10) Ready, set, go!
They drove to a mansion, just stopping close by the gate where the surveillance cameras couldn't see them. Killing the engine, Squalo twisted around to look at Mira who lay on the back seat. "Stay here till I tell you to come out", he said, "If anyone sees you, kill them. You can do that, right?"
Mira grinned at him. "You sound like my dad; don't worry about me, alright? Just go talk to him".
Finally, he drove in. As soon as he parked, he got out and slammed the door shut. Here we go.
The last of his drink—a mix of sherry and vodka—sloshed around in his glass as he shook it. Xanxus sat out on the veranda, scowling at everyone beneath him. Damn pests, he thought. Just then, a familiar head of white hair bobbed among the crowd as it made its way into the mansion. What the fuck does he want now?
He heard his footsteps as he crossed the veranda. Xanxus didn't bother turning around—yet. "I don't remember asking you to come here".
"I know, but there's someone here to see you", Squalo replied.
"Fuck that". In one smooth motion, he sent his glass flying toward Squalo's head.
Suddenly, an unknown force pulled the swordsman down, causing him to duck. Standing behind his was a silver-haired girl holding the glass he had thrown—now frozen contents and all in her flaming white hand.
Xanxus felt the sudden drop in temperature and smirked. Maybe he isn't so useless after all.
woah.
short chapter. that is definitely a first.
well, do me a favor and review, k?
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