A/N: Won't waste words on excusses, here's chapter 11 :3

Warning: Bad grammar, not to mention OCCness :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn


Chapter 11: The Assassin Squad

Xanxus glared intently at the white wall on the other side of the room. He was trying to keep his vision from making contact with the older male who was slowly pacing inside the room he was currently in, but failed no less. Our despicable former was sitting in one of the chairs inside the office of the Ninth Boss, listening to the old man.

The scarred male opted to sigh but decided not to do so. He surely didn't want to waste two more hours of his precious time, listening to the Ninth scolding him and giving him a lecture about what is wrong and what is right.

He cursed every god that existed at how he ended up within the four white walls. It began after he returned from his little, innocent visit to that worthless heir, Sawada Tsunayoshi.


Xanxus was standing outside of the room the brat was for a few seconds, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers before he began to walk down the hallway. Taking his time, he reached the elevators area but halted his steps when he was in front of the sliding metallic doors. Sliding off his hand from where it was inside the pockets, he pushed the button with an imprinting of an arrow facing downward.

The former waited for the motorized object to reach the floor he was in; as he waited, he slipped out from where his other hand was inside the pocket and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He heard the elevator stop at the same time as a small 'ding' echoed when the doors opened slowly. And once they fully opened for him, he entered.

In his little journey to the first floor, Xanxus began reflect and settle his thoughts concerning this predicament. Should he mention this to the Ninth? Or should he keep it as a secret from him?

He smirked. What fun was there if they found out by him?

And obviously… he chose the latter.

Xanxus didn't mention a thing from the memory loss to the Ninth or to the babysitter of the trashy brat after he arrived at the Hotel. Obviously, he had to call the old geezer, report himself, not mention a single thing about the small problem with the brat, receive his next orders and hung the phone.

But what he did do was to sit back in the reclining sofa inside the suite room he as staying, relax, open the bottle of red, fine wine which was on top of the small table next to the sofa, pour the wine into a drinking glass that was next to the bottle and stare out of the large window in front of him, while he petted Beaster.

The following morning, Xanxus packed his things and headed out to the door, into the elevator, out of the elevator, to the lobby desk, give his key (well throw his key) to the male attending him, glare at him, threaten him, swear at him, turn around and exit the five star Hotel to get to the airport to be in time for his flight.

…How he missed his red settee.

Xanxus was sitting in his trademark chair (more like throne), eating his deluxe dinner. He gave a sip to his glass half empty of red wine and kept the glass in his hand for a couple of seconds before he placed it besides the plate. The former took the fork and knife from where they were placed next to the glass, and sliced off a small piece of steak with his knife. He brought the slice of meat at eye level, and evaluated the steak on his fork. Nodding absently in his approval of the quality of the meat, he sank it over the tomato sauce. Ever so slowly, he brought the fork up, towards his awaiting lips.

And before he could even place the red meat in his mouth, Lussuria came bursting into the room; without knocking whatsoever.

"Boss~!" he called. Xanxus turned his gaze at the man without manners and glared at him as he lowered his fork down and closed his open mouth. "I'm so sorry for interrupting your dinner," Lussuria quickly apologized; for he knew Xanxus did not liked to be disturbed when he finally got something appealing eat. "But you have a phone call~" He sang. Xanxus opened his mouth to tell him he didn't give a shit about the fucker who was calling in the middle of his banquet.

But Lussuria seemed to know him all too well.

His carefree and optimistic side completely disappeared, and a serious façade was on its place. This left Xanxus a bit perplexed at the sudden change of character but he disregarded it.

"I think you would want to receive this one, Boss."

Xanxus stared at him before he grunted in agreement. He left his fork and knife on the plate to stand and leave the dine room. Taking his time, he walked ever so slowly, just to annoy the imbecile who dared to interrupt his dinner, to reach his private office. Once he arrived at the room, he took hold of the handle and turned the knob with a flick of his wrist.

The former entered the room and closed the door behind him before he took hefty steps to his throne-like chair, behind the desk. Once settled and comfortable enough on the chair, he reached the phone and picked it up from its resting place. He brought it up to his ear and called:

"What the fuck do you want?"

Only to receive in return:

"It's good to hear from you too Xanxus."

The said males' eye twitched at the voice.

"What do you want Arcoballeno?"

"Well…" Reborn started, "Where should I begin I wonder…" The hitman aggravated the scarred male, "Ah! I know from where," he exclaimed, "Let's begin with you not informing the Ninth or me from the memory loss of the Tenth," Reborn stated in a malicious and cold tone, "How's that for starters?"


"Xanxus…"

The gentle and soft voice called him, cutting his thoughts short. The scarred male opened his eyes—not noticing when he had closed them— and focused them at the wall behind the Ninth. His eyes twitched slightly when the body of the old geezer kept a firmer standing position in front of him and coughed into his hand to bring his attention to him.

And finally, he refocused his vision on the other. Xanxus kept his copper eyes on the figure of the older man in front of him. He stared at the old geezer for a few moments before he closed his eyes.

"Xanxus." The Ninth called yet once again, more decisively this time.

"…I already heard you the first time, damn it," said male gritted his teeth. Noticing this little meeting has ended, he stood up from where he was seated and headed towards the door. He quickly reached the only exit of the room, since he practically leaped out of his seat to get as swiftly as possible at the exit of the room he was in. He approached the exit and reached out to grab the door handle. With a flick of his wrist, it opened. But before he could take a step forward, the Ninth spoke.

"Take good care of him."

"…Tch."

And Xanxus knew, from that single phone call, he'll get one hell of a punishment. He expected everything, but not this kind of punishment.


"WHAT!" Squalo screeched bloody murder as he leapt from where he sat, making the chair fall backwards from the sudden action.

"We'll do WHAT?" his eyes grew wide as he saw a glass full of red wine coming his way, "V-VOOI!" But he dodged it (barely) just in time before it came in contact with his head. He stared at the red liquid rolling down the wall and the pieces of shattered glass on the floor; "VOOOI!" He turned around, "Why did you throw me—"Unfortunately, this time Squalo did not manage to dodge the rather large, expensive vase with flowers and water that came to his way.

"Shishi… The King is angry~" Belphegor chanted with a large grin on his face as he played with his knives.

"Yare, yare…" A cloaked figure said, Marmon to be exact, as he or she counted the mountain of bills of Euros, "I demand to receive a pay for doing such job." He (or she) demanded nonchalantly as he (she) continued his (her) actions.

"My, my~" Lussuria swished his index finger close to the edge of his mouth, "What a pleasant assignment!" He jumped out of his chair and twirled around on his spot, "I'm going to see the lovely form of Ryohei again!" He stopped twirling, "Not to mention the adorable Tenth!" he whispered lowly so his Boss wouldn't hear.

Fran furrowed his brows together and sighed. So I'll finally get to meet the Tenth after all this time… he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the chaos occurring around him.

"Boss…" Levi called worriedly, only to receive silence in return. But that it stopped him from asking: "When?"

Xanxus exhaled the breath on his lungs.

"When they arrive at the fucking mansion and when the fucking trash gets most of his reminiscences back."

"My, my~" Lussuria chanted, "I place dibs on the first week to keep an eye on him!"

"Shishishi, the Prince must be first since he is royalty."

Fran sighed.

"Yare, Yare… If I get paid first, I may guard him the first few days."

Levi grunted.

"Vo-Voi…" Squalo grunted in pain from where he was laying on the floor, bleeding from his injured head.

Xanxus scoffed.

"Be my guest."


A/N: I do apoligize if this chapter was not of your taste and too short... I'm lossing my touch (did I even had it? xD) So, I'm on vacations, summer vacations and upload like I uploaded before, once a week :D (IF i can, will be getting a job and have to have the house tidy up so I won't be scolded at D:)

Next Chapter: The Arrival

And if anybody is interested, chapter one of my G27 story is finished, I'll may be posting it some time soon.

Now that I think about it... this story seems to be one of those multi chaptered, long stories I've read before... If things go on like this, It may take a while for it to finish... so until then, I leave you guys on my care. *bows*

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