11) Let's hear it for the boy

Mira smiled nervously at Squalo. "Ah, haha…hey, how's it going?"

He was glaring bullets at her. Standing up, he said, "I told you to stay in the damn car".

"Yeah, but I…uh—I got bored waiting. My bad".

She held onto the frozen glass when she looked at the man standing across from them. Likewise, he stared back at her. Mira bit the inside of her cheek, unable to withstand the strength of his gaze. He's even scarier in person, she thought. "Squalo, leave", he said.

And on that note, Squalo walked out of the veranda.

Mira stared at him till he disappeared. Clenching the glass tight, she felt it crack under the pressure. Oh. My. Fucking. Gosh. What the hell happened to 'together'? He said he wouldn't leave me!

The girl in front of him was in a white and purple sundress, her feet bare as she held onto the frozen glass like her life depended on it. She watched Squalo leave with an expression that mimicked a little kid's who lost his mother—needy and vulnerable. Who the fuck are you?" he asked.

Quickly her attention snapped back to him. She tried to cover it up, but he knew she was scared. As you should be, he thought, smirking. "Elmira Montecarlo, sir", she replied, slightly bowing her head. "I go by Mira".

Xanxus looked at her impure flames and scowled. "Put the fucking glass down. You're a nervous wreck".

She did as she was told, and went back to her previous spot. By then, her flames have already died down to nothing, and she clasped her hands behind her back. "Look, sir, I—"

"Will you stop calling me 'sir'?" he snapped, glaring at her. "I've got a fucking name and it's Xanxus. Get it through your head".

"Right, Xanxus it is. But I can call you 'boss' someday, right?"

"Don't be so sure about that".

She bit her lip and looked away, giving him the opportunity to examine her. Fuck, it looks like the wind can blow her away. A single name rang through his ears. Montecarlo. "You're the one who married that Russian douchebag".

For the first time since they met, she looked at him full in the face and said, "He's dead and so is his family, including mine. That's why I came to you".

I need a fucking drink. "What do you want?"

"To be a part of Varia", she replied, her unblinking gaze plastered on his face. "I'll serve you till the day I die".

He scoffed. "That's hardly a promise to what that friend of yours told me. Said something about not cutting his hair".

"I've got nothing—no one's going to claim me after what I've done. By the time someone finds the remains, people will come after me".

She got down on her knees and avoided his gaze. "All I have is myself, and I know I can be of some use to you", she said. "Your elite squad isn't complete yet even if you've got Squalo. Please…let me be a part of it. I'll be more than happy to do anything you ask of me".

You're right; I can use you. "Get up. The first thing you need to know is that assassins don't go around begging. Ever".

Mira went back to the car with a triumphant smile on her face. Grinning at Squalo, she said, "C'mon, let's eat out tonight. I'm paying".

"If you say so".

Gunning the engine, they drove to an Italian restaurant. All around people thought they were related. "You should have seen it when Dino and I came here", she said, laughing. "If I wasn't his girlfriend, I was his wife. We even told this old lady that I was pregnant with his child".

Countless times Squalo had to tell her not to drink too much. "I'm not carrying you", he said.

By the end of the night, Mira was tipsy and Squalo remained completely sober. One of us has to be, he thought. Nevertheless, he still had to carry her home. After plopping her on the couch, she opened her eyes halfway and smiled at him. "Thanks. I owe you a lot".

He couldn't help but smile, too. "Don't mention it".

"Okie-dokie".

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