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The Soul Mate chapters have been made into a proper story.
It's called Repeat.
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Title: Happy Birthday? (Squalo edition)
Summary: That is not a mother fu*king sword, Xanxus!
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Even before the smoke clears, Squalo is already moving. He isn't surprised that his attackers are the other Varia members but the Vongola brats are new. None of this changes his intent.
His twist drops him low into a crouch to avoid the weapons and on the second complete revolution he moves up again, sword flickering in and out in a graceful weave.
They only see the glint of a silver sword against a blur of Varia uniform colours and white hair. The ones attacking leap back, startled from the sudden appearance of the younger Superbi Squalo.
The sword master comes to a halt, hair still whipping around him from the momentum and forming a lattice of white surrounding his body.
"Vooooiiiiii!" he roars, hair just beginning to settle as he slashes his sword about in threat. "You little punks-" His insult comes to an abrupt halt when he sees what his opponents are carrying.
Takeshi's eyes flicker from the deep cuts on some to Squalo's unbloodied sword and mentally notes that he has to learn that, even as he laughs lightly from where he's sitting back, tired from the last round. "Happy birthday, Squalo!" he cheers, echoed by some in varying levels of enthusiasm.
"What..."
"Well," Takeshi begins. "We decided to have a themed party and everyone learned swordsmanship! How cool is that?"
"Don't look at me, I did it for boss," Levi scoffs, tapping his cutlass against his shoulder.
Lussuria slashes with his rapier, the entire weapon bursting with sun flames. Bel laughs and caresses his sword, an identical copy of his usual knife. Hibari looks raring to do with his dual short swords, and even the Mini-Boss was toting a standard katana.
Squalo turns to Xanxus then and gapes at the figure across from him.
Xanxus stands there with a beast of a weapon resting on one shoulder. The pure black gleams under the training centre's lights, the entire thing probably taller than the man himself. Squalo watches, incredulous, as the handle starts glowing a dark orange, akin to Xanxus' normal flames. Squalo balks as the blade shifts into that same colour.
Abruptly, his vision is covered with smoke and he finds himself back at the Varia dining table with a cake in front of him, the candles still going. He ducks his head, white hair flowing into his vision to hide his expression from the rest.
"Why the hell do you look so stunned, trash?" Xanxus barks, flinging his glass.
"Voi," Squalo snarls, dodging instinctively. "Shitty Boss, that wasn't a fucking broadsword, it was a flamethrower!"
"The fuck are you taking about, trash?" Xanxus' guns come out, but Squalo has already started retreating.
"Hey!" Xanxus barks out and pegs a small box at Squalo's head.
The swordsman catches it and blinks at the present, opening it despite thinking it might be a shrapnel bomb. There are hair clips inside, little pink bows with bright red love hearts.
Fuck it, Squalo thinks, and drops the box as he charges the Varia leader.
A/N: Sorry it's so short, I just wanted to post something instead of just a note telling you where Repeat has gone.
I have one for Tsuna, another short piece, and I'll put that up next.
