Summary : They were a family, but that doesn't mean they liked it.
Pairing : None, but the whole Varia's involved.
Rating : K+
Family
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After being together for so long, it was only natural that they fell into some sort a pattern. A system of sorts, to help them function better and work more efficently. To keep the Varia members in tip top shape - because falling out of shape meant falling out of Xanxus's graces, and that mean death via Bester - they made sure that everyone was aware of the other's patterns and routines, and adjusted theirs to better suit the team - or Xanxus - whichever was more important at the moment. Normally Xanxus. While the other squads developed and grew together as coworkers - friends at the most - the most elite Varia squad grew together in a fashion that was too close to be considered normal, especially for mafia members.
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They melted together and became, quite literally, a familgia. They system they adopted was closer than any of the teams, but no one seemed to notice their respective roles. As far as they were concerned, they were a close team - that it. They were cold-blooded killers who didn't have people they cared about. They would lie to each other, steal from each other, and sell each other out at the drop of a hat. They worked solely for themselves, and there would be no talk of them actually liking each other.
They only worked effectively together.
And ate every meal together.
And took turns caring for one member if they got sick.
And talked out all the problems anyone was having, lending advice when it was needed.
And made sure that every member of their fa - ahem - team knew they were appreciated.
And talked to each other before bedtime, which was strictly at eleven o'clock, because it isn't fair if only one person - Belphegor - has a bedtime.
Psssh, that didn't make them an actual family.
Right?
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Okay, so maybe they were a family. But that didn't mean they knew about it. Most of them were completely unaware of their family-like attributes, and only directed it towards being teammates. That didn't mean they all enjoyed being so close either. Everyone had their days where they couldn't stand just how attached they were to each other.
Squalo hated that he knew everyone's birthday, including the baby. But he knew it, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but acknowlege the five days a year when his belove - respe - fellow teammates were born.
He hated it.
He swears he does.
(He doesn't mean it.)
Belphegor hated that he modified everyone's favorite weapons, just to their liking. He made sure that all of the amory was sharp and polished, shining with what could only be the sweat of the gods. When questioned, he stated he simply wanted a better look at how they worked.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
(He knew that Xanxus liked his guns so clean, you could eat off of them.)
Leviathan, oh how he hated his name, hated that he knew everyone's favorite color. He wasn't sure exactly how he knew, but he just knew everyone's color preferences. Everytime he saw the spoiled prince prancing around in blue, smiling in the demented way that was so...Belphegor, he swore he died on the inside. He hated seeing the cloaked baby's hair, because he knew that shade of violet was Luss-nee's favorite color and died whenever he saw it.
Colors are a stupid thing to know.
It's not like they were important.
(Every year, he gets Xanxus five black roses, from the whole team.)
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Okay, maybe they were a family, and maybe they knew it. They were the best gosharn family in all of Vongola, even if they pretended like they weren't one.
Tell Vongola Decimo and his family of misfits that.