Well this is it, now. Everybody get down... [Open]

[requiem_no_ame]

Characters: Squalo and Bel, and anyone who wants to be a victim
Location: The Carnival
Rating: PG-13, probably going up for language. Or homicide attempts
Time: Last day of the carnival.
Description: Come along and meet the fruits of eighteen years of Squalo's nurturing talents.

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[kirikizamuyo]

For once Belphegor was actually looking forward to something that didn't involve the prospect of spilling someone's blood. Even at the age of twenty-six he was so easily amused by something as simple as a carnival. Some things really never did change. And the fact that he got to go to one with Squalo on his first day in this place made it even better. He didn't care if it was the younger version. Why would he? Squalo was always just Squalo in the Prince's eyes.

Getting out of the boat he looked around the carnival, his mind going so many places at once. It was one of the few times when he just couldn't make up his mind. So instead he went the the obvious option. He turned and tugged on Squalo's arm. "Squalo~ I can't pick what I want to do first. What do you think~? I want a plushie. And I wanna go on rides. And I want snacks~"

Yes. Some things never changed even over time.

[requiem_no_ame]

Squalo looked sideways and shuddered a bit as he almost saw a little blond hair that didn't really reach his waist. The flashbacks of that particular incident came seconds later, screams of terror and what might or might not have been an all consuming fire in the background.

Squalo shuddered again.

"VOOOII, you want to avoid the Love Tunnel. Unless you fancy being shoved into a tiny boat for no damn reason." He snorted and started talking, hands in his pockets and a surprisingly lazy gaunt in it. It'd been a while since he'd slouched in public, at all. "But I guess we can get something to eat and look around while we're at it."

[kirikizamuyo]

Really, it had been so long. He'd been to Mafia Land a few times in the past but as for public carnivals... Well, how was he supposed to know he wasn't supposed to copy what some of the performers were doing? It wasn't his fault they forgot to add a 'do not try this at home/here' sign up

[requiem_no_ame]

Squalo didn't move to hold Bel's hand, but he kept tabs on where it was and where the other, free hand went. Experience, mostly, and very personal knowledge of the sort of disaster that Bel could unleash at the drop of a hat. If it seemed strange that two grown men were walking that close around the carnival, he chose to ignore it, because keeping Bel in line was far more important. Besides, it wasn't like his reputation could really take a blow.

"Typical carnival stuff? Candy apples and that sort of thing," Squalo shrugged. You know his eating habits, Bel. He tried a bit of everything in the last two days. "VOOOII, speaking of sushi..."

Might as well get that out of the way while the Prince was in a good mood.

[fridgeburnt]

The carnival wasn't exactly any different in spirit from mafia land, and that doesn't make Xanxus any happier. He has bad memories of stupid mafia land. The old geezer liked to take him there.

He'd finished inspecting one side of the street, looking for something interesting, and finding nothing that really caught his attention.

-- except, of course, for a certain long-haired swordsman. And a brat with the tiara on his head. From his time.

Glaring, he walked towards them in angry strides. He still hated what Squalo did, and likely will never stop begrudging him from all the shit he pulled on him. Him and Kasai. Would that the arsonist were here, so he can throw him off the edge of the fucking island.

[requiem_no_ame]

Squalo stood up straight, not unlike a dog that hears his master's footsteps in the distance. He felt, more than saw Xanxus coming, and turned around to face the man with his chin up and his eyes focused. The half-playful, half-irritated demeanor that he favored when entertaining Bel fell down to reveal the diamond sharp crust of his pride. The wounds were still fresh, in more ways than one, and he didn't expect to ever go back to what he and Xanxus had had, before the incident in the park.

The thing was, Squalo didn't want that back. He'd said many things, that night, and he'd turned his fangs on Xanxus in a way he'd never thought he'd ever do, but he didn't regret it. He knew Xanxus would resent him for it, might even hate him for it, but he would be stronger for it, and that was all Squalo cared about. His loyalty, his devotion, they remained unchanged. But Xanxus had committed the mistake of forgetting he had fangs of his own, that he merely bowed down to him and only him because he chose to do so

[kirikizamuyo]

Bel noticed the change in Squalo almost immediately. It was hard not to with how well he knew the shark. He also could feel the approach, though probably not nearly as strong as Squalo did. Though it was not from any sort of connection with Boss, merely the instinct that came with so many years of being aware of his surroundings no matter what, he knew when an aura of power was near and there was only one he knew of that was so full of rage

[fridgeburnt]

"I don't," Xanxus snarled. Nothing that Bel and Squalo did were lost to him, and that's just fine, that perfectly fucking fine. "A brat through and through, aren't we? Just when you think the Prince has grown, you can never resist hanging on to that fucking trash's hand for dear life. How is your brother, by the way? He looked exactly as pathetic as you did when he fell to the ground."

He glared at Squalo, still seething, but more in control now. What was he supposed to say? 'I came here to beat the shit out of you'? 'Do you realize how close I am to killing myself'? 'Do you know that what you've done is perfectly irreparable, and even if you think it fucking helps, it doesn't'? The older one would understand. The older one would know. But this Squalo isn't the one he wants in this world, and he hates having to put up with such fucking inconveniences. He growled. "Your brat, Superbi. Put him in line. He's your responsibility, like that fucking rain-brat of yours."