The Wonder Years
Title: The Wonder Years.
Author/Artist: Rosella
Rating: PG-13; Due to profanity and mild violence.
Warnings: I suppose it could always be much worse.
Prompt: VII: 75. The Varia -50 years later; "Welcome to the Varia retirement home."
Word count: Fairly long, I didn't count. >.>
Summary: Xanxus is hungry. Varia members pass the buck on who gets him food. And you're there to see if this is the best place to leave your grandmother/grandfather.
While walking up the three to four steps of this lovely immaculate white building, everything seems calm, serene; a perfect place to be and send your grandmother or grandfather to live. The pathway had beautiful flowers planted and the grass seemed to be of the finest kind; very pricey you think, but still you continue and once reaching the door, you notice a short woman. She's wearing a respectable buttoned up white dress, white leggings, white shoes, and even a small hat with the Varia logo in the center. Her hair frames her face respectively and she has a warm smile. You overlook the black mask and smile in return.
"Welcome to the Varia Retirement Home," she tells you and your relative with the kindest and most trusting of tones that you can't help but like her already and hope she's the one to take care of your relative. You apologize for being late, but she waves and continues to smile while telling you not to worry and then opens the door to the classy pristine building. You gasp in surprise at how beautiful the interior is, like some five star hotel, but better. You take your elderly relative by the hand and begin to follow the short lady with the kind smile and masked eyes as she points out the reception desk and how they lead to the back offices; where, if you decide to stay will be the place to go fill the paperwork. You give it a short glance and continue on, missing completely how the glass just happens to be a little too thick for comfort.
"This is where we serve breakfast, lunch, and dinner," she gestures to the right and you and your relative take a peek. The round tables are set with expensive linen, the table settings are simple, but you figure those cost a pretty penny... or two. The chairs all look comfortable too, and that's key your guide tells you and then walks off and of course, you follow. Another missed detail to the dining room would be how all the other tables were set a safe distance from one table in particular, but it looked rather harmless so it's alright for you to have overlooked it.
Along the corridor, the kind lady talks about the daily activities to keep all their residents in shape and give each of them a bit of fresh air. You, obviously, listen and ask what kind of activities are set during the day. But this also means that you and your relative are completely engrossed in the conversation that the slightly paranoid faces of those your group happens to pass are unseen; along with two old men arguing with another nurse, that just so happens to be identical looking to the one you're with now. All well, none of this is seen by you or the person you're with so it's alright not to point it out.
Meanwhile, somewhere on the other side of the building is a certain group responsible for the building you're in now.
Xanxus groans, his head rolling back before coming forward, red eyes glaring at the woman before him.
"I'm hungry," he tells her, an impatient tone can be heard and the nurse tenses slightly before placing hands atop thin hips.
"I already told you, lunch is not ready and you're going to wait like the others." Her voice firm, free of the terror starting to build up within. Xanxus continues to glare, though the look is that of an annoyed child far from the fear inducing look of his earlier years. He knocks over a small table and repeats for the fifth time that he is hungry. The nurse keeps from flinching and sighs instead as she bends down to pick up the overturned table; thankful that nothing was atop of it and that he didn't launch it at her this time.
"Mr. Xanxus, please have a little patience. Lunch will be set in fifteen minutes." Once the table is upright the nurse quickly walks out of the room, her shoes squeaking with each step and causing the left eye of the hungry Varia boss to twitch. She's gone from his room and he knocks the table over again, grumbling while picking up the phone and dialing.
"I'm hungry," he tells the other once they answer.
"So? Go eat, I'm trying to take a nap." They respond in annoyance.
"I'm. Hungry. Get me food now, scum." He repeats with growing irritation.
"Fucking stupid old fart! I'm trying to sleep!" The male repeats a little louder, almost wondering if his boss had finally lost his hearing, but getting angry nonetheless.
"If you don't get me something to eat now, trash, I'll make sure you sleep forever." Xanxus hangs up to the loud hacking 'voi' that followed and leans back in his very comfortable throne chair.
Squalo mutters under his breath, annoyed, pissed to the fucking depths of hell that his shitty boss was still ordering him around after all these years. They were here because they had all retired and gave their positions to other worthless little brats and Xanxus was still fucking giving orders. Bastard. Still, he did get up and groaned in pain at the creaks and cracks of knees, lower back, and ankle pains. He was too old for this, he mused while pulling a jacket on with great difficulty. Then, a wonderful idea comes to him and he moves back to his phone, dialing another number.
"The boss is hungry, get him food." He passes the order to the other.
"Awww, but I was about to visit the late Mr. De Luca," the other whines before coughing slightly.
"You sick fuck, get the boss food. I'm tired!" Squalo's voice rising again and before getting a response from the other, he hangs up. Tossing his jacket to the side and carefully moving back into bed to take his damn nap.
Lussuria huffs and his feathered collar rustles while he paces from one end of the room to the other. His room bright with colors, enough to make a blind man see again and well, it fit his style. He aged well, no aches and pains to worry about. God forbid any horrid overlapping wrinkles to make him look unattractive, like Levi... He just about squeals in delight and sashays over to his red stiletto telephone and dials inside the pump.
"Heeeeey~~ The boss is hungry and you get the honor of taking food up to his room~" He lays it on thick, hoping that the loyal male will jump to the occasion. Or well, do a wheel-y since he was now in a wheelchair. Still, Lussuria had plans and even if he would have just about enjoyed taking Xanxus a plate of food, there was a delicious deceased man down the hall that was practically moaning for him to visit.
"B-boss wants me to take him food?!" Leviathan asks in mild surprise. The boss rarely ever ordered for him to do anything, it was always that stupid Rapunzel shark. Why was Squalo still growing out his hair anyway? Levi would bet money on the fact that Squalo enjoyed looking like a girl, still his mind was wandering and he missed the last bit of what the flamboyant male had said.
"Wait, wait! What?!" His tone almost too desperate and that only makes Lussuria grin widely, knowing this was just too easy.
"Take food to the boss, quickly~ He's all alone and no one else wants to take him any. He's practically starving, the poor thing. Hurry, Levi~♪ The boss just might thank you~~~♥"
When Lussuria received no response, he figured Levi was either in shock or drooling too much to properly answer, so he placed the red pump back on it's hanger and waltzed over to the late Mr. De Luca's room.
In reality, Leviathan had rolled away somewhere in the middle of Lussuria's sentence. His boss was starving and no one else was going to take him food, hell this was his chance! He was finally going to get the praise he wanted after all these years of standing faithfully by Xanxus's side. Only, by the time that Leviathan rolled downstairs and was just yards away from the dining room where he would be able to get his beloved boss something to eat, Belphegor stops him with a cane shoved into his wheels.
"H-HEY! What was that for you brat?!" He exclaims and tries to get his wheels free.
"Shishishi~ You're in a hurry and I just wanted to know where you were going~" The very silver haired male explains. His bangs were still masking his eyes, only the hair was so thin now that it looked rather ridiculous, but Bel was a prince and he never looked a fool. His tiara tinted green and bent in certain places, sat atop his head still and no one bothered to tell him the crown was a complete fake.
"I'm getting the boss food. Let me go." Levi didn't like this, before he was stuck to this retched chair he wouldn't have minded the insane knife Storm to start something with him, but now things were different and Levi was wary of what Bel really had planned. If it was another wheelchair race with the man in 3B, Levi was going to lose it and pull a miracle to stand and beat the shit out of the bothersome brat.
"A~Ah, the sharkie already took him some food. The prince saw it, shishishi~" In actuality, the delusional prince had seen nothing and with age had become even more of a terror and a bit more demanding that everyone call him prince.
"You're lying, Bel. The boss asked for me specifically." He struggles against the cane wedged in his wheels, but the other male was not through yet. And Levi had made a horrible mistake by not calling him, Prince. He was the prince after all and lowly peasants should know how to address royalty. So, Bel begins to throw a tantrum, in which gathers the attention of a few nurses. That, by the way, are thankful to have taken away his knives and wires or their jobs would be infinitesimally more difficult.
Now that the woman has taken you on a tour of the gardens, activity center, and even the pool, they bring you back inside. Which happens to be when lunch is being served. Everything seems calm, just a few people in canes, more in walkers and wheelchairs, but several more are capable of walking on their own. They file into the dining room and each take a seat, the guide asks if you and your relative would like to stay for lunch. The two of you think it's a brilliant idea, because by this time you have been convinced that this is the place to leave your grandmother or grandfather. You're completely sold and there is nothing, nothing, that could make you change your mind...
That is, until he comes down and kicks the doors open. You stare with wide eyes at the large male, wonder why he has a dead ferret with feathers in his gray hair and figure his scars are from a horrible fire. Then you freeze, his red eyes locked on to yours in an irritated squint. (Xanxus needs glasses, but refuses to ever get them; according to him, his eyes sight is perfect.) You think you've done something wrong when he begins to speak:
"I. Am. Fucking hungry. Where the fuck is my food!"
You notice his hands are starting to glow and for a second think it's because of the lighting when all the identical nurses blow their whistles. You glance around and suddenly the room begins to fill in with four, very muscled, very tall, men dressed in white start in move in on the man with the glowing hands. You figure now is the best time to back away, take your elderly relative with you, jump in the car and never look back. Sadly, you're not given the chance as a group of old men walk in behind the man with the glowing hands. One of them reminds you of that one fairytale about the woman with extremely long hair trapped in a tower. Another begins to give you a headache due to all the colors and accessories he seems to be wearing. The other two don't seem as intimidating, but alas you spoke too soon as one of them begins to cry out that he was on his way to bring the ferret-tail-feather wearing man his food but was sidetracked by someone named Bel. You find out soon enough exactly who Bel is when that person begins to hit the man in the wheelchair with his cane while claiming that he was a prince.
"Mr. Xanxus, just take a seat. Your food will be brought to you immediately." Your guide calls out over the slowly rising noise.
"VOOOOO-" It's cut short by a sudden cough, which is wet and sickening and you feel nauseous when he hacks and spits out some phlegm.
Everyone begins to panic, but the anxiety is short-lived as another man... woman? Walking wearing a black cloak, resembling the grim reaper, and holds out a plate of prime steak to the old man making a fuss over being hungry.
"Muu." Is all they say and Xanxus glares at the plate before taking it and moving over to that one table that was set away from all the others. The room is filled with an awkward silence before the residents go back to their food and mingle amongst one another as if this was a daily thing.
"Still the fucking same boss. Even after all these years." He shakes his head and takes a seat at the same table, in which he followed by the whistling man wearing too many things at once and the cane and wheelchair men. The one that reminds you of the grim reaper sighs and goes to take his seat next to the self-proclaimed prince and sips a glass of what looks like strawberry milk. You've had enough, you're terrified by how crazy these people are and demand to be shown the way out. The woman that you had trusted so much continues to smile at you and agrees while leading the way out.
Except, once you reach the doorway that leads to your fancy car and your ticket to freedom from this nuthouse, you realize you are missing the one person you came with. So, of course, you're now running back to that dangerous dining room to find them chatting away with a few of the residents. You tell them it's time to leave and they tell you, they are staying.
"I like it here. This place gives great dinner theater!"
Author/Artist: Rosella
Rating: PG-13; Due to profanity and mild violence.
Warnings: I suppose it could always be much worse.
Prompt: VII: 75. The Varia -50 years later; "Welcome to the Varia retirement home."
Word count: Fairly long, I didn't count. >.>
Summary: Xanxus is hungry. Varia members pass the buck on who gets him food. And you're there to see if this is the best place to leave your grandmother/grandfather.
While walking up the three to four steps of this lovely immaculate white building, everything seems calm, serene; a perfect place to be and send your grandmother or grandfather to live. The pathway had beautiful flowers planted and the grass seemed to be of the finest kind; very pricey you think, but still you continue and once reaching the door, you notice a short woman. She's wearing a respectable buttoned up white dress, white leggings, white shoes, and even a small hat with the Varia logo in the center. Her hair frames her face respectively and she has a warm smile. You overlook the black mask and smile in return.
"Welcome to the Varia Retirement Home," she tells you and your relative with the kindest and most trusting of tones that you can't help but like her already and hope she's the one to take care of your relative. You apologize for being late, but she waves and continues to smile while telling you not to worry and then opens the door to the classy pristine building. You gasp in surprise at how beautiful the interior is, like some five star hotel, but better. You take your elderly relative by the hand and begin to follow the short lady with the kind smile and masked eyes as she points out the reception desk and how they lead to the back offices; where, if you decide to stay will be the place to go fill the paperwork. You give it a short glance and continue on, missing completely how the glass just happens to be a little too thick for comfort.
"This is where we serve breakfast, lunch, and dinner," she gestures to the right and you and your relative take a peek. The round tables are set with expensive linen, the table settings are simple, but you figure those cost a pretty penny... or two. The chairs all look comfortable too, and that's key your guide tells you and then walks off and of course, you follow. Another missed detail to the dining room would be how all the other tables were set a safe distance from one table in particular, but it looked rather harmless so it's alright for you to have overlooked it.
Along the corridor, the kind lady talks about the daily activities to keep all their residents in shape and give each of them a bit of fresh air. You, obviously, listen and ask what kind of activities are set during the day. But this also means that you and your relative are completely engrossed in the conversation that the slightly paranoid faces of those your group happens to pass are unseen; along with two old men arguing with another nurse, that just so happens to be identical looking to the one you're with now. All well, none of this is seen by you or the person you're with so it's alright not to point it out.
Meanwhile, somewhere on the other side of the building is a certain group responsible for the building you're in now.
Xanxus groans, his head rolling back before coming forward, red eyes glaring at the woman before him.
"I'm hungry," he tells her, an impatient tone can be heard and the nurse tenses slightly before placing hands atop thin hips.
"I already told you, lunch is not ready and you're going to wait like the others." Her voice firm, free of the terror starting to build up within. Xanxus continues to glare, though the look is that of an annoyed child far from the fear inducing look of his earlier years. He knocks over a small table and repeats for the fifth time that he is hungry. The nurse keeps from flinching and sighs instead as she bends down to pick up the overturned table; thankful that nothing was atop of it and that he didn't launch it at her this time.
"Mr. Xanxus, please have a little patience. Lunch will be set in fifteen minutes." Once the table is upright the nurse quickly walks out of the room, her shoes squeaking with each step and causing the left eye of the hungry Varia boss to twitch. She's gone from his room and he knocks the table over again, grumbling while picking up the phone and dialing.
"I'm hungry," he tells the other once they answer.
"So? Go eat, I'm trying to take a nap." They respond in annoyance.
"I'm. Hungry. Get me food now, scum." He repeats with growing irritation.
"Fucking stupid old fart! I'm trying to sleep!" The male repeats a little louder, almost wondering if his boss had finally lost his hearing, but getting angry nonetheless.
"If you don't get me something to eat now, trash, I'll make sure you sleep forever." Xanxus hangs up to the loud hacking 'voi' that followed and leans back in his very comfortable throne chair.
Squalo mutters under his breath, annoyed, pissed to the fucking depths of hell that his shitty boss was still ordering him around after all these years. They were here because they had all retired and gave their positions to other worthless little brats and Xanxus was still fucking giving orders. Bastard. Still, he did get up and groaned in pain at the creaks and cracks of knees, lower back, and ankle pains. He was too old for this, he mused while pulling a jacket on with great difficulty. Then, a wonderful idea comes to him and he moves back to his phone, dialing another number.
"The boss is hungry, get him food." He passes the order to the other.
"Awww, but I was about to visit the late Mr. De Luca," the other whines before coughing slightly.
"You sick fuck, get the boss food. I'm tired!" Squalo's voice rising again and before getting a response from the other, he hangs up. Tossing his jacket to the side and carefully moving back into bed to take his damn nap.
Lussuria huffs and his feathered collar rustles while he paces from one end of the room to the other. His room bright with colors, enough to make a blind man see again and well, it fit his style. He aged well, no aches and pains to worry about. God forbid any horrid overlapping wrinkles to make him look unattractive, like Levi... He just about squeals in delight and sashays over to his red stiletto telephone and dials inside the pump.
"Heeeeey~~ The boss is hungry and you get the honor of taking food up to his room~" He lays it on thick, hoping that the loyal male will jump to the occasion. Or well, do a wheel-y since he was now in a wheelchair. Still, Lussuria had plans and even if he would have just about enjoyed taking Xanxus a plate of food, there was a delicious deceased man down the hall that was practically moaning for him to visit.
"B-boss wants me to take him food?!" Leviathan asks in mild surprise. The boss rarely ever ordered for him to do anything, it was always that stupid Rapunzel shark. Why was Squalo still growing out his hair anyway? Levi would bet money on the fact that Squalo enjoyed looking like a girl, still his mind was wandering and he missed the last bit of what the flamboyant male had said.
"Wait, wait! What?!" His tone almost too desperate and that only makes Lussuria grin widely, knowing this was just too easy.
"Take food to the boss, quickly~ He's all alone and no one else wants to take him any. He's practically starving, the poor thing. Hurry, Levi~♪ The boss just might thank you~~~♥"
When Lussuria received no response, he figured Levi was either in shock or drooling too much to properly answer, so he placed the red pump back on it's hanger and waltzed over to the late Mr. De Luca's room.
In reality, Leviathan had rolled away somewhere in the middle of Lussuria's sentence. His boss was starving and no one else was going to take him food, hell this was his chance! He was finally going to get the praise he wanted after all these years of standing faithfully by Xanxus's side. Only, by the time that Leviathan rolled downstairs and was just yards away from the dining room where he would be able to get his beloved boss something to eat, Belphegor stops him with a cane shoved into his wheels.
"H-HEY! What was that for you brat?!" He exclaims and tries to get his wheels free.
"Shishishi~ You're in a hurry and I just wanted to know where you were going~" The very silver haired male explains. His bangs were still masking his eyes, only the hair was so thin now that it looked rather ridiculous, but Bel was a prince and he never looked a fool. His tiara tinted green and bent in certain places, sat atop his head still and no one bothered to tell him the crown was a complete fake.
"I'm getting the boss food. Let me go." Levi didn't like this, before he was stuck to this retched chair he wouldn't have minded the insane knife Storm to start something with him, but now things were different and Levi was wary of what Bel really had planned. If it was another wheelchair race with the man in 3B, Levi was going to lose it and pull a miracle to stand and beat the shit out of the bothersome brat.
"A~Ah, the sharkie already took him some food. The prince saw it, shishishi~" In actuality, the delusional prince had seen nothing and with age had become even more of a terror and a bit more demanding that everyone call him prince.
"You're lying, Bel. The boss asked for me specifically." He struggles against the cane wedged in his wheels, but the other male was not through yet. And Levi had made a horrible mistake by not calling him, Prince. He was the prince after all and lowly peasants should know how to address royalty. So, Bel begins to throw a tantrum, in which gathers the attention of a few nurses. That, by the way, are thankful to have taken away his knives and wires or their jobs would be infinitesimally more difficult.
Now that the woman has taken you on a tour of the gardens, activity center, and even the pool, they bring you back inside. Which happens to be when lunch is being served. Everything seems calm, just a few people in canes, more in walkers and wheelchairs, but several more are capable of walking on their own. They file into the dining room and each take a seat, the guide asks if you and your relative would like to stay for lunch. The two of you think it's a brilliant idea, because by this time you have been convinced that this is the place to leave your grandmother or grandfather. You're completely sold and there is nothing, nothing, that could make you change your mind...
That is, until he comes down and kicks the doors open. You stare with wide eyes at the large male, wonder why he has a dead ferret with feathers in his gray hair and figure his scars are from a horrible fire. Then you freeze, his red eyes locked on to yours in an irritated squint. (Xanxus needs glasses, but refuses to ever get them; according to him, his eyes sight is perfect.) You think you've done something wrong when he begins to speak:
"I. Am. Fucking hungry. Where the fuck is my food!"
You notice his hands are starting to glow and for a second think it's because of the lighting when all the identical nurses blow their whistles. You glance around and suddenly the room begins to fill in with four, very muscled, very tall, men dressed in white start in move in on the man with the glowing hands. You figure now is the best time to back away, take your elderly relative with you, jump in the car and never look back. Sadly, you're not given the chance as a group of old men walk in behind the man with the glowing hands. One of them reminds you of that one fairytale about the woman with extremely long hair trapped in a tower. Another begins to give you a headache due to all the colors and accessories he seems to be wearing. The other two don't seem as intimidating, but alas you spoke too soon as one of them begins to cry out that he was on his way to bring the ferret-tail-feather wearing man his food but was sidetracked by someone named Bel. You find out soon enough exactly who Bel is when that person begins to hit the man in the wheelchair with his cane while claiming that he was a prince.
"Mr. Xanxus, just take a seat. Your food will be brought to you immediately." Your guide calls out over the slowly rising noise.
"VOOOOO-" It's cut short by a sudden cough, which is wet and sickening and you feel nauseous when he hacks and spits out some phlegm.
Everyone begins to panic, but the anxiety is short-lived as another man... woman? Walking wearing a black cloak, resembling the grim reaper, and holds out a plate of prime steak to the old man making a fuss over being hungry.
"Muu." Is all they say and Xanxus glares at the plate before taking it and moving over to that one table that was set away from all the others. The room is filled with an awkward silence before the residents go back to their food and mingle amongst one another as if this was a daily thing.
"Still the fucking same boss. Even after all these years." He shakes his head and takes a seat at the same table, in which he followed by the whistling man wearing too many things at once and the cane and wheelchair men. The one that reminds you of the grim reaper sighs and goes to take his seat next to the self-proclaimed prince and sips a glass of what looks like strawberry milk. You've had enough, you're terrified by how crazy these people are and demand to be shown the way out. The woman that you had trusted so much continues to smile at you and agrees while leading the way out.
Except, once you reach the doorway that leads to your fancy car and your ticket to freedom from this nuthouse, you realize you are missing the one person you came with. So, of course, you're now running back to that dangerous dining room to find them chatting away with a few of the residents. You tell them it's time to leave and they tell you, they are staying.
"I like it here. This place gives great dinner theater!"