EDIT: excuse the first chapter. It sucks. I know. But oh boy it gets better from here kiddos. I finally learned how to write not terribly? So enjoy. Stick it out. Its worth the ride.

Chapter Text

Thud. Thud. Thud

Mukuro's eyes snapped open at the sound of footsteps making their way past her bedroom door. Though asleep moments before, her military-trained body was already sprung into action at the odd noise filling her and her sister's quiet apartment.

Stealthily, she lifted her covers and slid out of her bed, maintaining total silence as to not alert the possible intruder, or wake the sleeping Ultimate Fashionista who was most likely enjoying her beauty sleep in the room across from her own. Dozens of scenarios flitted through Mukuro's mind, and while the sound could've just been her imagination; she wasn't prepared to take the risk of putting her sister in danger.

Giving her vision a moment to adjust to the stark darkness of her bedroom, she reached underneath her mattress, pulling out the black-metal handgun she kept there in case of emergencies, since Junko refused to let her keep any of her more... "despairingly deadly"... weapons in her room. (She had tried to argue with her sister that any weapon was a "despairingly deadly" weapon but she wouldn't listen to a single word)

Maintaining a basic firing stance, she advanced towards her door, turning the handle as quietly as humanly possible. Seeing that the hall was empty, she stepped forward, closing the door behind her as she did. Casting a quick glance towards her sister's own bedroom door, she was comforted to see that it was closed. Mukuros cold expression softened at the knowledge of her sister sleeping peacefully unaware of the dangers in their very own home.

Suddenly, Mukuro heard another thud, followed by the sound of shuffling. Her hand tightened around her gun's handle at the louder noise, before holding it in front of her in firing position and stepping towards the sound's origin, which she quickly pinpointed as coming from the living room.

As she etched closer and closer down the hall, she heard another noise, one that almost sounded like.... laughter? Her steps quickened and her pulse pounded in her ears. Just as she turned the corner fully facing the danger, finger on the trigger of her gun, the 'intruder' spoke loudly.

"I am your Queen Mr.Bubbles! Feel the wrath of my despair!" Junko proclaimed at the small fishtank placed ontop of their coffee table.

She sat cross-legged on the carpet, with a black-and-white bear-patterned blanket draped over her head. She held a flashlight in her hand, flicking it on and off infront of the fishtank, no doubt terrifying the poor goldfish inside. Mukuro sighed before lowering her gun and flicking on the light, illuminating the small apartment with a soft yellow glow.

Junko stopped laughing abruptly and turned to Mukuro, while holding a flashlight to her face as if she was about to tell a ghost story. "Ah! Goooooood Morning Mukuro! Did you sleep well?" She asked cheerfully, even though from what Mukuro could read from the small clock on the counter, it was 3 am. Mukuro rubbed her eyes tiredly, adjusting once more, this time to the bright light.

"Oh. I was worried..." She mumbled, stifling a yawn. Junko rolled her eyes and lowered her flashlight.

"Seems a little more than just worried," she said, giving a dirty look to the gun in Mukuro's hand..

"Do you mind feeding the fish when you're done?" She questioned politely, attempting to play along in hopes of keeping Junko happy. Junko waved her hand in dismissal and addressed her attention back to the fish.

"Fine, fine." Junko paused, tilting her head as if having second thoughts. "Ill feed him... if he denounces his religion and commits his entire being to serve me" She clapped her hands together as if this was the best idea she's ever thought of. Mukuro couldn't help the small smile that spread across her face at her sister's delusions.

"I don't think fish have religions Junko.." She pointed out lightly. Junko gave Mukuro an odd look, and for a moment she was worried she said something wrong. She braced herself for some sort of retaliation from Junko, but instead, her sister sighed.

"I suppose I'll feed him then. All hail Queen Junko!" She shouted, raising a fist in celebration. Mukuro silently prayed the neighbors wouldn't complain about this tomorow morning. Junko looked towards Mukuro expectantly, and on cue Mukuro smiled slightly at her sister and repeated the mantra, raising her fist to match her sisters as she did.

"All hail Queen Junko."