Another continuation from the last drabble. Also while I would still very much like to thank everyone for taking the time to review I'd like to stress that I update as and when I can so please be patient between chapters. (Just to clarify, saying you'd like a quick update in a review is fine, but please don't leave me multiple reveiws/messages asking for me to hurry up). Anway hope you like the next installment ;D
Letting Go
"Hey!" growled Squalo, a huffy scowl on his face as he shoved open your front door and stalked into your apartment. "Why the hell aren't you picking up your God damn phone? I've rung seven times already!"
Biting back a frustrated groan, you closed your eyes and counted to 10, trying your best to stay calm. He really was the last person that you wanted to see right now. Which was exactly why you had been dodging his calls. But of course the stubborn bastard couldn't take a hint and give you your space.
You supposed you ought to be grateful that he hadn't started screaming.
"Squalo," you hissed through clenched teeth. "I can't deal with you right now. Get out."
"What?" squawked the shark indignantly. "What's your fucking problem? The hell have I done?"
SNAP
The thin vestiges of your patience breaking was so intense it must have been audible.
"What's my fucking problem?" you seethed, whipping around to face the sullen swordsman. "I'll tell you what my fucking problem is!"
As you ranted, your voice increased in pitch until you were shrieking.
"My problem is that I have just lost my job, and it's all because of you!"
You punctuated that last remark by hurling the small recording device (that you had still been clinging morosely) at his face, causing him to swear loudly and lift his hand to snatch said device out of the air before it shattered against his skull.
Apparently having Xanxus throw glasses at your head on a routine basis worked wonders for your hand eye co-ordination.
"What the..." he trailed off, his anger dissipating as his gaze settled on the wire.
A tense silence fell between the two of you as he stared grim faced at the piece of machinery in his hand.
"..."
"They asked you to spy on me."
The way he said it wasn't really a question, more a statement of fact. You answered it anyway.
"Yes!" you snarled as you picked up another item to throw violently in his direction (a cup, later cleaning of the shards would reveal). "Yes they asked me to bloody well spy on you! And you know what I said? NO! For God only knows what reason I said no! And now I have no job and no way to pay my rent, which means pretty soon I'll have no fucking home. And it's all because of you!"
Cold blue eyes stared at you, burning with some unidentifiable emotion.
Rage? Sorrow? Guilt? Fury? All of the above?
At this precise moment in time you didn't care to ponder it. Instead you busied yourself with venting your frustrations by hurling every available object at Squalo's person as you continued to berate him.
Spitting a curse, the silver haired Varia member dodged the onslaught of crockery and household appliances, before darting towards you.
Your temper tantrum was brought to an abrupt halt as your boyfriend threw you bodily into the wall, pinning your flailing limbs with his own.
"Will you just shut the fuck up already?" he demanded while he glowered down into your scowling face.
"Wha..."
Grunting his annoyance at your stubbornness, Squalo cut off your protest by capturing your lips in a domineering kiss.
Finding a new way to channel your rage, you responded with equal fervour.
As much as it hurt to admit it, you had made your decision. It was too late to go back. Time to let go of that other world. You didn't belong to it anymore.
As his hands released their bruising grasp on your wrists to fumble with his belt buckle, before eagerly hefting your legs up and wrapping them around his waist, you dimly supposed that perhaps this new world of yours wasn't so bad after all.
Friglit: Hey, if I was hitting that *points at Squalo dressed in a sexy santa outfit* I wouldn't be complaining about anything.
Squalo: *Eye twitches violently as he stands looking highly unimpressed in revealing santa costume*
Dino: Why is he..?
Friglit: For fanservice, why else? :D
Dino: Ah...*Edges away looking disturbed*
