Distance

"Where are you? Xanxus!"

"I am somewhere far away from you, idiot."

"Quit playing jokes! Where the hell are you?"

"I already said, somewhere far away from you."

The line went dead. Superbi Squalo let out a cry of anger and slammed the phone back into the receiver. He was angry. Very, very angry. His boss simply abandons him and runs away without telling anyone.

Somehow he had managed to get a hold of Xanxus', but Xanxus refused to tell Squalo where he was. No clues were given, just that he was "far, far away." And every time Xanxus said that, Squalo would burst into rage, throwing furniture and antiques all over the mansion.

Until finally, one day, he calmed down. Sitting on his bed, he ran a hand through his silver hair. Far away from you. Where would that be? America? Saudi Arabia? The North Pole? All Squalo could think of was getting his dear boss back. Nothing else mattered to him right now.

His work started to pile up and contracts for certain administrative things were left unsigned. His subordinate would frequently see him pacing around his room in the mansion, grumbling and muttering about where the hell Xanxus is.

A knock was heard at the door. "What." He asked coldly, shooting a glare at the door that was creaking open. "Ushishi, I heard that Squalo had been angry lately." A sly voice was heard by the door. A blonde boy with bangs covering his eyes poked his head through the creak, a large chesire grin plastered on his face, gracing his features. The silver-haired man narrowed his eyes, "What do you want, Belphegor?"

Said boy named Belphegor chuckled lightly, entering the room. "I know what the boss meant." He bluntly stated, face still pastered with the grin that Squalo disliked so much. Squalo gave a loud grunt, "No one else but myself knows about Xanxus' new number. How do you know what he meant?"

Belphegor's grin simply grew wider, "Squalo, you do not get it, do you?" He teased, shifting his body slightly. Squalo's eyebrows raised, curious at the boy in front of him. "I do not know how you managed to listen to our conversation, but tell me what you know." The blonde boy giggled, placing his hands haughtily in his coat pockets.

"Ever thought that, that might not be Xanxus on the line?" Belphegor asked. Squalo's eyes grew wide. Belphegor continued, "Maybe it is not him. Maybe it could be one of his subordinates. After all, you cannot see the person you are talking to."

Squalo snapped. He grabbed Belphegor by the collar, but the blonde boy did not flinch the slightest, his grin still intact. "What do you mean?" Squalo demanded, eyes filled with anger and detest. Belphegor snickered, "The boss is dead."

The silver-haired man stunned for a moment, before releasing the grip on Belphegor. That was impossible; his boss dying only happened if hell froze over. Squalo sat back on the edge of his bed, unable to handle the shock. Belphegor's grin slowly faded, hinting that he himself felt quite sad. "Squalo, Squalo." He sang, his lips now in a mere straight line, "No one told you, right? We all knew. His subordinate was on the line, not him.

"When he said he was far away, he meant he was not in this world anymore." Belphegor finished, walking towards the large window and looking up into the night sky, shimmering brightly with thousands of stars. "He's up there somewhere. Or down there maybe." He said with dry humor.

Squalo stayed silent, unable to say anything. Feeling satisfied with the silence, Belphegor's Cherise grin returned and he walked towards the door, "Well, I shall leave you alone now." He announced, before leaving the room and shutting the door with a small "click".

Squalo was a grown man. In no way would he cry from pain, nor would be ever sob openly. He did not do so that day.

He did not make a sound as two streams of clear ran down his cheeks.

There was just too much distance between him and his boss.