X86 - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - Lip Gloss

Summary: The fucking scum was officially the head of the Vongola, an annoying fucking party he wanted to have no part of, and that damn woman's fucking shiny lip gloss... all this together made Xanxus a very pissed of man... well, maybe not so much with the last one. X86 / XanxusxHaru

My lack of KHR knowledge might make some things untrue or some characters OOC!

I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't have time to re-read or edit things.

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Lipgloss

HappyFace1886

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The official ceremony in which the title of Vongola Decimo was handed to the next head was held early in the morning, the transfer of power occurring almost poetically with the start of the new day. It also gave people an excuse to start partying much earlier and longer into the day.

From a few feet away, Xanxus’ lips curled into a sneer at the sight of the passed out grunts strewn all over the floor. He remained in his seat, after having downed shot after shot of alcohol, largely ignoring the shouts and cheering whoops from the Varia as they drunk themselves into a stupor. Some were also discreetly talking of the future, knowing of Xanxus’ sensitivity about the title of Decimo, of how many were talking about the bright future ahead of Vongola with their new leader. The brat had grown even further over the years, further intensifying his already renowned reputation.

Yes, Sawada Tsunayoshi had definitely grown to be someone worthy of being the head of the Vongola. At least in the eyes of others. To Xanxus, the pathetic piece of trash will always remain the same. Spineless. Cowardly. And weak. Even if the boy, now man, may have some commendable points, he was not someone worth paying attention to in Xanxus’ eyes.

Still, duty was duty, leading to his presence in the ceremony. Squalo had been all over his ass trying to get him to go and it didn’t help that the rest of the Varia had joined in, giving Xanxus a migraine he didn’t mind taking out on others. Others had meekly kept away from him, knowing how Xanxus coveted the position now obtained by someone he considered unworthy. They knew all too well the searing hot pain of his bullets or the feel of his boot shooting up heir asses whenever he was displeased.

Hmph, a bunch of pathetic pansies.

He leaned back against his seat, crossing his arms as he assumed his usual pose with his eyes closed. The food was somewhat decent and the alcohol was of a higher quality, not that he would accept anything but such a thing. The organization was definitely going all out to celebrate the new leader and they didn’t even have to spend much with their private funds since a lot of the other mafia organizations were sending gifts and tribulations. Some were even governmental officials. The typical suck-ups. It was why it was possible for there to be so many parties taking place in many parts of the world.

The celebration with brat of honor himself was taking place in Japan. After the official ceremonies had finished, Xanxus had high-tailed it out of there, preferring to stay in his own abode rather than watch the pathetic lot drink themselves to oblivion.

...not that his place was fairing any better.

“Voi!” Squalo howled, kicking some of the unconscious drunks to the side. It was clear by the flush of his cheeks that had had plenty of alcohol as well. “You pathetic shits! Can’t even hold your liquor!” He then tossed his head back, laughing hardily as he reached for another glass.

In another corner, Xanxus could hear a bunch of idiots yelling ‘chug, chug, chug’ as Belphegor participated in a drinking contest with a dozen subordinates. Many of the fallen drunks were casualties of his surprisingly high tolerance. The enigmatic prince merely cackled with delight when his next victim fell backwards, unable to keep up.

Xanxus twitched when heard sobs coming from the other side of the room where Lussuria was consoling a sobbing Leviathan. The broad shouldered man cried, feeling as though he had failed his boss by allowing someone like Sawada Tsunayoshi to become the Decimo. His fingers were itching to grab his gun and start shooting at sight. The temptation was almost too much when he heard the sound of the chair scrapping the ground beside him. He opened one eye and saw long brown locks tied in a simple ponytail high up on the side of her head, lips shimmering with gloss while doe-like brown eyes stared in delight at the food on the table.

Of course, how could he forget? The latest addition to the Varia, albeit a temporary one.

“The Varia sure is lively,” she said conversationally, smiling brilliantly at him as she took a bite of a cream cake. The fork lingered in her mouth as she hummed in delight. Xanxus would have normally closed his eyes and ignored her presence, but the shimmering of her lips caught his eyes. The wretched woman only occasionally wore make-up and apparently, today was one of those worthy occasions in which she would splurge on her appearance.

The fork slipped out from between her lips and a dainty tongue slipped out to lick the cream that had managed to get on the side of her face. His opened eye unwittingly followed the movement, the feminine grace apparently with the way her slim fingers touched the corner of her mouth to make sure she had gotten everything. He almost froze at the disappointment he felt when she felt nothing for knowing the stupid woman, she would have happily slipped that finger of hers into her mouth and-.

The thought was cut off as he forced his eye to close, his expression tightening.

Miura Haru. If Sawada Tsunayoshi was considered to be trash, Miura Haru had to be something even more pathetic than that. She was weak and helpless, unable to directly defend herself against even the weakest of grunts. It was why she had been assigned bodyguards the moment she had been stationed with the Varia, her vulnerability causing her to also be a liability.

One may think that she was placed within the Varia only because of her close ties to the Decimo and his Guardians and while it was true that she had a long history with many of them, it was wrong to believe that she was useless. That woman had a brain in that ditzy head of hers, one that even garnered the compliments of the stoic and nasty Verde. It was why the Vongola supported her studies, sending her to parts of the world, knowing she would be a valuable assist to them in the future.

It did not matter to Xanxus though. One wrong move by her and he would not hesitate to put her in her place, regardless of how angry the Decimo and the Guardians would become. Fortunately, such a scenario never came to be... yet. For someone so damn bubbly and always nosing into other people’s business, she had never entangled herself with his matters unless it concerned official business.

“I think Squalo-san is drinking even more than usual,” Haru continued to remark, uncaring of his unresponsiveness. “It’s amazing how he’s able to recover so easily in the morning though. I wonder if it’ll be that case this time as well. And there’s Belphegor-san. I don’t think I’ve ever see him-.”

“Shut up.” He bit out, unable to stand her voice any longer.

There was silence and for a moment, Xanxus believed that she had heeded his command. Instead, there was a slight humming coming from her, implying how unaffected she was by his brusque attitude. Unable to contain his curiosity, his eye opened once more and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t amazed to see her pouring herself a drink from one of the many whiskey bottles lying around.

Last he checked, the legal drinking age of Japan was 20 and the blasted woman was still a year shy of that. Then again, they weren’t in Japan right now, but Italy. And the rules here were much more different.

His curiosity led him to continue his observation, the way she swirled the beverage within the whiskey glass that was filled near to the brim. It was obvious by the way she was handling it that she had never drank a drop of alcohol before in the past. As expected of a goody-two-shoes like her. Still, the fanciful smile was on her face as she toyed with the glass.

In fact, she was playing for too long. He had half a mind to knock the glass out of her hand if she was just going to play with it. And then without warning, she tilted her head back and downed the entire glass. It was enough for Xanxus to open both eyes, though his lips remained set in his usual stoic scowl.

After she was done, Haru immediately started to cough. She hit her chest with her fist, a feeble attempt to clear her throat of the nasty concoction. The sight was so pathetic and stupid that it was enough to make Xanxus smirk spitefully. His surprise returned when Haru reached out for the whiskey bottle again, refilling her glass. This time Xanxus watched openly as she poured the same amount once more and downed it all at once again.

His amusement started to fade when the process was repeated. The guzzling, the choking, the coughing, and the smacking cycle continuing even as a bright red flush graced her cheeks. It only seemed to accentuate her shiny lips and he found himself drawn to them once more, especially when she ran her tongue over them to catch the droplets of whiskey that had been about to escape. Xanxus forced himself to turn away, furious with himself for staring.

“You know,” she spoke with slurred words, “a normal man would try to stop me by now.”

Xanxus didn’t bother to grace her with a reply, opting to snort instead and close his eyes.

She giggled unabashedly. “I always knew this day would come. Tsuna-san is going to become the greatest leader in the world! Did you know that I’ve believed in him since I first met him? Hehe, okay, so maybe that’s a lie... I thought he was evil at first... but anyways, Tsuna-san is a really kind and powerful person! He was meant for great things! Haha, I guess that’s one thing that baka Gokudera-kun and I agreed on... and that’s what a great person Tsuna-san is...”

A tick was forming on Xanxus’ head. What was this stupid woman blathering about? He opened his eyes and glowered at her, ready to shut her up before she could continue with her stupid banter when he saw the tears in the corner of her eyes. What the fuck? There was still a stupid smile on her face too.

She sniffled and Xanxus felt nauseated.

The itching need to have his gun in his hand was reappearing. This woman did not just drink herself into idiocy and was now about to start crying her little bleeding heart out. No matter how hard Xanxus had tried to tune it out, he often heard the whispers of how there was a fucking love-triangle between the scum Sawada and the two fucking cheerleaders he always had around. Actually, more like a one-sided romance going on with the stupid woman here being the one trapped in unrequited love.

Gods, the ballads he had heard sung by Lussuria, the gossip mongrel.

He was not about to listen to the source of his occasionally bleeding ears bleat about her undying love for trash.

However, Miura Haru was just full of surprises today. She slammed the whiskey glass into the table, though the sound of the collision was practically unheard of due to the loud cacophony of noises made by the entire Varia. There was an unhappy scowl on her pretty little face, her normally restrained emotions spilling out due to the influence of alcohol. “That coward! I understand if he doesn’t feel the same way, but running away from me? Practically shipping me off to another country just to avoid me?”

Now this caused Xanxus’ ear to prick. Gossip he hated, but juicy information he could use to torment Sawada? Now that he could get on board with.

“Men!” Haru snarled, turning the bottle upside down in order to pour herself another glass. Unfortunately, she had finished the bottle that had been mostly full. She looked confused, staring into the bottle to see what the problem was. While doing so, she pouted a bit and bit her lower lip. Xanxus cursed in his head. She just had to turn his attention back to her lips again, didn’t she?

Haru reached out to grab another one of the random bottles on the table when Xanxus had enough, grabbing her by the wrist. He wanted her gone. No amount of information he could use to torment Sawada would be worth dealing with this woman and if she didn’t leave fast, he was going to do something they were both going to regret.

And hopefully it involved his guns.

Xanxus looked to where Squalo was, ready to bark at him to take this idiot away... only to find an equally stupid moron. Not that Xanxus was unaware of this, he had just believed that maybe, just maybe, Squalo would have it in himself to not be so fucking stupid for once when he actually needed him. But no... no, the second-in-command of the terrifying awe-inspiring Varia was now chugging away with Belphegor, both intent on defeating the other despite how they were wobbling over due to the sheer amount of alcohol they had consumed. Leviathan was now full-blown sobbing as he clung to Lussuria, who only clung back sympathetically.

Now that Xanxus thought about it, where the fuck was Mammon? Probably realized how annoying things were going to get and had ditched them the moment the party started.

“Xanxus-sama,” Haru whined, pouting at the bruising grip he had on her wrist. It didn’t hurt, really, since she was so inebriated. He flinched at the sight of those glossy limps shimmering tauntingly at him. “Let go!”

“Shut up, annoying woman.” He growled, though to his utter frustration, his fingers didn’t unwind themselves around her slender wrist.

“I am not annoying!” she yelled, now struggling furiously against him. “I worked too hard for a pompous jerk like you to call me annoying. Now let go!”

His limited patience snapped at her insults. Who the hell did she think she was to say such things to him? This was his domain! She was just a mere guest he tolerated because of the fucking trash of a Decimo!

With his lips curled into a frightful snarl, he pulled her forward, consequences be damned. If she was going to shoot her mouth without a care in the world, why should he restrain himself?

Haru was barely able to gasp at the sudden rushed movement when a rough pair of lips crushed themselves against her. Her eyes widened and she froze, unresponsive even as those lips melded themselves against her own. Xanxus, on the other hand, felt every cell in his body dance in euphoria for finally having given in. Her lips felt so soft and sleek. He grabbed the back of her head, tilting her head backward so that he could press himself closer against her.

His tongue entered into her open mouth greedily, his movements becoming more aggressive at the taste of her sweet mouth mixed with his favorite brand of whiskey she had consumed in large quantities. Sure, being a man in his late twenties and an individual of his rank, he had kissed many beauties with equally soft lips and pliable bodies. However, he blamed it on the lip gloss she wore.

She just tasted so damn good.

Haru’s eyes were shut closed as her trapped hand tightened into a fist, the fingers of her other hand clenched around the soft material of his shirt. She could feel his tongue inside her mouth, an unfamiliar sensation that made the alcohol induced warmth in her body to deepen. It felt so good and she unwittingly parted her lips further, though her tongue remained hesitant and unsure of how to respond.

Her willingness in this was all the persuasion he needed for suddenly, Haru was pulled even closer until she was straddling his lap. Xanxus ravished her mouth heatedly, determined to trace every crevice of her delectable mouth until she was dizzy with his taste. Her eyes were glazed as he tugged at her hair, the elastic band slipping off as he roughly pulled, forcing her to tilt her head back so that he could indulge in her vulnerable neck.

“Oh my gosh, Haru-chan!” an all to annoyingly-familiar voice shrieked and the haze Haru had been trapped in dissipated, leaving her all too aware of the fact that she was currently in a very provocative position with the leader of Vongola’s elite assassination squad. She froze, the effects of the alcohol fading enough for her to regain her senses. Xanxus, on the other hand, was in no mood to stop. Who the fuck cared about his pathetic men?

Haru frantically tugged at Xanxus’ sleeve, desperate to get him to pull his mouth away from her neck. It didn’t help that what he was doing actually felt really good, enough to make her want to lean in and pull him closer instead. “X-Xanxus-sama!” she hissed.

“Again. Say my name again,” his growl vibrated across her skin, causing her to shudder. There was no way he didn’t feel that with how closely pressed she was against him and to her mortification, she felt his smug smirk.

“Oh no, Haru-chan!” Lussuria wailed with his hands placed on the sides of his face. “I always knew something like this would happen. I mean, after all, you’re surrounded by such delicious men and you’re such a scrumptious little thing yourself, but with the boss?”

“BOSS!” Levi wailed with his arms thrown into the air.

“Lussuria-chan! Levi-san!” Haru squeaked, squirming in her place on Xanxus’ lap. “Th-This isn’t what it looks like!”

“Then what exactly is this?” this time it was Xanxus who spoke, his words searing marks on her. She glared down at him, but was taken by the intensity of his eyes. The words she was about to spit at him were swallowed. Still, she glowered at him. As if she was going to back down now!

“You tell me.” She snarled, all too aware of how the hand behind her head had now settled on her waist. At least give her the decency to get off of him and smooth out her clothes! Did he understand how hard it had been to get the men here to stop staring at her like a piece of meat? All her hard-work from the past year had probably been destroyed now!

“Easy,” Xanxus sneered back. “You’re my woman now.”

One could hear the drop of a pin before the loudest indignant female shriek in the history of Varia echoed through its halls.

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AN: Haha, I know I've been saying that I'm only going to focus on Teach Me Love until it's done... but I just had to write an X86. I don't know where it came from, there was just this weird craving. Hope you guys like!