Tale of Xanxus
Author's Note: I will bunch ages together, such as 'Infancy' 'child' and 'teen' etc. Childhood and Teens will have three or four chapters each depending on how I feel like it. But updates will be slow due to college exams and work, since I am a second year *dies from stress*
Chapter Two: Infancy
Most people don't remember their baby stages; their first words, steps, and tooth but Xanxus wasn't your ordinary guy he remembered patches of these moments but the more he grew up the more he forgot them, he saw them to be irrelevant now days, he thought all memories to do with his mother and the slums that way except for a certain two or three.
Xanxus was a fast learner when it came to new skills, when he was about eight months he could walk and talk when most other children were still babbling and crawling around. Only thing was Xanxus didn't like walking much, so usually relied on doing hand jesters to make people pick him up and bring him around, and give him food on his demand if they had any to spare.
His most vivid memories of his childhood was that of his first birthday, many of the people within the area he lived in gathered; celebrating the day with small amounts of food they could pilfer from shops and restaurants. In the slums children were raised by the community and by their parents if the parents had not already died or left them there on the streets to fend for themselves, it was common that several women would allow a child that's not their own to call them "Mama" and for them to dress and feed them. If Xanxus remembered correctly he had over five different 'mothers', all who dressed and fed him and cooed over him every time they saw him…they loved him, when he was in his thirties he realised they loved him more than his mother ever did and he kind of missed them the odd time whenever he felt lonely.
He barely remembered half of the people who had came to his birthday, some of them brought their children, or adopted children, some came with stolen presents or make-shift items that they thought would keep the young Xanxus occupied for hours. Not much happened at his birthday party, adults drank stolen or ill afforded wine and beers, kids played games, and others cried for some attention, Xanxus played with a young girl only a month or two younger than himself…his method of playing consisted of pulling her ponytail as she cried.
"Awww look at lil' Xanxie playing with lil Calima" one of the women he called mama acclaimed happily to his actual birth mother, his mothers concern was limited to a simple sigh as she walked over to her son and picked him up, preventing him from pulling at the young girl's golden locks any further.
"That's bold Xanxus! Your to play nice, with others not be a hindrance keep it up and nobody will want to serve you when you become a boss of a family" she scolded him by giving her son a small smack, although an infant she did not see any other way to put her son in place. Xanxus' red eyes began to tear up, only understanding the pain began to cry angrily at what had been done, being scolded and being prevented from having his idea of fun.
"Stop that! You little monster your making a scene, oh forget it Kastis take Xanxus" His mother passed him to the woman who had made the observation of him playing with the young girl, she rocked him and kissed his head, easing his temper tears. He began to laugh as she played the tossing game (toss in the air and catch) and she held him close once more before setting him back to play.
"Little Xanxie, you be good for mama and mama will give you a little treat" Kastis whispered into his ear, intriguing the young infant. He walked clumsly to the young girl he was playing with earlier, but instead of pulling her hair like before he began to steal her doll, it was nothing more than one-eyed baby doll, but that was yet again irrelevant, he just wanted it.
"Mine!" he screamed at the young girl, as he tried to clasp a grip on the bald one-eyed doll that she held dearly. Her dark-skinned hands gripped on tightly to the doll, but unfortunately for her, he happened to be stronger than her and stole the doll away from her but made her fall on her bottom in doing so, causing a loud shrieking cry to be heard.
"Eeeeyaaaaaaaahhhh!" was repeated for a few minutes until he gave the doll back, none of the adults had paid attention to the commotion, as they believed it was only a 'kid thing' and nothing worth fixing unless it caused physical harm. Her eyes were puffy from the tears, and she ended up grabbing his arm and holding on till her tears subsided leaving only the after crying hiccups. Xanxus stayed there in a small huff knowing in a weird way that if he tried pull away she would cry again and get him in trouble, so he sat with her dozing off until he was called upon.
An hour into the gathering, Xanxus was picked up by his birth mother, and brought to the table were the food was at, there wasn't much food, just a small homemade cake, some biscuits and small finger foods. His birthday cake had one candle on it, the candle was lit and its flame danced to the breeze that existed in the room, the small drift of smoke got in Xanxus' nose making the young boy sneeze…putting out his candle before he could blow it out.
"Oh dear, lets relight the candle" spoke one of male visitors as he used his cheap lighter to relight the candle. The room began to sing Happy Birthday to him in Italian, some in English as the song finished they waited for Xanxus to blow out his candle; instead he yawned in his mother's arms, not caring for the event anymore so his mother blew it out for him instead, making the room shout its cheers and spread the very little amount of cake between them.
Small gifts were given to Xanxus, the only one he remembered was given by Kastis as she held the young Calima in her arms; the present was a small lion teddy as white as snow, it didn't cost much it would have now days been as much as two euro. He didn't name his teddy till he was about three and by then it was called Bester.
As night came in, the guests left the house only leaving those occupying the house, in the slums about two families occupied the broken down houses. The other family consisted of a man and woman and their son Levi, Xanxus didn't get along with their son at all and usually ignored the elder boys pleas to play with him anytime Xanxus was playing with his toys.
His mother put Xanxus in his cot, tucking him in with his teddy covering him with his blanket since birth. She kissed her sons head, rubbing his cheek as he began to doze off; she smiled as he slept with a single tear trickling down her face. The last thing he remembered was the words she spoke that night to him.
"I love you my baby, no one will ever take you away from me"
He would have never thought those words to be anything but true, but to as an adult he saw it as the first lie to ever be spoken to him by someone he had loved at such a young age…
Extra: Forgive me for overly bad writing styles, and yes I have featured my possible OC Calima into the story. If she becomes to Mary-Sue please do inform me…she won't feature during the canon arcs as obviously she was not present in them. I will do a bio when she takes a bigger role in the story if you want me to do so.
