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As soon as Xanxus stepped into the god awful house, his intuition went into over drive. He stopped mid-step, his skin felt like it was on fire, and his eyes zoomed everywhere to try and locate the problem, and his nose picking up the scent of freshly spilt blood. And all this happened in a few seconds, because he regained his calm and walked into the living room, Squalo and Nana being the only ones to catch his minute change. Considering Daniella's guardians are trying to stop her and Lussuria from murdering the horse faced bitch.
Xanxus growled mentally, his eyes darting back and forth, trying to locate whatever the fuck is making him twitchy. He gave a small and subtle signs to keep their guard up, and eyes wide open. That's when the house shook a bit, as someone obviously heavy as fuck came thundering down the steps, they creaked and moaned under the person's weight. "Pet!" a gruff and slightly wheezy voice called out. "Who was at the door at this bloody hour!" the man called as he walked into the kitchen, not really noticing the occupants of the living room.
Petunia scurried into the kitchen after dismissing herself, her smile a bit strained from her darling's voice. "Vernon, love!" came her shrill reply, as she handed Vernon his glass of whisky and a hand towel to wipe his face. She quickly explained who it was that was waiting in the living room. Vernon grinned, finally something fucking going his way, and if he played his cards right, he thought to himself, he could finally get out of this dingy neighborhood, and probably weasel out some more cash from these people. He mused and laughed to himself, thinking of the things he would do later if everything went his way.
Petunia smiled to herself, also thinking the same, as she got drinks ready for her guests. She daintily placed them on her good serving tray and carefully carried it out to the living room, with Vernon right on her heels, the floor creaking with each of his heavy steps. Everyone zoomed in on the people coming into the living room again. Everyone sneered mentally at the couple.
Vernon huffed mentally, eyeing up the people sitting in his living room. "Bloody foreigners, but if I word it right." He thought as he looked the Vongola group over again, greed swimming in his eyes as he eyed the fancy watches, suits and shoes. "If I word it right, and work my magic perfectly. I'll be able to afford all that too, and." He thought to himself and leered at Nana a little, and thought about all his other side activities he would be able to indulge in more.
Squalo straighten at the tube of lards leer and stepped in front of Nana, whose facial expression and posture became stiff and frosty. Squalo sneered at the man, then smirked, it being all teeth and blood thirsty. Vernon paled a little at this and stepped back a little as he caught sight of the sword on his hip. He cleared his thaort opening and closing his mouth a bit, right when he was about to say a few words, he was cut off when the young man wearing all black spoke. "Where is your bathroom trash, I need to use it."
Xanxus voice was a little rough, but still soft in that weird kid tone. He needed to search the house, his instincts screamed as the smell of blood would not leave him the fuck alone. If the hurt the baby trash, he grinned, and it was sharp and slightly deranged. Petunia held back an indignant cry, and simply said, "Up the stairs first door on the left."
Xanxus snorted and spun on his heels, his jacket fluttering a bit behind him. He walked into the hallway and quickly and quietly went to the left, his wrath flames and magic rolling and itching to burn and destroy this fucking house down. He stopped in front of the cupboard under the stairs, and his left eye twitched from seeing all the fucking locks and bolts on it. A scowl forming on his already irritated face once he spotted the small trail of blood in front of the door and the metallic smell intensified. Xanxus wanted to rip the fucking door off its hinges, but stopped himself, taking a deep breath, and releasing it slowly.
He brought his index and middle finger of his right hand already coated in wrath flames up to the door, but he stopped. He pressed his ear to the door and listened. There was a light and slightly wet thump, thump, thump of a small hand hitting the door, and the wheezy, small and pained filled voice. "He-help, please help…" Xanxus scowl deepened and quickly ran his fingers down the lock, them being eaten at fast, he quickly but carefully opened the dingy and froze in place. His hands automatically stretched out and caught the small bloody figure falling forward. He just stared down at the messy haired boy, his eyes focusing on the blood soaked back, his mind blanking out for a few moments.
He was brought back from his stupor, when a tiny hand clutched the front of his shirt and let out a pained filled wheezy plead. "Pl-please help me mi-mister…" then the small boy, Harry, Harry he reminded himself. Harry went limp in his hold, passing out from the pain. That is when Xanxus saw red, he held Harry close to his chest and let out a massive roar like scream, his Killing intent and raw power fucking flooding the house. "LUSSURIA!" Xanxus roared out in deep anger and urgency as his wrath flames seemed to slowly burn and eat away at the wall behind him. He held back as much as he could so not to disturb the fragile child he was holding.
Everyone went on alert as soon as they felt Xanxus let loose his power, though Vernon fell flat on his lumpy ass, and Petunia on her boney knees. Lussuria shot out of the room, with Squalo on his heels. There was a beat of silence, until more waves of power burst into the house along with yellow and blue flames, and a very loud, angry, scratch that, furious "VOOOOIIIII!" and an urgent and firm "DALIAH!"
The next thing they saw, was amazing, in a destructive sort of way. You could just hear the clean cut of Squalo's sword dicing up the wall between the hallway and living room. Everyone watching in fascination, or horror in case of the Dursley's as soon as the wall came crumbling down so effortlessly. You could see Squalo's semi long hair flowing in some sort of eerie wind, his eyes glowing in the small dust still flowing. But what really caught everyone's attention where the orangey red eyes glowing next to Squalo.
Dahlia got over his fascination and quickly ran over to where the younger Sun screamed his name. And what he saw, made his years of being a mafia healer put to the test. What he saw made his blood boil, and his protective instincts rage. He saw his fellow Sun's jaw set, eyebrows scrunched up, and a small sheen of sweat forming on his temples. A simmering wrath building in his gut and a deep concentration set on his face, as his muscled tensed roughly. He saw how his fellow Sun also wanted to beat the ever living shit out of that disgusting man, but was holding back and was desperately trying to stop the grievous wounds from bleeding. Though he was having a slightly rough time, he may be good, fucking amazing, but he is still young and emotion would get the better of him from time to time, especially in this delicate situation.
So Dahlia took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, he shot diagnostics spells over the small and fragile looking boy to get a better read on the damage. He gently and carefully got down on his knees, hands coated in Sun flames, and ever so gently placed them over Lussuria's, gently guiding them, and nudging Lussuria's flames into a finer and more smooth flow. Fixing the major problems he could see for the moment.
Back in the living room, Vernon finally got over his trance, he got up on shaky legs and spoke in a low and semi frightened voice. "Wh-what the Bloody hell have you done!" His fear slowly going away as anger and rage took over from the damage done to his home. His face purpling as well as he took in the damage these freaks did. But he backed down a little as soon as he saw the freakish boy with eerie glowing orangey red eyes. His face set into a deep and menacing scowl, his teeth bared and hands holding his prototype X-Guns.
Nana eyed Xanxus and Squalo how there whole aura just screamed dangerous and truly and totally pissed the fuck off. They were downright murderous, Nana steeled herself and elegantly walked towards the hallway. And what she saw made her blood boil, she gripped the sleeves of her Kimono tightly. Taking in a deep shuddering breath and letting it out slowly, she grabbed the paper floating on top of the Sun's head, she grabbed it and began to read it slowly.
She quickly took out her phone and dialed her Mist. She waited a few seconds, her posture relaxing a bit as soon as she heard the bubbly, "Hello." Nana's voice was steely, yet soft as she spoke to her Mist and dear friend. "Jasumin."
Said women straighten up from her voice, and slight chaos going on in the background. "Yes my Sky?"
Nana hummed out gently trying to relax a little. "It seems, that you will need to set things up and ready for a long operation." Her left hand lightly crumpled up the diagnostic paper. "You will understand once you read and hand over the deep diagnostic papers to the other doctors I am sending."
Jasumin pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed a little. "Yes, we will see you guys in a while." Nana hummed again her hands going up in an eerie orange infused magically powered flames, the diagnostic paper disappearing. She hung up her phone and carefully kneeled down next to the Sun's, gently using her Rain flames to calm them down more.
"Xanxus..?" Daniella's voice was filled with curiosity as she stood and walked over to her Grandson. "What happened?" She peeked behind him, her face going into a blank stoic mask. "I see." She carefully fixed her suit jacket, carefully dusting herself off. "Please do not kill him out right, piece of shit doesn't deserve the easy way out." She carefully walked over to her Bambino, gently getting on her knees and carefully clasping his pale hand.
Xanxus smirk was not for the faint of heart, it was vicious, blood thirsty, sadistic and downright fucking cruel. He slowly and menacingly walked over to the fat whale, each of his steps leaving a burned foot print on the hard wood floor. Vernon gulped and fell on his ass again, the vision of a fire demon ingrained deep into his memory, for the rest of his life. Well however long that will be honestly, the next few things happened in a blur. You could hear the hard and fast hits of flesh on flesh, hear the distinct sound of a nose breaking, and the throaty and semi gaspy screams. When the nose broke, it brought Petunia out of her daze, and she let out a high pitched shrill scream. "VERNON!"
Outside of the Dursely home, there was a small crowd already outside, gawking at the limo. Said small crowd was slightly blinded from the bright and quick flash of Yellow and Blue, and very loud and odd scream from within. Then the curiosity intensified more when the another firm scream was heard calling for someone. There slight curiosity turned into gapping and slacked jawed morbid curiosity as they heard the shrill voice of Misses. Dursley screaming her husband's name. Then the sound of broken glass was heard and then they saw the big figure of one Vernon Dursley being thrown from within his house window and rolling onto the law. Then they saw in horrified fascination as they saw and heard the house being chopped opened from the inside by a young man with Silvery white hair with ease. Though they mostly gasped and stepped back when the dust cleared and a young man, with feathers in his hair, and semi bloodied hands stepped out of the wreckage and calmly walked over to the prone figure on the once pristine lawn. A slightly bloodied gunned pointed at the beaten, bruised and bloody figure of Vernon Dursley. "You scummy piece of human fucking trash." Xanxus voice was rough, slightly deep and filled with so much venom and hate.
"This will be the last time you harm my little brother." Vernon whimpered and tried to crawl away, not really having any luck. He looked up into the eyes of his would be killer, dread, fear and the feeling of Death crawling up his spine. Xanxus pulled the trigger, his wrath bullet firing out of the barrel of his X-Gun. Vernon's eyes widen, his life flashing before his eyes. Xanxus growled in frustration as his bullet was deviated from its course and lodged and burned the ground a foot above the old bastards head. He turned and glared at whoever did it. "Why the fuck did you move it from it course!?"
Nana sighed mentally and spoke in a low and icy voice, "Xanxus," she hummed and carefully stepped over the wreckage. "He cannot die right now, he must pay for the crimes he did against our Family." Xanxus huffed in frustration and let off round after round on the ground. Then he sneered and the walking heart attack. "You lucky piece of shit." His sneer intensified as the tube of lard pissed and shit himself. He turned on his heels and walked over to his Little Moon's mother.
Nana simply smiled at his and gently flicked her fingers at the prone man, chains, strong and sturdy chains shot up from ground and wrapped around him tightly. "We will take care of him soon." She patted his shoulder lightly and guided him back into the house, her fingers flicking to the passed out figure of the horse faced twit on the floor. Chains also shooting up from the ground and wrapping around the women.
Tonight, and the following days where going to be long and very difficult, Nana just knew it.