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Enter: Xanxus.

"Would anyone care to explain why there's trash in my room?"

Ebony's eyebrows raised in initial surprise at his disinterested tone and rather brutal choice of words, but her expression quickly transitioned into something darker. Her lips curved downward into a scowl, "Trash?" Shifting her weight onto her right foot with a contemptuous glare aimed straight at the dark eyed man lounging comfortably in front of her she barely managed to control her anger as she added, "Who the fuck are you calling trash, you primped bitch?"

Xanxus narrowed his eyes, his grip on the crystal wine glass in his hand tightening as he too fought against the anger bubbling within his diaphragm, "You don't want to mess with me, brat."

"Right back at ya', hotshot."

The older male grimaced in distaste, his annoyance rising with every word to fall from her lips. His next words were slow and underlined with a sure threat; should she not heed his command his voice promised a slow death, something more painful than Belphegor could have ever promised her, "Shut. Up." And as she took note of his tone and the murderous flash of rage in his eyes, Ebony pressed her lips together in a thin line and averted her gaze to the floor. Mildly pleased with her new silence, Xanxus looked away from the petite girl to the two assassins who brought her in with a sigh, "Who is this?"

Jabbing their thumbs at each other, both Bel and Fran spoke in unison, "His sister." "My sister."

If it were at all possible for a man like Xanxus to display shock, he did so in that moment, an eyebrow arching at the news, "Your what?"

Swallowing thickly, the fallen prince responded in an almost guilty voice: "She's my sister."

Fed up with pronouns and harsh names, Ebony interjected suddenly, "Ebony. My name is Ebony." But her interjection was entirely disregarded as Xanxus's focus lied entirely on Belphegor.

"I thought you killed your family."

In response to this accusation, Belphegor lifted his hands dismissively and allowed a string of laughter to fall past his lips, "I guess I missed a spot. What can I say? Children are sloppy."

The Varia's boss gave a grunt as he leaned back in his plush chair, "So what do you want from me? Permission to kill her?"

"Could we?" Fran asked dully, reminding everyone of his presence as he continued onto explain the benefits of a dead Ebony. "Living with one useless, annoying, unpredictable, "wanna-be" royal is enough. If we kill her now we'll save ourselves the trouble of cleaning up the messes she's sure to cause living. We could also kill Bel. He's caused us enough trouble for one lifetime."

As his sales pitch ended, both prince and princess reached for a knife, their eyes sparkling in identical irritation. It was Belphegor who spoke for the both of them, "Why don't we just kill the frog?"

Fran turned to the two fallen siblings with indifference, "What? We're open to suggestions on the method of your death."

Ebony felt her eye twitch at that, "You know they say frogs are a delicacy in some parts of the world. We should broaden our palette tonight at dinner."

Belphegor's laugh echoed through the room, "Delicious."

With an admirable speed, Fran ducked just in time to avoid the flurry of knives sent his way, the sharpened silver lodging into the plush material of his hat instead, "Well, that was a close one."

"Oi!" At the enraged sound, the trio turned to face Xanxus who seemed to be radiating a white hot rage, "Just answer my fucking question and get out of my office! Got it, scum?" The three trained killers nodded in unison and in the next moment Ebony hastily stepped forward to clear her suddenly dry throat and make her request.

"I want to join the Varia."

Of all the ways Xanxus saw this conversation playing out, he had not anticipated this, "Why?

Why did she want to join? Why would anyone want to join a team of assassins? She knew what she told Belphegor, but what was the true driving force behind her actions? She supposed, if she thought about it, what she desired, what she yearned for was a purpose. Back in the foreign castle she had called "home" for so many years she had always borne a certain indescribable emptiness. She could not find anything to lift the veil of dull monotony from her life. She found every aspect of a proper royal life to be painfully dull. What she wanted was a life akin to the one she led beside Rasiel and Belphegor. A life filled with action. She wanted surprises, shocks, risks. She didn't want life to be served to her on a silver platter. She didn't want that clean life of a castle. She wanted blood, she wanted danger and the Varia would give her that.

The mafia would give her something to fight for, something to lay her passions in, a justifiable reason to shed someone else's blood. The Varia would sate her innate need for a crimson liquid, it would give her a purpose, it would allow her to skate on that line of life and death, and give her a place among people just as absolutely insane up as she was-it would give her a place to simply be.

But she would be damned before she would say any of that aloud.

"Because I know I can be useful. I'm a damned good fighter and I'm not afraid of anything, but most importantly, I have the capability to light a fire with the information I've received about the inner workings of the Vongola. I trained with a member of the Cavallone while I tracked down Blondie over there. Some Celeste woman seemed to know an awful lot and it would be a shame if that information got into the wrong hands, don't you think?"

"I would rip your throat out with my bare hands before you could open your mouth to speak. So that doesn't mean jack shit to me." Xanxus's eyes flashed dangerously and she knew he was not kidding, she clenched her jaw as he leaned back in his chair and appraised her silently, "What proof do I have of your fighting skill?"

Before she had the time to open her mouth, Fran opened his, "She beat Bel-senpai. Had him right at the throat. I thought she was going to maim him. Too bad, huh?"

"Shut up, toad."

While Belphegor fumed, a threatening smile curling his lips, Xanxus seemed particularly intrigued, "You did?"

Ebony nodded slowly, watching as the man's features morphed into a look of pleased surprise and something entirely unidentifiable. When she first walked into the room Xanxus had thought nothing of her and when she started speaking he thought she was far too much like a mosquito, but to know she had singlehandedly threatened the life of the Varia's very own prodigy, their very own Bloody Prince...well, that changed things.

"You should've seen it, boss. Senpai was sooo close to dying. It would've made a good story if his little sister killed him, don't you think?"

"I'm going to kill you, you damned amphibian!"

And with that final outburst, Belphegor ran off to chase after Fran with his knives splayed between his fingers. Ebony turned around once the two males disappeared down the corridor, meeting Xanxus's eyes with a raised brow, "So?"

The elder man paused for a moment, looking her over once now. "If you brought Belphegor that close to death then you are strong enough to join. But don't you dare get cocky. What are your flame attributes?"

"Storm and Mist," Ebony answered easily, a smug smile tugging at the corners of her full lips.

He raised both his eyebrows, nodding slowly as if he were impressed before dispassionately remarking, "You will begin your training with Fran tomorrow."

Ebony's smile widened and she nodded once more before bending forward in a polite bow, "Understood, boss."

At that very moment the door to the room burst open and a loud whoop of joy echoed throughout the room as Lussuria bounded forward, "Oh! Fran said Bel's sister was joining! I cannot believe how beautiful she is! Oh, come here, sweetheart!" Said teenager's eyes remained wide as the male swept her into a hug, excitedly complimenting her appearance again before listing off all of the fun activities they would soon be able to do together.

Xanxus was quick to shut him up with a sharp, "Show her to her room, scum." As his boss took a casual sip from his wine glass, Lussuria nodded quickly and began to drag Ebony from the room all while explaining how he would love it if she called him "Mama." Xanxus narrowed his eyes as he watched her stumble beside the tall male and soon he called out, "Trash." She did not pause nor make any effort to turn around toward the sound of voice, refusing to acknowledge such a demeaning name. Xanxus; however, stubbornly tried again, "Trash." But, again, she made no move to turn around even when Lussuria worriedly noted their boss's calls for her. Finally he caved, "Brat."

Deciding that brat was as close to "Ebony" as she was going to get for today, she spun around on her heel and faced the dark haired man, "Yes?"

"This is a trial period. If you can't prove your worth, you're out. And if you dare to fuck around in my base, I will kill you. Never forget how easily I can destroy you. Got it, kid?"

She met his gaze without a tinge of fear, her smile ever present on her lips, "Got it, boss."

As she and Lussuria exited the room, Xanxus shook his head, letting his chin fall to rest in his free hand. What was he getting himself into with this one?

My fingers did something weird? I rewrote this?

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