"Where the fuck is my bear?" Russa let a hefty growl ooze from her throat. She pointed one thin finger at a barren, four-post bed. Her room at the Varia's mansion was rather plain, though it had been insanely expensive, seeing as she hardly ever stayed at the hideout. Not even the curtains shared any resemblance to the blood spattered, formaldehyde scented drapes in her own mansion. In fact, her territory in the mansion was decorated only by gorgeous works of taxidermy and a meticulously carved writing desk. There was a slight indentation on the silken black covers of Russa's bed, the exact size of a plush bear. Russa contorted her face grossly and let salt water well up in her hypnotizing eyes.
"Where the fuck is my bear?"
"That stupid thing was disgusting, I threw it out... Voi! You're such a child." a statuesque man, silvery hair flowing behind him, came stomping down a lush, carpeted hallway. He had tethered a perfectly forged sword to his left wrist with a length sturdy red fabric which he waved in front of Russa's face before grabbing her arm. Squalo spun her hand behind her back, hoping to hear a yelp of pain. The young woman ripped her body away from his in a swift movement. Her eyes burnt with a fiery passion, one so deep that it could easily be spotted by a blind man. Russa stamped her wooden sandaled foot against the ground with all her might, only receiving a tiny tremor from the walls around her by doing so. She silently cursed herself for being such a feeble bodied person.
"I. Want. My. Bear. Back. You. Sharkie. Bastard." Russa snarled, biting down on the inside of her cheek. She winced away a heavy dose of tears and sniffles in order to uphold her promise of not looking fragile and forceless in front of other members. The teddy bear she kept at the Varia mansion meant more than anyone would ever know.
"Ha! Ha! Cobra, you've sold more drugs and smuggled more guns than I thought possible!" a very portly man clapped one heavy hand down on his cluttered desk. He took a drag off the huge cigar poking out of his lips before flicking some ashes into a half-drunk cup of brandy. An eight year old Russa sat, apprehensive, in a nicotine scented chair. She stared at the rather terrifying man in front of her, keeping up with a ruse of faux innocence. Russa had decided that acting as though she weren't a bloodthirsty heathen would benefit her greatly in the grand scheme of things. The rotund male she worked for was none the wiser; nobody aside from her family honestly knew what she was like. Russa had discovered that she actually quite enjoyed creating new personas for herself and took it upon herself to act things out perfectly.
Occasionally, she would slip up and make a comment that just reeked of darkness and evil. But most people simply ignored her falters as she was a rather adorable child. Her eyes were entrancing, pupils long and skinny, the soft, glowing violet that made up her irises varied perfectly in shading. They were absolutely hypnotizing and reminded people of the animal she had named herself for. People had created myths and legends to make themselves feel a bit better about the child with the eyes of a snake and Russa was gifted her name as an assassin. Kid Cobra, the sheer embodiment of manipulation and control.
She currently found work forcing rock bottom drug addicts to buy into cocaine and smuggling grotesque amounts of weaponry and booze. Whenever a policeman caught onto the family she was involved in, Russa would suggest that they disappear for a while or simply point them in the direction of keeping things secretive. Certain people even referred to her as a 'Trump card' and, from what she'd heard, a reclusive group of assassins were beginning to take an interest in her ways.
"Cobra, you've gotta expand your horizons! Get your ass into the real game! I saw that work you did on the detective, you're ready to start killin'." the chubby man grinned. He blew a wisp of smoke in Russa's face, acting crass and crude as always. She let a slight growl echo in her throat. Peasants were so disgusting. They clomped around with no regard for hygiene or how utterly pitiful their material possessions were. That reminded Russa to push her tiara back into it's correct spot atop her head. The husky male reached down beneath his desk and pulled out a stuffed bear. It was dark brown, with two circular, black beads serving as eyes and a black lump for a nose. It had cutesy ears, a swirling mark on each to represent cartilage, and four legs, each with a black circle of fabric sewn onto the center.
"I-is that... F-for me?" Russa stuttered purposefully. Her face lit up when the meaty boss nodded. She'd never received a plush toy that she actually enjoyed before. Dignitaries and diplomats thought the princess of Russia would adore being showered in such items, but Russa detested it. She plucked the teddy bear off her boss' unorganized table with a huge, honest, smile.
"There's a switchblade inside and orders for your first kill." he nodded approvingly.
"Voi! Are you looking to die?" Squalo snapped Russa from her nostalgic state.
"You sorry asshole! You took my bear, and I want him back." she sneered. Russa stared deep into her enemy's eyes, hoping he wouldn't notice the rather obvious tears.
"Don't look at me with your freaky eyes! I'll cut them out!" Squalo gripped Russa's kimono sharply. He lifted her up in the air, pressing the blade of his sword against her neck. The hypnotist was suddenly dropped to the floor. Squalo's eyes lost their angry luster, growing dull and lifeless. He pivoted on his heels and began to storm off.
"I'll get your stupid bear, Xanxus needs to see you."
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"Xanxus." Russa said, bowing with the utmost respect for her boss. She smiled, knowing exactly what was about to happen. Though Russa was having quite the issue keeping herself from bursting into a frazzled sob, she would not allow herself to bawl before the master of the Varia. Later in the evening she'd undoubtedly crumble and end up puffy eyed with broken capillaries. But, for now, she was the strong, conserved princess of Russia.
"What happened in Japan? Vongola X?" an attractive onyx haired man sat, regal and imperious, at the head of an oblong table. Russa glanced out a gleaming window, breathing calm and even to keep the tears away. She took another deep breath and exhaled coolly before beginning. This was her singular opportunity to grasp the position Mammon held. That was her true inspiration for being so careful on her most recent mission. It was her reason for performing a horrid experiment on Gokudera. Russa wanted to be the mist guardian. She wanted to be the only one in the Varia who fought with their mind. She deserved to destroy that useless Arcobaleno.
"I've infiltrated their family with simple ease. I'm going under the old alias of Kid Cobra, and the children are none the wiser. I trust you received the full reports I wrote on each of the guardians located?" Russa paused. Her boss nodded, the colorful plume of feathers and tails attached to his head shifting slightly. She remembered putting the preserving agents on his foxtail accessory, something Xanxus had not thanked her for though the gratitude was now evident.
"But what I need to tell you is that our little Sharkie-Boo made a mistake. The Vongola half rings he brought back are fakes. I received a call from my darling Goku-Boo, the storm guardian, and he was ecstatic about owning a half ring. The scum of the sea has been tricked, which means all of us have. Now, in exchange for how well I'm doing, I was wondering if I might have Mammon's position. I-"
"Go." Xanxus growled lowly.
"But Mammon is usele-" Russa was cut off by the slap of flesh against flesh. She was sent tumbling to the floor, her cheek bright red with pain. The female spat out a mouthful of blood, creating a Rorschach on the checkered tile floor. Russa's lip cracked open, leaking plasma all over her kimono. The eyes of complex gorgeousness that sat within her skull began to ooze salt water.
Alright~! Back by somewhat popular demand, here's the 7th chapter of Butchery And Monotony. Thanks so much to everyone who's supported this story so far! Review please! Suggestions and criticism are welcome! Oh, and the next chapter will be fluffier than Russa's bear~ :3