Title: Weird Experience

Rated: M

Characters/Pairings: Tsunayoshi S. / Xanxus

Author: Illuminous Raze

Disclaimer: This authoress owns nothing.

Warning: this fiction story contains yaoi or homosexual relationship, male pregnancy, Out-of-Character tendency, crack?, and moment of total randomness. If the following doesn't suit your tastes please, please get out of this page because the authoress will absolutely ignore flames and for those who enjoy and appreciate these kinds of theme please continue.

Summary: Xanxus experience firsthand how to be a husband and a soon to be father.

Chapter 3: Poking a sleeping lion

Sprawled comfortably on the couch, Xanxus watched the liquid swirled inside the glass before downing it in one shot. The glass flute didn't stay empty for too long as more red liquid from his favored wine filled the crystal clear object, ready for consuming once again.

Night had fallen in Italy, and the leader of Vongola's Independent Assassination Squad spends it with a bottle of liquor. It is days later on, after the futile attempts of his subordinates to pull him out of his sudden rumination that Xanxus finally did touch a bottle –or even a glass- of alcohol. Much to the rejoiced of his self-proclaimed most loyal subordinate (and the remaining members…but they will never admit it except for Lussuria, maybe.).

However, even this single improvement on their leader still cannot solve their confusion of Xanxus long periods of stupor, but decided to let it for now. The scarred man, like a habit, stayed seated on one place while his eyes fixated in one direction (mostly the wall or a window) as if engrossed in watching a movie.

So absorbed in his musing that he subconsciously blocked the world, including the sound of the double-doors leading to his private quarters swinging with a violent crash but his body having its own self-defense mechanism – reflexes- honed from long years of training did not ignore the speeding bullet cloaked in yellow light and caught it bare handedly, own hands covered in blazing orange light.

Without facial reaction, Xanxus glance in the corner of his vision, he assess the newcomer with detach interest. His guest tonight stood on the entrance of his quarters, clad in all-black suit with a yellow under dress shirt. Trade mark fedora with a band of orange strip in place and shadowed his features, a green and black gun pointed at him.

His mind absentmindedly noted the model, a CZ75 1ST.

Also familiar, he thought on the back of his mind. An image of a green chameleon flash in his mind, even with a lethargic mind Xanxus easily pieces everything to conclude the identity of his visitor, the Sun Arcobaleno Reborn.

"Chaos" the usual greeting came, the former infant tilt up his head, uncovering one onyx eye from the shadow of his fedora. Seeing those pure black – an endless pit of abyss – instantly pulled Xanxus out of his hazy thoughts. Muscles slightly tensing as he finally register the killing intent flooding the area, Xanxus downed his glass in one go. It didn't take a genius to know the root of the hitman's visit; it looks like his evening would be eventful.

'Heh' Xanxus smirked sardonically; at least the night is less monotonous this way.

~*MEOOOWWWW*~

Sweet and delightful giggles sang in ears

And without reason, he found himself smiling.

All he can do is smile, and become overjoyed at the sight of twinkling soulful eyes…

His mind swim back in the surface of consciousness, blink his eyes to erase the hazy blur of sleep. His vision adjusts and met the ceiling of his room, for an hour he stares at nothing. Letting his mind clear the cobwebs of the recent nights before his brain started reviewing previous memories, facts and events flash unbidden before settling on the memory of last night's dinner.

He groaned

Lifting the heavy covers, his feet touch the cold marble floor and made a few steps towards the thick curtains. Light instantly flood the room, shielding his eyes from the sudden change of lighting before blinking them and took on the familiar garden outside. The stunning multicolored forms of life and the scenic sky never failed to arrest his attention, he recount the times he and his family spend afternoon in that place with affection.

The thought of his family made him sigh; last night's feast is not pleasant, not pleasant at all.

"Decimo" A polite voice and knock interrupt his gloomy thoughts, shifting his gaze at the entrance of his quarters. Tsuna smile before calling out his permission, the door creak open and his personal butler slide quietly inside between the gaps.

Normally, his black-haired butler will greeted him first thing in the morning outside of his room, yet a smile ready on Tsuna's face to greet back. But feeling the tense air around his calm butler belied his deceiving countenance, his inner alarms shrill.

The second time that morning, Tsuna groaned.

- Heavy Rain -

Squalo cuss explosively, barely dodging the sharp edge of the blade that is meant to slice his head clean off from his shoulder. The long-haired Varia commander leap away to distance his self from his opponent and regained a breath.

His narrowed eyes took on the deadly stance of Vongola's Rain Guardian, the normally irritatingly cheerful Japanese is not here for a friendly visit nor for training spar. Superbia Squalo is currently not looking at an optimistic man nor a baseball fanatic but at an assassin, naturally born to kill. It appears Squalo is in Takeshi Yamamoto's hit-list.

Squalo readied his blade as the black-haired swordsman shift in one of Shigure Shoen style's offensive form, blue flames shimmering like ocean water both enveloping their swords. In the midst of ruin and chaos the two met in the center, blades clashing together.

Squalo briefly thought about his boss where about and situation before being force to focus in his own, less he die.

Che, scums.

- Raging Storm -

Everywhere, curved blades sing as they weave through the air, following the beat and tempo of red domes of explosions. The only thing others could do is run and escapes out of the way from the choreographed massacre, cowering at the sight of two storms crashing to each other and obliterate the area into nothing more than a war field.

Vongola's Storm Guardian cursed the grinning blond, releasing volley of red arrows lined with purple that instantly branch in numbers and rain down the area in wide radius. Unfortunately, the grinning and tittering blond fake prince slipped through it with minimum damage, Hayato Gokudera let out a stream of colorful words. The damn Cheshire cat heading straight at him, the half-Italian raise his lightning shields.

The fight continues and Varia's subordinates fled the eye of twin turbulent storm.

- Aimless Cloud -

In less than an hour, bodies littered the area. All of them wearing the signature uniform of Varia, in their center a broken giant metal lay. Its limbs ripped brutally away from the main body, static electricity hissing from ripped and mangled wires. The Mosca became nothing but a deformed piece of tin can, among the file of flesh.

The cause of this destruction that reduced the Varia defense force in nothing but a lifeless barren stood atop the broken Mosca, Vongola's Cloud Guardian release a jaw-breaking yawn. Hibari is sorely disappointed, attacking the so-called strongest assassination group proved to be boring, not even the giant metal entertains him.

Oh well, knowing the baby, he might as well find other targets to entertain himself. It's truly a shame he cannot have the trash herbivore.

Kyoya Hibari prowled along.

- Deceitful Mist -

The signature laugh of the ex-Vindice prisoner really grates on Mammon's ears, it didn't help the signature sound remind him of his defeat in the Ring Battle years ago. Mukuro Rukudo taunts the Varia Illusionist, the infuriating smirk place on his lips before disappearing in a haze of illusions.

And in the midst of it all, the two mist minds collided and battle for dominance. Trying to out-wit and defraud the other, a battle to show one's creativeness that turn their battle field filled with towers of flames, hideous monsters and every horror of nightmares that brought a flood of insanity to those unprepared.

It appears that, once again, Mukuro Rukudo establish his superiority in the field of madness, and much to Mammon and his subordinates' fear, the normally scary images turn into nothing short of colorful Wonderland. Where – wait?

…is that Belphagor wearing a princess gown? Mammon flinched noticeably at the flying kiss the gender-bended blond sends him before urging the horse – he mounted – towards a tall brick tower, long blond braid fluttering dramatically behind.

If that is not disturbing enough, he doesn't want to know. Unfortunately, the illusions did not release Mammon however hard he tried to resist, his struggle came to a halt at the sight that came next. The nightmare of nightmares continues

By the end of this, Mammon will surely stir clear from the lunatic pineapple illusionist, and even under the threat of death, he will never speak about the Levi in tight and frilly clothes while twirling as ballerina with an umbrella in hand, the fake prince turn fake princess, the pigtailed Squalo wearing short shorts, baseball shirt and cap complete by baseball bat and cheering Yamamoto on the side, and the dancing Lussuria in bikini-peacock headdress-stiletto – oh god! It feels like that incident all over again!

And most of all, the shy and timid uke image of Xanxus, no, Mammon will never speak of it. He'll withhold these images to his grave, less his scarred boss will kill him instead.

"Kufufufu"

- Destructive Sky and Elusive Sun -

Reborn evade the shots of searing orange flames, careful to distance himself from the sky flames roaring with storm properties. His green partner morphed to a hand-gun, shooting back rounds after rounds of his own flames back at the Varia boss, who also draw his pair of X guns.

From Xanxus's quarter (now reduce to ashes), the fight move to the corridors of the Varia Mansion. Quick on his feet, Reborn jump to a room on his left, seeking refuge from the blast of intense flames that flooded the hallway like stream of liquid lava. It didn't take long for the sun Arcobaleno to leap away from the melted wall his leaning as it crack and explode upon cooling.

Cloud of dust and smog block his vision for a moment, when it clear up, Xanxus silhouette emerge. A smirk plastered on his face, an expression Reborn easily mirror.

…..

….

"What is the meaning of this!"

An ominously familiar voice demanded, it amazingly echo throughout the battlefield and cease all movements. Somehow, Gokudera's swore words rang faintly before highly pure Sky flames burst in a tower reaching passed heaven.

You should never poke a sleeping lion, a lesson they will learn soon enough.

To be continued…

A/N:

….(nervous chuckle) .. yeah, I know. That's why I apologize for not updating for some time, it's just that, a lot of things catch and cannot properly focused. I hope the readers understand me.

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