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– Ummm… I think I enjoyed the Boss cameos a biiiittt too much XD.

Xanxus

“Really now, Xanxus. Just when are you going to get your act
together and give me a grandchild?”

Xanxus grunted in irritation and favored the Ninth a pointed
silence by gulping down another serving of brandy.

Timoteo sighed. “I’m not getting any younger, you know?”

The Varia Boss sighed in irritation, still refusing to move
from his reclining position in the chair beside his father, his chin resting on
one hand. “What are you hounding me
for, old man? I’m not you fucking Decimo. If you’re going to pester anyone to
give you brats then pester Sawada.”

“Now, now, Xanxus. It’s true that I’ve chosen Tsunayoshi as
my heir. But you are my son. It would
be nice to see you have a family before I die.”

“Shut the fuck up, old man; you’ll live forever.” Xanxus
growled back getting tired of the conversation quickly. It was a good thing
Coyote caught the old man’s attention or Xanxus would have probably begun
shooting people at random. He caught Tsunayoshi’s coolly amused smirk from beside
him and glared at the stupid brat. “Shut your face, mother fucking asshat.”

Of course Tsuna won’t be Tsuna if he cowered over the Varia
Boss’ mild exasperation. Ten years in the Mafia had unfortunately hardened the
stupid brat and his smirk only turned even more
insufferable as he looked over at the man from his seat at the head of the
table. “It’s just baby making, Xanxus. How hard can it be?”

God he missed the times when the kid still cowered in his
presence. “Why don’t you take your own advice and go fuck yourself?”

“Unfortunately, doing that and reproducing just isn’t
possible.” The brat replied with an amused laugh that was shadowed by the
familiar shadow of sadness lurking beneath those golden eyes. “Besides. I have
yet to find a woman who can survive the life we’re living.”

“You’re still worried about that?” Xanxus snorted, knowing
full well what the Vongola Boss meant. Living by the Cosa Nostra was not easy.
Having another person inducted into it would be akin to sentencing them to
death. Being his consort will constantly put that person in harm’s way. And
despite being hardened by the Mafia life for so many years Tsuna was not one to
wish such a harsh life on anyone else. “Tch. Give it up. You’ll have to
sacrifice somebody for the sake of
the Vongola’s line sooner or later.”

“Perhaps Xan-chan just isn’t interested because he already
has someone else in mind~?” Byakuran purred at the Varia Boss like a malicious
cat, carefully averting the discussion from dangerous paths.

Xanxus shot him a deadly glare, his temper tiptoeing the
edge of his tolerance as usual where Byakuran was concerned.

“Tch.”

“Vongola Decimo!”

“Oh God he’s here again.”

Xanxus raised an eyebrow at Tsuna’s annoyed face as the
Vongola Boss hid his frown behind a wine glass before gracing the man who had
called out to him from outside the circle of their security a short but
graceful nod and then ignoring him. “The hell was that about?”

“It’s just that annoying person over there.” Tsuna mumbled.

Xanxus glanced over towards the little commotion blocked off
by the presence of all their right hand men effectively staving off the
approach of random people to their table and saw one of the minor Mafia Bosses
who have just recently been accepted into the Famiglia. He narrowed his eyes as
he recognized the man and took another long drink to disguise it.

“This one’s been very persistent.” Dino elaborated,
snickering behind his own wine glass. “Ever since his Famiglia’s been accepted
into the alliance he’s been in every party the Vongola’s ever hosted, parading
his daughters and sons in front of Tsuna.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time another Boss offers their kin
as barter in an attempt to get more power within the Family.” Enma replied
solemnly, swirling the brandy in his glass broodingly as he stared at the
contents with almandine shaded eyes. “It’s fairly offensive that they would try
to even get involved in the Vongola’s politics this early.”

“Are those his children behind him batting their lashes this
way?” Byakuran smiled impishly as he peered over at the direction of the minor
Mafia Boss in question who was still struggling to approach their table. A
round number placed in a wide alcove partially covered by drapes of dark
champagne. “Dear me is that his wife? Don’t tell me he got everything started
by marrying into money because I seriously think he didn’t marry her for her looks.”

“His operation is fairly small, we used his Family before
for transporting some goods through his territory,” Yuni said blinking wide at
the minor Mafia Boss in question who was still trying to get Tsuna’s attention
from beyond their circle of bodyguards, his smile betraying his desperation in
doing so. “I heard someone is trying to take over his acquired assets and he’s
losing them faster than he could blink.”

“Oh?” Enma looked up with raised brows, intrigued. “Even
though he’s already allied with the Vongola?”

“Even the Vongola’s name won’t help him with a group like
that,” Yuni answered as she calmly transferred another colorful macaroon on her
plate, carefully not looking at anyone else at the table. “It seems this group
is kind of… mysterious. They appeared overnight challenging everyone in that
territory.”

“He can’t even handle that much?” Dino shook his head in
surprise. “That’s just so… pathetic. But I understand why he wants your help
now, Tsuna.”

“It’s not that I’m withholding my help,” Tsuna sighed in
annoyance. “But the man’s a fool, proud and greedy. He doesn’t just want my
help. He wants me to marry one of his daughters too. Apparently agreeing to
help him would be viewed by his Family as a proposal of marriage. I could gave
ignored it but he was stupid enough to spread the rumor around extensively.”

“It’s true,” Yuni nodded. “He’s doing it on purpose and it’s
so widespread now that other minor Mafia Bosses are starting to swear minor
alliances with him thinking he’s going to become the Vongola Decimo’s future
father-in-law.”

“I see,” Enma nodded slowly before his eyes glowed in
amusement. “He must have started it off as a bluff but it probably got so out
of hand that now he’s bound by pride to make it true.”

“Pffft ha ha ha, what an idiot!” Dino laughed.

“This is ridiculous.” Xanxus sighed in a snarl and stood up
from the table; fed up from the stupidity of it all. He had no more reason to
stay now that their meeting was over.

“Xanxus, going already?” Timoteo pouted in disappointment.
It wasn’t often that he got to see his son anymore. “We’re not done talking. I
was about to introduce you to Coyote’s granddaughter.”

“Tell him to fuck off.” Xanxus snarled as he began to walk
off, headed for the space Squalo had vacated in preparation of following him.
“I’m not interested.”

As he removed himself from the safety of the Boss’ circle
and again entered the mass of guests from the smaller Famiglia he passed by the
man who had been calling out to Tsuna earlier. The eager look on the man’s face
was a little nauseating and was easily ignored. It also didn’t help that his
sons, daughters and his wife were wearing the same eager, desperate faces.

He walked close enough to whisper in the man’s ear as he
passed him by.

“Scum.” Xanxus as he stopped beside the man for a second. “I
heard you had a daughter for sale.”

The Varia Boss smirked as he saw the man pale and sweat like
a pig from the corner of his eye.

“Bring her to me― the one you sired from your mistress― and
I’ll make your problems go away.”

As he left Xanxus was conscious of the stare from the man
that followed him as he made his way through the crowd that had parted for him
readily.

“Heh,” Squalo laughed and smirked as he followed after his
Boss, his senses already spread around them as his body prepared to keep the
man safe. “So you’re finally ready?”

“I’ve been ready for a long time, Shitty Shark.” Xanxus
replied. “Make sure Mammon gets the papers ready.”

“Yes, Boss.” Squalo smirked knowingly. “Now what?”

“Now we wait.” The Varia Boss replied. “I doubt we’ll have
to wait long, though.”

It came as a shocking surprise when your father came to you
with the proposition. Crying and in despair and begging on his knees even as
your stepmother and step siblings looked on hatefully. You asked for a few days
to think about it before you gave your consent. A moot point since you knew you
would have no choice anyway.

You couldn’t believe this was happening despite your request
that he allow you to live peacefully as a civilian. You’ve been the apple of
your father’s eye since you were his child by a woman he had actually loved.
Your mother who been killed when you were seven and even though no one talked
about it you knew she had been killed under your stepmother’s orders.

You had half a mind to escape and run away but…

“Miss, you have a visitor. He says he’s your… fiancé.” The maid
was shaking and wary as she said so. “Do you want me to call your father?”

“Is he wearing something like this on his body?” you asked
as you showed the maid the pendant you were wearing. The Varia’s insignia
seemingly a black hole between your fingers. A present your father had been
told to give you as a sign of favor from your new fiancé.

“Y-yes, miss.”

“Then let him in.” you ordered, trying to subdue the
trembling in your body. “And get him some drinks. The ones we reserve for Papa
when he visits.”

“Yes, Miss.”

You waited for him to come to you in the parlor, stilling
your trembling hands and knees and fighting against the uncertainty and fear for
the future you had thought you would be able to control. The moment he stepped
into your sight your heart stopped and froze for a second the moment you looked
into his eyes. His sheer presence swept into the room and surrounded you in a
possessive embrace.

This… was going to be your husband…?

He was staring at you so hard. It almost made you step back
and shrink into yourself in an attempt to escape such an intense gaze…

But you were a Mafia don’s daughter. Illegitimate or not you
were still Mafia-born.

“Please sit down,” you nodded to him gracefully, inviting
him to sit, determined to be a proper hostess. Only now noticing that his arms
were laden with packages. “My maid should be bringing drinks. Is your men
outside? You can invite them in.”

“I came alone.” he replied gruffly, still staring at your
face.

That stopped and surprised her. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“I heard you needed to think about the engagement?” he got
right to the point.

“I…” you were taken aback by the fierceness in that one
single question.

“You can’t refuse.”

“I… Excuse me?”

“I will not allow you to refuse!” Xanxus knew he sounded strange
but he couldn’t stop himself. As soon as he heard from your father that you
might refuse him he couldn’t pull back.

No.

He’d waited too long. Planned too hard. Wanted too much… The
lackeys he had dispensed to harass your father’s territory. The effort he took
to circulate those rumors just to make sure they would all end up echoing on his side of society confident that your
father would never take you to the Mafia gatherings to introduce you to the Bosses
as a bargaining chip. He was not
going let you screw things up by refusing him! Not when all he’d wanted… All he’d
needed was you.

He dumped all the packages he was holding at your feet and
some of the contents spilled out. Your eyes widened at the sight of jewelry,
expensive shawls and handkerchiefs… Even the finest wine…

“What… What is all this?” What does this all mean?

He ignored her question. “You understand what kind of
situation your father is in, don’t you?”

You looked up in surprise only to see him still focused on
your face. It was as though he were trying to burn your face with his eyes.

Xanxus took a step closer when you looked away wanting to hold
you. Cage you. He could barely hold
himself back. He’d been waiting so long… He was not going to let you slip
through his fingers when he was this
close to having you.

“I know I was only fooling myself when I thought I had a
choice. I knew when I told my father that I was thinking about the proposal
that I was just delaying the inevitable. But before I give my formal consent
let me ask you one thing.” you met his eyes head on. Resolve and curiosity
mixing in a gaze Xanxus had only been able to dream about all these years. “Why
me?”

Xanxus’ scowl trembled a little as his mind went back to
that winter after he turned eight. When hunger had driven him to desperation
and despair. When he dove into hell and stole food expecting to be ripped apart
by demons but instead met an angel…

“Stop! I said stop
hitting him!”

“But, Young Miss! He
stole your food!”

“No! I gave it to him!
Leave him alone! See? He even forgot the rest of it because you chased him
away! Now leave him alone!”

“You could have your pick of any of the other heiresses in the
Mafia that belong to much more influential and powerful Families.” You continued
pouring out your confusion, wanting to make sense of it all so you could at
least stop being afraid, effectively pulling him out of his reminiscences. Grounding him back to his long awaited reality. “Even my sisters are all good choices. At least they
are all my father’s legitimate heirs. I’m nothing but the daughter of a
mistress. I’m not even allowed to attend Mafia gatherings. So why me? Why me when
I have nothing to offer you but myself?”

Xanxus gritted his teeth against the words. There’s no way
he could tell you that he was the same street rat who stole your paninni when you
were seven. The same street brat you had saved from a royal beating and then
given all your food to.

No. He had worked hard to be worthy of you after all this
time. He’ll never be able to bear it if you started looking down on him too.

“Tch, who knows?” Xanxus looked away, attempting to gather
his composure once more. “I don’t have
to have a reason.”

Your eyes widened at the bashfulness he was trying to cover
up. Despite his gruff behavior and dangerous aura. You looked at the things on
the floor and understood them for what they are.

Presents.

“Fine. I’ll accept these. But promise me,” you whispered and Xanxus looked back at you
and was surprised at the same smile that had saved him so many years before. “That
you’ll tell me someday?”

That was not fair. How could he possibly refuse you when you start looking at him like that?

“Tch. Fine. Someday.”

Squalo

Squalo stripped his shirt off as he entered his bedroom,
dropping the bloody piece on the marble floor carelessly as he went straight
for the bathroom to look at his new wound in the mirror.

“Tsk.” He glared at the blood he was losing, not even paying
attention to the pain in his shoulder.

It wasn’t really the pain that rankled so much as the fact
that he had been acting so goddamned carelessly tonight. All because he wanted
to forget the wary look on your face every time he was around. Son of a fucking
bitch. Xanxus was going to beat him up if he comes back to headquarters looking
like this.

But it was worth it. He had risen to this level of greatness to make sure your father would come to him for help the moment he was cornered. He had dropped those hints throughout the years to the bastard that he was welcome to seek out his help when things got rough. He had done all that while finding ways to catch even a glimpse of you…

And then a few weeks ago his time had finally come. Your father came to him asking help to get rid of some nasty competition taking over his territory. A much larger Famiglia trying to expand. And since your father did not have much money he conveniently offered you to Squalo.

And he could barely rein in his eager acceptance.

You were the only person who didn’t laugh when he declared he would become the Sword Emperor someday. You didn’t know him from squat and didn’t even move in the same circles he did but… you had gone to school with him back in Mafia Academy. The deal was sealed when he found out you were the one resupplying his first aid kit back in school because you’ve noticed how he always came back injured from training. The only reason he found out was because fucking Xanxus caught you doing it once.

So when he asked Xanxus for a temporary leave from Varia to lend his sword to your father his shitty Boss only rolled his goddamn eyes and kicked him out of the fortress snarling something about not coming back without you.

Fucking bastard knew too much.

“…That looks nasty.”

Squalo didn’t have to turn around to see that you had
entered his room and was looking at him through the bathroom door. And despite
what he had told himself he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the sweet
concern in your eyes and longing made him swallow hard.

Were you staring at the scars on his missing hand? What did you think of
it? Did he disgust you? Did you think he was ugly? Oh why the fuck was he
thinking like some idiot teenager?!

“Why are you still up?” he asked instead. His tone sharp and gruff. His honor telling him it was wrong to speak to you alone like this. Not when you were being forced to be with him. “Did your father send
you?”

You said nothing and he looked up again. Your eyes made something twist in his chest and he resisted the urge to rub at it. Even after all these years just the sight of you made him feel pathetic.

And then he almost jumped when he felt your hesitant touch on his hair.

“I… It would be easier to fix your wounds if your hair was out of the way…” you muttered as you took off the band that held up your hair and tied his hair with it. Squalo didn’t think this day would come. It felt like a goddamn dream to stand this close to you. A dream he had been chasing all this time. “There. Sorry for intruding. Let me just―”

He didn’t know how but his control snapped and Squalo found himself pinning you against the bathroom door. He didn’t care that his blood was staining your nightgown. He didn’t care if you were looking up at him with such wide, frightened eyes…

All he could think about was finally being able to hold you. Finally. His dream had come true.

“Do I scare you?” he whispered. His voice hoarse. His silvery blue eyes tracing the soft curve of your cheek. Pressing his hard body against your softness and feeling dizzy at the pleasure of it all.

You swallowed hard, feeling as though your mouth had been stuffed with cotton. This man was strong. He had a reputation for ruthlessness and brutality that was infamous in the world you were born in. You were afraid but… those eyes… They made it hard to refuse him…

“I guess it doesn’t matter,” he muttered, lightly touching his lips to yours and closing his eyes at the sheer pleasure of it. “You will want me. I won’t let you have another choice…”