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Mukuro-sama floats sweetly in the water of the glass tube. It is the only light source in the room, glowing a gentle green that makes his long hair look as black as ebony as it drifts around him like a halo. His skin is white as snow, unnaturally pale, tinged green by the light. His white straight jacket is much the same, the buckles as dull and shadowed as the chains holding him in place. The lower half of his face is hidden by the mask feeding him oxygen.
He is beautiful. Chrome wonders if outside, in the light of the sun that he hasn’t seen in months, his lips would be blood red too.
Snow White, sleeping in his glass coffin.
She has journeyed past seven levels of this prison to get to him, which might as well have been mountains for how tightly locked up the place is. She snuck past seven Vindice guardians, their zombie-like bodies covered in bandages trailing everywhere. She smelled them before she saw them, the scent of rot spreading through the building like the perfume of a woman in love.
…Love
Does Mukuro-sama look different from their meetings in their dreams? She’s not quite sure. People never look the same in their own mind as they do in reality, even if they do have access to mirrors.
Chrome cannot stand mirrors - she sees Nagi in them when she has worked so hard to leave that girl behind and become someone new. Someone worthy of following Mukuro-sama.
What are you waiting for? he whispers in her mind. Free me.
He is right, of course.
Though sleep may be so sweet it chases the bitterness of reality away, her Snow White in his glass coffin has slept long enough.
Reality will be more pleasant soon enough, even for him.
Chrome is ready to be his prince.
With the slightest smile, she steps forward to kiss him awake.