Welcome to my new story, Dancing in the Dark! This idea has been nudging me for a while, and I've finally gotten around to writing it. I know a lot of you were probably expecting an obligatory Halloween-themed fic, since it was Halloween weekend. I was going to do one, but I had such a blah weekend that I was not feeling festive at all, and thus sat around watching zombie movies. And planning this story out, too. It's gonna be short, probably no more than three or four chapters.
Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about P.O.A., I'll probably update it sometime this week. In fact, I'm actually open to any suggestions for ideas. So if you have an idea for the next chapter of P.O.A., I would love to hear (or read) it.
Now on to the fic!
Genre: Romance, Humor, and some action I guess (not really -.-)
Rating: T-M For the themes, and I'm contemplating some Lemony goodness! (There is a HIGH possibility ;D)
Warnings: This is my first yaoi (OMFG GTFO) This will be Squabel, since this pairing does not get enough love! Adult Themes, general perversion( kinky Bel is kinky), Squalo's epic sailor mouth, some violence, after all, this IS the Varia.
Disclaimer: I'm poor. I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. That's it.
Squalo sat lazily at the marble island in the middle of the kitchen, a glass of orange juice in hand. It was relatively early in the morning, around eight-thirty, last time he checked, so the others would be up pretty soon. The handsome swordsman skimmed over the morning paper, taking in the relevant information, and ignoring what he didn't care about.
Soon growing bored of rereading the same sections over and over, Squalo tossed the paper aside and slowly raised himself off of the stool and went over to the window. According to the paper, it was supposed to be a fairly sunny day, and yet, ominous looking black clouds hung over head, promising a few days worth of rain. Squalo groaned.
A sudden noise behind him alerted the swordsman to a new presence in the room. He glanced over his bare shoulder to see Xanxus rummaging about in the refrigerator. The sky guardian was particularly grouchy in the morning, so Squalo made sure to stay absolutely silent unless Xanxus initiated any conversation. Hopefully, he would just grab something and go back to his room.
"Hey, trash," No such luck. Squalo cursed under his breath.
He left the window to go lean against the open door of the refrigerator, as Xanxus was still looking for…whatever he was looking for, and waited to hear whatever his friend and boss had to say. Squalo picked at some crud under his nail, patiently waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
"Voi, what the hell are you looking for?" He ground out after about five minutes. Xanxus pulled his head out of the fridge, glaring at the rain guardian. He presented a slice of Dulce de Leche (A/N: orgasm cake!) leftover from last night's dinner. He had stuffed it all the way in the back so that none of his greedy, sweet-toothed subordinates could find it. Squalo raised a thin silver eyebrow.
"You're eating that sweet ass cake for breakfast?" He asked, still staring at the confection in his boss's hand. Xanxus glared at him.
"Yeah I'm fuckin' eating it. Got a problem?" He said, daring his friend to say anything else. Squalo took the challenge.
"No, but you're gonna have a hell of stomach ache later. Just letting you know." He retorted before walking languidly back to reclaim his stool at the island. Xanxus sat in the seat across from him, jabbing the cake with his fork and taking a savage bite. Squalo gave him a disgusted look, but otherwise said nothing of it, opting instead to stare back out the window. The two sat in relatively comfortable silence for a while.
"We have a mission from Nono." Xanxus said after finishing his cake. Squalo started at the sudden declaration. He tore his eyes away from the window to look at his boss, who was wiping his hands on his grey sweatpants.
"Care to share?"
The Varia boss just shook his head as he hopped off his stool to deposit his plate in the sink. He turned back to Squalo, leaning against the counter with his arms folded across his chest.
"I'm gonna talk to everyone about it later, if they ever decide to wake the hell up." The dark-haired man said, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall in mild frustration. Right on que, Lussuria and Levi each wandered into the kitchen, fully dressed. Lussuria smiled widely, taking in both his boss and comrade's respective states of undress and nodded in approval.
"That sword training does wonders for those impeccable abs of yours, Squ~!" The flamboyant man winked as he walked by the island to the stove. Squalo just snorted at him in agitation.
"Aw shut up, fag." Was all he said before turning back to Xanxus, who was smirking at him. Was he really the only one bothered by Lussuria's flirtatious nature?
"Tch. Whatever." He said, as he got up to get another glass of orange juice. At that moment, they heard a loud thump out in the hallway. They all turned to the walkway that led out to the foyer, where not even a minute later, Fran popped his head in.
"Yo." The green haired boy waved nonchalantly as he re-adjusted his trademark froggy-hat on his head. The others just stared.
"Um, Fran honey, that thump just now…was that you?" Lussuria asked as he stirred the batter to make his famous chocolate chip pancakes. Fran just nodded apathetically.
"Yeah, Bel-sempai was showing me this new outfit he got, and I told him I didn't know that he had a thing for dressing up like a prostitute. He got kinda mad and threw me down the stairs." The rookie said as he grabbed a box of Frosted Flakes off of the opposite counter and sat at the island next to Squalo.
"Voi, are you alright?" Squalo asked, amazed that the kid had fallen all the way down the stairs and looked to be unharmed. It was a loooooong way down those stairs, afterall. Fran just nodded, pouring his cereal into a bowl.
At that moment, Belphegor stormed in, deciding to grace everyone with his royal presence. He shot a frigid glare at Fran, who sat placidly munching his cereal and waving at him. The prince gave him the finger and stalked over to peer over Lussuria's shoulder at that now cooking pancakes.
Chocolate pancakes were his favorite. His day was now marginally better.
Xanxus glanced around the room briefly. Everyone was now present, so he called attention.
"Alright trash, listen up, we have an assignment." the sky boss said as he took his seat across from Squalo again. His subordinates all looked up from whatever they were doing and gathered around to listen. Xanxus pulled a manila folder out of his hammer space (as he always does) and roughly slapped it on the table. A picture of a man around their age slipped out, with dark, slicked back hair. He was talking to someone.
The members all scooted a bit closer to get a better look at the picture.
"This is Giancarlo Nunzio Cantatore. Son of Paolo Cantatore, current boss of the Cantatore Famiglia." His subordinates all nodded, taking in the information. Xanxus continued, all business now.
"The Vongola Famiglia has put out a hit on Giancarlo, on the count of him moving his opium-trafficking operations into Naples, which you all know is strictly Vongola territory." More nodding. Xanxus took a swig from the steaming mug of coffee Lussuria had just placed in front of him.
"Nono didn't really care about that too much at first, since he and Paolo are close friends, but his son's been recklessly taking advantage of his father's power, and has also started moving his side projects in on the territories of other families, and this is causing problems for the Vongola. Naturally, because of this, he's made a few enemies,and a couple of the families have already talked about ordering hits on this guy. But the Vongola Famiglia has decided to make their move first."
He glanced up momentarily to make sure he had their undivided attention.
"By moving his base of operations to Naples, he is putting the other families, as well as the Vongola's own operations at risk for exposure. Despite his close friendship with the Cantatore Boss, Nono can't allow this to happen, as the Vongola Famiglia's most profitable ventures are based in Naples."
Squalo spoke up.
"But why are the Varia needed to take this asshole out? It seems like a standard mafia hit to me." He asked, taking a closer look at the picture of the young man.
"Because Nono wants him taken out immediately. This guy's flashiness is grabbing the attention of the authorities and he's already been questioned by the cops on suspicion of drug-trafficking once. He has no regard for the Omerta, and a lot of bosses, including Nono, are worried he'll spill information to the police. Some of our alliances are becoming strained because of this little problem. So there's no room for error here."
Xanxus pulled out another picture. It was of the dark-haired man in front of a trendy nightclub.
"Giancarlo has a reputation for being a wild child and is known to frequent a lot of clubs and parties around Europe. He is under constant protection by an elite security squad, who are all trained to spot hitmen. So, in short, this mission requires stealth. Our source have revealed that he will be attending a party in France tonight, just outside of Paris. From what we know, he's got a thing for fetish parties, the kinky motherfucker."
Belphegor raised his hand.
"I'd like to volunteer for this misson, ushishi~!" Everyone turned to look at him weirdly. Xanxus gave him a strange look.
"And why exactly is that, trash? Did you forget that you're on temporary leave because of what you did on the last assignment?" Belphegor frowned at that.
"What was the problem? I killed the target didn't I?"
Xanxus sighed in frustration.
"Yeah, you did, but you also killed fourteen other people that had nothing at all to do with the mission. Do you know the mountain of paperwork I had to fill out, and not to mention all the other shit I had to do to get the fuckin' cops off of the Vongola's ass?"
Belphegor's shoulders sagged a bit, but he still pressed Xanxus.
"But I'm the only one who can blend in with that crowd. I've been to fetish parties and raves and stuff like that before, and I know how to dress appropriately, and how to act."
The kid did have a point. Aside from Fran, Belphegor was still the youngest of the group, at the tender age of twenty, thus he would be the least conspicuous, and Xanxus knew that the prince had some pretty questionable hobbies outside of the Varia.
"And besides, even if I wasn't on the mission, I'd still be there, because I was going to that party tonight anyway."
Levi stared at the blonde in a mixture of shock and disgust.
"You're going to a fetish party? Wow Bel, that's really kinky." The lightning wielder said.
Belphegor just smiled cryptically.
"It's not the first…shishi~."
Fran made a noise of realization. He turned to Belphegor, a rather serious look on his face.
"Sempai, is that what that dominatrix outfit you bought is for?"
His answer was a stab in the arm.
"I'll take that as a yes." The illusionist said as he pulled the knife out if his arm, bent it, and threw it in the trash.
"Alright fine, you can go. But if you fuck this up, I'll kill you myself." The prince gulped at the utterly apocalyptic look in Xanxus's eyes. Maybe he'd better let somebody else handle this one…
Then he suddenly had an idea.
"Why doesn't somebody come with me? That way the job will be sure to get done, and the prince won't be lonely." Xanxus just glared at him, but nodded anyway.
"Yeah, that would be best."
He immediately turned to Squalo.
"Hey shitface, your going with the kid." Squalo's face quickly turned an odd shae of pink. The others were unsure if it was from anger or embarrassment. Unlike Belphegor, Squalo was a man dedicated to his lifestyle and had no time for frivolous things like parties, and thus, had zero knowledge of typical party know-how.
"VRROIII! I AIN'T GOIN' TO NO GODDAMN SEX PARTY!" A throat clearing to his right silenced the enraged guardian. Belphegor chuckled a bit.
"It's a fetish party, Squ-chan, not a sex party. That's different." Squalo sighed, looking a bit relieved.
"Oh? Well I guess that's kinda okay then…I don't wanna walk in and see people fuckin' against the walls and shit…"
"Oh I didn't say there wouldn't be people fucking, I can't guarantee that ," The prince snickered at the murderous expression the rain guardian alternately directed at him and Xanxus, who looked sadistically amused by this turn of events.
"I just said it wasn't a sex party. Ushishi~!"
"Then what the hell is the difference? RAAAAHH!" the swordsman screamed, tearing at his lengthy silver tresses in pure, manic rage.
Finished with his pancakes, the blonde prince went and dumped his plate in the sink. Before leaving the kitchen, he turned to Squalo.
"Oh, Squ-squ?" The irate hitman glared in his direction. The prince's smile couldn't have gotten any wider.
"Make sure you bring something that's really tight, made of leather, and doesn't cover shit. Shishi! See ya later." Bel laughed hysterically as a butcher knife came whizzing past his head and lodged itself in the border of the walkway. He wisely made a hasty retreat.
Squalo looked at Xanxus glumly.
"You sure about this?" He practically whimpered as he rested his head in folded arms. The sky guardian leaned against the back of the stool, arms also folded . He nodded.
"You're the best choice. The kid listens to you the most. After me, that is. Plus, out of everyone else, you're the most nondescript."
Squalo thought it over. Xanxus did have a point. Lussuria would have also fit in with that crowd, but his hair and choice of clothing would make him pretty easy to spot in a crowd. Same thing with Levi and his ridiculous mustache, not to mention he towered over all of the othe Varia members. Fran could take off his hat, and then he would blend in seamlessly. But him being there would pretty much guarantee the misson a failure, because Bel would be to busy stabbing him to do anything else. Squalo realized sourly that he was indeed the one best suited to accompany the young prince on this mission.
Sighing in resignation, he clambered off the stool and followed after the younger hitman.
"I'll go pack…" He said, rubbing his temples.
He felt one hell of a migraine coming on.
Do I even own anything tight and leathery?
So there's Chapter uno. Love it? Hate it? Let me know! Reviews are love!
