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karma has no cure
by: pixie paramount (3/3/2008, 3:29 AM)
Katekyô Hitman Reborn!, Chrome-centric & there is no one at the wheel


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life.

She is born into a well to do family in Tokyo.

She is small and quite and ordinary in the pediatric wing of the hospital, surrounded by cooing nurses, bright colors, and balloons, her mother talking on the phone.

They name her Nagi and forget about her.

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As a child, she doesn't understand why people cling to one another the way they do.

She's never really felt that need for another person before.

(Except, deep down, she knows that she isn't fooling anyone—not with those lovesick eyes.)

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She begins to make a habit of watching the people around them. Yearning, wanting, wishing for all the love they have.

She walks home from school and tries to coax the neighborhood cats to eat out of her hand, to become close enough to curl in her lap and allow her to take them home—to love and care for.

They never do.


death.

There's this pretty little kitty that lives on the stoop of some old, abandoned house. Sometimes, she will eat out of her hand.

Mostly, she'll just scratches and nips at her hand and scurries across the street. Back home, she thinks—warm and held and loved.

But, one day, things change.

(One day, there is blood on the streets.)

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There is a blinding light that envelopes her for a split second as the warm body of the cat is cradled to her chest—warm and safe and protected.

But there is mostly pain—there is so, so much, she feels like she is dying than and there—and the feeling of her body caving in as she lands.

(And blood—so, so much blood pooling all around her, feeding the flowers pushing through the pavement.)

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The slow, rhythmic sound of her breathing fills the room, mingling with the deafening beep, beep, beep of the machines surrounding her, keeping her alive.

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"Why would I chop up my body for a child's sake?"

She's a burden about to be lifted from them—from mother.

It hurts surprisingly more now than it ever has.

(I thought that you might cry, might love me, but I guess not.

Why would you care now when you never did before?)

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(And they might just get their wish, she thinks, closing her eyes and willing to sleep eternally, like sleeping beauty.)


rebirth.

"Oh? Did you hear my voice?" His voice is smooth, like silk, and foreign-laced despite how perfect his Japanese is.

She imagines that his voice is the voice of a very loving God.

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(She imagines, hopes, dreams, that this is what it's like to be loved.)
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Note:
- Quotes are directly taken from the manga. Excluding the quote from Chrome's mother.

Author's Note: I'm new; so don't kill me yet! And, um, I take no responsibility for writing this because, uh, is the product of too much sugar.

…Okay, not really. I'm just not sure if I like this experiment or not. XD; – pixie paramount (3/10/2008, 9:06 PM)