After his defeat by Tsuna and his guardians, Xanxus has been less than happy. Enraged, in fact. Especially after his father, the Vongola Ninth decided to enlist Squalo's youngest cousin from the Voltaire family in the Varia as their official 'Babysitter'. And what happens when Xanxus decides to head for round two in the fight for the title of Vongola X?

Author's Note:

So, I own nothing Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I only own my made up characters and storyline.

This is my very first story published on this website, so be sure to give me advice I can use and implement on later writing, okay reviewers?

Pairings vary, but the main one is Xanxus x OC

Warning: Rated for langage, violence, and sexual themes.

Hope you enjoy!

The night had been brutal. Although his wounds were nearly healed, they still hurt as if someone was ripping them open over and over again. Such is the pain of getting torn apart by the Sky Vongola ring. It was an immense pain, so much so that Xanxus figured he would eventually grow numb enough not to feel it. Unlikely. His bloodred eyes shot open and he was greeted by the sunlight streaming into his large bedroom, the soft ticking mechanical noises of the hospital equiptment next to his weighed on his nerves. Was it possible to dream pain? He was now fully conscious, but his pain was gone. Now, all he had to deal with was being awake, in bed, and feeling completely useless. But he wasn't! His strength was returning to him. Alongside that frightening strength of his, Xanxus felt his anger returning, his utter fury at losing to Tsunayoshi Sawada. A little boy, no less! His eyes flared up with rage and he growled a bit. 'Damned bed! Fuck this bed, fuck these god damned bandages, and fuck that little shit Tsuna! This is complete bull!' With the strength of a wounded rhino flaring within him, Xanxus lifted himself up from the bed and cast an angry glare to the nurse rushing frantically towards him. He grabbed the table next to his bed, but instead of using it to aid himself, he lifted it up in a fit of rage and sent it flying at the nurse. He aim was off and his missed her by a few feet, but this only enraged him further. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY GUNS?! I'LL SHOOT YOUR USELESS DAMNED BRAINS OUT!!" He yelled, grabbing the next closest piece of furniture and launching it at the frantic nurse.

With a scream, the woman ran from the room, followed by another side table that landed in the hallway outside. She crouched down in the hall and huddled for fear of her life. He wondered when, and if, a mob of staff members would clamber into the room in an attempt to restrain him. Of course, that would easily end in a massacre of injuries. The sheer thought made him chuckle madly, but he quieted and yawned softly. He really only wanted everyone to leave him alone and let him do things his own way. Memories of his defeat by Tsuna back in Japan swam through his mind as Xanxus gritted his teeth and made his way towards the bar in his room. With only the bandages, his pants, a pair of shoes, and a bottle of vodka from the 1900's, he felt himself slowly fall at ease. Chugging the golden liquid directly from the bottle gave him that savage aspect that radiated off his mscular body. He took the near-empty bottle and sat himself down in his favorite chair, clanking the bottle down next to a clean glass on the sidetable. The maids knew him well enough, as they always left a clean glass on that sidetable for him.

His mind was immediatly removed from his thought as he looked down at his chest and found himself a bloody mess. The last he had checked, which was a few days ago, he had stopped bleeding. Perhaps throwing the furniture had ripped him a bit. He wasn't bleeding all that much, bt it was still enough to need to be re-bandaged. He ought to get that fixed up. That was when he sighed and looked about. So that was what was missing from his room. That damned girl, that bitch Alexandera Voltaire. He growled at the thought of her. Who did she think she was anyway? Xanxus wondered just what he was going to do with that woman. Probably drag her ass to 'Father' and have her beg to be fired from this job he had given her. After all, what was she but some nuissance that was hired to keep him under lock and key. She was his walking restraint, his little 'babysitter' and replacement for the idiot that had died against Lancia, one of her older brothers. Still, he supposed he needed her around to do his little menial and pointless tasks, to serve as entertainment, to be his punching bag, and boy she made a great punshing bag. Squalo was so noisy sometimes, but Alexandera... She was silent.

Resolving that he needed some entertainment and that he also needed someone to change his wounds (Seeing as how he scared away the nurse), and sucked in a breath and yelled out in a voice that rattled the entire Vongola Mansion, "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, WOMAN?!"

The sound resonated and bounced throughout the large mansion, only to fall on the ears of Alexandera Voltaire, also known as Xander, in the enterance hall. She stood speaking to one of the guards about increasing security around the perimeter of the building. She was dressed in the standard attire, black slacks, white-button up, and black blazer. She never wore anything else aside from the standard. Her short, shoulder-length blonde hair just barely brushed her shoulders as she ran long fingers through it and glanced around the room with sharp, violet eyes. She had a very boyish appearence about her. No feminine figure to speak of, though surely under the uniform she would have small breasts or something. She did not really care what other people thought of her, actually. As it was, she did not even want to be there.

The day that a Vongola representative showed up on her doorstep was the day she wished God would reach down and smite her where she stood. And who would that representative be but none other than her lovely cousin, Squalo.

"I'm suppose to deliver this crap message to Uncle Roderick," He said with a grimace. Xander had led him to her father's office, and when he had come back out, he grabbed her roughly by the arm and smiled sickly. "Welcome to the Varia, cous."

She was informed that one of her three older brothers, Dromio, had been killed during an Varia uprising againt the Vongola Tenth and that she was to be taking his place in their ranks, only to be placed among the core members. Xander did not wish to accept the position, but she was ordered to, and she never disobeyed an order from her superior. Obedience had been severely beaten into her from childhood, being the only female in the main Voltaire family. She accepted the position and was told her specific instructions: To keep a close vigil on the Varia leader, Xanxus, and keep him from attempting any further uprising or coups. Basically, 'Babysitter' of the Varia. The idea sickened her, but there was nothing she could do about it. She had been told to pack and left with Squalo immediately.

Now, she stood in the enterance hall of the Vongola mansion, and suddenly, the loud angry voice of her charge rang through her ears. The guard she was speaking with gave her a sympathetic look before stepping back out. Xander sighed and, with a reluctant step, began walking towards the stairs. She got about halfway up when none other than her cousin came swaggering down. He laughed in her face with that loud obnoxious voice of his and grinned maliciously at her. "I'm just glad it's your ass he's kickin' around these days and not mine. You sure did luck out with this job, huh Xander?"

He shouldered past her roughly and and continued his way down the staircase. Xander watched him go and then, with a frown of disapproval, continued her way up the stairs. She found the nurse shaking and ran a hand through her hair as she looked down at the poor woman. The lady stood up and yelled something illegible and ran down the stairs. The only thing Xander could think was, 'We're going to have to hire a new nurse.' She shook her head and, stepping over the broken sidetable, she strode into the was in a state of chaos. Furniture toppled, blood spotting the floor. Xanxus sat in a chair next to his favorite table with, no doubt, his alcohol. Xander shut the door behind her quietly and observed him from afar. His wounds were bleeding slightly, enough to drip every so often, and it was no wonder why. Running around, upsetting the room, causing a ruckus; all these things would make him bleed. Sometimes he just did not use his head. With the determination of a mother entitled to care for her child, she moved to the cupboards and pulled out a towel. It was black, but that was probably for the better. Along with the towel, she pulled out a fresh bandage and moved to the bar where a jug of water stood still and untouched.

Scoffing a bit at the sight, she poured the crystal clear liquid onto the towel and made it damp before picking up the two and making her way over to Xanxus. Her light violet eyes, a trait very uncommon, locked onto him and suddenly seeing him grow closer and more real, she fell into a more calm state.

Xanxus heard her come into the room, and grinned slyly, red eyes watching her move slowly. 'That's right, bitch. Come in here crawling on your hands and knees.' Watching her perform little tasks, such as searching around for things she could use to fix him up caused a low chuckle to fall forth from his throat. She wasn't completely useless, but she still got in his way. However, everyone seemed to get in his way, so that did not make her in the least bit special. At least she always did what she was told. Rather, she couldn't disobey orders, but that mattered not, so long as she continued to do as she was told. "You're late."

Xander rolled her eyes and moved towards him. She would do what he asked, but first thing was first: She had to clean him up a bit. In the state he was, he looked like he just fell out of a horror film. Reaching his chair, she put a hand on the arm of it and knelt down next to it without a word. She could say that he just cost them another nurse. She could say that he did nothing but make a mess. She could say that she hated him and wished that she had never come. But she didn't. Instead, she pulled his tattered bandages off and began to press on his wound, causing him to wince. Xanxus garbbed her roughly by the arm and growled. "Watch where you're doing that, you're pressing too damned hard!"

Rolling her eyes, an action she tended to do a lot around him, Xander let up a bit and pressed a little lighter, making even angrier. "Press HARDER. Don't you know how to take care of a fucking wound?!"

Suppressing the urge to deal him a hearty punch right on said wound, Xander continued what she was doing. Xanxus was having a little fun. He enjoyed being able to push her like that, to test her limits. He wanted to see her rage, see her lash out at him as he was sure she did in her mind. It had been a month since she had come to the Varia, and not once had she complained, gotten angry, yelled out. It was if her patience was boundless. So he liked to push. That was what he did, wasn't it? Push rage, anger, destruction, and revenge. That and lead the failure of a group called the Varia. Despite the fact that Vongola IX knew that Xanxus would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, he still sent that damned woman here, enlisted her into Xanxus's group without his permission, and expects that to be enough to stop him? He sent a woman, and a pathetic excuse fro one at that, with no womanly qualities to speak of. "Are you done yet?"

She pulled the bandage tighter in response and tied the bandages off as he reached down and grabbed Xander's chin, pulling her up towards him. In order to keep him from ripping her lower jaw off, she leaned forward and placed one hand on the triangle of chair that was visible between his legs to keep from falling into his lap. Her other hand grasped the knot of his bandage angirly. Glaring up at him with her sharp violet eyes, Xander felt him tilting her face a bit before he glared back at her. "Get me a fucking drink, woman. And where the hell did you ass wipes stash my guns?"

He shoved her away and watched as she stood up with perfect posture and picked up the bandages and the towel. She wrapped the towel around her right forearm and walked over to the bar in his room, pulling down another bottle. Xanxus wasn't satisfied. "You're not moving fast enough, bitch!" He yelled as he launched the empty bottle at her head. She lifted up the wrapped arm and the bottle bonced off of it and shattered on the ground. It still hurt a bit, but not more than she could handle. After a month with the Varia, she had picked up on the swing of things. All he wanted was his alcohol and guns. Isn't that what he always wanted? Another glassy mess for the maids to clean. She rolled her eyes and went behind the bar in order to pull down another bottle of Sky Vodka for the royal pain in the ass. Holding it close, she also wondered if she should give him his guns or not. He would continue to bitch if she did not. On her body, right now, were five firearms. One on either hip, one strapped to her leg, and two on shoulder holsters that hung at her sides, under her arms. His two guns were on her right hip and under her right arm. With a reluctant hesitation, she pulled out his two guns and held them by their barrels. Also hooking a finger around the neck of the Vodka, she strode over to Xanxus and held all three items out to him with a stoic face.

"Just don't shoot the maids," Xander said, her first words to him that day. She was soft-spoken with a light voice, one that almost never rose above regular conversation level. She didn't need to tell him that they would have a hard time replacing the maids if the reason for needing them was murder. Xander tried not to say more than was necessary when speaking to people she didn't exactly like. How could she like him? He simply made her angry and very, very nervous. That wasn't the sort of relationship that made her go about shouting his praises, or lackthereof.

"I do need the practice," He said with a smirk as he took the guns from her and stood there, admiring them, holding them like precious treasures. Xander was quite unimpressed by his showy twirling and such, but was quite glad that havins his guns in his hands had shut him up. It was nice to be able to be in the same room with him without his mouth going off with every second, complaining and bitching about what she was or wasn't doing. He was eyeing those guns like his lovers, as if he couldn't live without them. She wondered if he has ever looked at another person like that, with love in his eyes, admiration in every fiber of his being. But then she thought, why, this suited him. His love should be directed at cold, hard metal. At lifeless, and life-taking, objects who could never return his affections. They were just tools, after all. Tools made for destruction, another thing that he cherished so much. She rolled her eyes at the thought of him pointing those guns at her, which he did often. He was such a baby when it came to his guns. He should know by now that nothing bad would come to them so long as she had them. Why, she had never even shot them. It wasn't because she did not want him to worry, no, it was because she had respect for other people's things. Respect. Something he would never be able to comprehend.

Xanxus put one of his guns away and took the bottle from, gulping it queitly. He glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eyes frowned. "Leave me."

Happy to do just that, Xander quickly left the room to go back to conversing with the guard about tightening security. Xanxus was having too much time to himself to be thinking contrite thoughts. She was sure he was up to something, but without proof, and without the ability to disobey an order, she simply did as she was told.

When Xander had left, Xanxus turned to stare after her, at the closed door. His red eyes could have seared holes through the door. He turned back to the window and gazed out to the sunlight. Xander might be a problem, or she might be used to his advantage. He knew what she was capable of, an ace marksman with a deady power, as useless as she was at physical combat. Still, what should he do? He already had the core Varia ready to make their next strike at Tsuna. Would he take her with him? She could prove useful. Maybe he would just kill her. That would solve all of his problems, wouldn't it? Taking a gulp of the vodka, Xanxus thought hard. He so enjoyed pushing her. And, she did whatever he told her to do, no matter how stupid. Would she contridict his orders to kill Tsuna because of the orders of Vongola IX to keep Xanxus detained? Who, in the end, would she listent too?

Where did Xander's loyalties lie?

And there ends the first chapter to our epic adventure! I hope you all enjoyed it and perhaps can convince me to continue writing?

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