Disclaimer: Amano Akira-sensei owns Reborn! and all its characters; I solely use them for writing funtimes.
Author's Note: I'm sincerely happy to know a lot of you have been enjoying this series as much as I have. Who knew these two had such a popularity? :D
He came to realize he had been thinking a lot lately. And Squalo hardly ever enjoyed doing that.
He didn't want to think. He felt it was pointless, taking into consideration his current dilemma, and would much rather go with his raw instinct as he normally did.
But things were far past normal now.
Which brought him back to his situation; there he sat, nude and alone on his Hotel bed, box of tissues in one hand and glass of alcohol in the other.
He could not even remember why he had done what he had in the first place.
Tilting his head back as he swallowed the rest of the beverage, he sneered at a nearby wall before suddenly throwing his glass at it with a sudden burst of ire. As it shattered and cascaded in a morbidly beautiful display, he slapped a hand onto his forehead out of further frustration.
The bastard was in every damn thought he had that week. In fact, each one might as well have been dedicated to his Boss.
Scrubbing his face with his left hand, he stared at the empty space beside him, and suddenly felt a rare wistfulness wash over him. A pathetic grin tugging at him, the silver-haired Mafioso tried his best to keep his nausea at bay as he heaved a sigh.
And there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop himself from acting like so.
It was stupid. The act itself was wrong and dirty and simply a temporary fix spawned from desperation to reconcile his current heartache ー yet, there he was, pale hands roaming over equally pale flesh, as an image of the fake Vongola roused his mind.
He wished he had control over the way his body reacted at the mere mention of the man; he hoped that one day he would be able to get over his current… infatuation, so that he would not have to spend his nights alone as he was now. He wanted to know why he was doing this to himself in the first place.
But as he breathlessly called out Xanxus' name into the cold and vacant room, body trembling, something in his mind clicked.
He would never, because he had been caught asunder by the brunette's intoxicating influence since long ago.