Hey, hey! Sorry for the long wait, I hope you enjoy the second chapter of my story!^^ It's not edited yet though, so I hope you don't mind.
With that in mind, Cain pulls his delicious blankets over him and decides fuck this shit and proceeds to bask in his deserving gift called sleep. As he tried to zone out the absolute chaos that erupted behind him, he heard the white haired moron screaming, and still screaming, and wonders tragically just when is it ever going to stop? Is this how his targets felt whenever he teased them, insanity and annoyance? It just. Wouldn't. Stop.
"VOOOOOOOIIIIIIII, YOU SHITHEAD! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THOSE FUCKING BLANKETS BEFORE I COME OVER AND KILL YOU MYSELF." The voice screamed, and Cain only replied with the beautiful word of silence, which pissed the other off as it started his long ass scream. Again.
"How dare you disrespect the boss this way! I will fry you!" Cain ignored the new voice that butted in as he tried to achieve the ultimate state of a coma.
"Ushishishishi, so this is the Cloud peasant we've been looking for? He doesn't seem much to the great Prince, why don't we just kill him?" Cain has never felt so flattered that all of them came here personally to murder him.
"But he's soooooooo cute!" A flamboyant voice gushed, and it horrified Jack-of-All-Trades because he could feel the Varia member's face in front of his. "We must keep him! Just look at that adorable sleeping face, it would be a waste to get rid of him!"
"Mou, he's a valuable asset. I didn't let you use my information for free just so you idiots can kill him." Yes, Cain thought, listen to the cute squeaky voice.
This, however, triggered another screaming fest towards him and Cain was about to groan when his saviour came to his rescue.
"Shut the fuck up, you scums." Not the voice he was looking forward the most, but he appreciated the silence.
Cain snuggled deeper into his blankets as he contemplated the snarl that belonged to the one and only leader of the Varia, Xanxus. He's feared in the Underworld, having destroyed countless of groups that stood in his way single handedly, and didn't give a shit if it continued to disappoint the Vongola Ninth. Cain snorted. The man could give heart attacks to his enemies for just being in his own personal blacklist, which was a million times worse than being in the Varia's blacklist.
He was strong. Ridiculously strong as he's considered to be one of the most powerful man in the mafia and for having assembled one of the strongest guardian sets, consisting of very skilled assassins that would follow him to the end of the world for him. Because he understood them and cared for them in his own violent way, according to the words of Timoteo Vongola himself when his acquaintance questioned Xanxus' attraction as a Sky.
To many, that was the reason why it made Xanxus a great leader for the Varia, having a knack for murder and blood, and the ability to get things finished without the consent of others. To others, they wanted him dead in hopes of shattering the foundation of the elite assassination squad, Varia. And when the delighted enemies heard that Xanxus lost his rights to be heir to another potential that was rumoured to be nothing but a teen, they sneered at the bravado of a reputation the weak Xanxus had spewed.
It was a chain of slaughter that was bound to wreck havoc as Xanxus and his guardians hunted down every single person that ever doubted his reputation. Cain knew, knew and understood his fury, because Xanxus never lied about his reputation, he created it. Made it happen and fought victories to bring fear and power to his name, and whoever thought that they could belittle the things Xanxus was proud off, died in his and his guardian's wrath combined.
Cain respected that as an individual. On the other hand, the respect that Cain holds for Xanxus was only if the man was far far away and not here in his house. Bothering him from the nap that he so very deserves, and mentally screams profanities when the man continues to disrupt.
"Scum. You're mine." Xanxus began possessively and Cain almost jerks up at the sudden words. "My guardian. My Cloud."
Cain freezes, did he just say what he thought he said?
"You're fucking coming with us." Xanxus stated, and Cain knew that the assassin was reaching out to him in hopes of a harmonisation.
He was forcing a bond.
To chain him.
Cain's wrath at those words exploded.
A crossbow was whipped out from underneath the pillows as it aimed at the startled group, the weapon loaded with a steel arrow unlike a wooden one. Cain's firm arm holding the weapon unwavering as the lone limb tilted it's angle, lilac eyes glaring murderously at them as he released it. The arrow flew like a bullet, a thud echoing around the damaged room as the dart lodged itself on the opposite side of the room. Cain was disappointed at Xanxus' tilt of the head, but the line of blood appearing on his cheek was more than enough as a warning. He'll lace the arrow tip with poison the next time.
Cain looked at them in cold fury, "How dare you. How fucking dare you. I will not be chained down by you, a mere Sky."
The term was said in such venom that it brought red eyes to narrow in thought as the silver haired member of the group to raise a brow in awareness. It made Cain seethe as he slowly propped himself up, his hair a wild mess as it added to the feral appearance as he abandoned the crossbow to the side, pulling a shotgun with his left hand. Cain ignored the pointed look(or frown) the insufferable prince shot at the bed, like he was trying to solve the mystery of exactly where the continuous weapons were coming from, and proceeded to aim the shotgun at Xanxus.
"You might be the Varia, you might be a damn Sky, but you have no right to decide where I belong. I won't follow a Sky that tries to make a guardian bond through touch, hah, that's pathetic. Sure, I acknowledge your skills as the leader of your group, and hell, I admire them. But if you think that, that gives you a leverage to collar me, you're sorely mistaken." Cain spoke, finger tightening on the trigger.
Cain hissed, "I. Am. Not. Your. Fucking. Cloud."
It was a hushed silence before the ridiculous man with the ridiculous afro hair sputtered, "B-but the visions from the future!"
Jack-of-All-Trades scoffed, "So that's what it was. The future, huh, well screw it. The future is never set you moron, it's only a possibility of a possibility that I will never take. Now, you better get out of my house right now, before I pull this trigger and blow your face up."
Cain, as a finishing touch, smiled merrily at the afro man, "I would be happy to do so!"
Silence once again, and Cain thrived in it as he felt sluggish, the sleep catching up to him. Bad, Cain thought, he still needed to look like a angry savage little thing to these morons. He would not lose.
"You…" The white haired commander spoke with narrowed eyes.
Cain looked on in passive wary, shotgun still not moving from where he aimed it towards the Afro man, glancing towards the shark. The one who spoke furrowed his brows, realizing something before giving a odd stare.
"You're...fucking drooling, shithead." The man answered lamely, pointing a finger at Cain's face.
"Fuck." Cain swore as he wiped the side of his face, pouting at his reputation that was slowly getting damaged.
Cain sighed in frustration as he brushed his hand through his hair, "You know what. Fuck you. Fuck you all. I just wanted to sleep before you assholes came and ruined that. So let me sleep, you dipshits."
The silence seemed to be popular these days as the assassins just stared at him like he wasn't a fool who just threatened the people who could kill him in matters of seconds.
Jack-Of-All-Trades scoffed in dismissal, clearly not amused as he tugged at his covers, throwing a last squinted look at them, "So. Goodnight."
Silverette twitched his eye as he prevents the struggling man by grabbing on the other side of the bedsheet, "VOOOOOOIII, LIKE HELL I'LL LET YOU SLEEP! GET YOUR ASS UP!"
The shark man turned towards the blond of the group, "Voi, Bel, shred the bed!"
The prince flipped his knives with no hesitation.
"Ushishi, gladly." And proceeded to lung at the bed in comedic fashion.
Cain twisted around hurriedly and grabbed the arms that hovered over his head. Limbs struggling against the blond who leaned his body weight on the weapon in hand with a massive grin, the tip of the blade hovering very close to his face. The cloud user strained a fake smile, "I'm quite sure this is an attempted murder, your highness."
"Ushishishi, why should I care?" The other replied gleefully, adding more pressure to the handle.
Duh, they're the Varia. Cain hummed thoughtfully, "Point taken."
"Bel-chan! You can't kill him just yet, we still need him!" The flamboyant man chided, looking disapprovingly at the boy.
"Do it, Bel, do it." Afroman encouraged right after.
Bel frowned at the older's encouragement, sitting up with crossed hands, "I've lost all motivation because of you, you sick-perv."
Afroman took offense as he jerked his fist angrily, "Why you!"
A baby sighed, and Cain almost gaped at the fact he, or she, or they, or whatever it is they were, were meditating in mid-air. Though, the word illusionist did cross his mind as he saw them, and the word Arcobaleno soon after. Cain mentally groaned, feeling the world was working against him as he threw blondie off the bed. Fuck him. The prince landed with a hiss, a vein popping as he glared murderously at the Jack-of-All-Trades, his bangs covering nothing as his gaze seemed to burn through that.
"I'll kill you, you filthy peasant." The assassin snarled, daggers flickering into the air in a honestly graceful display.
"Try it." Cain challenged with flashing lilac eyes, ready to grab his flamethrower in his trusted pillow.
"Bel-chan!" Flamboyant chided with a pout, doing an odd body wiggle.
Afroman was still chanting underneath his breath, waving his fists while muttering 'do it' over and over again. The silverette only groaned loudly as his hand smacked at his face, teeth gritting as he roared while jabbing his arm sword at them, "VOI! You fucking idiots, knock it out before I fucking kill both of you myself!"
"Shut up, you loud shark!" Bel and Cain shouted at the same time, only to turn startled at each other.
They sized each other up silently, judging each other before the tiara wearer grinned.
"Ushishishi, it seems like great minds think alike Cloud peasant." The blond giggled gleefully and Cain hummed.
"Not bad, your highness." They shook their hands in comradice before Cain settled back into his bed while the prince crossed his arms and looked at his nails.
The Shark man gaped at the incredulousness and thought, did he just witness Bel of all people befriending their target because of some stupid insult uttered at the same time and ended up with the teen-going-through-puberty non-hostile?
The man spluttered, "What. The. Fuck?"
"Squ-chan, language!"
"Shut the fuck up, Lussuria!"
The Mist Arcobaleno rubbed their eyes, "I'm stuck with idiots. The lot of them, all idiots."
By now, everyone was screaming at each other, shouting ridiculous death threats while swinging their weapons around, and oddly enough, Cain saw a couple of booty swings now and then. The target sighed in bemusement, feeling like his soul would leave any moment from the sheer disgust at their were too loud.
It didn't last long before everyone froze, looking like deer caught in headlights, and Cain couldn't help but shudder along with everyone else when they heard it. The rumbling sounds of chuckles resounding through the room that belonged to none other than the boss of Varia, and Cain wondered briefly if Xanxus was alright, mentally at least, or if he finally snapped when the man all but roared in laughter. While the guardians and target watched in wary silence, Xanxus continued to howl, before it abruptly seized. At the sudden lack of sound, the guardians twitched and Cain couldn't help but stare in suspicion at his next actions, making sure he could find his detonator if it was absolutely necessary.
Without Cain's knowledge, Xanxus somehow generated a chair out of thin air, and was currently leaning forwards on it. An amused and bloodthirsty grin on his face as he leaned on one fist while the other clutched his gun.
"Interesting, trash." Xanxus declared while leaning back on his chair.
The boss smirked as he thoughtfully added, "You hate skies."
Cain blinked at the sudden fact, lowering his chin as he thumbed the detonator, feeling a sudden threat at the unexpected words. "What of it?" he questioned carefully.
"What would you say," Xanxus began slowly, "If I could convince you otherwise."
A flash of surprise and ludicrous crossed Cain, and he laughed, "Pray tell me how you're going to do that, I'm all ears."
Something gleamed in those red eyes, burning with intensity, "That depends if you'll accept coming with us for a while."
Cain narrowed his eyes, was this a trick question? It could be a trap, and who knows what will happen if he accepted the request. However, the possibility that this would turn out to be a favour on his side had...potential. Yet, latching onto attachments are…
Lilac eyes closed shut in resolution as his grip on the detonator loosened, "I'm sorry to say."
Cain's lips twisted into a bright ominous smile as he thumbed the detonator again, purple eyes burning with passion as he chuckled darkly.
"I refuse." With those words, he grinned like a cheshire cat and moved to press the detonator that would surely set off in a couple of seconds.
Cain mentally cackled to himself as he pulled the covers from him, moving to stand on one knee to make his escape and pressed the de-
What?
Cain's hand went slack as the detonator fell from his grip, and he wondered briefly why he couldn't move. Lilac eyes turned slowly towards his arm that held the detonator once, and to his surprise, the flamboyant man was crouched next to him. The man grinned widely at him as his sun glasses gleamed, and it was at that moment he noticed a syringe was inside of him. A fucking syringe was poked into him- on the arm, more than half of the liquid already getting pumped into him by the man besides him. Cain watched in slow fascination as the fluid disappeared completely into his body, and when it happened, his entire world tilted.
He fumbled, collapsing to his bed in a heap of limbs as he gasped, pushing in futile to sit up. Cain cursed his carelessness, he should have noticed this sooner! When did they slip in the paralyser? At the sudden realisation that the atmosphere fluctuated abnormally around him, he looked up and noticed the Acrobaleno who was still floating in the air, looking bland and in control. Cain should have known that the damned illusionist did something. Gritting his teeth, Cain came up with the most embarrassing conclusion. They jailed him from the very beginning.
Sending a blood-curling glare towards Xanxus, Cain snarled, "You mother...fuc- guh."
The boss only smirked smugly in return, "I never fucking said that I would take 'no' for an answer, trash."
Xanxus reached towards him, and for a moment Cain thought the man would do the unforgivable when the hand retracted instead. The sky hesitated, red eyes contemplating before he sat back in sudden calmness, jerking his head towards the silverette who moved next to Cain. The world swiveled, and it caused him to groan while the shark man huffed unamused when he flung Cain over his shoulder, giving a unnecessary painful jump. From his sudden spot, Cain spotted the trailing members from behind, all watching him with avid interest and humour. Prince-dude was grinning, afroman was muttering to himself while looking glum, flamboyant-injector(this-guy-is-dead-to-him) was waving at him with much enthusiasm, and the baby levitated.
Cain glared, flipping them the birdy as a last attempt of defiance before collapsing in a world of darkness.
I hope you enjoyed that, please R&R on the way out of the theatre. LOL.
