[Fic] Rockstar~!
Title: Rockstar
Author: Me
Rating: PG? - something like that
Pairing: Xanxus/Squalo
Warnings: shameless AU, un-beta'd
Author's notes: This piece of fic came into being as a result of my 'conversation' with
tsunami_pl. We've been wondering what kind of jobs could Varia members be good at. XD
Summary: Let's imagine that there's no Varia. What would poor Squalo be then?
Famous rockstar, obviously. ;)
Squalo Superbi was a rockstar. He was loved by one and all. His looks - especially pretty face and long almost silver hair - gained him a lot of fans - mostly female. His voice maybe didn't belong to the most beautiful ones in the business, but it was strong and clear and Squalo could use it very well - screams, moans, low seductive tembres. His scenic image (lots of black skin and feathers) also made young girls - and not only young girls - mature women and some men too - fall for him.
He became famous very quickly - at first he appeared in televison as a vocalist of some support band. The band itself was nothing special. If one was harsh - and the business required people like that - they would say that it was simply crappy. But Squalo wasn't. Some people from an influential recording company noticed him (it was rather hard not to notice him, really) and - since he obviously had potential - decided to promote him. Without his band. Superbi agreed as he had never cared much about those idiots in the first place - they were only hindering him and he was just using them to find a chance. Once he found it he had no reason to bear their presence anymore.
And so silverhead entered the music business and did it with a bang. His first single turned up to be a tremendous hit. The album that followed it was received with even more heated welcome by both critics and fans.
As his fame was growing bigger and bigger, demand for everyting concerning him was growing as well. Fans wanted to know. Wanted to know everything. And so they got to know - his birthday (fake of course - his real one was considered too casual), birthplace (fake as well - that time Italians weren't popular in Japan), real name (totally made up by people from PR), what he liked to do and what not, his favourite colour, food, day, flower, place and even mark of shampoo he reportedly used (it especially gave him and the company a big profit). And he was loved for all of this, too. Not long after his debut he was practically forced to hire personal bodyguards.
The open secret of his popularity was something completely different, though. It was hidden in his songs and the way he sang them - that he was so real and convincing when he did so. Most of them talked - yelled or whispered secretly - about love. Twisted, unhealthy, destructive and oh, so alluring love. When one listened to them, they believed every one word they heard. His voice - no matter if it was loud and demanding or quiter and grumbling - literally hypnotized.
Girls (and some boys too) fainted during the concerts from almost akin to aurosal excitement and afterwards searched on internet if their idol was unhappily in love, with whom and when, their boyfriends (if they had one) grumbled and repeated endlessly that he was damn good liar, critics praised his impressive play. None of them knew the truth.
In fact, they knew nothing, less than nothing. Squalo was gay. He had 'leaned that way' since he could only remember. He kept it secret and if someone learnt about that inconvienient fact, they was silenced rather quickly. Career was fragile.
It was the first thing.
The second one… Basically, well, let's say that Superbi knew exactly what he was singing about - knew from his own, very vivid, experience. He stayed in unhealthy relationship with one of his bodyguards - tall, handsome and violent Xanxus (and then with his only bodyguard - his lover was a possesssive man). He was also conceited, rude, easily enraged (sometimes the Italian wondered how the fuck he managed to persuade anyone about his abilities to protect someone).
By no means treated he Squalo well - he called him trash, insulted and sometimes even threw at him heavy glasses, bottles and different items (thankfully silverhead had quite good reflex, so he avoided more serious body damages). But Xanxus was also really strong man - both physically and mentally. He was charismatic and had fury.
Putting it simply he had every features that Superbi had ever come to respect. They were similar, but his lover was more… extreme. And the Italian happened to like extreme sports and activities. Sure, it generally meant that he was put in dangerous situations, that he risked gaining some new scars or experiencing some pain.
'Risk' was the keyword. Peaceful life, life devoid of risk was as satisfying as not living at all. And just as interesting.
So Squalo didn't mind Xanxus and his ways. After all, it was him who made choices about himself. It was him who decided - he could easily fire blackhaired man instead of the rest bodyguards, he could even sue him - for example, for molesting or beating. He was famous, he had goddamn money, so he would probably win. The only reason why he didn't do it was that he didn't want to.
Still… whenever he sat to write lyrics for his new song, he couldn't help but write texts about blood, betrayal, violence, darkness and all these generally unpleasant things that he incessantly experienced from his lover's hands. Then again, it was just one of the consequences of lifestyle he led - lifestyle he himself determined.
His loud screams full of anguish on the stage were nothing else, either.
Besides, Xanxus seemed to like listening to those songs (as he used to say - he didn't want to fucking vomit when he heard that pathetic moans of his).
Squalo was fine with that.
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Author: Me
Rating: PG? - something like that
Pairing: Xanxus/Squalo
Warnings: shameless AU, un-beta'd
Author's notes: This piece of fic came into being as a result of my 'conversation' with
tsunami_pl. We've been wondering what kind of jobs could Varia members be good at. XD
Summary: Let's imagine that there's no Varia. What would poor Squalo be then?
Famous rockstar, obviously. ;)
Squalo Superbi was a rockstar. He was loved by one and all. His looks - especially pretty face and long almost silver hair - gained him a lot of fans - mostly female. His voice maybe didn't belong to the most beautiful ones in the business, but it was strong and clear and Squalo could use it very well - screams, moans, low seductive tembres. His scenic image (lots of black skin and feathers) also made young girls - and not only young girls - mature women and some men too - fall for him.
He became famous very quickly - at first he appeared in televison as a vocalist of some support band. The band itself was nothing special. If one was harsh - and the business required people like that - they would say that it was simply crappy. But Squalo wasn't. Some people from an influential recording company noticed him (it was rather hard not to notice him, really) and - since he obviously had potential - decided to promote him. Without his band. Superbi agreed as he had never cared much about those idiots in the first place - they were only hindering him and he was just using them to find a chance. Once he found it he had no reason to bear their presence anymore.
And so silverhead entered the music business and did it with a bang. His first single turned up to be a tremendous hit. The album that followed it was received with even more heated welcome by both critics and fans.
As his fame was growing bigger and bigger, demand for everyting concerning him was growing as well. Fans wanted to know. Wanted to know everything. And so they got to know - his birthday (fake of course - his real one was considered too casual), birthplace (fake as well - that time Italians weren't popular in Japan), real name (totally made up by people from PR), what he liked to do and what not, his favourite colour, food, day, flower, place and even mark of shampoo he reportedly used (it especially gave him and the company a big profit). And he was loved for all of this, too. Not long after his debut he was practically forced to hire personal bodyguards.
The open secret of his popularity was something completely different, though. It was hidden in his songs and the way he sang them - that he was so real and convincing when he did so. Most of them talked - yelled or whispered secretly - about love. Twisted, unhealthy, destructive and oh, so alluring love. When one listened to them, they believed every one word they heard. His voice - no matter if it was loud and demanding or quiter and grumbling - literally hypnotized.
Girls (and some boys too) fainted during the concerts from almost akin to aurosal excitement and afterwards searched on internet if their idol was unhappily in love, with whom and when, their boyfriends (if they had one) grumbled and repeated endlessly that he was damn good liar, critics praised his impressive play. None of them knew the truth.
In fact, they knew nothing, less than nothing. Squalo was gay. He had 'leaned that way' since he could only remember. He kept it secret and if someone learnt about that inconvienient fact, they was silenced rather quickly. Career was fragile.
It was the first thing.
The second one… Basically, well, let's say that Superbi knew exactly what he was singing about - knew from his own, very vivid, experience. He stayed in unhealthy relationship with one of his bodyguards - tall, handsome and violent Xanxus (and then with his only bodyguard - his lover was a possesssive man). He was also conceited, rude, easily enraged (sometimes the Italian wondered how the fuck he managed to persuade anyone about his abilities to protect someone).
By no means treated he Squalo well - he called him trash, insulted and sometimes even threw at him heavy glasses, bottles and different items (thankfully silverhead had quite good reflex, so he avoided more serious body damages). But Xanxus was also really strong man - both physically and mentally. He was charismatic and had fury.
Putting it simply he had every features that Superbi had ever come to respect. They were similar, but his lover was more… extreme. And the Italian happened to like extreme sports and activities. Sure, it generally meant that he was put in dangerous situations, that he risked gaining some new scars or experiencing some pain.
'Risk' was the keyword. Peaceful life, life devoid of risk was as satisfying as not living at all. And just as interesting.
So Squalo didn't mind Xanxus and his ways. After all, it was him who made choices about himself. It was him who decided - he could easily fire blackhaired man instead of the rest bodyguards, he could even sue him - for example, for molesting or beating. He was famous, he had goddamn money, so he would probably win. The only reason why he didn't do it was that he didn't want to.
Still… whenever he sat to write lyrics for his new song, he couldn't help but write texts about blood, betrayal, violence, darkness and all these generally unpleasant things that he incessantly experienced from his lover's hands. Then again, it was just one of the consequences of lifestyle he led - lifestyle he himself determined.
His loud screams full of anguish on the stage were nothing else, either.
Besides, Xanxus seemed to like listening to those songs (as he used to say - he didn't want to fucking vomit when he heard that pathetic moans of his).
Squalo was fine with that.
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