YEAH, SCREW THIS. FIRST TIME WRITING STUFF LIKE THIS-
In case you were wondering where I got the storyline, It's from DJMAX's songs : Colors Of Sorrow by Tsukasa. Where forbidden love was portrayed; Between the A Vampire and a Priest.
Except
AND FROM THE QUOTE FROM THE PV.
Warning; OOCness, Drama, Unsparkling vampires, MOAR DRAMA, Unsparkling Vampire that Is Xanxus, And Manly Juliet that is Squalo, And lastly, Lulz.
pairings : [TYL] Xanxus/Squ. Lemon Juice, Anyone? Sadly, Not for this Fanfic. .;Sob.
Katekyo!hitman REBORN is Owned By Akira Amano.
How many people;
Are closed within a word, FATE?
How many people;
are sacrificed for a word, LOVE?
In the late 19th century, more and more vampires have been persecuted by Humans. Slowly decreasing, and decreasing. A few remained.
There were a lot what they hated.
Garlic, Holy water, crosses, sharp sticks, and mostly.
The Sun; which conflicted their race.
Xanxus was one of the finest, vampires to exist.
His complexion was tanned, his skin cold, black hair that perfected the color of his Iris; his eyes showed the color of blood, Red, his age, was unknown. It has been a century over his original date of birth; Though the looks estimated he was in his adulthood, he was still a handsome, fierce creature .
He was different from other male vampires.
He doesn't really give a shit on who to seduct; All he cared is his thirst and hunger for blood was quenched. It wasn't his business to mind if his vampire brethrens failed to show themselves alive - All matters to him is he lives and he exists, After all.
He knew from the start that they were to decrease as the years Pass.
Yet, Again the night dominates the land of Italy,
His footsteps agile as those of a flying eagle,
Vicious as a blood-thirsty predator,
Graceful as a dove that fluttered its wings to fly,
Yet. All remains every night was blood, corpses, screams, and fear.
Everything; The same. Until -
Night domained the Sun that set in the country of Italy.
A man appeared In Town, So late it was; Wearing a white dress coat, matched with a cavarat, which edges were tipped with laces, black trousers that fit his legs, thigh-high boots with heels that exceed less than an inch. topping it with a knee-length blue trench coat including a lapel that had been sewn with an elegant design with the source of yellow threads.;
His hair was Silver, as of those of that moon that shone in the dark light. His skin, Fair and white in the favor of snow, His eyes were gray, like when the clouds are in their deepest sorrows.
But this man wasn't as a gentleman as you think by the way he dressed. Rather a loud, noisy, fierce and violent one he was;
Cries that rang out loudly such as,"VOI!" with a fuse of pride on how he yells this. Mostly he shouts for either boasting or He just fucking feels so.
He'd always wear a natural, vigorous grin flashing on his face, his eyes were haughty as they focused on his path with his will; If not a grin, then a cocky smirk with his sword drawn in its scabbard that was cast at the right side of his hip, for the ease of the left hand to draw it out to strike his foes.
He walked like one of those nobles from wealthy families- - That's what he was. A wealthy man.
'Superbia Squalo' was what he was titled since birth.
But tonight, he showed none of those. He was in a fucking bad mood.
The vampire sensed this man's presence.
The scent of the other's blood arousing those eyes which followed like a lion hunting it's prey.
It was dark.
all of it.
All left to escort him were street lights; which lit the dim road of Italy.
It wasn't his fault he went back to Italy that late, from that important seminar about the current government. And to be definite, came home the wrong time.
Hiking forwards, he heard another pair of footsteps advance.
'Che. another one of those kids who stay up late.' he thought.
"Shit. Another one of them fucking kids who stay goddamn late; VOI! WHOEVER THE HELL ARE YOU, GO BACK HOME! IT'S PAST MIDNIGHT, BRAT!"
It echoed the lonely streets.
Not a respond of mockery or fright was present.
Silence. Silence reigned.
He made himself look like a fool. Shouting at such a harsh, high tone of voice in the middle of midnight. letting a few minutes pass, walking again to his respective residence; The rhythm of his steps entwined with another's. Stopping once again, the mockery of this move continued.
Yet there was no one.
Only the cold gusts of wind that waved against his body, the lights, and the moon which dominated the sky.
Why is his heart beating too fast?
A figure appeared in front of him. Probably running away can make things go wrong, worse, and running is completely cowardly; So he slowly draws a foot backwards, releasing low velocity as he spun towards the other way.
Yet, he doesn't know who he encountered.
"Oy, You. Get out of my way. You're blocking it, cretin."
"... I do not tolerate a man's complaints. No matter how many there are, it's always all talk and no Act, I suppose this is how humans prove themselves miserable like the little fleas they are." He snaps his head upwards, facing the human he encountered for this night. Those eyes reflected with the help of the dim lights, revealing their colors.
"Aren't you Human too? Then if you are, You're a disgrace to -"
"If I was a human, the color of my eyes would be full of 'life.'; Red is rather an explanation."
"Then take those lens off. It's not halloween time, you bastard. And if it was, You're too old for it. Also the scar on your left cheek is a bonus. Makes you look even more hideous with that cheap-ass costume. Must be a fucking hell to spend money on such childish things."
"..."
"Who's the wise one NOW?" Squalo Mocked.
"What you see is what will you regret." Xanxus had forced a smirk on his face, baring sharp, carnivorous fangs that target Squalo's neck. Judging from this one, blood was fresh.
A shadow succumbs over the silver haired's ones, a cape, covering the act.