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Title: Vongolaspittle (REUPLOAD)
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Author: citromyuki
Chapter: 1. - Zero point, shivers and Vongola sandwich
Genre: AU, yaoi, angst, humor, light character ooc
Pairing: seme Sawada Tsunayoshi x uke Xanxus (27x)
Rating: R18
Warning: bad language and only with strong nerves, boys love.
Translation: Relaine Maibhan
Lektor: shikaichi
original language: Hungary
Xanxus POW
Summary: Xanxus comatosely in Tsuna's arms? And after in his bed? Why is he there? And for the top, Lambo also gets under his skin?
And how gears it towards to the future?
Temporal position: somewhere after the ring fights and the travelling to the future. It can modify the original work, but I thought this time is the best. Every characters are the respectible Akira Amano's owns. This work only plays with them.
source FFnet
How much can be a person disabled? Lose self-respect because of a raving mad? It is incredibly miserable.
I move to him like a pursued beast, smelling by burned reek, stinky like I crawled from a drain. I catch his throat and let the flame to burn the dizziness. Anger gives me as strong concentration as I can see into those fucking thoughts.
He burned like the world behind the Hell's Gate and I wouldn't live if I didn't burn down the castle. He appeared.
From nowhere.
With those fucking eyes. But I didn't saw myself in them.
I kill him!
I pinch his throat into my hands and I don't give chance to return.
Neither how much he gave me…
But he…
I see clearly that he wants to say „What's the problem?".
You are an incredibly giant moron!
I let you…
…
It hurts. I feel that rarely and then it hits like whisky with medicine. Parches. My eyes wants to detonate by the pressure.
I open my eyes so hard. Spiral lights dazzle me. I want to scream for somebody to pull the curtain but I don't feel myself credible enough.
The gopher smell in this tire mixes with teenager sweat.
Blood. Wastage. Disgusting.
My squad.
I'll discipline them. They will dirtier than me.
If they alive. For the appearance. I'll kill all of them.
Children's room. Children's voice. I remember. Did he thrash me to that Sawada kid do something? I don't remember after all. Who cares? I raise my arms and then back. This hardness is getting harder with awake ness. I listen with my dull senses but the only thing I hear that annoying cracking of the floor. Somebody is there.
„I am getting blind. Don't you notice that?"
„I am scared to go there…" I know that feeling. Too much. I feel incredible power to hit there. I pinch something; pull somewhere and the light darkness kisses my front. So, that was the curtain. Now I know where's that window which I throw him out.
Who?
His figure appears slowly when I turn there. Vongola aura punches my face. Cripple thorny haired kid. I hare to my pistol. I kill him! But the suddenly bounce associate with something terrible. I fell into my pathetic condition before he could respond. He will die as pathetic as he deserve.
Immediately! „Calm down, please!" But I just screw into the bedding more.
It's like I would break through a steel wall with my ribs.
I feel him flapping and when he comes closer I punch him by bounce. Failed. „It could be much better if you went home. It is also very sticky to me that you want to kill me in my own room but I will try to find resolution."
„You talk too much."
„But if you were family member…"
„I kill you!"
When this fucking pain expires.
„I've just came home from an awesome date. And I might to have a pee so I ran into an alley. Then I pulled down my zip and you fell to me from the air. Like a UFO or something. I stood there, my trousers fell down and I forgot that I wanted to have a pee. I didn't know what to do. I brought you home. Reborn said that „your headquarters had burned down, your squad had lost. Everybody is looking for you." Don't move!"
I reach him. Pinch his hair. He escapes. I move to him. Ah! My body's too heavy! He falls over. It is a favor to kill this wretched.
„You don't stop me!" I step into his stomach. His bowels are so pasty. He hangs on my neck with his disgusting hands.
Flames. They are so hot. This feeling is so familiar.
„It can't be that this nobody was above me. I'll grind YOU to never meet him! Snotty Vongola!"
„Wait! With who? Why I am in everything?"
Red. Hot. Mixing. My hands are sparkling, burning and bleeding. He screams and cries. Then fades. Flows as fast as I can't notice. He escapes and catches the handle. I take a ball or a plush or rubbish and I throw it like a fireball. It cuts the space with me. It's like someone blamed me. My reflexes fall quickly. I feel that I hit my head to the wall.
„He burnt Lambo! Lambo cries!" Somebody should make them shut up.
My left foot moves reflex-likely. Bush-head appears in my field of sight. It's like a so bad comedy. „You should relax." he moves for me but stops his hand.
„In such a big noise? How?" I ask, if I could not guess better than I lay to him and sleep him to death. Exactly where? Next to the door leaning on the wall.
I move.
Still not.
This crazy screaming kid runs across the space like a fireball. He forgot switching off himself. Vongola opens the window and throw him out.
He crushed the bed which I laid on. Looking at my malformed face at my eye color apparent in the darkness or because I want to burn this fucking house he gives me new and clean slip.
What clever. Hamsters are also trainable?
I stand up. Stunt. Grunt. He is in a sweat. I smell it. I lean on the wall.
„You are bleeding."
„Don't try to drift my attention with such unnecessary things."
„Okay. All right. What do you want?"
„Barbecue."
„Other? What about a bath and a supper?"
Jerk. Although it was strong pain but I am annoyed by this kid. Hi is as near to the mafia as I am to the AQ.
I push myself from the wall. His facial expression is getting retarded.
„Do you think I am homeless?" rattle through his shoulder. Answer needs deep thinking. I can breathe 32 times deeply. So deeply.
„Please. I must get rid your space of Lambo."
So this would be that annoying noise. I thought that my brain fumes.
„Don't be scared. I kill him."
„To tell the truth, that's what I am scared of." he whispers. I push him. „ Are you okay?"
I didn't notice that I am bleeding. He switches to enormous speed and runs next to me. That noise is still. Therefore I kick the wardrobe and blood splashes from the breaking door. He rattles. Still alive.
I get moving barefoot to that cripple.
That was like hot water or condensation which shedding. Pulsating wounds. That fucking tiredness. I always fell asleep. Like he had ground all the Vongola rings, drunk them and then flop me out from the ether with that deathly mixture. In three seconds.
That was it.
So annoying. Like these open wounds and wet bondages. I pluck them and throw. He touched me with that disgusting care. I sink into the bath to my nose and kick a sponge with cows with microphone hair. You wanted free way for your own! For your own, you son of a bitch!
That's it, Vongola.
It touches my leg suspiciously.
I rummage in the bath and catch its throat. I take out the toy which starts to scream then bites my arm and hangs on that. It hangs like an unable animal on my skin and fling.
„You are dirty!" I say and press him into the water with one hand. Hihi. It's fun.
This small cripple saw me naked so maybe I will burn this house." Relax you stupid cow or I will stick the rose into your ass!"
„Lambo said you are a tree! A stupid-face tree!" He bubbles. I hang him. „ Stupid head! Naked stupid head!" and then he takes a gun out of his hair. I have no time to react, only for a stupid face and the 10 year older Lambo falls between my legs. So he has that fucking bazooka.
The 10 years older Lambo is in cripple shirt and party hat with tinsels in his neck and backcombed hair and wet like me. I punch his face. I will make a hamburger of him. He smiles like I was a fool. I punch him into the exit.
„I kill you…!"
„I can't see! I got blind!"
I kick his stomach and he falls into the door. „I have to calm down."
„I'll find you hence 10 years and get out your tongue!"
„They said him not to use!" he also flaps hardly „Let me help you! I give you my clothes! Bring a towel! Wow, your skin is so tight. How do you do it?"
„What did you say?" If I didn't felt blackout… Pain. I forgot about it in this chaos. I cover myself with a towel and sit to the edge of the bath. „Four minutes."
As though he took me into dry ice and burnt me. I feel the icy fire. I use every fucking flame not to stop my heart.
Sometimes I don't feel it. He shocked stroke into my body in every half hour. I hitch my shoulder. My bones like a coat-hanger. Adult Lambo has three minutes. In two he gets off the bandage and take another one to my trunk before I fall down in a faint because losing blood. There are dark circles under my eyes and the flames of anger gobble my stomach. He grabs a cotton wool with a claw and pour acetone to it and then he push it into my shoulder. I want to rattle more. I couldn't imagine that he can help me without making me toilet paper-man. He comments the process with a unique shaky voice like my stimulus threshold wouldn't be turned out.
„It should be stitched." he points to my shoulder. Skin rags hang out of it.
„You can try."
He chooses an alternative resolution. Five minutes expire; the annoying kid comes back, pisses and falls down in a faint on the floor. I wait for the lights coming back and I don't feel dizzy. There aren't teetering black splashes in my eyes. I don't feel that I will fall down after two steps. It's not good. I have to find my technicians. I approach the wall which seems stable and I push the door with my foot. There are two statues looking in my face. Scary.
Vongola blinks. His family member imitates the art titled Scream. I kick to let them relax.
„Lambo kid pissed in like a dog."
„Relax." he moves and his cracks creep apart. This fucking care again. My eyebrows rise. „I think you don't want to be in a towel. I took your clothes into the washing machine so they can be lost. I thought to get some things to you. You know what? Don't react. I could get a heart attack."
I feel that delirious smile on my face. I get crazy.
„Thanks. I hope they are branded."
His skin went dark.
„I don't want you two to meet. „
„Hihi. You can't think that I will stay in this room like a bloom." I go out. The corridor clings when I shut the door.
His eyes are red, like a soaked. Orange desperate-flames. Sparkling bugs. He says something but I can't understand because of the buzz what I feel like my veins wanted to detonate.
They want to gobble the air from my body with their opened mouth.
I enjoyed. Fucking good. Everything gets free and I thought I'll die of that. It was so great. Enormous, crazy and foolish power which lost its control and only existed. I wanted to catch him but he caught me.. I couldn't notice. I had no time. I am so desperate like I never was. I had never feel so big craving to step into his face. To pitch his fucking eyes out of his head to the heat detonate them like a fried egg.
But maybe I will only burn. Time is running but I can't feel it. Continuous monotonous pain and unconsciousness. He resembled me. His eyes…
But. I feel myself awaken. I see him like he escaped from the Passio. You'll kill me if I wouldn't soak before. Alcohol is so hot-tempered.
„I hate you!"
„Me too."
„You took the girl from me. She was the only light in this disgusting world. Desperate. They were shining because of her for real."
„Hey! Are you here?" „I kill you." „ I have to go to school. Please! I stand anything but don't hurt my mum."
„I know that you are scared of it…hey?"
He punches my chest. I escape from his arms with furious adrenaline in this blur of the dream to hell detonated my blood and he disappeared in pieces of his voice. The ice-rose breaks in my stomach. It cuts everything and I burn from within. My abdominal wall rips. That flames from me chills into high towers. The only way is burning like a bonfire but get mad because of the pain. I don't feel it. I can't stop it. It breaks out from my shoulder. It compressed it like a big plate and crawled to my throat and my face. I saw myself to become a sculpture by a breathe as well. And then the booze in my blood gets into a flap. Air bursts. There are red lights everywhere.
He screams. Distant. Cruel.
And then.
I get out.
And then.
I can't remember.