Mukuros pov

"mokoto there's something I need to tell you"

Mokoto looked up at me in surprise "what is it mukuro" his face looked so innocent and trusting. This is going to be hard.

I took a deep breath "mokoto I'm part of the Enoshima Clan and my sister sent me out to kill you" might as well get it all out there.

"w-what!" mokoto stumbled in disbelief.

I quickly caught him before he fell on his butt. He pulled away and took a seat.

I sighed "I'm sorry mokoto. I understand if you don't want anything more to do with you"

"no its fine mukuro. I actually respect you alot for telling me this" he reached out and petted my ears. I felt my cheeks turn red. Why is he so strange!?

"why did you tell me this though" he asked.

"I-I don't know! I've always done what junko wants. All I ever wanted was to make her happy and once I get a chance to do just that I throw it away! All because I can't kill someone who smiled at me like that" I felt hot tears run down my cheeks. Why do I feel so horrible?

Mokoto gently wiped my tears away "shh mukuro it's alright. You did the right thing. I'm very proud of you"

Without really thinking I dived into his chest. He smiled and rocked me in his arms, whispering reassuring words in my ear. How can such kindness exist?

"Umm mukuro if you're up for it do you think you could tell this to future fondation?"