A/N: Well, yeah, this is actually my very first Fanfiction, written in English. Please don't be that hard on me – I know, my English is the worst, but please deal with it (or leave it).

Btw.: It's supposed to be a two, or three shot, but I can't actually tell…

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Reborn!, or any of it's characters. All rights go to their respective owners!

WARNINGS: MalexMale (or Slash; BoyxBoy; Boys Love; BL; Yaoi; Shounen Ai - whatever ya wanna call it), probably sorta PWP (in the later story), and kinda OOC…oh yeah, and rated M for a reason, of course.

Oh, and it's Pairing: XS (XanxusxSqualo)

So…if ya don't like one of the above – don't read it. It's actually really simple.

Well then…let's get it started! Hope ya enjoy :D

And reviews are always appreciated :DD

Prologue

Squalo

The Varia is currently on some kind of mission – although we already accomplished it and are just waiting until tomorrow evening when the plane sets off, so we can fly right back to Italy.
Right now, we are sitting in the restaurant of the hotel we're staying in.
I would've liked to just stay in the hotel room, but Xanxus just HAD to throw a tantrum before, so the room is actually bashed and we have to wait 'till we get a new one.
It's always the same with that guy. I hate it.
I hate him.
Or at least, I'd like to think so – I know, it's not like that. It's the exact opposite.
I love him…and that's the problem.
I want him, but I don't think he will ever see anything more in me than scum.
Still deep in thought, I don't even notice as aforementioned guy aimed at me.
With a loud 'crash', his glass of whiskey flew right against my head then fell to the ground in shards.
I'm gonna kill him someday.
"Oi, shitty shark, what're you spacing out for?!", he's screaming at me, but I'm not in the mood to play with him.
With a loud thud, I slam my hands into the table and stand up.
Without a word, I leave – while the other Varia are just staring at me. Well, almost; everyone but Xanxus.
I make my way out of the room, looking for the toilet.
In the restroom, all I want to do is splashing cool water in my face and calm down a bit. My feelings are stirred up and I can't tell why.
I hate this.
It's getting harder and harder, every day. Why is it like that? He's treating me like shit, and that's already nice.
"What the fuck…", I'm mumbling to myself while looking in the mirror in front of me. The same time, someone just got out of one of the toilet cabins and looked at me from behind.
I turn around. "What gives?!", is my rather annoyed question.
At times like this, it doesn't need much to piss me off.
"Nothin'. Just thought ya' seem to be unhappy. Is somethin' the matter?", he asked, with a sly grin on his face.
What's wrong with that guy? I don't know him. And I'm fairly sure, he doesn't know me either – he wouldn't talk to me so casually, if that wasn't the case.
I snarl and wave him off. "You're daydreaming. I'm perfectly fine." Why do I answer him anyway? Should've just told him off. I turn towards the sink again.
"You're sure 'bout that, boy?", he's asking me with a teasing voice. Makes me wanna hit him.
"Yeah." I look at him trough the mirror.
"Ya look like ya have a love-problem."
Bullseye. That's enough.
This time, I turn to face him directly. "VOOOOOOOI! Leave me alone, alright? What's your fucking problem?!"
"So I guessed it right, huh?"
"And even so. Who cares?!", I ask him. Or more like scream at him.
"Well, maybe I could help ya?", he says.
As if. "I don't need your help. Now leave me alone." This is giving me a serious headache. I start messaging my temples and stare at the strange guy in front of me.
He looks even weirder than he acts. His clothes look like they jumped right out of a voodoo book, or a fantasy manga. Can't even describe them. It looks just strange.
Ripped, but not old. Stained, but not really dirty. Yet, it kinda suits him. With his freaky haircut, and his dark eyes.
A real weirdo. But he probably thinks the same about me, so it doesn't matter.
My headache is starting to worsen. What's wrong with me today?!
He looks at me. "Do you have a problem? A headache?"
"If so?"
"Take this then…" He reaches out, to hand me something. It's tiny, white and round – a pill. "It's a painkiller, don't worry.", he adds, seeing as I'm warily eying the little tablet that's now resting in the palm of my hand.
"So I can just take it?", I ask. Well, if that wasn't the case, he wouldn't have given it to me – and if it was some kind of poison, he surely wouldn't tell me, even if I asked him about it.
Then again…everything is good, as long as it makes my current situation better.
"Yes. It will help ya – I'm a doctor, ya know?", he says and flashes me a toothy grin.
No. How would I know? And what kind of doctor is that anyway?!
I turn around again, to face the sink, before lowering my head to drink a bit of the water to take the med.
When I got back up…the guy was gone. I didn't hear the door close, or even open. I also couldn't hear his footsteps.
He was just…gone.
I probably should keep this little 'encounter' to myself.
But at least, my headache's now gone too.

My next steps take me back to the reception.
"Voi!", I say, not as loud, so they wouldn't be too scared to talk to me. "What is it now, with our new room?"
The woman behind the desk still looked a bit pale. She looked up from her computer. "Well…we had no other room left that was as big as your original one, so we gave you two parted ones. One for two and one for four people.", she explained the situation.
"So, we have two different rooms?!" Great. Just great. What now? I mean, Xanxus would probably want to have an extra room, but I don't want to have to sleep with one of those bastards in the same bed, so I'm gonna share the room with him.
But how do I explain that to that moron without him getting angry? Or whatever you can call it, if 'angry' doesn't fit anymore…
"Yeah. And they are on two different hallways, actually. There are your new keys…" She laid them out on the desk in front of me.
Oh well, if there's no other way…
I take the keys and turn around to go back. I don't care. If he has something to complain about, he should just go and sleep somewhere else.
I don't care anymore. I'm tired.
I don't know why, all of a sudden, but my entire body feels heavy.
Back at the restaurant, I'm following my previous way back to the Varia table
."VOOI! You stupid folks! We have new rooms."
"Rooms?", Bel asks.
"Yeah, we have now two of them. One with four beds and one with two beds. I'm gonna stay in the double room, together with Xanxus, I guess.", I explain to them and look at the Boss.
But he's not even reacting.
"If that's settled then – take your key." With that, I'm throwing a bundle of keys in their direction. Good thing we got more than one key to each room.
"I'm gonna go to sleep.", is the last they hear of me, before I just go back to find my new room.

I really do feel strangely tired.