The corridor wasn't lit so Chrome found it impossible to weave herself through them. She found herself crashing into the corners and walls of the corridors. Still she made sure to check every door she came across. Even Mukuro wasn't able to help her find her way there, he hadn't been conscious when they had locked him up in the prison.

Chrome forced her way into the final door of the hallway, illusions tricking the security into letting her through. To no luck Mukuro was nowhere in the room. She stepped fully into the room, inspecting it carefully. She was trying to see if there was a clue to where Mukuro was being kept.

Chrome, turn around.

Chrome quickly whipped her head around, only to narrowly escape a weapon aimed at her head, most likely to knock her out.

"Chrome Dokuro, Vongola mist guardian, you and your comrades will not escape here unscathed. Give up now while you can." The attacker said sternly. Strangely his voice wasn't passive like all the other attackers she had encountered before, emotions ruled his voice, "You seem befuddled. Is it because you don't know why I seem different from the others? Even when you can't see me it seems you can tell I'm different." he said with strange amusement, "I guess I can expect nothing less from the guardian of the mist." he chuckled, "Let's see how long it takes you to give up."

Ken and Chikusa stood back to back, their breathing hard and heavy. They had been at this for at least an hour, the initial enemies were easy but now that they had been fighting this long their exhaustion was starting to show. Their reactions were getting slower and they were starting to feel their vision blur.

Ken was constantly changing "channels" and Chikusa was constantly throwing out his yoyos as needles splayed out from them. Very slowly Ken and Chikusa could see how their attacks were not connecting and seemingly the enemies were getting faster.

They could only hope Chrome was faring better than them.

Chrome swallowed thickly, she could sense the impending danger. She clenched her trident closer to her body, trying to find a way out of this mess. Not only could she barely see but her opponent could most likely see through the darkness.

Chrome squinted her eyes in a futile attempt to see better. She heard the faint whistle of a bullet being shot and quickly dived in the opposite direct, the bullet whizzing just past her ear.

"Do not worry Chrome Dokuro. I do not wish to kill you necessarily, merely immobilize you." The man chuckled as if it were a funny matter.

Chrome! Left!

The words barely registered in her mind as she moved towards her left and barely feel the cold metal of the gun graze her cheek.

"Good job, I wonder just how long you can dodge these." The man laughed before charging once again.

Before Chrome could react she felt a fist bury itself in her stomach. She coughed out blood, pain wracking through her whole body. The man leaned closer to her, knowing her body was still paralysed from the blow.

"Just give up Chrome Dokuro." The man whispered in the shell of her ear, "You are no match for me." he laughed, "After all you are the weakest Vongola guardian."

Chrome bit her lip; those were the words she hated. Everyone presumed she was the weakest, the one that always needed saving. It was true at one stage of her life but not anymore. Chrome wasn't the girl she used to be.

In an attempt Chrome swung the trident, aiming to strike what she hoped was his mid-section. The man expertly dodged only receiving a small scratch on his abdomen. New determination set in her eyes Chrome slammed her trident on the floor as fire pillars erupted from the floor, one of which consumed the man. Blossoms and their vines wound around the pillars, very much like the illusions Chrome had seen Mukuro perform many times before. New light lit up the room, the fire providing more than an offense.

"My, my," The man sighed as he emerged from the fire pillar, the vines which had wrapped around him falling off meaninglessly. His eye was a brilliant emerald and his long burgundy hair was held up in a high tail, his bangs covered his left eye and shook as he chuckled, "Even though your illusions seem very real it is no use. Illusions will never work on me."

Chrome multiplied herself, impossible to tell which was real. They all charged forward as vines seemed to grow out of the ground and entangle his legs, holding him on the spot. He blocked all her real illusions, leaving her illusions to run through him.

Suddenly he jolted his elbow backwards into the air striking the real her, which had been hidden in illusions, in the stomach.

He laughed, amused by her attempts, "You won't win, Chrome Dokuro. Your illusions are useless."

The vines around his legs soon disappeared as he walked forward effortlessly. The pristine black hand gun in his hand was lifted up to face her. Before he could approach too close though the very fabric of reality ripped as poisonous snakes sprung out of the rip. They wrapped around all his limbs his body.

"Another illusion?" The man said before his visible eye widened, "These are no illusions!"

Tapping her trident onto the floor once more the room seemed twist and turn into a spiral. Lines and contours, walls and floors, seemed to blur and become one twister of nonsense. The man was too confused by the snakes entangling him that it seemed that he fell for the illusion displayed.

I'm sorry, Mukuro. I got held back, I'm coming now.

Chrome ran towards the exit which seemed to be part of the big twister. The man fell to the ground and held his arm out to her running figure.

"Chrome Dokuro! You won't be able to free him! Rokudo Mukuro it worthless it's no use to save him! Why save someone like him anyway?" He shouted out.

Chrome turned around, fury written in her eyes, "Mukuro is the person most important to me! He is worth much more than some as like you!"

Chrome turned back in correct direction and ran out.

Kufufufu, my precious Chrome… Those words are very kind…

Chrome could feel the blush rising on her cheeks and hoped Mukuro would disregard it as the blushing she inherited.

You are very important to me, Mukuro. That's why I want to get you out of here.

Don't worry; even if I'm not there physically I will always be by your side.

It had been more than three floors ago that Chrome had encountered that man. She was furiously searching through the many rooms and chambers of the prison. She had encountered guards endlessly and her illusions were starting to lose their reality.

When she finally reached the absolute bottom floor every inch of her body burned and ached. She checked every door which decorated the dark hallways. Many prisoners were trapped in floating "cells"; she merely ignored them and went onwards. She held a bright illusory flame in her hand, an idea that came to her to light her way.

The final door in the hallway looked so much bigger than the other doors along the hallway. Chrome took in a deep breath, scared Mukuro was not behind this very last door. Shakily she touched the handle, feeling its cool metal. She bathed herself in illusions, fooling the security into letting her pass.

When Chrome got past the door she almost felt like fainting. In the capsule filled with water was indeed Mukuro…

HERE YA GO! Grand opening! HAHA! Hope you enjoy. I will try to post as soon as possible! Though that may not be very soon -.-". But enjoy anyways!

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