A/N: Hopefully this chapter will be funnier than the last one. Don't forget to please check out my other story, vote on its poll, and check out my deviantart. You guys don't have to but it would make me very happy. Enjoy and review please! ;)
It was qui-
"VVVVVOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIII!"
Okay, SCREW IT! It was very LOUD at the Varia mansion in Italy. The members were being themselves whether it be lazing about or blowing other's eardrums out. Stupid shark. Anyway, our favorite swordsman was going around yelling about how lazy everybody was being. Especially Belphegor.
"...YOU COULD BE POLISHING UP YOU SKILLS RIGHT ABOUT NOW BUT NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO! YOU DECIDED ON BEING A FREAKING COUCH POTATO TODAY!" Squalo screamed making the room vibrate from the plain volume. Bel uncaringly shifted his head at Squalo before breaking out into his signature laugh.
"You're just mad because you're missing your soap opera's aren't you?" he asked in mild amusement. Squalo's face went a furious crimson before he started to screech again.
"VVVVVOOOOOOIIIIIII, I DON'T WATCH FREAKING SOAP OPERA'S! I'M BUSY TRAINING AND TRYING TO GET YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE'S LAZY BUTTS TO DO THE SAME!"
"Likely story, strategy captain." Bel snickered only to be yelled at again.
"Mou~ Squalo, I'm quite buy myself. I have the boss's dinner to prepare." Lussuria childishly complained when popping his head out of the nearby kitchen.
"YOU ASIDE!" Squalo yelled pay the flamboyant man no heed. "AS FOR THE REST OF YOU," Squalo swung his sword around for effect, "GET YOUR BUTTS IN GEAR AND START TRAINING!"
"But strategy captain Squalo, I dont want to." a big frog hood drawled-Oops, my bad! I mean a boy wearing a frog hood drawled.
"I COULDN'T CARE LESS WHAT YOU DO AND DON'T WANT TO DO! GET MOVING, FLAN!"
"But strategy captain...I don't want to."
"FLAN!"
"Yes?"
"Now." that tone had some malice in it.
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"...I don't want to."
"VVVVVOOOOOOIIIIIII!" and so arguments between each of the Varia members continued. Thing were thrown, names were cursed, but most importantly prides were broken.
That is until Xanxus came out.
"...Scum..." every inhabitant in the room froze and ever-so-slowly turned towards Xanxus.
"Boss..." Levi started but Xanxus spared him no sideways glance.
"What's going on here; why is my living room a war zone?" The Varia members parted like the Red Sea and pointed at a dumbfounded Squalo in the middle.
"HE STARTED IT!"Xanxus's blood red eyes darted to Squalo in a heartbeat.
"Scum." Squalo gulped hard but silently.
"Boss, let me explain. This idiots were-." Xanxus held up a hand signaling him to be quiet. Squalo shut up immediately.
"You tore apart my living room," Squalo flinched a bit, "and your going to clean it."
"VO-" Xanxus pulled out his gun in a flash and fired it. The shot nicked his cheek stopping him from continuing further.
"You will also dust the selves, clean the the windows, vacuum/sweep and mop the floors to the point where I can see my face in them..." Squalo was a gaping wreck as Xanxus began listing off chores his maids usually do while the majority of the group was snickering in the background. "You will do this to every room in the mansion," Xanxus snapped open his eyes, "for a year. By yourself."
Squalo's jaw hit the floor.
"B-b-b-b-but," Squalo shot up, "THAT'S UNFAIR THEY WERE APART OF IT TOO!" Xanxus gave him a glare. "Life's not fair."
"DINNER'S READY!"Lussuria called from the kitchen. Everyone turn to leave except for Squalo who lay on the floor in a pit of deppression among the messy living room.
Assigning equal punishment: You're doing it wrong.