Disclaimer: Amano Akira-sensei owns Reborn! and all its characters; I solely use them for writing funtimes.
Author's Note: One major plus in writing for these two: I can easily write them with slight OOC, but it will not be outright noticeable as it would with other characters. How awesome is that?
Recently, the thought that maybe he had grown insane no longer seemed like a farfetched idea.
Staring, with eyes wide and mind thoughtlessly blank, the silver-haired Mafioso gaped like a flustered schoolgirl being asked out by her school idol.
And, essentially, that was not all that far from the truth, either.
"Che, you sure about this?"
Even after his Boss sent him a hardened, threatening glare, he refused to flee like a dog with its tail between his legs.
ー because he could literally see that was the expression his superior had hoped to see him in.
Heaving a sigh, Squalo briefly scratched at an imaginary itch on his head, before snatching a manila folder out of a tanned hand's grasp and taking his leave.
As he stomped his way to his room to prepare his things, he had not noticed the slight movement of the fake Vongola's hand had made to slip a small note into the packet. Furthermore, being done with the knowledge that he wouldn't dare even look at the contents into he made his way to the base in Japan, the Varia leader grinned self-contently, leaning back in his seat as he propped his feet upon his escritoire.
Hesitantly knocking on his door, after receiving the okay, Lussuria strode in with a knowing look practically glowing off his features.
"Mah, Xanxus, couldn't you have at least seen him off~?"
Taking a step back at the warning glare, he held his hands defensively before himself.
"He doesn't need me to hold his fucking hand."
He practically chucked his wineglass at the flamboyant male, for the sly smirk playing on his lips; had it not been for the next words that rolled off his tongue.
"Of course not; but he obviously would appreciate the gesture, anyhow~."
Making his way out of his Boss's office while he still had the chance, Xanxus on the other hand was too busy trying to figure out what he had meant.
And once he did, he smirked at the thought in his mind before finishing the rest of his prized, crimson liquid.
"It looks like I have a lesson to teach that useless piece of trash."
When he found it pointless in trying to stop Bel from stabbing Fran in the back, as amusing as it was, Squalo shouted at the two before hurrying off towards their private plane.
Faintly, a memory of a rainy day from years past lingered in his sleep on his way to the designated island. Surprisingly, as he woke halfway through his flight, he found the reminiscence to be a soothing parting gift from the very man that had sent him off.