Yo~

Sorry about the late update. My exams are finally over, so it has been less hectic^^ Thank goodness, hmm. But alas, in the next 4-5 weeks later or so, I will have examinations once again. They are never-ending=.=

Anyhow, this is a suggestion from me, TUGB! Hehe, it was very amusing to write like the other chapters:D Please look forward to it, and forgive me about the late update TT_TT

This chapter has not been beta-edited -the edited version will be posted up as soon as possible^^

Here goes~

A/N: TYL Xanxus in this chapter. Hence all the other characters are TYL^^ Also, the setting is in Venice, Italy. Don't ask me why...the first place that I thought of was Venice, ehehe.

...a Parking Ranger

VENICE, ITALY

Rip.

And there goes another Parking Ticket.

With smooth strides towards the vehicle, Xanxus swiftly slipped a small yellow ticket under the car's windscreen wipers. He moved a few steps backwards and examined the car once more to confirm the offence, before frowning in disproval.

The large, orange Four Wheel Drive was literally trying to sandwich the poor, little blue Volkswagen between the car's behind. As a result, the Volkswagen's headlights and the majority of its front had been damaged accordingly by the Four Wheel Drive. The car behind the Volkswagen was pretty close to damaging the back of the Volkswagen as well.

The cars didn't have to that intimate.

Xanxus sighed heavily.

"Tch, I bet the driver was just damn jealous of the Volkswagen," he muttered half-heartedly and walked away. The Mafia Boss adjusted his fluorescent lime green vest, which was part of his parking ranger uniform, and proceeded to the next level of Poi Poi Parking Station.

The Parking Station was enormous, with 10 levels of parking space. However, there was a cost. 200 Euros for 2 hours was pretty pricey indeed. Regardless of the cost, the Parking Station was well-known to the people of Venice, with maximum security as shown by the countless surveillance cameras and multiple security guards roaming around. The parking spaces were created to be quite spacious, though some people just seemed to park their cars outrageously – like the sandwiched car.

And that was when Xanxus's job came in: to issue the dreaded Parking Tickets.

Xanxus looked down at the Parking Ticket notebook and checked the number of tickets he had issued.

50 parking tickets in an hour.

And that was only the first level of the station. Yep, he was really going all out on this job.

-XXXX-

"What, sir? This is downright outrageous!" yelled an angry owner of a small, red Ferrari. The owner was a short, middle-aged man, who had just come back from his shopping – only to find that he had been issued a Parking Ticket.

"And what is outrageous, scum?" growled Xanxus impatiently. This guy was wasting his time.

"I just came back! I should still have 15 minutes left until the limit, sir! And why the hell are you giving me a-"

"No. Don't you know your maths, trash? Or are you really that twisted in the brain?" Xanxus retorted, "The parking limit is $10 for 2 hours. The permit on your dashboard says you entered at 1:17pm, and now it is 3:30pm."

"I-I..W-Wait! B-But, sir! You just wasted my time right now, and that is unfair!" the man protested whilst making frantic hand gestures. "Sir, are you liste-"

"Does it look like I give a damn?"

-XXXX-

Xanxus stared hard at the bright pink Lamborghini parked in front of him.

"Pathetic."

Rip.

And there goes another.

The car was parked out of its zone by a mere centimetre, but Xanxus ruled it as an offence and fined the owner 1900 Eurosfor doing so. He then examined the cars in that row and found that all the cars were parked at a maximum of 10 centimetres out of their zone.

The Varia Boss let loose a few vile words and groaned.

And off Xanxus went, grumbling and complaining during the long, relentless stroll through the row of incorrectly parked cars, whilst continuously and ruthlessly tearing parking tickets.

That whole row of cars were in for some of the Mafia Boss's 'ticket issuing wrath'.

-XXXX-

So far, Xanxus had already issued approximately 120 tickets in the last three levels of the Poi Poi Parking Station. Now, he was up to the fourth level and he was dreading the next six levels still to come. He reached into his pocket and took out a pocket watch that was given to him by Timoteo, so that he could check the time whilst he was at work. Xanxus was supposed to finish at 6 o'clock in the evening, and now it was 4:30pm.

"It's a bloody waste of my time, freaking trashes...I could be at my Headquarters, yelling at the useless scums," he muttered, running a hand through his sleek, dark hair.

He was about to inspect a strangely parked Fiat when he heard all too familiar voices; voices which immediately made his eyes twitch with annoyance.

"Jyuudaime, we should report this car," a young man with silver hair said, his voice tinged with aggravation, "We should find a ranger now. How dare the car scrape against the Vongola limousine!" The man leaned back on a wall and loosened his black tie, whilst examining the damage done. He growled in frustration and cursed.

"Gokudera-kun, it's alright. We'll go and find a ranger to fine the other car," reassured another young man, but with brown hair. "Chrome, please go and find a ranger nearby. Yamamoto, please accompany her," he instructed calmly.

"There's no bloody need to," snarled Xanxus, striding towards the group irritably. The grip on his pen tightened as his infuriation took over.

"X-Xanxus," the brunet stammered, turning to the incomer, "Why are you here of all places?" His eyes then travelled to the attire he was wearing. A ranger's uniform perhaps? the young man wondered confusedly.

Xanxus locked his crimson orbs with the brunet's soft brown ones and snapped, "Is there a problem, brat?" Just when he thought his day wasn't going to get any better, these scums had popped out of the blue.

Just what the hell is this? A party? Also, what the hell were they thinking driving a limousine into a parking station? Ridiculous...these idiots.

Tsuna shook his head and replied, "No, there's no problem...u-uh, by any chance, Xanxus...are you the-"

"What the hell does it look like?" the Varia Boss countered, crossing his arms and leaning against the offending car, "Does it look like I came over to join your retarded party?"

"H-Hey, don't talk to Jyuudaime in that kind of langua-"

"Shut it. Do you want me to fine the blasted car or not, dumbasses? You are only wasting my time."

"Maa maa Xanxus, please fine the car," grinned Yamamoto, taking his hands out of his suit pocket, "We can't let the car get away with such a large scrape to our car. Besides...what are you doing as a parking ranger?"

Xanxus resisted the urge to snap his pen in half. It was the question he had been dreading. "Does it look like I want to do this shit-arse job out of my free will?"

"A-Ahaha...so you were forced, I see..."

The Mafia Boss opened his ticket notebook and began scribbling. "How much do you want it to be?"

"X-Xanxus-san...please fine them one thousand Euros," Chrome spoke up, "They deserve it."

Only? These scums are sure too generous.

Or so he thought...

He hastily tore the ticket and placed it onto the car's windscreen. The yellow ticket stood out vibrantly against the dark shade of the car. The driver would be sure not to miss it. Xanxus walked away without a second word.

"Thank you, Xanxus," Tsuna said as he watched the Boss of Varia walk away. However, it was not the end.

There was much disagreement from one of his companions.

"Jyuudaime, one thousand dollars is not enough! Look what this car did. Look at the damage it has caused. Our Vongola Familiga limousine now bears a large, ugly scrape on its side – what a disgrace it is to us," Gokudera protested to his Boss.

Xanxus heard the protests as he walked down the row of cars, nearing the end. The sound of the Storm Guardian's voice continuous complaining was a pain, and Xanxus knew that he was not going to stop his whining unless something was done; unless he persuaded his Boss's decision. And then Xanxus would have to walk all the way back to them and issue a greater fine.

No, he was not that bothered.

"I am not satisfied with such a petty fine. Something more needs to be done. Jyuudaime, please call Xanxus back and issue this pathetic car a-"

Bang.

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"-a-a more appropriate fine..."

The once glossy, black BMW was now reduced to nothing but smithereens. Fragments of glass lay on the floor and a scent of burning plastic wafted into the air. The aim was perfect, as the cars near the BMW were untouched, as if nothing had happened.

Xanxus smirked as he pictured their bewildered expressions – their eyes widened in horror and their gaping mouths. He placed his gun back into the holster, which was attached to his belt.

"Satisfied?"

NAME: Xanxus

OCCUPATION: Parking ranger

STATUS: FIRED.

Extra Segment:

He hastily tore the ticket and placed it onto the car's windscreen. The yellow ticket stood out vibrantly against the dark shade of the car. The driver would be sure not to miss it.

Well of course, who would miss their car being blown to smithereens?

And about the parking ticket...

No-one gives a crap about that anymore.

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-TUGB