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The Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Kink Meme 3!
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You can find the list of unfilled prompts from the second kink meme here: Part 1/ Part 2. A list of filled requests from that meme is here if you want ( Read more... )
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Xanxus hasn't seen Squalo in three days.
This little thing the shark was supposed to symbolize (not him) called Pride kept him from the Varia grounds, kept him from watching the bloody battle and dance between his swordsman and Tyr, kept him from coming to terms with emotions he wasn't supposed to have.
He should want Squalo to win, to gain that powerful companion loyal to him and him only, to have the Varia at the palm of his hand.
He should want Squalo to lose, to prove the shark wrong that he was going to fail at being his second, just because the swordsman claimed he could.
Never one to actually think anything through, Xanxus could only mope at home as his wrath grew more and more by each passing hour. By noon of the second day, the servants were already not-coming out after they delivered his meals. Everyone knew something had to be done to rid the "prince" of his fury, before a good portion of the Vongola family were killed at his whim.
It was with this conviction in mind that Timoteo ordered for Squalo to be sent to Xanxus's room the moment the swordsman came to HQ, deliberately looking away from the bloody mess that was the silver-haired shark and the blood-crazed look he had in his eyes.
Xanxus was reading when Squalo kicked the double doors open, and stepped through the threshold. Red eyes calmly left the French words to watch the doorknobs bounce off the walls, the planks of wood swing over the hinges, as the doors slammed shut again. Slowly, he stood, leaving the book facedown on the table, and turned to face the swordsman fully. It was only then he allowed himself to take a good look at Squalo, and didn't know whether to throttle him or laugh at him when he did. The man who's supposed to be the embodiment of pride stood shakily, limbs trembling as he struggled to remain standing. Blood-soaked clothes hung off his slight frame in shreds, with impossibly clean cuts marring the shirt, and the flawless skin underneath. The headful of silver hair he sported was now a dark vermilion, looking like someone had poured a bucket of paint onto him. Or blood.
They certainly would've gotten what they deserved, Xanxus thought proudly as he stepped up, letting Squalo, whose knees finally decided to give out after three days of overuse, fall to the ground right in front of him. With a scoff, he dropped down onto his haunches beside the shark's head. He was still breathing, dammit, chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
"Trash, get up," Xanxus ordered. He watched on, amused, as Squalo struggled valiantly, but fruitlessly, to get his arms to support his weight.
"Voooiiii..." His voice was so soft compared to how he normally sounded. Xanxus didn't know if he should be entertained or disgusted. "I... I can't..."
"Hmph!" Xanxus stood, and delivered a merciless kick to his second's side. Squalo groaned and let the power of the blow turn him to his side. "Pitiful trash. And you say you're fitting to work under me?"
That's when Xanxus noticed the soaked-through bandages covering the stump. The stump of the hand Squalo had severed himself just days before the fight. The stump that must've hurt like a bitch.
The stump is where Xanxus grabbed when he hauled the shark up. Squalo must've been tired, since he didn't even bother trying to hide the pained expression. Standing, the raven-haired teen laughed. He laughed down at Squalo, at his four-inch deficit, at his weakness, at his bloodiness. He laughed to choose the path he'd have to live with forever - fear instead of compassion.
Xanxus was surprisingly okay with it, considering perhaps this decision was the one that marked the outcome of his battle with Sawada Tsunayoshi ten years later.
At that moment, Xanxus didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted to cause the shark a lot of pain - an impulse he justified to himself later, as he brooded over a glass of vodka, as his wanting to punish Squalo for coming back alive. All he knew was that he wanted Squalo to scream his name and to beg for the mercy only Xanxus could give.
He wanted Squalo. Period.
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JUST... SO PERFECT.
AHHHHHHH. <3
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