DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS ASIDE FROM MY OCs.
MORE IMPORTANTLY, THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE ACTUAL STORY'S PLOTLINE!
This is simply a treat or fanservice or whatever you want to call it to all of the people who shipped or are currently rooting for Xanxus and Kira! XD Just think of it as a parallel world where Kira has miraculously ended up with Xanxus. But don't worry if you're not a supporter of this pair! Dino gets one too! Feel free to skip this one if you absolutely hate the idea of Kira ending up with the boss man!
Valentine's Day is a day where lovers confirm their love for one another with the giving of lavish gifts and well-planned date courses. From one corner of Italy to the next, couples exchanged presents and re-confessed their love to their partners. Old or young, new or continuing, lovers of all sorts put the utmost care in celebrating the unofficial holiday with their significant other. No matter how many parallel worlds that might exist in this universe, Valentine's Day is the same amongst all of them.
But here, amongst the deadly assassins of the Vongola Family, Valentine's Day is usually nothing but bullshit to all save for our bubbly okama. He was going on and on about how today was a day for open loving. To be precise, he had been going on about this for the past week and a half, shouting and squealing about the traditions of Valentine's' Day so when the day actually arrived, Lussuria was the first to give me chocolate smacking his lips against my cheek before hurrying over to do the same to Squalo.
"VOI!" Our loudmouthed strategy captain roared, wiping away the slobbery kiss and throwing the chocolate right back at the man who had given it to him, "I DON'T WANT THIS SHIT FROM A MAN!"
"Ara~ But Squ-chan, you don't know anyone women who can give you chocolate." Lussuria wasn't disheartened, "Unless you'd rather have chocolate made by Kira-chan?"
Squalo took one look at me and paled at the thought, "That's wrong on so many levels. I would have food poisoning for weeks!"
"Aww fuck you." I grumbled, "I wouldn't hand-make anything for you in the first place."
Breaking up a fight before it started, Lussuria swept up the fallen box of chocolates and put it right back in Squalo's hand, "I expect a return gift on White Day~"
"THIS IS ITALY! GO GIVE SAWADA AND HIS SCUMBAGS CHOCOLATE IF YOU WANT A RETURN GIFT!"
Giggling like a wild sadistic predator, Lussuria just scurried after a fleeing Belphegor and Mammon, "Wait for me, darlings~"
As soon as the calamity known as Lussuria had disappeared down the hall chasing his poor victims, Squalo turned towards me with a dry look, "Are you giving the boss any?"
The boss and I had been unofficially together for a long while. 'Unofficially together' because neither of us has exactly expressed the feelings necessary to being officially together but we both know that the feelings are there and that's technically what's important. So that brings us to the problem. Am I obligated to give him a Valentine's Day gift when we haven't officially established a relationship? And would he even want a present from me if he hasn't established exactly what our relationship is?
"Should I?" I asked quietly, throwing the question out uncertainly, "Do you think he's waiting for something?"
"Well if you didn't already get something it's already too late, isn't it?" He snorted, smacking me in the back of the head.
"Is it?" I smacked him back and before we could get into a big fight like usual, the person we were just talking about strolled in like today was just another day.
Catching us looking at him funny, the boss snorted and flipped me off, "You don't have the right to look at me like that, short scum."
My eyebrow twitched and I felt the anger bubble up fast. I can't believe I would even waste a minute of my time to think about whether this man would be expecting a lover's gift from me or not. It's clear that he didn't give a damn and judging by that indifferent look on his face and the cool way he walked in here, he doesn't even know that today is considered a special day. It's embarrassing and aggravating to know that I was the only one who had put any thought into this at all even if it was just for that brief moment.
Fuck him. I sneered at him and stormed right back to my room, thinking of ways to get my revenge. I flung open the door and froze dead in my tracks, a floral scent hitting my nose and the bright color of dozens of roses laying across my bed in a flashy array of red, pink, white, yellow, and lavender. I blinked at the flora in awe, my mind completely blank from the shock for just a moment before jolting to life with flustered suspicions about the sender and meaning of these flowers.
I pulled the door shut and then opened it again much more slowly in disbelief but sure enough, when I opened the door I was greeted by the same display of roses. I was stunned and the slightest bit of hope welled up inside me. I shut the door once more, returning to the room from where I had come.
The boss didn't look up from his whiskey as I hurried back in and he barely responded when I cleared my throat loudly. It wasn't until I waved my hand in his face that he snapped at me, "Fuck off, trash!"
I wasn't all that surprised by the reaction, "I must be crazy and the possibility is low but let me ask anyways. Were you the one who put those flowers there?"
"What flowers?" He grumbled, not meeting my gaze, "You're too short to get flowers from anyone."
I was confused and just the slightest bit disappointed, although I would never tell him that I was. Were they really from someone else?
"Maybe that damn horse sent them." The boss snorted, kicking up his legs onto the coffee table with ease, "He's the only one who would give scum like you a present."
"Dino?" I mused, thinking back at the fond memories of my first love, "I haven't talked to him in a while. Maybe I'll go and bring him a thank you gift."
"Go right ahead." He snorted, waving me away like I was just a bothersome fly buzzing at his ear, "Bring me some vodka on the way back."
That fucking ass. If Dino seriously was the one to set all that up, I'm just going to never talk to this asshole again... just kidding I don't think I could do that. But my pride had me driving away from HQ to at least pretend that I was going to see Dino to spite him. In truth, I went to get him that damn vodka and a gift anyways. Just for the heck of it but after I bought it, I felt like an idiot. Would the boss even want this crappy sweet chocolate? It looked like he wouldn't want to even look at it. Maybe he would throw it away upon receiving it or maybe he wouldn't even accept it.
Hiding the present in my shirt, I crept back into HQ only to find the staircase up to my room littered with strangely colorful banners and streamers along the rails. I paused at the bottom of the staircase, staring and wondering if I had entered the wrong ancient looking castle. Perhaps, this was not HQ and these ridiculous party favors were meant for someone else to see. That must be it.
Warily, I made my way up the stairs and down into the hall where I found a giant orange letter 'H' taped to the start of the hall in a sloppy crooked fashion. It looked like whoever had put it there wanted it to draw attention. A little further down was a yellow letter 'A' put up perfectly straight and then just a bit further the letters 'PP' and a winky face underneath it was waiting for me. In sore disbelief, I ran my hand over the indigo colored letter P's and spotted a crimson letter Y just a little further down.
Happy.
I continued down and found a bright green letter 'V' stuck right onto my bedroom door. Pushing the door open, I was once again greeted by the colorful and unmoved array of flowers laying atop my bed. I turned just the slightest bit to the left, a bright blue letter 'A' catching my attention. I blinked and found that my room, going around in a circle, was decorated with colorful letters 'L', 'E', 'N', 'T', 'I', 'N', 'E', and 'S'.
Valentines.
My first thought was 'Oh. Someone other than me has been in here. Twice.' And then I debated on whether or not it was the same person that left these strange gifts and messages for me. Confused and wary, I hid my present for the boss away under my desk and exited the room. I hurried to the lounge where Squalo was cleaning his sword like there was nothing else to be doing at the moment.
"Senpai." I started in a demanding tone, "Who put up the letters in the hall?"
"Who didn't put up the letters in the hall?" He grumbled, obviously angry over something, "Go bother someone else. This is all your fault in the first place!"
"What are you so pissed about?" I could care less if he's not going to tell me who put up those letters but obviously, he knows something and I'm going to get it out of him.
"VOI! THAT FUCKING SHITTY BOSS PUSHES PEOPLE AROUND LIKE A SLAVE DRIVER!" He complained as loudly as ever, "The stupid letters that we put up are colored coded base on who put them up but from here it's all the boss so don't fucking blame me for what's written out later on!"
I rolled my eyes at him. That's not new. The boss is always pushing people around. That's his job. That's why we call him 'boss'. I do suppose that hanging up letters on Valentine's Day with all his coworkers is a little embarrassing but if someone told me I was doing it for Squalo-senpai I wouldn't be so…. hmmm… I guess I would be even more embarrassed if I was doing it for someone I knew. I kind of understand his feelings now. Hah! So he's embarrassed but I didn't really have the chance to tease him.
"AND WHY THE FUCK DID YOU COME TO SEE ME FIRST?!" Squalo continued on his loud rant, giving me a hard shove in the direction of the door, "GO UP TOWARDS THE BOSS' FUCKING OFFICE!"
Shoved by rough hands and unable to fight back due to the ringing of my ears, I was shoved right back into the hallway. Given no other choice, I headed up towards the boss' office only to find that the hall in that direction was also littered with decorative and large letters. 'D', 'A', 'Y'.
Day.
'M' and closer to the boss' office the letter 'Y.'
My.
On the boss' door, a giant purple letter 'K' awaited me. I traced the outline of the letter with my finger, still in utter disbelief. I knocked lightly against the door just once and the shattering of glass inside the room made me jump and shove the door open. At the moment, I felt the slightest bit of worry, not that I would ever admit that to the boss, but the shattering forced the slightest feeling of worry out of me. Worry for his safety.
"Boss?!" I froze, the sight of the boss stooped over a pile of shattered glass beside his desk bubbled the curiosity up inside me, "Are you alright?"
His eyes turned up, an almost angry look on his proud visage, "I didn't give you permission to come in, trash!"
Slightly miffed, I stood rooted to my spot. Not obeying, not fleeing. But my eyes wandered the room, attracted to the giant purple letter 'I' on the window behind the boss. I hurried over, pressing my palm to the letter under the burning gaze of my boss. I spun my mouth half open to demand an answer when I spotted a large violet letter 'R' taped to the back of the boss' office chair. My jaw slack and my eyes wide, I searched for the final letter, my eyes flickering to every corner of the room.
"Shut your eyes, stupid." The boss' warm hands fell over my eyes, and for once, I got to know what he's like when he's flustered. There was no stutter, there was no blush, there was no fear, but there was this childish act of doing whatever it takes to buy him time to collect himself as he presses his weight against me to prevent rebellion. Faster than our lazy boss has ever moved when he's not in danger, he removed his hands from my eyes and pulled me tight against his chest, one hand forcing my head into his sculpted glory while the other hand awkwardly stroked and pressed a sheet of paper against my back.
"What are you doing?" I grumbled, my nose filled with that musky scent that seemed to follow the boss wherever he went along with the burning smell of excessive alcohol. It's actually a more pleasant scent than I made it seem but really, it's not important since I'm never going to tell the boss, 'Hey, you smell damn good.'
"I'm not doing shit. I haven't done shit all day." He finally seemed satisfied with whatever he was doing, plopping back into the seat and spinning his chair back around so he could focus on whatever paper he had been reading before I had come barging in here.
My hands crept around to my back, stripping off the sheet that he had stuck onto my back with duct tape. A crimson letter 'A' stared back at me.
Kira.
I scowled at the letter as if it had done me wrong. What's with the choice in colors? If the previous ones were all colored by the flames of the ones that had hung them up, then how come my name was all done in purple and then this one in red? Is there a special meaning or am I thinking to deeply into it? I don't think I'll ever find out but I guess that's not important.
The boss' burned holes into my skull with that almost adorably expectant gaze and when I looked up to meet his stare, he averted his eyes back down to the document on the desk. I wanted to know what he was thinking but he would never share his deepest thoughts. That's just the kind of man he was and always will be.
So it's my duty to discover what it is he truly, deep down in his heart, feels at a time like this. But there was always a proper order to things and I hurried out of the office clutching the crimson letter close to my chest. I returned to my room and retrieved my gift, pushing a nosy Flan out of the way as I rushed back to the boss. The boss blinked at me with wide eyes, like he was surprised that I had come back at all.
I shoved my gift across his desk and into his chest, "For- Ha- ... You know what? If you haven't done shit all day, that's not from me."
He peered into the bag feigning indifference, his eyes staring at the contents before directing his gaze towards me once more, "You made this? Or bought it?"
"It's store bought." I grumbled, rolling my eyes and waiting calmly for the insult that usually followed.
The insult never came. The boss put the bag on the floor next to it without even taking the contents out, "Next year, hand-make it."
"Eh?" I was stunned by the unexpected response.
Within moments, the boss' hand was tightly fisted into my collar, pulling me across the table to crush his lips against mine. It was a kiss that started off like any other, angry and fierce but there was the smallest hint of uncertainty. Slowly, he eased up, tenderly and caringly licking at my lips and then - when I opened my mouth - my tongue.
He pulled away abruptly, the back of his hand over his mouth, looking at me from the corner of his eyes as if I had been the one to initiate the kiss.
"Boss?" I called, easily getting his attention in his awkwardly vulnerable state, "Does that mean you want to be mine next year too?"
"Wrong." He slammed his hand against the wooden surface of the desk, lifting it to point rudely at me, "Did you not see all the other fucking letters?"
Happy Valentines Day, my Kira.
I hesitated, my pride aching, "You want me to be yours?"
"Wrong again, trash." He leaned back, kicking up his legs onto the desk, "You've been mine from the start. So hand make that shit next year and make sure it's edible."
"And what? Are you going to hang up letters and kiss me again next year?" I snorted, "This is a give and take world, boss, and you should know that I don't take orders from anyone."
He glared at me ever so slightly, "Then what is it that you want?"
"A paid vacation to Namimori to see Kyoya." I snorted.
"Fucking bitch!" He kicked the desk over in one swift motion, "Bring me scotch from the kitchen and I'll think about it!"
Rolling my eyes at his quickly changing moods, I hurried to the kitchen only to find myself utterly surprised again. Levi was waiting for me, talking to himself about how he planned to murder me in my sleep for taking up his boss' precious time and money.
"Ahem!" I growled, cracking my knuckles, "What was that about slitting my throat? Hm?"
"You fucking bitch." He growled right back and shoved an envelope in my hands before storming away in an angry fit.
I blinked at the white envelope but thoughts were elsewhere for the while. Why the hell is everyone so pissy today? Squalo-senpai was all grumpy and the boss is constantly having mood swings and now Levi? What the fuck is going on here?
Putting that thought aside for a moment, I tore open the envelope to find a ticket to Namimori peeking out at me. I blinked for a moment, not thinking for two seconds and then it hit me hard. I was so… touched by the action and, by now, I knew exactly who it was that was giving this to me. I ran right back to the boss' office and, ignoring his demands to know why I had come back, I flung myself into his chest with enough force to knock the chair he was sitting on over completely. Our skulls banged together in a painful manner and for a moment, the two of us could do nothing other than collect our bearings.
He recovered first, his voice a low growl, "The fuck is wr-!"
I groaned at the nagging tone he had taken but he stopped short and I blinked at him curiously, "What's wrong?"
His shoulders grew tense and he averted his eyes, "Get off."
"Huh?"
"You're too damn close!" He shoved my face an arms length away, my neck bending uncomfortably, "Do you know where the fuck you're putting your short legs?! If you kick, I'll kill you!"
Sure enough, my knee was awfully close to his crotch but as uncomfortable as he was, I felt empowered. For the first time, I was not the boss' subordinate or his Guardian or his Cloud ring bearer, or even his equal, I was above him, "Boss, don't you think that I have the upperhand in this situation?"
"The fuck..?" He let out a shuddering gasp when my knee roughly brushed against his unexpecting manhood, his hand fell away from my jaw. It was not a sign of surrender but as clue to his confusion, "You fucking piece of shit. Do you even know what you're doing?"
I grinned at him, folding my hands together over his chest, "Nope. Would you like to take the reigns from here?"
"I told you I don't want to do that shit with you." He grumbled, averting his eyes awkwardly, "And you're too damn close. Get off."
Or so he says. I couldn't get the grin off my face. I don't know about you guys but I used to think that the words 'cute' and 'boss' could never go in the same sentence but I don't think it's such an impossible situation anymore. This was a whole new side to the boss that I had never seen before but it was something I had always expected. People like the boss, when they really find someone they like, they're the most unpredictable.
"Boss, you know, if you keep treating me so nicely I'll have to assume you're in love with me." And if I'm in love with him too, there's no problem, "Hm?"
He gave me no response, his eyes conflicted and his lips sealed shut.
I snorted, turning the topic back to my unwelcomed sexual advance, "Anyways, I wouldn't just let you just take the reigns in the first place. You'd have to fight me for that."
His expression was hard and regardless of the fact that he gave me no response, it was obvious that he was listening closely to every word I spoke.
"And besides, you fight me all the time and you don't give a damn about how much we hurt each other." I pointed out, noticing the way his hands settled almost carefully at my hips, "How is this any different?"
"You don't have experience. You don't know anything." He argued with me as usual, "If you knew, you wouldn't be encouraging this."
His words were caring despite the usual tone of sharp anger. As inexperienced as I was, I was certain that I wouldn't mind if it was the boss that was causing me discomfort or a physical kind of pain. I don't know why he's capable of hitting me and throwing things at me and even breaking things over my head but he's not even willing to try to take my first time.
I know the boss does have various experience here and there and with various kinds of women - very pretty women - but he's never once initiated such an act with me. I don't know the reason why but I do have my speculations.
He could be unwilling to do it with someone with a figure like mine, seeing as how all of his past sexual encounters have been with women with more wholesome figures than my bony and non-appealing body.
He might truly be afraid to hurt me. He's been implying it from the very start. He has never directly claimed to be afraid to hurt me in a way that no one else could, but he has repeatedly reminded me that there was pain that came along with the pleasures of the flesh. If that's not his vague way of telling me that he doesn't want to hurt me, then I don't know what is.
My final speculation was the one that I feared the most. Perhaps, the boss was just afraid that I would not be able to provide him with the pleasure that he desired. Maybe he was refusing for his own sake. I've never heard it directly from his own mouth but Lussuria and Levi like to passively tell me that women without any experience tend to be a burden rather than a release. If that was the truth, I would have to find someone else to teach me and I wasn't certain that I could find anyone willing to do so.
"Kira." He called my name for the first time in a while, pulling my attention from my own thoughts. His eyes burned into mine when I looked back to him. The hands that had passively been resting against my hips were suddenly pulling me close, one tangled into my hair and the other sliding around my backside as he initiated a fierce kiss.
It was a tangle of tongue against tongue, a battle of lung capacity. I tore away from him first, my face hot with embarrassment and lack of oxygen, "W-What was that?"
He wrapped me up in his arms again, imprisoning my face in his hard chest, "Next year, if you hand make something edible, I'll think about it."
His voice shook. As happy as I was to be so close in proximity to the boss, I truly wished that he would let me go so that I could see his expression. But knowing him, the whole reason he was smashing my nose into his body was to prevent me from seeing what kind of face he was making at a time like this.
He kind of reminds me of my precious little brother, who, might I add, is about to get a nice visit from me thanks to the boss!
I squirmed away from him, "So about this ticket to Namimori, do you want to go together?"
"And deal with that piece of shit?" He grumbled, "Not unless hell freezes over."
"Oh come on! You'll love him!" Who wouldn't love my cute baby brother? "And maybe you can meet Fon someday too!"
"You're rushing things." He growled and suddenly, there was no more time to hold our conversation. He regained his usual demeanor and grabbed the nearest object and flung it at me, "Just get out already!"
Rushing things? I ducked out of the way laughing at the implication. He probably had thought that it sounded like an invitation to meet my family before asking to marry me. Hah! The notion was hilarious but I might have thought the same thing if the boss had asked me to go and meet his family. Does he even have family? I made a mental note to learn more about the boss' private life but I had more pressing thoughts in my head.
Giddy with the thoughts of seeing my brother again after a long few months without his presence, I ran to gather my stuff with a few words of thanks to the boss that had given me a very touching gift.
Best Valentine's Day ever.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY GUYS! XD