Aaaa~ its like it's been sooo long since last time i came on FF. I wont say i'm proud of this chapter too... not proud at all. but it had been fun cause it kinda reminded me my courses in college. i hate college & i FINALLY GOT OUT OF THERE JESUS THANK YOU


He woke up alone in his bed. What was to be expected? That Xanxus bastard simply disappeared after he got what he wanted. With one hand, Squalo ruffled furiously at his hair. He had been played with by a motherfucking man – the worst and shittiest bastard ever. How could someone as proud as the silver haired man react after such a humiliation?

"What day is it again…" Squalo yawned and reached for his phone on the nightstand. Oh, great. Wednesday. And he was late for work.

With the bitter composure adults take when they feel their life is a failure, the silverette swiftly got up and cursed when his legs betrayed him and quailed under his weight. Right after a dull pain made itself known at the bottom of his spine. With tiresome efforts, he dragged his aching body to the bathroom, but once arrived there, cursed again as he caught the sight of his even more bruised skin in the mirror. After a quick shower, he put on a thin and high-necked woolen pullover and slightly loose, black jeans. The silverette really didn't need anything to bother his walking at the moment. He added a large scarf, slipped on his usual coat and simple dark shoes, then got out.

But at the end of the morning, the longhaired man's mood hadn't got better. He couldn't focus plainly on his work, noticed he actually put the pullover on the wrong side. Moreover, for the entire duration of the courses, he had that creepy impression the brats were all staring stupidly at him, but the stare immediately disappeared when Squalo glared and shouted at them a "Stop gawking at me or I'll tear your damn eyes out of their sockets, shitheads". Very persuasive indeed (even if not very mature).

A very long and bothersome day.

And as if that wasn't enough, that annoying katana brat had to show him his smiling face once more.

"Yo, sensei," he greeted happily. "Thank you for yesterday. I had a lot of fun."

Squalo just sighed angrily and pressed his thumb against his temple. Actually, if the kid hadn't reappeared again, the silver haired man wouldn't have even recalled the previous day's incident. At least they were in an empty corridor so no one was going to overhear their conversation. "Vooi, something must be truly wrong in your head, kiddo-"

"Yamamoto." The dark haired boy stressed. "Yamamoto Takeshi. It seems you can't remember my name yet."

"Why should I bother? Now what do you want?"

The boy faintly shifted on his feet, as though he wasn't sure what he had to say exactly. "Well, yesterday you said, you'll be kind to me…"

That had been the last straw. Takeshi uttered a low cry as the silverette, with a rapid as well as violent kick, sent him fly at the other side of the hall. The boy coughed painfully whilst he slowly raised from his spot on the ground. "Just what did I say?"

"Shut it, shitty brat! And don't you ever show your stupid face in front of me anymore!"

The older man turned tail. Seriously, what did they all think of him? Or was it fully written the words 'easy fuck' on his forehead? That, or it had to be his smell, or his glands secreting some shitty hormones that were attracting all the horny idiots around him. And why did it have to be him, Superbi Squalo, a motherfucking guy?

The silverette was pacing rapidly in the university's corridors, ignoring any students or professors saluting him on his way. His attitude was starting to get ridiculous for a thirty-two years old man, he was fully aware of that fact, yet Squalo didn't give a damn. He didn't stop until he reached the outside of the building, more exactly a vast and quiet park not far from the entrance. The silver head strolled to a stone bench, sat up and, drawing a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, he brought a stick between his lips. But then, as he rummaged in his pocket to find the lighter, he heard heavy steps on the grass coming close to him. The clink of a lighter resounded in the silverette's ears and fire made its way to the tip of the latter's cigarette, lighting it.

"Aa. Thanks." Squalo took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

"You're welcome." A man's voice stated. Squalo looked at the newcomer: it was a middle-aged man with fair hair and goatee in the same shade. At the stranger's attitude and attire (a black and sober suit), the silverette somehow understood that man couldn't possibly be someone from Namimori U. He showed the place at the long haired man's side. "You don't mind?"

Squalo nodded. The other man smiled politely and sat next to him, lighting his own cigarette.

"Picking your kid?" Squalo asked.

"Yeah… my son." The older man laughed. "But I'm sure he'll be mad. College students don't really want their father to pick them after school, do they?"

"I guess."

Another laugh interrupted by few coughs. "And what about you? A student here?"

"I teach here."

"That's awesome." The man gaped naively. "You look so young you'd be easily mistaken for a student. So it's sensei, then? I'm sure sensei is also the popular type. You see, you look quite like those models on TV. Your girlfriend must be very possessive-"

"Daaad! What the hell are you talking about?" Tsuna appeared suddenly, glowering at his father. He bowed apologetically before Squalo, just like a servant waiting for his punishment. "I'm sorry, Squalo-sensei. I'm sooo sorry for my father's disturbing you…" It was the second time Tsuna found himself involved in a weird situation with the deadly silverette, and this time because of his own father. The boy pulled at the older man's tie, forced him to get on his feet then whispered in the latter's ear, "what are you thinking about? He's one of my professors here!" The boy's voice got lower and more petrified. "Plus he's… he's…"

He's Xanxus' current 'woman'? Ieyasu was conscious of that, otherwise he wouldn't have been there in the first place. However, after all those years he'd been working for the tanned man, if someone had told him that Xanxus was dating a man, he would have laughed out loud in disbelief. But the facts were there, and he couldn't deny them. To tell the truth, it was the first time the raven had something close to a relationship in his long life and, if the man's late father wouldn't have dreamt for anything better for his son, it wasn't exactly what they needed at the moment.

Not when VR Co. was at such a critical point in its extension. The company could afford having their CEO fooling around with random whores and disappearing now and then in times of peace. But Ieyasu actually remained confused when the raven suddenly called him the same morning to tell him to take care of the Danish matter without him. No, did Xanxus really tell him that? He was a womanizer, a gambler, a drunkard and a soon-to-be serial killer, the older man perfectly knew that, but ignoring a deal of two billion dollars to run after a crush (fortunately, the young CEO finally agreed to go to work, after many a pleading and threatening), even for a romantic man like Ieyasu, it was a bit too much – mostly when considering the fact the raven had never particularly been a great Romeo. Just what kind of a person was the silverette for accomplishing such a wonder? That only one person could have that level of influence on Xanxus wasn't necessarily a good thing for them.

"And I already told you I have something to do this afternoon!" Tsuna whispered. "I can't go with you."

"Come on! Can't you spend some time with your old father? Kids those days are so ungrateful…"

"I really can't! I've got something planned for months. And I'm sure you too have some work to do! I can't believe they let you have an entire afternoon free."

Sawada Ieyasu couldn't tell his son he was actually at work now – even less that Tsuna was only a pretext for him to approach the silver head.

As he looked closer at the silver haired man sitting in front of them, the older man could understand the raven's infatuation to him. No matter how they looked at it, the guy simply wasn't a random whore; he didn't have the look or the brain of one. Somewhat, Ieyasu started asking himself how someone like the silverette could become attached to his good-for-nothing of a boss.

"Voooi," Squalo finally got annoyed, "if you're over, old man, get lost you and your shitty kid."

"We're leaving, sensei! Let's go, dad."

Tsuna pulled impatiently at Ieyasu's sleeve. The older man, though, didn't move. "Aa-ah. Wait. My son is often talking about you at home. (Tsuna, whispering, "What the hell? When did I do that?") Looks like he's really admiring you, sensei. You're just like a hero for him. ("The hell! I've never said that once in my life!") So how about we treat you to dinner? We were about to have lunch in a nearby restaurant anyway, and you don't seem busy right now, do you?"

Tsuna looked at Ieyasu as a son would look at the father who had just betrayed him. Squalo was staring at them as though he was pondering the proposition in his head. He finally agreed and followed both Sawadas.

"Aaa! Mmh… Coming… Xanxus!" The woman screamed and collapsed on top of him. They were both covered with different body fluids, but the raven could tell the hot and sticky liquid dripping on his hips and thighs wasn't just sweat. The brunette (the woman had long and curly brown hair) was breathing heavily on the tanned and muscular chest, her huge breasts alternatively increasing and decreasing their pressure on it.

Xanxus didn't hate that sensation. The woman's (was her name Dannah or Hannah or Tinah again) were particularly soft and voluptuous. The raven didn't stop cupping and plumping them when they were fucking. Xanxus couldn't even recall why he had started to be afraid of… Well. Of not being as touched by the charm of a pair of boobs as before.

And it had been like this for the last few days: almost one week of total drinking, ass-kicking and debauchery in the most luxurious suite of one of the most expensive hotel of Barcelona. The guy they had to deal with, the old Daulay, indeed had a decent house in Copenhagen, but Xanxus just couldn't picture a northern country with his (very ignorable) cold. No way anything was going to begin before Xanxus got what he desired.

So Barcelona it had to be. Even if the business trip only turned out to be a continual parade of bars, casinos and street walkers of all sorts.

"Xanxus baby, you were so~ great." The brunette shifted to kiss the raven's shoulders then fell asleep next to him. Xanxus rose a little so that he was sitting in the bed. He reached for a cigar on the nightstand, lit it up and inhaled the rich perfume of it. Before him, he could see the seaport town through a huge bay window. In the night, it was glistening with thousands and thousands of minuscule lights similar to the stars shining in the estival sky, making Barcelona look like a gigantic summer wreath.

The raven was watching at the spectacle with indifferent eyes. Only one exhalation and everything – the sea, the sky, the room and the sleeping woman – everything got covered with a lungful of white smoke. Beauty as well as depravity could grow to be something truly boring in the end. As the smoke dissipated in the air, the curves of the woman became more distinct. She was turning her back to the raven. Somehow, the sight reminded him of a slightly different one, the back of some stupid silver haired trash he had left almost one week earlier.

The man had been still, sleeping soundly in the smaller bed of that smaller room. The hair, of course, was totally different. The other idiot's was longer, obviously clearer, and smelled so good when Xanxus would nuzzle in it. Squalo also had a beauty spot, right at the back of his left ear. The raven found it kind of cute. Kind of. But on that shitty whore's ear, no beauty spot. That detail annoyed the tanned man. Not only that. Suddenly, the entire existence of the whore was upsetting him. His expression darkened drastically and, as if it had been the most natural act to do, Xanxus crushed the burning tip of his cigar against the woman's back. It stirred her awake and made her shout with panic. She fell on the ground.

"Hey, are you mad?" She asked indignantly with tears in her eyes.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." Xanxus glared disdainfully at her. "Hurry pick up your shit and get out."

The woman did as she was told and left, her beautiful face washed in tears, while cussing heinously at the raven. The latter wasn't even listening.

What happened the day after, though, had the virtue to send him in an abysmal mood.

People knew better than accosting him without a good reason. Yet, he had to make a little effort for the meeting that was going to take place with Daulay and his men. It was one of the many, many meetings they already had with that old fart (those were Xanxus' words) and at the end of which Daulay would always come up with a negative answer for VR Co.'s representatives. That was precisely why Xanxus had to get over with his wandering and personally take care of the case.

The meeting with the Danish – which had been constantly postponed for days now – had to take place at 10a.m in a neutral zone: a rather common building near the port, not far from the plaza de Cataluña. Xanxus arrived at 13p.m. At 15, Daulay wasn't there yet. Something really scary with the raven was his attitude when he was particularly pissed off. He would say nothing, would do nothing… not until his bottle of scotch got emptied. So no wonder why nameless servants would silently replace his booze every time the liquor's level seemed to go dangerously low.

At 16p.m, the door opening to the warehouse/meeting room opened wide, showing a line of men in black suits and attaché cases with, at their head, a man with long, green hair tied up in a ponytail. Nothing was specifically differencing that man from the others, except from the satisfied smirk stretching his lips. Only then did one of Xanxus' footmen came to whisper something in his boss' ear.

"What do you mean with your blabbering?" The raven raised his chin and glared at the green head standing at the other side of the meeting table. "That scum isn't going to show up?"

Kikyo cleared his throat and smiled remorsefully. "I'm truly sorry, sir. But since my master is actually the one dealing with Mr. Daulay, the latter agreed to send me on his behalf."

Xanxus threw at the green haired male a half emptied glass of whisky Kikyo easily dodged. "Don't fuck with me, trash. It's that doddering ass who told us to meet with him. Now, said ass is telling me he won't be coming? Huh. You all must be having a death wish."

A bow. "My master is sincerely sorry for the inconveniences this sudden change is bringing to you, sir. But, as I told you, I'm here on Mr. Daulay's behalf. I've already been informed of every detail of this affair, and I'm sure I can deal with any of your exigencies."

'Any of my exigencies? Stop talking bullshit.' Xanxus wanted to hiss at the smartass. The old Daulay showed up the previous days only for the other side to gather information they needed to get prepared for that day. Once their puppet ready, the old shit didn't have any reason to come anymore. And he, Xanxus, didn't see anything coming.

He grimaced. So the old fart chose them as their final purchaser. For years, they had been targeting the Danish company and its affiliates all over the world. They bribed, they broke few bones and attended to many 'accidents' in order to take a total control on the Danish. But maybe was that a simple antipathy the old man had grown against Xanxus, but the idiot firmly refused any offer VR Co. had proposed in order to buy them.

Consequently for now, they were going to shield Daulay's lousy ass from him. Very well. What he needed to get rid of was the smartass' 'master' instead. Nonetheless, the Danish company's accounts were in such a dejected state it was almost impossible for a normal firm to buy it without risking their own head in the deal. Only a company as strong as VR Co. could have succeeded such a feat of strength. A big fish. Asses got to be kicked, once he would be back from that trip, for not being able to spot that shit on time.

"Trash. Your master's name. Right now."

Kikyo laughed lightly. "This only I can't tell. I think you can understand this, sir."

"This is pure shit. I'm not going to lose my time talking with damn lackeys." Xanxus got up (let's emphasize on this: without wobbling at all in spite of all the alcohol currently mixed with his blood), his bloody orbs glowering threateningly at the green head. "Anyway, I'm not going to play hide-and-seek with an old ass. I'll see your damn master's sorry face next week, you scum. I am not withdrawing from the deal, by no means."

Xanxus was over with that day's stress. After yelling and swearing like a possessed on the phone and at the entire hotel's staff, he embarked on the private jet waiting specially for him. Few hours later, he was back in Namimori. But what he didn't expect was that that day's annoyance was still far from being over.

TBC