Brain Dehydration & Abscess

Author: mizu_koetatsu @ dolci_parole .
Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Characters
: Xanxus, Sual and Belphegor mentioned Superbia.
Genre: Gen.
Rated: NC-13
Status: Complete.
Warnings: Some violence, But y'know, we're talking about mafia .
Disclaimer: This belongs to someone richer, more famous and more Japanese than me. But surely que no more handsome, D

Kiss of a Killer
Xanxus advances
decided to stare forward, releasing one of the black guns on the back of her waist n. The leather makes a dry whimper when the weapon is released, and Xanxus deep breath, feeling the cold steel against the rough skin of his fingers strong. The firm says with a straight arm to the side of his body, the dark and bright metal brushing his leg with every step.

front of him on the floor, wait a wounded man mumbling questions he does not bother to answer. Knowing c & oacute; mo has been found, for those who work or who the fuck is not going to help much in the next world, assuming that one exists.
The man is a ball to the unstoppable approach of the mob, with its little eyes on the man's scarlet orbs that will kill him.

Xanxus smell fear, blood and death that pervade the room making the air in a suffocating mass for anyone. He, however, thanked the dense atmosphere that seeps into their lungs to spread throughout your body like a poison slow and painful.
Death is life for him. So have taught more than two d & ashoe-pants of the deceased, to be sure they are totally clean. Only then kept the gun and leaves the room. Belphegor and Squalo

await you in the parking lot next to the car. The Emperor supported the passenger door with both hands in the pockets of his black suit, and the Prince sat by his side, his back against one of the tires.
raise their eyes when they hear the echo of his boots on the pavement and will travel briefly to look, making sure no injuries.
Xanxus not see them. No matter if blood splashes as they stain clothes and skin in infinite points is yours or their v & as turn the music player and a velvety female voice is soon flood the interior of the car to the rhythm of jazz.
The leader drives the shifter and boot, deftly turning the steering wheel with one hand. The vehicle left the parking ramp across it back into the light of day. By then Squalo already turned toward the back yelling incoherent response to questions from Belphegor.

The Tuscan Sun warms the skin and a warm breeze coming through the windows when Xanxus you floor the accelerator.



Buon compleanno, XANXUS
♥ ♥ ♥ CHT