The Not-So Normal Life of the Varia
- A collection of short stories, drabbles, and poems -
A/N: Hello everyone! It's your friendly neighborhood Kusuri! This is actually one of the first "fanfictions" (if you can even call it that) I've posted in a long time. I'm a bit rusty, but I hope you enjoy!
A Grilled Cheese Sandwich
It was in the dead of the night when he heard the loud crashing noise. Half asleep, a certain white haired Italian walked downstairs, arms in a slump. He thought to himself, 'who in their right minds would be awake at 3:30 in the morning doing god knows what?'
Squalo stopped himself at the foot of the staircase, trying to process where the sound was coming from. Sleepily rubbing his eyes and yawning, he noticed a ray of light coming from the kitchen.
Bingo.
As he made his way over to the kitchen, the mafioso thought, 'When I get my hands on whoever's making that noise, I'm gonna slice them into sashimi!'
"VOOOOOIIIIIIII!" Squalo roared loudly, slamming the kitchen door open. Had he used any more strength, the door just might have fallen off its hinges. "Who the hell is makin' all this noise?! Do you have any idea what time it is?!"
Ten eyes stared back at him.
"The hell are you all doing?!" He screamed angrily.
"We're making grilled cheese sandwiches." Fran replied nonchalantly, staring blankly at Squalo as he skillfully flipped the gooey sandwich onto a plate.
Silence befell the room once more.
"Hey... make me one too."
It was really short, but I hope you enjoyed! Please look forward to the next one!
