The Tales of Xanxus
Author Note: This story fills in the gaps in Xanxus' life that the viewers don't know about, such as him as a kid; in his teens prior to the Cradle Affair and so on; also note that reviewers' opinions are taken into account. Please remember these are based on what I feel think they are not canon. Thank You...Beware of OOCness of Xanxus and OC.
Chapter One: The Birth of Xanxus
On the night of October 10th 1988, a large twistering storm brewed through the streets of Naples. The shutters banged and clashed against the walls, and the increasing loud noises of the wind through make-shift doors could not beat the sounds of a woman in labour. Loud screams echoed in the tarnished house within the Neapolitan slums; the broken down alleyways were broken souls were forgotten about, by the financially stable in Naples and even the government itself gave up on those in the slums long ago.
"Push…Come on you can do it" a soft feminine voice spoke in comfort to the young mother giving birth.
The young girl was not more than a mere teenager, not much older than fifteen. She was left in the slums by her father, after she had slept with a man too many years her senior and had gotten pregnant with this man's baby, a powerful married man from what she had heard from her father before she was kicked out to the slums to fend for herself and her growing baby inside her.
Her dark brown hair stuck to her dirt covered face in sweat; her dark crimson eyes looked exhausted from the hours of labour pains she had experienced. She panted in exhaustion, taking deep breathes to relax herself before pushing her body to deliver the baby.
"Ugh...it hurts! It hurts! Get it out of me…please! It hurts so much" the young mother screamed in agony as the baby was coming out of her uterus, a second woman dabbed her with a cold rag; being homeless they were short on supplies, and made do with old methods of childbirth done by their historical ancestors.
"Only a little more, the baby is crowning, just keep pushing sweetie!" The midwife who was instructing her started to tie her black hair up, and started to wash a knife to cut the umbilical cord with. The last few pushes, pants, and screams and then a new screaming noise was heard…one from a newly born baby.
The midwife cut the cord, while the mother rested herself against the wall with the other woman dabbed her face with the cloth and spoke comforting words to the new mother. The woman passed the cloth to the midwife who washed the screaming baby, the mixture of blood and fluids on the baby washed away, an old grey(formerly blue) blanket was wrapped around the baby, the arms tucked into the blanket making him look like little sausage roll and was then passed to the eagerly waiting mother.
"Congratulations, he's a lovely healthy baby" the midwife spoke as she saw the young mother cry in happiness as she rubbed the tip of her finger on her beautiful babies lips, as his cries eased, so did the storm that took place that night. The young mother freed her young sons arms from the blanket, letting him grasp her index finger, his new born blue eyes focused on her face, and she smiled at her son once again.
"My beautiful baby boy, what should I call you?" She looked her son, as he started to close his eyes into a possible slumber. His little hands let go of her finger as he dozed off.
"He's a quiet one, even after being born into a stormy night like this one" a smile was exchanged from the exhausted mother and the other women; they nodded in agreement to the fact being made.
"They always said that the quiet ones make the best leaders, who knows your little boy could be a boss of a mafia like the Vongola if he grows up big and strong" the midwife chuckled at her own idea of the boy's future.
"Today is the tenth of October right?"
"Yes, yes it is"
"Then I will call him Xanxus, the two Xs in his name for his birthday and his future role in the mafia" The mother spoke in full confidence as the other women smiled at her sheer determination and love for her child, already planning a hard to achieve future for her son but for some reason, they felt that her dream was maybe not that farfetched maybe the young child named Xanxus would make a name for himself….someday.
End Note: The reason why I don't name his mother is due to the fact that she has no name in both forms of media and seems wrong to name her when she is Akira Amano's minor character.
Also I admit my writing isn't the best…I'm not use to writing outside of academic writing (writing law essays is hard)
Please review if you like the idea of knowing Xanxus life.
