Day Job Chapter 7

Superbi Squalo.
Race: Vampire.
League: Aristocratic Piogga.
Birthday: March 13.
Blood Type: O.
Family: Mate (Xanxus), Adopted Children (Rasiel and Belphegor), Parents (Deceased).
Pets: Squalo Jr. (Shark).
Current Occupation: Cares for the family and occassionally participates in training young vampires who admire the sword.
Age (Vampire Years): 32.
Current Mate: Xanxus (Arranged).
Estate: Varia Village.
Activity: Nocturnal, Crepuscular.

Xanxus.
Race: Vampire.
League: Aristocratic Cielo.
Birthday: October 10.
Blood Type: A.
Family: Mate (Squalo), Adopted Children (Rasiel and Belphegor), Adopted Father (Alias: Vongola IX), Mother (Deceased).
Pets: Besta (Liger).
Current Occupation: Hunter.
Age (Vampire Years): 34.
Current Mate: Squalo (Arranged).
Estate: Varia Village.
Activity: Nocturnal.

Rasiel.
Race: Vampire.
League: Aristocratic Tempesta.
Birthday: December 22.
Blood Type: AB.
Family: Adopted Parents (Xanxus and Squalo), Twin Brother (Belphegor.)
Pets: Strella (Bat).
Current Occupation: None.
Age (Vampire Years): 16.
Current Mate: None.
Estate: Varia Village.
Activity: Nocturnal, Crepuscular.


Varia Village Aristocracy Estate... 8:00 AM

Belphegor was lying in bed, trying to sleep, but unable to. For some reason, he couldn't stop thinking about Fran, and the fact that in little over a week, their wedding would take place. Even though Belphegor was only sixteen years of age, he was allowed to marry, for he was a 'prince,' and the laws around town were particularly lenient with aristocrats.

"You awake still, Bel?" came the voice of his brother from beside him. Bel rolled over in the bed, and sighed as he saw his brother staring back at him.

"I was thinking about Fran," he murmured.

"Hmm? What about him?" the other prince replied. Bel gave a small sigh, and embraced his brother.

"His eyes, his skin, his hair, his voice... everything, really," the younger murmured. "I think I love him, Jill."

Rasiel grinned, and softly rubbed the other's back as he closed his eyes. "Well, that's a good thing. Before long, he's going to be part of the family."

"Mm...," the younger hummed, before also shutting his eyes. And so, these two princes slid into their maniacal world of dreams...

Meanwhile, in another room, Xanxus was lying on his bed, eyes closed. "Squalo...," he murmured. "Food..."

Xanxus was a male who's skin was darkened by sunlight. Scars from scraps with both vampire and human males stretched over his face, reopening and stretching across his face whenever he grew angry. His hair was dark, smooth, mostly short. His fangs were elongated, precious weapons of war, nearly reaching three centimeters, and his claws reached at least one centimeter each. His body was strong, muscular, yet lean. He bore with him the power of a true, purebred hunting vampire, even though his adopted parents weren't so. But regardless of his position as a hunter, he preferred to have meals handed to him, particularly by his arranged mate, Squalo.

Squalo was a strong vampire who was well trained in swordsmanship. He hadn't picked up a sword in years, though, because he was so busy taking care of his family. He had long, silver hair that reached as far as his waist, and sharp eyes that only softened for Xanxus and the twins. His skin was mostly pale, and his body was well toned with attractive, sinewy features. His voice was incredibly loud, and, like Xanxus's, quite gruff.

Squalo headed over to the pile of prey that Xanxus had caught to sell, and cut a good piece out of a hawk. He tossed the bludgeoned meat towards his boss, and he grinned as Xanxus effortlessly caught the piece in his jaws. The meat was easily snapped up and swallowed, leaving the ravenette with a satisfied grin on his face.

The swordsman walked back towards the bed, and leaned in, before pressing his lips against the other's cheek. "Xanxus," he murmured in the softest voice he could summon. "The boys are asleep..."

"Hmm...," the ravenette hummed back. "What are you asking for?"

Squalo grinned. "I think you very well know." The other chuckled, and dragged his shark into a warm, yet somehow cold embrace, allowing the silverette to rest on top of him.

"Too tired for that," the ravenette sighed, before breaking into a wide yawn. "But get close to me anyway... are you ready to sleep?"

"Heh, naturally," Squalo murmured, nuzzling into his mate's neck. "A parent of two little boys with a mate as lazy as you? Hell, sleep is all I need."

"I am NOT lazy," Xanxus rasped, coming in and sinking more than half of his long fangs into the shark's shoulder.

"Ah- damn-," the former swordsman grunted as his mate gave him a bite. "Xanxus... ah hell..."

"Mm...," the ravenette hummed in reply, smirking around the tough flesh. His shark was simply adorable during their exchanges. But he knew that giving much more to Squalo would be feeding into his foolish idea that the hunter really and truly 'loved' him, so he soon backed up again, not licking up the blood that trickled down his chin afterwards.

"Man, boss...," Squalo huffed, closing his eyes and placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're so... rough." As he spoke, a light, but noticable blush tinted his cheeks, and Xanxus snorted, immediately rolling over. Squalo sank into the bed beside him, and quickly fell asleep, leaving Xanxus alone with his mind.

Superbi Squalo.

That name was one that was simply divine. The man himself was so much more. He was so beautiful, in form, in voice, and in personality. Every vampire, female or male, in Varia village had dreamt of the silverette before. Xanxus was the only one who could call this amazing vampire his own, and yet, he wasn't content with Squalo. He didn't want a mate to begin with, and, as sweet as Squalo could be, something wasn't right about their union. Xanxus was certain that the shark loved him, but...

Something was missing.


Four days later, at 9:00 PM

The beautiful sound of a piano rung sweetly around the once quiet sushi restaurant, the pianist himself dancing his fingers across the keys as he played the song. His emerald eyes shone with delight as he slowly closed the song, and he smiled, feeling the delightful sensation as he pressed down the final key. Almost instantly, he could feel the warmth of a delicious applause as it filled the room, making him drown in the flutter of his own excited heart.

"Another gorgeous performance, Hayato!" announced Tsuyoshi.

"... And that was all today," Gokudera finished, folding his arms over his stomach. "Takeshi didn't say a word to me all day today, either. I think he's really mad or something."

"I don't believe so," Mukuro answered, as he crossed his legs. "It sounds to me like he's merely in a state of embarassment. Give him time. You've set your boundaries. Maybe he's just trying to follow alongside them."

"But...," Hayato began, his cheeks turning red, "... we kissed..."

"I know, you aren't used to this sort of thing," Mukuro sighed. "Especially since your mate is so..." Hayato glanced over at the illusionist sadly, and the blue-haired male immediately silenced himself. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for."

"I think... I think it's time to end the session," Hayato sighed, going to sit up.

"Oh, do stay there. Allow me," Mukuro answered, standing and walking over to the silverette. Gokudera lied back down, then shuddered as his counselor came in close, uncomfortably so. It was always a pain when Mukuro collected his pain. With no money, the silverette had no options but to give his blood to the guide.

"Ah-!" Gokudera gasped as he felt the warm fangs pierce his shoulder. "Mm... Mukuro..." The guide gently kneaded his fangs into the other's shoulder to keep him calm, and took his cup's worth of blood slowly, making sure that the other wasn't uncomfortable for a second. Then, as Mukuro backed up, wiping the blood from his lips.

"Did I hurt you at all?" he whispered, and the silverette shook his head in reply.

"It's all right," Gokudera sighed. "Just get off..." The older vampire slowly did so, and Hayato sat up, sorely rubbing his shoulder. "I wish Tsuna would bite me like that...," he whispered.

Mukuro watched as the silverette sadly walked away, pity in his mismatched gaze. "Hayato...," he murmured. "I wish I could help you realize that Tsuna won't completely satisfy your needs, emotional or physical, however they may be."

*cough*

The guide turned around again, and his eyes grew wide as he saw his newest client, Hibari Kyoya. "Kyouya!" the illusionist called, his eyes brightening. "What are you doing here?"

The ravenette invited himself to the smooth, stone couch in the center of the clearing, and held out his hands. Within them was a tiny, quivering bird with the thinnest layer of light yellow feathers. "His name is Rokuppi. He was the only one to hatch."

"Chun, chun...," the little bird chirped. "Chun chun chun!"

"Rokuppi...?" Mukuro breathed, taken back. He cupped his hands, and Hibari slowly transferred the tweeting little bird to the guide.

"I can entrust his life to you and Mukurou," the ravenette said. "I'm certain."

"But...," Mukuro began, but by the time he had looked back up from the canary chick, Hibari had vanished. The illusionist looked back down, and smiled, rubbing the head of the quivering thing with two fingers. "Welcome home, Rokupii."

"Master? You done with your client?" Fran asked as he stepped back into the clearing after a hunt. He dropped the small animals he'd caught, however, the very moment he caught sight of the little thing in Mukuro's hands. "Woah, what's up with the bird?"

"It's a gift," Mukuro replied, his eyes gentle. "Did you bring home that pack of seeds that we were going to use for seasoning?" Fran walked over, and passed the mentioned packet to his master. He watched as the older being took out a handful of the seeds and allowed the nearly blind chick to peck them up. "Beautiful," the illusionist cooed.

Fran shrugged, and left once more, leaving Mukuro to shed his coat and improvise a tiny nest for the chick. "Truly gorgeous."

"... Just like Kyouya himself."

-End Chapter


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