"Benvenuta a la Vongola Famiglia" BONUS SCENE ~ Xanxus
Author's Note: Results of voting = Tsuna (40%) ; Xanxus (20%) ; Skull (20%) ; Hibari (10%) ; Byakuran (10%)
This author here is late in posting the bonus chapters so will do a mini scene for each character, as thanks to the readers having voted n(_ _)n Will try to post 1 bonus scene each day of GW, thanks for your patience.
The bad boy comes second after the good boy, although not the bad boy originally expected (x Let's hope this author here will write something good-yet-bad for you readers.
BACK IN THE BALLROOM ONCE EVERYTHING SETTLED & THE PARTY HAS RESUMED
"Phew...!" You stagger towards the sidelines, unable to hold straight after having been dragged from dance to dance by everyone, never mind the children still twirling on the dancefloor like if it was a game of spinning cups at the amusement park.
Your fingers finally find the comforting feeling of the velvet of a sofa, and you grab the arm of it to bring yourself to it, your eyes still unable to focus on your surroundings.
As you let yourself fall onto the soft cushion of the sofa seat, your eyes are already closed to try and recover, and you dig your face between your forearm and the arm of the sofa on which you've collapsed, wondering if you will have recovered before anyone notices.
TILT. But as you blink your eyes for a while, still feeling dizzy, an unexpected silhouette finds itself in your field of vision.
Crossed robust legs occupying the other half of the sofa... High-end tuxedo with fur collar matching the luxurious upholstery of sofa setting to perfection... Red wine swirling slowly in the crystal of a glass held by strong gloved hands... and most of all, this pair of arrogant eyes shining of icy-cold rage only needing a small detonator before burning anyone standing too close in flames...
SNAP. You've startled and sit correctly again in the blink of an eye at having suddenly realised where you've just sitted.
"... eh, don't you have guts, hmh." Xanxus cool statement feels like the ultimatum a liger would give a day-old puppy as praise for not knowing fear.
You've frozen with ominous cold sweats running down your spin, vaguely remembering some very embarrassing position you've end up in, although accidentally. To think that you've chosen this sofa out of all of them, just what was your preservation instinct doing...
You try not to steal a glance a the one occupying two-third of the sofa beside you, somehow wondering if his armchair from before got destroyed during the fight with the gigantic octopus, and also wondering if you might have a chance to survive if you stand slowly to sneak away.
TILT. Your eyes are caught by his and you forget to breathe, caught red-handed.
It takes long seconds of agony before Xanxus lets you off the hook and allows you to avert your eyes, although you're not sure how he managed to hypnotize you into not looking away for all that time... preservation instinct, maybe...
This time you try really hard not to look into his direction, half-guessing that if Xanxus is sipping his wine now, it might be a good time for you to...
"Hey." TILT. You freeze once again after having barely managed to lift yourself from the sofe for a couple centimetres.
"Get me more wine." This time you have no choice but look his way to see his request/order is indeed directed at you and not at a potential waiter.
Xanxus eyes are shining divertedly as he's looking straight into yours, his lips stretched into a smirk radiating of violence and arrogance. You gather all the composure you can muster to detach your eyes from him and stand up from the sofa, trying to remember how to breathe.
"And don't forget yours." The follow-up words spoken by the same lips feel like a death chime, cutting short into any possibility of giving his order to the waiter before disappearing far from such a dangerous person.
You turn your head mechanically towards Xanxus, full of disbelief about what your torturer might have in stock for you by ordering you to come back.
"What is this look for, hmh?" Xanxus' smirk turns even more amused and more violent, like if your attitude was making the fire under the ice of his countenance burn harder. "Is that a look of refusing? Or a look to beg and leave? Or... is that a look to hint that one glass is enough and you'll give it to me mouth to mouth?"
Your face has flushed crimson in less than a second, unable to react to any nerve signal of your body, be it fear, self-consciousness or vexation.
"Humph." GRAB. Before you could react and put some distance between you and the dangerous young man, he's grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you so forcefully that you fall backwards, landing heels-over-head on his lap for the second time of the evening.
"You're asking for it." Xanxus' tone is cold but his eyes are burning of unrestrained amusement when he pulls harder on your wrist to draw you to him, closing down the space between you and him at desperately fast speed.
Only half-a-metre left between you and his violent merciless stare...
Only thirty centimetres and his eyes are still burning of the same Rage Flames without letting you break eye-contact...
Only twenty centimetres and the day-old puppy might get devoured by the liger...
Only ten... five...