Part 2:
Xanxus sat in his chair, head resting on top of his hand. The paperwork on his desk was piling up but he didn't care. The Varia boss was deep in thought at the moment about the recent events.
As soon as he had gotten back from the forest, he made sure someone alerted the other members about an issue and forced them to come back.
So the rest of the Varia members had arrived back at their base, confused and disappointed to have lost their vacation. They were all called into Xanxus's office.
"What the fuck boss, why did you call us back? The prince needs his vacation." Belphegor whined.
"Yeah, I had already prepared myself a night of fun," Lussuria said.
"And I had made my own plans too," added Mammon.
Levi, looked around, he was the only one that was glad to be back. He couldn't trust the shark to be alone with his beloved boss. However, something seemed to be amiss.
"Hey boss, where's Squalo?" He asked finally realising the absence of the silver haired swordsman.
He looked up at his confused guardian and smirked.
"That piece of trash? He's dead."
Most people would expect silence, grief, tears maybe at losing a comrade and some sort of a friend, but the Varia were different.
"Ushishishishi," Bel laughed, "The prince knew that he would always die first."
Levi tried to hide his huge grin but to no avail. He was ecstatic that Squalo was gone. Maybe the boss would pay attention to him now.
Mammon looked down and stayed silent. No one could really tell what he was feeling right now as his hooded cloak covered any emotions that may have arisen.
Lussuria was the only one who seem saddened by the loss. He had always treated Squalo like a younger brother and now he was gone.
Fighting back tears, he asked, "So are we going to bury him or what?"
"Yeah," Xanxus grunted. "I told that Tsuna brat and he told me that out of tradition and respect or some bullshit like that we're to hold a funeral for him so those brats are all coming over next week. I don't see the fucking point though. Trash is trash, it doesn't need to be buried."
Lussuria opened up his mouth to object to that last statement but then thought better of it and stopped.
"We'll need to find ourselves another rain guardian to replace him the shark too." Xanxus added.
"Yes boss," Lussuria said before managing a weak smile. "We'll go prepare then," he said leaving the room followed by the rest of the Varia.
It was quiet, far too quiet without Squalo shouting all throughout the mansion. Xanxus yawned. He couldn't sleep at all and was up all night so he was extremely tired. He had been distracted by the loss of Squalo. Although he didn't seem like anything more than a fucktoy, Xanxus had ended up falling in love with him. From his luscious silver locks that would flow so gracefully when he fought to his flawless pale skin that would sometimes flush red when he had been yelling too much and then there was his sweet voice that would ring through the air repeatedly crying for Xanxus when they were in the bedroom.
He sighed, rested his head on his desk and eventually dozed off.
Xanxus stared at himself dressed in a black suit through the mirror as he adjusted his red tie. It was the day of Squalo's funeral. His hair was still a mess because he couldn't be bothered to neaten himself up. He hadn't wanted to put the suit on but to stop the nagging of everyone else he finally complied. A few days ago, Tsuna and his guardians had arrived and were staying in a nearby hotel until the funeral. He hadn't actually seen them since they came to Italy but he had to spoken to Tsuna once over the phone about details or something.
'This is fucking stupid,' Xanxus thought to himself. He was mad right now. He knew that Squalo was definitely not the type of person who enjoyed funerals. He hated the crowds and the endless chatter it would drive him insane. Xanxus felt that resting him in a place surrounded by people would be an insult to his memory.
He strode out his room and headed directly to the room where Squalo's dead body lay. The plan was to put him in a coffin now, and carry it over from the Varia base to the funeral. Without warning, he kicked the door down and looked at the two confused and frightened subordinates who dared not make a sound.
"I want you to take that piece of trash and place him somewhere else. Anywhere will do. You will then proceed with the funeral as planned. Do not tell ANYONE at all, if they question you, make something up. I do NOT want his fucking body to be in there when they lower the coffin into the grave. Got it?" He growled at the shaking men.
"Y…Y…Yes boss!" They stuttered in unison.
"Good." And with that, Xanxus left.
Two hours later, a car pulled up outside the gates of a cemetery and the Varia boss stepped out. A cool breeze slapped him in the face and ruffled his hair. The whole place just seemed more grey and bleak than it should've been even for a cemetery. He walked through the gates and to where the funeral would be held and was shortly followed by the rest of the Varia who emerged from the same car. Soon after that, another car pulled up and two men came out with Squalo's coffin and started to carry that over.
As he walked, Xanxus gazed at the graves around him. He wondered. How many other pieces of trash got themselves killed? How did they die? However, his thoughts were soon interrupted as he walked into a lone teenage boy in front of him. Startled, the brown haired kid looked up with his huge honey coloured eyes.
"Hie! S… Sorry Xanxus," Tsuna stuttered as Xanxus glared at him.
"You should be," he mumbled under his breath and continued walking. He wasn't really in the mood to get mad at the moment. The small boy followed him.
"S… So um Xanxus, you must be really sad over Squalo's death. I'm sorry about your loss," Tsuna said.
Xanxus snorted in amusement.
"Not at all. That piece of trash had it coming." he replied.
"But," Tsuna protested, "how could you!?" He was your friend, your family, your lov-." He put his hand to his mouth to stop himself as the words slipped out. Everyone knew about their relationship but it was deemed taboo to even mention let alone say it to Xanxus's face. "S… Sorry." Tsuna quickly added meekly and looked away.
"Lover?" Xanxus spat, "Don't make me laugh. He was merely a tool that's now outlived his usefulness. Nothing more."
Before Tsuna could say anything else, they were met with the cheerful banter of his family who had already arrived to where the funeral would take place.
"Tenth!" Cried Gokudera, "You finally made it!"
"Hey guys," Tsuna waved.
All of his guardians with the exception of Mukuro and Hibari had gathered here today for Squalo's funeral. Everyone seemed sad for the loss of the Varia swordsman but Yamamoto seemed to have been hit the hardest. He was no longer his cheery self and would seldom talk to others, not even to his friends. It was so bad that it was even affecting his baseball and he was temporarily taken off the team to regain his composure.
Tsuna walked up to his friend.
"Are you alright, Yamamoto?" He asked.
Yamamoto fakes a smile back at Tsuna and told him that he'd be fine. It was pretty unconvincing though and Tsuna eyed worriedly but said nothing more. Squalo was not only Yamamoto's mentor and role model in the way of the sword, but he also found himself developing feelings for the silver haired beauty every lesson they had.
Xanxus glared at them and opened his mouth as if to speak but was interrupted by the two Varia men carrying the coffin. This funeral was going to be quick and simple. There wasn't going to be a priest or any official announcement of Squalo's death. The Varia had organised a spot to bury the coffin in, people would say something if they felt like it and they would bury the coffin, it was as easy as that.
A few of the Varia members said a few brief words about Squalo, Tsuna and Yamamoto had also gone up to speak. Xanxus said nothing, walked up to the coffin and laid a rose, just because it was the Varia tradition. It had taken a lot of persuading for him to agree. The coffin was then lowered and buried. No one had any clue that the coffin was empty.
Xanxus had managed to slip out during this time without anybody noticing. Any one who saw him would've figured it was normal anyways. He had walked out of the cemetery and back to the cars. They were empty, even the drivers had gone to the funeral. It was perfect for Xanxus. He got in and drove off. The driver would understand, and if he didn't, he would most likely know better than to object if he valued his own life.
It was only a short drive before Xanxus pulled up by the edge of a cliff by the ocean. It had started to rain. He got out of the car and opened the trunk. There lay his lover. Squalo, dressed up in white, was as still and as beautiful as a painting. Xanxus picked him up gently bridal style looking onto his his pale face. He placed his forehead on top of his second in commands. How could he have let this happen? If only he'd been paying more attention, then Squalo would still be alive.
He carried the body and slowly walked to the edge of the cliff. The salty sea breeze brushed against his face, raindrops slowly bouncing off of him. He approached the end and looked out into the ocean below him. There lay a shiver of sharks, hungrily prowling the water looking for food.
It would be more appropriate this way.
Xanxus gave his lover one last look.
"I'm sorry."
He pressed his lips onto the other's and threw the body off the cliff and into the sea. He would rest in peace with the sharks, and he would've wanted it that way.
Xanxus stood there, staring into the ocean, rain pelting away at him. But he didn't mind. The rain was good, the rain reminded him of Squalo.
And the rain would cover up the tears running down his face.