Xanxus

Most people would think that Xanxus didn't have much of a family. They had enough proof, after all, to draw that conclusion.

He hardly cared for the normal citizens around him. He could kill the most innocent with the pull of a trigger. He led the Varia. He shrugged off human emotions as if he wasn't human himself. People would call him a monster.

He had so much more than that.

He might've been adopted, but that didn't mean he didn't care for his family. He loved his father too, well he used to, until he found out the old geezer had always been lying when he called him his son.

Xanxus could care less about Timoteo. The family he always had after all were his brothers.

Enrico, who might've been skeptical when he first came, but grew to love the boy he called his little brother. He would tuck Xanxus in bed during the cold nights their father wasn't home, because really, Nono's wife never accepted him.

Massimo, who had showered him with toys, with candies, who had taught him how to read and write, things he never learned in the streets. He truly took care of him when he was sick, when everyone was panicking over Xanxus's temper- for he shot an innocent cat once when he was sick. Only Massimo could say he had stood beside him through sickness and in health, and lived to tell the tale.

And Federico, who was always there to be his best friend, who played hide and seek with him in the dark, went trick or treating with him. His brother who had always been scared of spiders, who had always jumped up and hid behind him when he saw one. Xanxus used to do the same. His childhood had been one filled with his innate fear of dogs.

Xanxus loved his brothers. Loved them to the highest degree.

Did no one wonder why they were spared from the coup d etat? Why Xanxus didn't kill them as he had done to many men before?

His brothers were his life.

His brothers were his best friends.

His brothers were his sanctuary.

His brothers were HOME.

So when one day, Xanxus woke up from living in a crystal for so long, only to hear that his brothers were long since gone, that they had moved on to eternal life, he broke.

He cried.

He mourned.

And he felt pathetic.

Because that was the only thing he could do about it.

So he vowed to protect what was his.

The Varia.

And that's why Xanxus kills. That's why he would willingly watch thousands perish before his own hands. That's why he would continue to taint himself.

He would never let himself lose family again.