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Going like hotcakes

I have just divested my invite codes on

dw_codesharing, and I think they went in about five minutes. If anyone has lingering codes to share, now is the time to do it.

And I feel triumphant because I actually wrote fic again! It's been /months/ since I wrote.

...apropos of which, since I'm stuck home sick today anyway, gimme prompts! KHR is the surest bet, but who knows what else might grab me? Go for it.

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The vaguely cynical portion of me wonders how many of those accounts will end up sitting sad and lonely after the DDoS ends, but eh. I suppose it doesn't really matter, in the long term.

Hmmmm, prompts. Let me think.

Xanxus, got to be the best
Hibari, on the prowl
Chrome, sharp wits and a sharper tongue
Yamamoto, supremely self-possessed
Gokudera, the best defense is a good offense

The old men were arguing over killing him.

"If your dog runs mad you kill it yourself." Paulo's voice was flat.

"This is my son you're talking about, not a dog." The old man managed to growl even when he couldn't sit up without help. Xanxus noticed he wasn't arguing about the "mad" part.

"Boss, this can't go on." Staffieri sounded wrung out, but that was for the Ninth. Not for him.

"If we knew why he did this..."

"What do you mean, 'if we knew'?!" Rizzo cut Martelli off. "He's crazy, why the hell else would he have done any of this to the Family that took him in?"

Xanxus laughed at that. He couldn't help it. The voices on the other side of the screen went silent, wary, as if they still had cause.

He couldn't sit up without help either. Not without help to cut the straps that tied him to the hospital bed.

After a long moment of silence Martelli drew the screen back and all seven old men stood there looking at him. Well, six and one old woman, counting Purezza, though he'd only call her that if he wanted a good fight.

He actually half respected Purezza.

He snorted at the way they looked at him, all sober and weighty. "What kind of morons are you, anyway?" he demanded, voice still harsh from screaming while the damn Rings turned his guts inside out. Harsh anyway, with disgust. "If I'm not the best, what am I?"

"You're my son," the old man started and Xanxus' lip curled. After all this.

"No. I'm not."

"Blood claim or not, you're the adopted son of the Vongola." Staffieri sounded impatient, but not as impatient as the look Xanxus shot at him.

"That and some hard cash will get me a coffee. Or maybe just get me run off for cluttering up the pretty shop front."

"Isn't it time you stopped living in the past?" Martelli asked quietly.

Xanxus met Martelli's eyes and spat over the side of his bed. "The past doesn't go away," he said over the sounds of outrage from the rest. "You can lie to yourself if you want, but don't fucking do it to me." He turned to stare up at the ceiling, which at least didn't mince out mealy-mouthed platitudes in face of fucking reality. "You think anyone was going to accept a whore's son if he wasn't better than everyone else? If he wasn't worth it? You think that old man can take a kid off the street and ram him into one of the biggest, strongest, wealthiest Families there is and have it all be sweetness and fucking light just because he's your precious boss and he says so?" The laughter shook him again, high and harsh, because they did still think that. He could tell.

If anyone ever asked for proof the world wasn't fair, he could point to the fact that their own idiot blindness hadn't killed any of these stupid fuckers off yet.

"Your own damn Rings say otherwise," he said into the silence when he finally caught his breath. "So untie my hand and give me a knife, since you're obviously too damn cowardly to kill me yourselves."

"No," the old man said after a long moment, and Xanxus rolled his eyes. Of course not; that would actually be decisive action. God forbid. "Perhaps I was a fool. Perhaps I still am. But," he continued before Xanxus could agree wholeheartedly, "I will not permit you to weaken this Family."

Xanxus looked down at that, teeth bared. "Couldn't do it worse than you already have."

"You will continue to lead the Varia," the old man said, not answering, never answering, "because the Varia are needed. You say you must be the best or be nothing, but Sawada Tsunayoshi has shown that you are not the best." A smile, an actual fucking smile, twitched at the old man's mustache. "You appear to be second best. So it seems fitting, by your own lights, that you be second in the Family's leadership."

For one breath incandescent rage slid through Xanxus' veins, familiar and warm, and he hovered on the edge of calling his Flame, raw as his hands were, of finally killing the whole stinking lot of them. But that would mean an immediate fight with Sawada, with his father pitching in this time, and he wasn't recovered enough yet. He slumped back against the bed, utterly disgusted. Sawada was even more pathetic than the old man, but at least he could fight when he was driven. Best to wait, recover, let the old man die and get the hell out of the way so Xanxus and Sawada could have a proper fight with no interfering Cervello this time. "For now," he said, staring at the ceiling again, and his mouth twisted into a crooked smile at the disgruntled shuffling from the other old men.

He wouldn't lie. Let everyone else wrap themselves in fluffy dreams. He knew what the world was like. Only the best lived at their own will instead of someone else's.

He would be the best.

Oh, Xanxus. *wibbles over him* How can he lay it all out like that and them still not get it?

*pets him* They seriously live in two different worlds. And it does seem, very often, that Xanxus is the only one who realizes that.

...Xanxus: arguably the sanest bunch of the lot.

He's certainly the one who actually fits in the mafia world they're supposedly living in.

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