He knows that the Tenth's male Mist is wary around him.

The Mist is unsure why he feels trepidation around the idiotic Cloud, why his instincts scream at him to flee. Not when he seems so incompetent.

Oh, but that boy has been touched by his deaths more than he knows. Hell is now a part of him, allowing him to sense what others cannot see.

Perhaps it's a blessing that the Mist cannot See, at least not in the way that matters. The young Mist is protected against the more malicious visitors that would revel in playing with him.

He would be lovely bathed in blood – this Skull knows. He remembers that frail little boy, so very determined to live, and perhaps it was a mistake allowing him to leave.

Watching the devastation, the ruthlessness the Mist utilizes in battle, Skull cannot help the cruel smile that plays upon his painted lips.

But how he adored the pain the boy now inflicted upon others.

His smile widened, showing his pointed teeth.

They would have the chance to play another time.

~ o0o ~

Yeah, Skull is talking about Mukuro and I still have no idea where this is going. I'm not sure if I'll write more or not but my muse poked me and this came out.