DISCLAIMER: NEITHER XANXUS, ENMA KOZATO, OR ANYTHING ELSE YOU MAY RECOGNIZE BELONGS TO ME.

Angry Sky, Bright Earth

Abandonment

The thing is they've never really had a conversation about what is happening between them.

There was never an awkward period where they tiptoed around each other, nervous of rejection. There was never a confession. There was never a moment where they had to speak to each about whether they were together or not.

It was simply a fact one day.

Xanxus sat in the Varia mansion with liquor in his hands and shouts on his lips. Enma ran around the Shimon's territory trying to keep everything under control and his panic buried in his chest.

They were together, linked without description or a way to separate.

Affection

Enma was leaning against the wall of the ballroom when he felt a warm presence strolling up to him.

"Are you here to save me?" Enma questioned without looking over. He watched as Aoba danced with Hana. The two of them were close, originally thrown together due to their mutual fondness of Ryohei and finding common interests as time went on.

"Fuck no. I'm stealing your hiding place."

"With both of us here we're a lot more likely to get spotted," Enma pointed out.

"At least we'll both be going down then."

Silence settled between them as Xanxus settled next to Enma.

As they stood there, hiding from the party going on around them with their thighs and shoulders barely brushing, Enma found a smile spreading on his face for the first time since arriving.

Ambiguous

"So..."

Enma glanced up at Julie.

The desert guardian stood in front of him with his hands shoved into his back pockets, pushing the jacket he wore further back and showing off more of the atrociously patterned shirt he was wearing.

"Yes...?" Enma said, suspicion laced in his voice. It was unlike Julie to hang around his office after dropping something off. He preferred to run off to mess around.

"What's the deal with you and the angry guy?"

He stared for a minute before the words registered. Then he let out a groan, "Julie, no."

Julie tilted his head. "There's not a thing?"

"That's not what I said." Seeing his mouth opening, Enma cut in, "I didn't say there was a thing either. Whether or not there is a thing happening between Xanxus and I is none of your business."

"I don't know about that. Your our boss."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we have to sit here and talk about whether or not my love life exists."

He rocked on his heels for a minute before saying, "Are you sure? Because the others don't really-"

"I'm sure!" Enma insisted. He sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. Then he added, "If I need to talk, I'll come to you."

Blanket

Enma let out a content noise as his back thumped against Xanxus' bed.

"I forgot how soft your sheets were," he murmured, rubbing his cheeks against the fabric. "Your insistence on living a life of luxury is my favorite thing about you."

Xanxus words were low and husky, sending a shiver down Enma's spine, "It's hardly bad to live my life in pleasure."

The bed dipped as Xanxus climbed on. He crawled over Enma, trapping the other between his hands and knees.

He nosed against Enma's neck, a grin curling his lips when Enma let out a soft sigh and tangled his hands in Xanxus' hair.

"Come on then," Enma murmured, fingers tugging at raven strands. "Show me how nice it is to live a life of pleasure."

Breathe

There is not a soul in the world that he would ever tell, but Xanxus' favorite place in the Vongola mansion had always been the gardens.

They were beautiful filled with carefully picked flowers and bright dazzling colors.

As a child, he'd been transfixed by it. He climbed trees when Enrico could be dragged away from his studies long enough to play hide and seek, he sat on the grass and ate ice cream with Massimo when the middle brother was feeling kind, he had held Federico's hand as they laid among the forget-me-nots and searched for aliens, he had sat on his stepmothers lap and laughed as his father and his guardians set fireworks off for the holidays.

He rarely allowed himself to wander in there when he was at the mansion, nowadays.

The memories were too much, choking him with well hidden grief and guilt.

But, as he leaned against the door frame and watched red hair wander among the plants, he felt the chokehold loosen.

"Trash! Come on. The fucking meeting's starting."

E/n: So, I feel vaguely embarrassed about this and have no clue why.

But anyway! Lots of people have wanted me to write a set of drabbles for these two so...here! It's not in quite the same format as my other series (check out I Cieli Vigilanza Su Tutto and Counsel Me for more X00 goodness if you don't read them), but it's a start? There's a total of 150 prompts in the list I'm using and I'm going to go for 5 per chapter?

I'm looking forward to this though! Not just because it lets me write X00 without guilt (so much guilt when i monopolize the other series with it), but because it lets me experiment with others too! Like I get to write the Shimon guardians, not just mention them! And I'll get to write the Varia! I can't wait! So on that note, feel free to tell me, more so then usual that is, if you think my characterizations are too far off. I appreciate constructive criticism, just not destructive criticism!

AND FINALLY: please review if possible! I love hearing what everyone has to say!