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Xanxus threw the glass he had been drinking from with a vicious snarl. He had been fine when he woke up, and then the memories hit him. He couldn't believe it at first, he had been happy at such thoughts. Then he realized something else... It had been fake. It had all been so fucking FAKE. Logically, Xanxus should not be shocked at the cruelty of
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Up until now he'd waited it out, but he knew already this kind of rage didn't just subside without anything to take it out on. And no matter what Kasumi said, he wouldn't let her walk in on him in that state. The worldhop was on it's way, but someone had to do damage control, first.
...Sometimes he hated that this someone always ended up being him.
The door to that particular parlor room had been permanently opened (read: shattered) by it's current only inhabitand. Squalo had followed the noise, and the eerie silence that came after, he was sure he could almost feel that fury there, looking for it's next target. He braced himself and ( ... )
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Then he saw a silver flash in the light 'Superbia.' Unbidden, false images of the man with short trimmed hair flashed into his mind. A man who had held up his vow. And then he saw the reality. Broken. He saw the long streaming hair, the cold metal strapped to a fake hand, he saw something horrible. He saw the full reminder of how worthless everything had been. He saw not the man who had been around and served him for over a decade, but God's ultimate insult.
The calm snapped inside him, unleashing the full potent power of his stirring aggression. He snarled at the man and lunged forward with the full intent to sully that damned man, that hated reminder.
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Squalo felt the familiar surge of adrenaline. It was almost a relief that the fight had started, even if it was dangerous, he preferred it to that quiet tension that most people would tread on eggshells around. He could deal with life or death situations.
His blade was raised in defense as he sidestepped to evade that charge, already retreating further than he rightly needed to across the shards of broken glass that littered the floor.
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He didn't hesitate when attacking a second time, using his speed and length to his advantage to grab onto that sword and hold on as he closed in with a side-snap kick.
The pure burning in his blood seemed to engulf him as he moved, and his vision was sharp and clear as he knew what he wanted. He wanted to make Squalo suffer, suffer just like he suffered from looking at him.
"Disgusting. Fucking disgusting." He hissed lowly.
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But that didn't mean he'd go down easily. The problematic part about holding on to his sword was that it did not have a blunt edge- if Xanxus insisted on keeping his vice grip on it as Squalo pulled it away, it would take it's bloody toll. Xanxus wasn't the only one angry here.
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Already retracting his leg and tilting his balance forward to make another grab at the other man, this time going for the clothes. If he got a grip on them he would flip the other over the shoulder, and into the ground with a painful crunch.
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Either way, staying down in front of someone who might as well be out to kill you was a bad idea. Squalo rolled over the side, getting up on hands and knees before attempting to stand up and either block the next attack or put a bit more distance between them- though he expected another blow before he'd even manage, even as quick as his recovery time and movements were.
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And yet he wanted more from this. He felt it was too easy, too boring. He wanted real suffering, even though they had barely started fighting. The hand in long silver locks tightened and jerked Squalo's head backwards sharply before smashing it back down into the shard covered floor.
He let go to neutralize the biggest threat. That damn sword. He had enough time being around the other man to know how the thing was attatched, and even in his fogged mind it was simple to unlatch and unhook it before tossing it far into a corner.
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He refused to go down alone though, and grabbed the leather of Squalo's uniform to pull the man on top of him before pushing him off with strong arms. His hands scrabbled to gather the biggest piece of glass he could to use as he got to his knees, and then his feet.
He wouldn't risk taking any more time with this. He had to win, had to destroy. The jagged piece of glass in his hand brought forth more bright blood as his hand convulsed and tightened around it, his teeth grinding with frustration and effort.
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He wasn't quite panting yet, things had been quick and painful but not particularly exhausting. For the moment he would not attack. Just wait for it, and react if necessary. Fuck, how he hated this situation. There was nothing he could do to make it even the slightest bit better, and he hated it.
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He did not want her to be here, not to see him in this state and not to get in his way just like the rest of the world. He could do two things now, go after her or finish what he started with Squalo. There was no peaceful solution.
"Leave." He snarled the command towards her, wanting her to go away until he was done. Then he would deal with her, but not now.
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He still clutched at the shard of glass, bleeding freely onto the floor. The thought of what injury was being done to his hand turned her stomach to knots. Both of them needed looking after; if only he would allow it.
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Shifting his footing slightly but audibly, he attempted to draw the other man's attention back to himself- no matter how oblivious this woman apparently was, it was below both of them to let her be caught in the crossfire. He'd invited her in, asked her to come even. Squalo had no intention of letting his boss hurt family he'd bothered to adopt after all these years. Himself, he could certainly take another blow or a dozen, but Kasumi...? Unlikely. His eyes narrowed, gazing at Xanxus. We're not done here.
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