He's the World to Me
Xanxus threw Squalo towards the low coffee table, shattering it's smooth glass top on the process.
Growling, the brunette braved the shattered shards to approach his whimpering second-in-command. Grabbing the shark's uninjured arm, the Varia Boss twisted the appendage until it gave a satisfying "Snap!"
The silverette howled in pain.
Still not content with the damage he had inflicted, Xanxus brought up a foot and forcefully stomped on one leg, then another, leaving the Varia Rain Guardian with four broken, useless limbs.
Squalo fell into a heap with a clatter on the floor, the sobs he was finally unable to stop escaping his mouth.
Xanxus clicked his tongue before walking past his fallen lackey, the crunching of glass below his boots replaced by the low thudding on carpeted floor the farther he got away from the scene. In five easy strides, he reached the entrance, the door creaking on its hinges as he made his way out.
The scarred man had hardly made two steps past the closed room before he heard the sound of hissing metal. He smiled grimly at the diminutive blonde with long bangs and fans of silver knives in hand.
"Hn. About time, scum," he acknowledged.
"Ushishishishi. I shouldn't have waited," cameBelphegor's reply.
Xanxus raised a brow. "Why did you? Didn't have the guts 'til now?" He smirked.
"It's quite the contrary, Boss." Prince the Ripper's maniacal grin hitched wider. "I've never stopped wanting to spill your guts since that first time your fist went in contact with his skin after he brought me here."
Xanxus shifted his weight to his other foot, the feathers on his hair rustling as he ruffled his dark mane. His hand settled on his holsters with a tap afterwards.
The younger man grit his teeth, weary of his superior's nonchalance. He slid his foot across the floor for better purchase and adjusted his grip on the blades he held.
A moment of silence passed.
"… So?" Xanxus cut through the tense atmosphere with his booming voice. "What stopped you?"
"He did," the Prince answered, decking the rest and leaving only four glinting knives in his grasp. "Every. Single. Time. He would crawl towards me afterwards and beg for me not to do anything."
The older man scoffed. "It's because of that you're still alive, blondie." He walked past his Storm Guardian. He had hardly made it far when a flying blade demanded his attention. The thin silver embedded itself on the wall with a thud even without its accompanying wires.
"We're not done here yet," the owner of the cutting metal growled. "How dare you turn your back on the Prince."
"Of course I dare, Trash. I'm your boss." The raging Sky spun on his heel and put his hands in his pants pockets.
"No you aren't." Belphegor turned to face his adversary, his knives glinting and chinking with his movement. "I just do what he wants me to."
Red eyes narrowed dangerously. Xanxus was getting tired of this conversation. "What's he to you anyways? Why's he so important to you? He's nothing but trash!"
"He may be trash to you…" Belphegor readied himself for the battle of his life. "But he's the world to me." With this, the battle started with his knives flying through the air.
I have no idea where I got this from. One moment I was listening to Hirotan's (Shimono Hiro) pervy epic voice as puchi-ero Toudou Heisuke, the next I was browsing some XS doujinshi I have in my laptop. I guess my brain decided to mesh the two together. Oh well. I'd like to know your opinions, everyone, so please leave a review~!
