Aftermath of the virus; Action spam!

[themixedsky]

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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[promiseunbroken]

Of course, none of this had gone unnoticed by Squalo. He had his own fake memories to deal with, had realized that this was what a damn virus entailed. But within an instant of realizing what was real and what wasn't, he worried more about Xanxus than about himself. Sure, Squalo had been head of the Varia, on top of being the Vongola Rain Guardian, but Xanxus... that was a whole different issue.
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

[themixedsky]

Xanxus almost didn't register the intrusion beyond it being just that. An intrusion. He would have dealt with the shit and kept on with his silence if it was just anyone.

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.

[promiseunbroken]

The only reason he managed to dodge the first attack, and only barely, was because he had known in advance it was coming. Xanxus was faster than him, and being this furious did nothing to lessen that advantage.

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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Xanxus growled lowly as he missed, and slid to a stop. His hands clenched into tight fists as he turned, eyes shining with hell fire and a lust for pure destruction.

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.