Kyandi: Greetings, all!
Roksana: ...pft...
Kyandi: Are you laughing?
Roksana: One of your reviews was funny. The person made it wound like Hibari was a pokemon or something.
Kyandi: Yeah, I saw that "Hibari use Alpha Guard Dog mode" thing. If Hibari was a pokemon, which one would he be?
Roksana: Hmmm...Houndoom, maybe? Or Mightyena. Something that's all teeth and mean.
Kyandi: Sounds about right. I'd go with Houndoom, though. Really does fit him.
Roksana: You should draw him as a humanoid Houndoom.
Kyandi: I just might! But then, that begs the question...what pokemon would you be? If any of you have a pokemon in mind that you think will fit Roksana, let me know.
Roksana: She'll pick the one she likes the most and will draw Hibari and I as humanoid pokemon.
Kyandi: With that said, everyone enjoy and review.
Roksana: Kyandi-sama does not own Katekyo Hitman REBORN.
Chapter 49 Here We Go Again
After returning to the past, things, for the most part, returned to normal.
Well...as normal as it got for Roksana and her friends.
After calling and requesting her father, step-mother and brother make a trip out to see her, just so she could see them alive and healthy, Roksana instantly jumped into making preparations to insure that the threat to her life, didn't come to pass. She also instantly jumped into making sure that Ryoka didn't come to be anytime soon. She last thing she needed was to be a teen mom. Of course, this meant that Roksana was finding every excuse to not be around Hibari, and to definitely not be around him alone. That meant she found excuses to skip out on some of the duties Hibari had come to rely on her for.
Like the paperwork.
And making him lunch.
Hibari was pissed.
She didn't need to be a mind reader to know that much, but as long as she didn't end up pregnant before she was ready to be a mother, she would take an angry Hibari. So also found excuses not to be home on days off because that made it too easy for Hibari to find her.
Thankfully, today, she had been called out by one of her friends.
"What. The hell. Is this?"
After all the hell Roksana and her friends had found themselves facing in the future, she had been glad to settle back into everyday life. Today's everyday life, though, found her standing in the doorway to Tsuna's room, looking down at the device that was set up in the center of the room. Giannini, son of Vongola's current engineer, was sitting next to Tsuna and Reborn, Gokudera and Yamamoto sitting on the opposite side of the room from them.
"Oh, hey Roksana!" Yamamoto greeted.
"Yeah, hey." Roksana greeted back dismissively, her attention fully sat on the device. "Anyone have an answer for me?"
"Well, after the whole future incident, I decided to try to recreate the teleportation technology they had." Giannini told her.
"We agreed to help him test it by supplying it with our flames." Gokudera added.
"Is that why I got called here?" Roksana asked.
"Sorry." Tsuna told her, apologizing for calling her over when she had made it plenty clear in the future, that she didn't like the teleportation.
After having to use the teleportation system during the Choice game, Roksana had claimed it to be "the most horrid experience of my life!". To now present her with a reminder of that experience...Tsuna was sure that Roksana wasn't going to take it too well. And, sure, enough, the look she directed at the device, said loud and clear, that she didn't want to be anywhere near it.
"I'm leaving." Roksana said, turning on her heel.
Yamamoto caught her arm before she could exit the room.
"Come on! It'll be fun!" he told her.
"I highly doubt it." Roksana retorted.
"It's not like we're going through it. We're only supplying him with the flames." Gokudera told her.
Roksana looked back at them, her expression saying, all to clearly, that she still wanted to leave. Finally, she heaved a sigh and turned to look at Giannini.
"If anything goes wrong, I'm going to be sorely unhappy." she told him.
Which was Roksana code for "I'm going to hurt you".
Even Giannini knew that and gulped, but he promised her that nothing would happen to her. Letting out a noise of annoyance, Roksana turned back, Yamamoto releasing her arm when it was clear that she wasn't going to leave.
"What do we do?" she asked.
With a smile on his face, Giannini explained to them how he wanted them to supply the flames. Taking their spots where he told them to, the four of them crouched around the device, reaching out with their flames. Supplying their flames, was easy. After that, it was feeding it a steady supply while Giannini made some final adjustments. Everything was going great, Giannini finally correcting and stabilizing the teleport device, a pillar of light rising from it.
Then Lambo came crashing into the room.
Roksana, who was the one with her back to the door, had only a minute to think, "Son of a-" before Lambo hit her back, shoving her forward into the light pillar.
Roksana had a moment of feeling like she was falling before she was dropped on her back on top of something. She was pretty sure it was a table or desk, because she heard things go flying off the top, clattering to the floor. Unable to decide between saying "Mother fucker" or "Son of a bitch", Roksana settled for a string of Russian curses.
"I knew something was going to go wrong. Something always goes wro..." Roksana's head fell back off the edge of the table/desk, her eyes locking in on the person sitting in the chair just a foot from her. Two toned eyes met red eyes, Roksana blinking. "Xanxus?"
There, sitting in a throne-like chair, his eyes fixed intently on her, and just as surprised as she was, was Xanxus, leader of the Varia. The two stared at each other for a moment, Xanxus watching as one of Roksana's eyes started twitching, her brows furrowing together before she spat out another Russian curse, pushing herself up to look around the room.
Roksana found herself sitting on top of a long dinning table, all the members of Varia staring at her in shock. Thankfully, there had been no food on the table, just glasses. The glasses had spilled, but thankfully it wasn't anything colored. Her clothes would go unstained.
That, of course, didn't change the fact that she had just landed right in the middle of the Varia headquarters. Leaving the members of Varia to stare at her, Roksana started patting herself down, hoping that she hadn't lost her phone in the process. Finding it tucked into the band of her left stocking, Roksana pulled it out, dialed a number and put it to her ear.
There was a click as someone answered, and then...
"I'M IN FUCKING ITALY!"
Xanxus and his men were sure that, whoever she had just called, was holding the phone as far from their ear as they could. They could just barely hear someone reply to Roksana from the other end.
"I landed right in the middle of the Varia headquarters! I don't care why, just get me home!" Roksana retorted. "What? What do you mean it's broke?!"
Roksana had a strong urge to strangle someone, her free hand twitching before curling into a fist. According to Giannini, when Roksana had fallen into the teleportation beam and had vanished, the device had shorted out, breaking completely when Lambo set of a grenade. While Roksana was glad to hear that everyone was alright, she was growing increasingly annoyed with her current predicament. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down. After all, it's wasn't Tsuna's fault.
"Put Reborn on." Roksana demanded.
She knew he was only an infant in body, but Reborn had more connections in the world than she did. If anyone could help her, it would be him.
"Ciaossu." Reborn greeted.
"Reborn, is there anything you can do to get me home?" Roksana asked.
"Don't you have the fiances to get yourself home?" Reborn replied.
"I don't exactly have my wallet on me. Even if I did, I couldn't use my card, nor can I call Dimitri and have him help. Unless you or Tsuna want to be the ones to explain to my father how his daughter ended up in Italy without purchasing any kind of ticket, as well as explaining to him how she has connections to the world's deadliest assassination organization, because I'm not doing it." Roksana told him.
Reborn could obviously see her point. While Roksana didn't really care about her father's opinion as far as her life went and what she chose to do with it, considering she still lived off him and his wealth, he could make things extremely difficult for her and the rest of them. It was best, until Roksana reached legal age to take care of herself, that her father didn't find out about her connection to the mafia world and the Vongola.
But the current situation gave him a really good idea.
"I'll contact the Ninth and figure out something. Hold on for a moment." Reborn told her.
"Thank you." Roksana told him before he hung up. Heaving a sigh, she pulled the phone from her ear. It was then that she noticed something, her nose wrinkling in distaste. "I smell like tequila. You couldn't have been drinking a Stolichnaya instead? The smell of this tequila is revolting."
With that last comment directed at Xanxus, Roksana swung her legs around and hopped off the table. It was only then that the room exploded with noise as Squalo and the others bombarded her with questions. With so many people speaking at once, and so loudly, Roksana simply shoved her phone back into the band of her stocking and plugged both of her ears with fingers until they all caught on and fell silent. Only when she was sure they were quiet, did Roksana remove her fingers, turning to look at all of them.
"If you want to ask questions one at a time, where I can actually hear the question asked, I'd be happy to answer. But if you're going to bombard me with so much noise, I can't hear myself think, then you can kiss my ass." Roksana told them.
Knowing Roksana to be spiteful enough to keep her word, the others left Squalo to ask the question on all of their minds, while Xanxus leaned back in his seat, watching Roksana. Roksana was sure Xanxus probably wasn't happy with her spilling his drink, but, until he got his answers, he wouldn't kill her for it.
"How the fuck did you get here?" Squalo demanded.
"Giannini came to Tsuna with a teleportation device he's been working on. He asked Tsuna, myself, and a few of our guardians, to supply the device with Dying Will flames, to finish adjusting and stabilizing it. I didn't want to do it, because something always goes wrong in those situations, but I wasn't given much choice. During the final stage of stabilizing, I got knocked into the device, and voila, here I am." Roksana replied, clearly not happy.
"Then can't they just teleport you back?" Levi asked.
"No. Our idiot of a Lightning guardian, blew up the device with a grenade. I swear, that kid causes me more and more grief by the day." Roksana retorted, her eye back to twitching once more. "I usually like children, but he tries my patience."
Just thinking of everything that had gone wrong or been messed by Lambo and his antics, had Roksana fighting the urge to punch something. Catching herself about to lose her cool, Roksana took another deep breath and calmed herself down again. There was no point in losing it. As she calmed down, her curled fists relaxed, and she let out a long breath.
"Is that how you calm down?" Squalo asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Shut up and leave me alone. I don't get a kick out of being excessively loud and pissed off all the time, like you apparently do." Roksana retorted.
"What the fuck did you just say?!"
Roksana waved a hand at Squalo, dismissing him. They had long since learned that, unlike her boss, Tsuna, Roksana didn't fear any of them in the least. Then again, if what they had been told was true, and Roksana had survived over five hundred assassination attempts.
"But you shouldn't have to worry. Reborn is speaking to the Ninth on how to get me home." Roksana added.
"Good! We don't need trash like you around!" Squalo snapped.
"Excuse you?" Roksana cracking her knuckles, had Squalo, and a few others, flinching. They were all painfully aware of what Roksana could do with the male anatomy. "Care to call me that again?"
Squalo smartly zipped his mouth shut. After watching her first with Luca and then through the memories of the future left with them, he knew how vindictive and spiteful Roksana could be and just how sharp her "talons" could be. Nothing could make him want to engage her in a fight.
"Calling people trash like that...it makes you sound like your copying Xanxus."
Scratch that.
"What the fuck did you just say?!" Squalo screeched.
Roksana raised an eyebrow at his anger, her hands going to her hips. Her lips twitching into a grin, Roksana turned her eyes to Xanxus.
"Wow, I wasn't aware it was so bad for your men to be compared to you. You obviously aren't the most likable boss." she told him.
Xanxus was calm enough at the moment, amused even with how she was annoying Squalo, to realize that Roksana was trying to annoy him. Probably because she, herself, was annoyed. he made the mistake of deciding to not give her the satisfaction, and just ignoring her.
Roksana instantly rose to the childish challenge.
"Of course, I already knew that. With the Scramble matches over the Vongola rings and the fight in the future, I've seen enough of you to know how you treat your subordinates." Roksana said, Xanxus' eyes turning to her idly, making her grin grow. The others could already see where Roksana was going with this, and tried to silently warn her away from what she was about to say, but Roksana purposely ignored them. "Then again, I can't blame you for being annoyed. After all...you did lose a match to a fourteen year old."
Roksana quickly leaned to the right, avoiding the fun fire aimed at her head. A few dance steps and she easily avoided the following shots, leaving Levi and Bel, who she danced around, to dive for cover. Only when she reached the opposite end of the long table, did she stop, bracing her hands on the table to face Xanxus down it's length. Xanxus pointed his gun at her, but Roksana just grinned back at him, even as his finger hovered over the trigger.
"Need I remind you of the fight in the future?" Roksana said simply.
Xanxus met her gaze for a moment...before he pulled the trigger. Roksana didn't move an inch, even as the shot flew right over her left shoulder, only taking a few strands of hair with it. His men stared at Roksana as she let out an amused noise.
"I told Tsuna you're an awful lot like Hibari." Roksana said, pushing herself away from the table.
Xanxus, from his expression, didn't know how to take that. Roksana didn't clarify it for him, either. She was getting too much amusement from the situation.
"Are you trying to insult our boss?!" Levi demanded.
"If I was trying to insult him, there would be no question in your mind that I was. I'm not normally a subtle person with my insults. If I want to insult someone, then I make it clear I find them disagreeable. Like you, for instance...that lip piercing is ridiculous. No wonder you don't have a girlfriend. I liked your future appearance better." Roksana told him, Squalo and Bell breaking out in laughter at Levi's red face. Roksana turned to the two laughing men. "I have plenty to say about the two of you, too."
Both instantly stopped laughing.
Inwardly grinning to herself at how uncomfortable she could make a group of assassins, Roksana crossed her arms over her chest. She was perfectly happy to stand there in silence, but it appeared a few others weren't as content as she was to do so.
"Say something!" Squalo snapped at her.
"Eh? Sorry, I wasn't listening."
Squalo knew, just from the twitching of Roksana's lips, that she was just trying to annoy him. And, damn if it was working. Squalo would have demanded Xanxus give him the go ahead to kill her, but, from the look on his face, Xanxus was enjoying how much Roksana was annoying Squalo.
Squalo inwardly said fuck it.
Levi and Lussuria both lunged forward, grabbing Squalo's arms when the man made a grapple for Roksana's throat. Roksana, Squalo cursed, didn't even flinch or blink. She merely let a grin curl her lips as his finger came just an inch short of person.
"You really are "pride", Suberia Squalo. You are aware that that can make you predictable, right?" she asked.
Her grin grew when she received an Italian curse, as well as a rude hand gesture to accompany it. She would have pushed him more, just to watch the shark-like man lost it completely, but there was a knock on the double doors, making Squalo snap out an order to enter. A man, obviously an underling judging by the way he couldn't look Squalo in the eyes, stepped in, his sweaty upper lip betraying his nervousness.
"What is it?" Squalo snapped.
"I have a letter here, from the Ninth." the man said.
"Finally." Roksana muttered.
"Read it." Squalo ordered.
The man rushed to rip open the envelope. The letter inside was stamped at the top with a Dying Will flame Roksana recognized as the Ninth's. She had seen it attached to every order from the Timoteo she had seen. The man cleared his throat and began to read.
"'To Xanxus and the Varia, it has come to my attention that, due to a mishap of one of our engineers, the Tenth Generation Moon Guardian, Roksana Volkov, has come to be in your care. Reborn has informed me of the circumstances that keep the Moon Guardian from returning herself to Japan. I do apologize for the inconvenience to her.'." the man read.
Roksana clicked her tongue in an annoyed noise, drawing attention to her. The girl braced her hands on her hips.
"He has no need to apologize to me." she remarked, waving a hand at the man for him to continue his reading.
"'Reborn and I have spoken and, with suggestion from him, I have decided to lend aid in returning her home.'."
"Thank God!" Roksana exclaimed.
"'But'..."
"But? But?! Why is there always a "but"!?" Roksana snapped, the man flinching before carrying on.
"'But, I will only return the Moon Guardian after she has received the training befitting of one of the only two Moon Guardians to every exist.'." Roksana had a bad feeling about this. "'On the suggestion of Reborn, the Tenth Generation Moon Guardian, Roksana Volkov, is hereby ordered to remain in the care of the Varia for the next thirty days, in order to receive training from its elite members. To my son, Xanxus, that is an order. You and the others are to train Roksana Volkov. After thirty days, she will be retrieved by a member of Cedef and will be returned to Japan.'."
Roksana's jaw would have dropped, if she wasn't too stunned for a single muscle to move. Even Xanxus seemed surprised by the sudden order.
"'I have already arranged for the situation to be explained to her attendants and have included a generous amount of money for her living expenses and the purchase of essentials over the next month. Best of luck, young Moon Guardian. Do not kill each other.' That part is triple underlined and it's signed from the Ninth." the man said, finishing the letter before holding out a golden credit card to Roksana. "The letter said this is for you, Miss Volkov, ma'am."
Roksana took the card, looking down at it. One eye twitched as her eyes landed on her name etched onto the card. It was seeing that that Roksana came to a realization. In order to have a card like that ready in such a short time, it would have to had been prepared in advance.
The whole situation had been planned!
All eyes focused on Roksana as a thick murderous intent filled the air along with the sound of Roksana cracking her knuckles in an attempt to keep from grabbing the nearest neck and strangling it. While her expression was neutral, the look in her eyes was most definitely not.
"That little krysa is dead when I get my hands on him!" she hissed before holding the card back out to the man. "No offense to the Ninth, but I follow Vongola Decimo, not him. Even then, I don't take orders. I'm not staying here. I'm pretty confident in the fact that neither I, nor Xanxus, will agree with th-"
"Fine."
Roksana cut off, two-toned eyes going wide as they turned on the speaker...Xanxus.
"Psycho rich boy say what?"
Xanxus opened his eyes, turning them on a shocked and obviously pissed off Roksana. Even Squalo and the others were surprised. Xanxus simply ignored them and turned his eyes to the man with the letter still in his hands.
"Prepare a room for the trash." he said simply, closing his eyes once more.
At this, Roksana felt the urge to strangle or hit something come over her even more fiercely, her hands curling into fists. She felt the card bite into her flesh the tighter her fists curled, but she ignored it. As the underling ran off to do as told, Roksana was sure of one thing.
She was going to kill someone.
Quelling that urge though, she merely said one thing before storming out of the room.
"I hope you die with the most unpleasant thing in the world shoved up your ass, you pompous pimp."
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"Girl...Girl, are you in there? Hey...open the damn door, trash!"
Squalo was close to beating down the door in front of him. After watching following Roksana out of the dinning room and watching her pace the hall and struggle with the urge to kill their boss, Lussuria had ushered her off to the room that was being quickly prepared for her. She had been supplied with a change of clothes, the only thing they could find on such short notice, but, now, the girl wouldn't answer the door.
When all he got was silence, Squalo fought not to cut down the door. He did kick the door, snickering from behind him announcing that Bel and Mammon were both highly amused by the whole thing. Which only annoyed Squalo even more.
"Is she still not answering?" came Lussuria's voice.
"No. This brat is getting on my nerves!" Squalo snapped.
He debated, for a moment, on calling her a bitch, just to egg her into opening the door, but he quickly discarded that idea. He had seen her volatile reaction and liked his anatomy as it was. The last thing he needed, or wanted, was to become a woman.
"Open up, trash!" Squalo yelled at the door.
The door opened this time, Roksana appearing before him with a displeased look on her face. Squalo fell speechless at the sight in front of him.
Since Roksana had refused to walk around in a maid's uniform until she could go shopping, an activity she liked just about as much as she liked paperwork, they had supplied her with spare clothes of the only Varia member currently at headquarters who was closest to her size. Even in Bel's clothes, though, the clothes, which were loose on Bel, were too big and loose on Roksana. The shirt hung from both her shoulders, only the damp under shirt she hadn't taken off, keeping them from being graced with a generous amount of cleavage. The pants, which she had notched as tightly as she could with a belt, still threatened to fall off her, the legs too long for her to walk without stepping on them.
"I feel like you guys are purposely trying to put me in clothes that are sure to fall off and show you my underwear." she retorted sourly.
"We are not!" Squalo snapped back.
Snickering from Bel had Roksana an Squalo turning towards the others. Bel was openly snickering at the sight before him while Levi had a hand pressed to his face, trying to hide the fact that his nose was bleeding. Growing annoyed, and a little embarrassed, Roksana yanked the shirt over her head, leaving her in her under shirt, and threw it in Squalo's face.
"Then supply me with a car so I can do some proper clothes shopping. If I have to walk through Italy, or in through this building, dressed like this, I'm going to add that to my list of reasons to rupture a guy's testicles. Get it, got it? Good."
With that, Roksana slammed the door closed once more. While Squalo couldn't really blame her for being unhappy, it still annoyed him as he ripped the shirt off his head.
"We don't got the time today to spare any time or car for you, stupid brat!" he yelled.
Roksana ripped open the door once more, now in a robe, and threw the pants at Squalo too.
"Then find something better than this! Bel's clothes smell like milk!" she told him tartly.
All eyes turned to Bel, who just continued to grin like a loon. Squalo threw the spare clothes at Bel before running a hand down his face, wondering what the hell he was going to do. The few female members of Varia usually kept to themselves, and weren't as vocal about their displeasure as Roksana was. But Roksana had a point. They couldn't reasonably expect her to walk around in clothes that could fall off or show off something they shouldn't.
"I'll take care of this." Lussuria said, stepping up to Roksana's side. "Come on, sweetie. I'm sure we can find something to alter to fit you."
"Can't be worse than clothes that smell like they belong on a two year old." Roksana remarked, ducking her head to avoid Bel's knife. "Besides, out of all of you...you have the best fashion sense."
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Squalo demanded.
"If you have to ask then you need an answer." Roksana replied before Lussuria directed her off down the hall towards his room.
Squalo was sure that he would end up killing the girl before the month was over.
If one of the others didn't, first.
Squalo and the others gathered in the drawing room, waiting for Lussuria and Roksana to finish. When they finally rejoined them, Roksana was actually in a good mood...and rocking a look thrown together out some spare clothes that Lussuria no longer fit.
They had taken one of Lussuria's black wife beaters, cutting off the back and cropping it to make a cropped halter top that exposed the flat span of Roksana's stomach. They had even taken one of the long black skirts that made up the bottom half of the maids' uniform, shorten it to a few inches above the knee and cutting a slit up the left side, giving her quick access to the thigh halter for her sansetsukon. A maid had supplied her with some normal black stockings and Roksana had finished it off with her boots and a pair of biker mitts from Lussuria.
"That's much better." Roksana remarked, adjusting the gloves. "I should have you completely revamp my whole wardrobe."
Lussuria grinned happily.
"Ar-are you even wearing a br-bra?!" Levi asked, his eyes fixed on her chest.
Roksana bit back a noise of disgust before she made a reply.
He really did make it too easy for her.
"No. It's in the laundry along with my underwear. Want to see?" Roksana retorted sarcastically, reaching for the slit in her skirt.
Levi instantly turned away from her, hand clamped over his nose and mouth as he snapped something about her being a harlot.
"Really? You're the one with a nose bleed, and I'm the harlot? Who even uses the word "harlot" anymore?" Roksana asked.
"Who the fuck cares?! Can we get on with this shit already?!" Squalo demanded.
"You know, most women don't like guys who curse like you or who calls people things like "trash". No wonder you and Xanxus are single." Roksana told him, pulling her phone out of the waist band of her skirt.
She ignored the string of curses that followed her as she turned and walked across the room, scrolling down her screen in search of a number. Lussuria peered over her should as she passed him, Squalo muttering to himself in the background.
"What are you doing?" Lussuria asked.
"The Ninth said he would take care of informing my attendants of the situation, but what kind of boss would I be if I left it to someone else?" Roksana replied, letting out a low, "Ah!" when she found the number she was looking for. She tapped the screen and raised it to her ear, waiting only a few seconds before the phone was answered. "Dimitri, there you are. Have you already been informed?"
The others could faintly hear a male voice answer from the other end. Roksana hummed to herself as she listened before idly nodding.
"That's about it, alright. Yeah, no...no, he agreed. Ha! Yeah, I know, shocked me too. Anyway, listen. You know what to do if Father calls. He shouldn't be able to spring any surprise visits after going to Japan so recently, and especially not with the current issues he's been handling. I can stir up some harmless trouble to keep him busy from here, if need be, so if he calls, just tell him I'm out with friends and redirect him to my cellphone." Roksana said, reaching under her skirt to pull a PDA off the halter around her thigh. Balancing her phone between her ear and shoulder, she started fiddling with the PDA. From the way she spoken, it sounded like this wasn't completely her first time fooling her father. "Yeah...yeah...just redirect him like you normally would. I'll handle it from there. Also, call Dre. Update the situation for Dre and the others and give them the code, "Hunter". I want action as soon as possible."
There was more talking from the other end as Roksana continued to do something on her PDA. She shifted on her feet for a moment, a hum leaving her before she shook her head the best she could without dropping her phone. Squalo and the others shared looks as they listened to her. They had heard the name Dre once before, but didn't know who it was or what the code "Hunter" meant.
"No, knowing Dre, Ray and Ai will be sent to locate and track. Yeah, I'm fine with it...for now. Oh, and do me a favor and send a message to Hibari, written. Give it to Kusakabe and make sure to warn him to run before Hibari has a chance to read it. I don't want to get him killed because Hibari's already had a short fuse with me lately and will throw a tantrum like a child denied candy." Roksana carried on before hitting send on something. "Yeah, I just sent the message to you. Do send it digitally. Who knows who might be around him when he reads it. Right...yeah...Pinattsu wasn't feeling well, so I took her by the vet this morning. I need you pick her up and take care of her until I get home. That's all. Yep. Bye."
Done, Roksana hung, sliding the PDA back onto the halter and tucking the phone back into the waistband of her skirt before realizing that they were staring at her. Turning towards them, she arched an eyebrow.
"What?" she asked.
"You totally just sounded like a boss!" Lussuria gushed.
A frown curled Roksana's lips and her hands went to her hips. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she felt a little insulted.
"That would be because I am a boss. I might answer to Tsuna upon occasion, but I do have my own men." Roksana retorted.
"Oh, I meant no offense." Lussuria assured her. "Only that you don't really seem like the type to tolerate more than a few people."
"And that is why people say, "Don't judge a book by its cover". I'm not Hibari." Roksana replied. If that was how they saw her, then it wasn't completely a bad thing. That being said, she wasn't Hibari and could deal with crowds like any normal person could. "What am I suppose to do anyway?"
Roksana turned to look at Squalo and stopped when she found a grin on his face. An instantly feeling of dread settled in her stomach. She knew, before he spoke, that she wasn't going to like the answer he was going to give her.
"You'll see."
END
Roksana: What are you laughing about?
Kyandi: Pfft...I'm sorry, but just picturing the looks on their faces as you landed in the middle of their meeting...
Roksana: Yeah, I bet they never saw that coming.
Kyandi: I hope the readers didn't either. It's just...I've seen comments online about how people wished that the creator, Akira Amano, would make a spin-off centered around the Varia, so I decided to do a mini-arc based around it.
Roksana: And thus, I'm dropped into the midst of assassins.
Kyandi: You'll live. I can't guarantee that you'll make it out without a scratch, but you'll live.
Roksana: Fun.
Kyandi: It will be. Especially when you start going on missions with them.
Roksana: I don't even know what to think at that.
Kyandi: You'll see. Everyone, enjoy and review.
Roksana: We'll be back tomorrow.
Kyandi: Bye-bye!