So… yeah! Might be a little OOC, so please don't hate. Tell me if there's anything wrong, and I'll fix it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Saying KHR belongs to me is like a porn star saying sex doesn't feel good. I wouldn't know, but I'm assuming it does. R&R please!
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"Shut up, trash." Xanxus glared at Lussuria, who stood in the doorframe, wringing his hands nervously. The man's flamboyant Mohawk seemed to droop a bit, and dried tear tracks were on his face. Pathetic. Xanxus thought. Damned bastard needs to grow a goddamned spine. The other Varia members may have been depressed, but they didn't show it so obviously. Bel threw more knives at the Varia's staff for no apparent reason. Levi was the same, and Fran seemed a bit bitter, though it was hard to tell, him being the apathetic trash he was.
"It's understandable that you're upset boss, but please understand! It isn't healthy to be cooped up like this! At least visit his grave, don't be stubborn, sir! I know you're upset but-" The end of his sentence was punctuated by the shattering of a glass against the wall. A red wine slowly dripped down the wall, pooling on the carpet. Xanxus' face was twisted in rage, loathing and disgust.
"I said, shut the fuck up, trash. That shark-" he gestured to the wall violently with his gun. "Deserved to die. He failed. That's all. Now get the fuck out of here."
After Lussuria left, Xanxus grabbed another bottle, not bothering to grab a glass. He took a long swig from the bottle. Some 'fine, strong wine' this was. Damn dealer. He should've shot the man. He could barely taste it. He thought back to what Lussuria had said. Was he upset? Why would he be upset over that shark trashes death?
"Impossible." He spoke aloud, his eyes narrowing in contempt. That wouldn't happen. Sure, he'd fucked the shark trash a couple times, and the bastard had been a pretty good lay, but no. He was Xanxus. He didn't care. All that shark trash was to him was a good lay and a fairly decent commander. Lussuria's words came back to him.
"At least go visit his grave!"
"Fuck this." Xanxus took another swig from his bottle.
It wasn't raining, but clouds covered the sun as Xanxus hiked to the graveyard, a bottle of his favorite brand of alcohol beneath his coat. "Fuck." He muttered. Why the hell was he doing this anyways? Visiting that trashes grave was something no one would do, especially not Xanxus. That trash had been especially unloved within the Vongola's mafia ranks, something he'd always been a little proud of. The baseball brat that the shark had always talked about might have visited though. The brat had had a crush on the shark, he was sure.
He finally stopped at a particular grave. Clean and unmarked, without a name, it stood there, proudly reflecting the meager sun that shone. All the high-ranking Varia officer's graves were never marked. Be it custom or strategy, Xanxus didn't know, or bother to care.
"Bastard. You lied." Xanxus looked at the grave. What was he supposed to feel? This was all new to him. "You should've stayed until I became boss."
Xanxus tilted his head up. The clouds had begun to clear, the sun beginning to shine. "You were a good fuck at least…. Squalo." The man most feared by mafia families turned, leaving a bottle of liquor on the grave.
The grave still stood, the sun shining off the smooth marble.
And if you looked closely at the scarred, tanned man, you could see something small and glittering tracing a path down his cheek.