#tch only if you got a deathwish

[almightyshadowchan]

A cozy morning in, or…?

[therainroguefanfiction]

⁂ My Way (Xanxus)

Genre: Crack, Romance ☁

Word Count: 1,912 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Xanxus ☁

World: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! ☁

Song: “My Way”, Limp Bizkit ☁

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『Special. You think you’re special. You do, I can see it in your eyes.』

Xanxus was the leader of the Varia, a special assassination squad within the Vongola Family. He was filled with anger and hatred, more so than anyone else. His attitude was that of a king, as if he were better than everyone else in the world, as if he ruled it.

Xanxus was a spoiled brat who usually got everything he wanted handed to him on a golden platter.

Even after the ring conflict with Sawada Tsunayoshi and company, he still whined and cried about how he deserved to be the tenth boss of the Vongola family. Even after the rings had rejected him, he still felt like it was his right. He refused to accept the truth and chose to walk around the Varia Headquarters acting like a two-year-old who just had their candy stolen.

Xanxus felt as if he were special. It was clear that he was no more special than anyone else in the Varia, and yet he refused to accept that he was anything less than perfect. It showed in his eyes every time he looked at his subordinates or anyone else for that matter.

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『I can see it when you laugh at me, Look down on, And walk around on me.』

Xanxus was a man that looked down on his subordinates, the kind of man who could care less whether his allies live or die as long as he gets what he wants. He walks around on them and does whatever he feels like, while they sit back and have to take it.

You knew this fact very well. After the ring conflict ended, Iemitsu sent you to the Varia as an undercover so that you could watch over them to prevent history from repeating itself. Within just a few days, you began to get extremely sick of the boss’ childish attitude. You felt sorry for the silver-haired male who often had things thrown at his head. After all, Squalo was the only one who wasn’t afraid of actually standing up to the man, and he paid for it.

“What do you want now?” you heaved a sigh of annoyance as you stood in front of the black-haired man. He was sat in his big red chair with gold lining, one leg crossed over the other. He was staring down at the red liquid in his glass.

“Make me some food.”

“Go to hell, dumbass.”

The other members of the Varia were pretty sure you had a deathwish.

His red eyes narrowed as he turned his glare on you, swirling the wine in his glass, “What did you just say, trash?”

“Hard of hearing? I knew you were old but damn.” you scoffed.

The man stood up, yelling out a string of curses as you dodged the various household objects he was hurling at you, ducking and running out the door. You had a way of pissing him off more than anyone else in the house.

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『Just one, more fight, about your leadership. And I, will straight up, leave your shit. ‘Cause I’ve had enough of this. And now I’m pissed.』

If it’s one thing that Xanxus always liked to make clear, it’s that he is the leader and no one else. He makes sure to throw that around at least once a day, if not more whenever someone angers him.

Because of his testy temper, Squalo and yourself are usually the only ones dealing with him. How did you get so lucky, you wondered.

“Go and buy me some more wine, trash.” Xanxus ordered, waving his hand at you as if you were some dog that would lick his boots.

“Tch. If you want wine so much, then get it your damn self.” you countered, standing firmly with your arms held behind your back, a sign of respect you had gotten into the habit of showing over the years.

His glare darkened, “I am the boss. You are the subordinate. You do what I say and I am ordering you to go and get me some damn wine!”

“As far as I’m concerned, you’re just a little boy who likes to think he’s in charge.” you muttered, leaving the room before he had a chance to start his ‘throw-countless-objects-at-person-who-pissed-me-off’ tantrum. His hissy fit could be heard all throughout the house. His yelling and cussing, various sized objects being thrown at the door and walls. He really was nothing more than a child.

How had you gotten into this mess?

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『Just one, more fight, about a lot of things. And I, will give up everything. To be, on my own again, free again.』

One would think you were staying at the Varia manor and putting up with Xanxus’ bitching because you had been assigned to do just that. That wasn’t the case, however. Iemitsu had asked you if you wanted the assignment to come and watch over them. Naturally, you agreed, not wanting anything bad to happen to the members of the Varia.

Fuuta had always told you that you were a solid 3 on the ‘soft-hearted’ ranking.

You weren’t sure whether or not Xanxus knew this fact, but if he kept pushing like he was, you would gladly leave just to be free again. It had begun to feel like you were trapped here.

And that’s just how he wanted you to feel.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” Xanxus motioned to the plate of food that you and Lussuria spent all day making for him, a look of disgust etched onto his face.

Lussuria held tightly onto the spoon that was clutched to his chest, looking down at his shoes. He was both disappointed and worried; he didn’t want the short-tempered male to unleash his fury upon him.

“It’s called food, dumbass.” you snorted, resting your hand on Lussuria’s back. He looked up at you with both gratitude and worry; he, along with everyone else, thought you were crazy to challenge their boss.

Xanxus growled, throwing the plate across the room and stalking out, muttering under his breath about ‘useless trash’. You clenched your fists, more than ready to teach that man a lesson. However, you had been clearly instructed by the ninth that you were not allowed to hurt him unless absolutely necessary.

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『Some day you’ll see things my way. ‘Cause you never know, where. You never know where you’re gonna go.』

You’d think that, with so many differing opinions in the house, that Xanxus would at least give one of them a try, but no, only his opinion was right –  no one else’s. He was always right, and everyone else was always wrong.

“I said no, damn it!” Xanxus growled, glaring at the group before him.

“Would it really hurt?” Levi asked, quietly. He was afraid to go against the boss, but he really wanted this, as much as everyone else.

“Yes, it would! I can’t stand cats!” he hissed, glaring at the small orange kitten in Bel’s hands.

Hard to imagine, isn’t it? The Varia actually wanting a pet kitten – which Levi and Lussuria had found outside – and actually being able to take care of it without harm. The only problem? His highness doesn’t like cats.

“Aww, come on, boss. I’ll keep him in my room.” Bel grinned, scratching the kitten’s ear as it purred in response.

“Damn it, no! I don’t give a damn what any of you pieces of trash says! That thing is not staying!”

“It’s an animal, not a thing, your dumbassness.” you commented, moving closer to the blonde so that you could scratch under the kitten’s chin.

“I don’t give a damn what it is! The answer is no!” With that, he stormed off, refusing to hear any more.

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『This time I’m going to let it come out. This time I’m going to stand up and shout. I’m gonna do things my way.』

One month later and enough was enough.

“That’s it!” you screamed, glaring at the male before you. “I’ve had enough of your damn attitude, Xanxus!”

He sneered, getting up and grabbing a fistful of your dress shirt in his hand, “What was that, trash?”

“I’m done dealing with your childish attitude, I’m done dodging glasses every time you get pissed, and I’m done with you treating your subordinates as if they were nothing. I’m done with you.” you pushed him away, heading towards the door. You stopped as a glass broke against the hardwood, just a few inches beside your head.

“You can’t leave.” he growled, “The ninth sent you here to watch us. You’re not allowed to leave.” So he did know, at least part of it.

“Oh?” you turned around to stare at the male, a smirk on your lips. “Guess what, your highness? I was asked, not ordered. I can leave whenever the hell I feel like it.” you opened the door and headed down the hall towards your room.

His footsteps echoed behind you, letting you know that he was following close behind. “I’m not allowing you to leave!”

“You can’t order me to do shit!” you made a grab for your bags, which you had previously packed, but failed when he grabbed your arm and slammed you against the wall.

“You belong to me, and I will not let you leave,” he growled dangerously, his grip on your arms tightening.

“Fine, I’ll stay… on one condition,” you smirked.

A scowl found its way to his lips, “What condition?”

“Back off.” You answered, “Stop being such an asshole and let the others speak up.”

He growled, clearly not happy with the condition.

You shrugged, pushing him away and grabbing your bags.

“Fine!” he growled again, finally pushing his pride to the side. “I’ll listen to what they have to say, but I won’t go along with it!”

You smiled, “It’s a start.”

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『It’s my way. My way or the highway.』

Amazingly, Xanxus did stick to his promise. Minus a few slips and broken glasses aimed at Squalo. The other Varia members were starting to feel more comfortable when voicing their opinions, not having to worry about getting hit with something or shot at. Bel was clearly enjoying the way the boss bit his lip and clenched his fists until his hands turned pure white.

It was killing the Varia’s boss, but he held up to his promise.

“I fucking hate you,” he growled, glaring at you as you walked into his study. He was sat in that same chair with a glass of red wine in his hand.

You smirked in satisfaction, “I love you too, idiot.”

He scowled, standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. “Damn trash,”

“Damn idiot.” you mimicked, smirking as his lips came crashing down against your own. “Oh! And before I forget, Xanxus…”

He raised an eyebrow in silent question.

“Bel and I kept the kitten.”

He blinked, staring at you. “YOU WHAT!?” The sound of yells, laughing and thrown objects echoed throughout the Varia headquarters.

Bel chuckled, playing with the small orange kitten on his bed, “I guess Y/N told him. Ushishishishishi~”

“Do you think it’ll be alright?” Levi asked, dangling a string above the cat.

Bel shrugged, a sadistic smile on his face.

Let’s just say this hissy fit lasted a lot longer than most of his other ones, and anyone who got in the way risked their head.

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[k-wax]

Whipped

Knock knock knock

Wax’s eyes snapped open as though wound, like the toy soldier he was. He lifted a clawed hand and pressed the pad of a finger against the gravelly intercom. Darth Vindictus had given him run of the ship, but he’d sequestered himself away in Engineering. It was filled with empty crew quarters, the Eclipse being primarily run by Sith and unengaged in any conflicts. Engineering was quiet, and this suited him fine.

Zi’aa would drag him out eventually; this he knew, but the solace was needed.

“What is it?” he asked, able to hide the gargle of disuse in his tone under the flimsy connection.

Dad let me in.

Wax’s eyes closed wither a quiet curse as his finger slid off the button and back onto the bed. Always the bunk closest to the door as was habit. He sucked his cheeks in and brought his hand back up to the intercom.

“Don’t you have a shoot up to go to?” He cringed internally. The words sounded like they’d come form someone with a pole up their ass. Not a stick. Pole.

He could hear Taizi’s raspy laughing through the door. She rapped again.

Clink Clink, the thick glass of bottles rapped against the metal with a dull full sound.

“Hear that Sargent Earwax?”

Wax pressed the white button below the comm without hesitation, and the long sealed doors whooshed open with an overly sterile smell. Undisturbed air. He pulled his large square frame into a sitting position, wife beater and stuck up hair altogether telling a story on its own.

“Captain Earwax.”

Taizi’s small frame in the doorway sauntered in, bottles of rhyl held by the mouth at her side.

“Close enough,” she drawled and sat next to him.

She smelled like blaster smoke and sweat in her scored plasteel armor. Wax watched her with a near concerned look. He was quiet a moment.

“I quit,” he finally said now eyeing the bottles in her hands.

Uktaizia reached over, grasped her brother’s wrist, and pressed the bottle into his palm.

“I get it you’re whipped. What she doesn’t know hasn’t happened.”

He curled his claws around it, tips clicking around the glass. Wax looked down at it silently.

“Interesting perspective on honesty.” He paused. “Why’re you here?”

“Heard you got locked up.” Uktaizia cracked the cap off using the edge of Wax’s bunk. His lips twitched with a reprimand about scuffing, but he swallowed it and instead cracked his own cap with his cracked thumb claw. The hissed, cold breath pouring from the rim of the bottle as he placed it to his lips and took his own pull. His tendrils curled gently around the bottle’s neck, holding it to his face.

“I’m facing a tribunal, which is really only a formal reprimand in my case,” he mumbled.

“Because your nose’s so clean, eh bruv?”

“Mmmn.” Wax closed his eyes and took another pull. It was a fight not to guzzle, like a man lost in the Dune Seas. He swallowed, eyes closed as he savored the taste of cheap ryhl. The bottle tapped against he knee with muffled thuds. “I’ve made good connections for myself.”

“And to think,” Taizi huffed as she flopped back against the wall the bunk was pushed against. “You won’t even help me out of speeding tickets.”

Wax glanced back a disapproving look in his eyes. “Threatening to run someone off the road and throwing a spiked Meiloorun juice out your window isn’t just a speeding ticket.” Wax huffed and joined her in leaning back. “’Sides he managed around another mouthful of alcohol, “you’ve shown you’re incapable of learning any other way.” His brow ridges arched.

Taizi tapped the rim of her bottle against her teeth, smeared black lips pursed consideringly. “If you weren’t already in the pudu, I’d punch your teeth down your throat.”

Wax grunted in response and closed his eyes.

“So your girl doesn’t mind you skulking down here? Aren’t you two with child or summat?”

“Or summat,” Wax repeated. His stomach had dropped hollowly. “My life’s out of control.”

Taizi threw her head back and laughed. Wax eyed her out of his periphery and smiled tightly despite himself. “Please, Droido, don’t start your run as a comedian now.”

A half-hearted chuckled left Wax. Cursory. Programmed. Droidlike. He pressed the bottle back into his mouth.

“Did father say anything to you?”

“He asked how I was holding up?” She met Wax’s expectant stare with raised eyebrows. “That’s it. Nothing about your fantasy of getting kicked out of the military after having a tantrum about it.” A snerk found Taizi’s black lips. “Can’t say I don’t admire a deathwish. I’ve never had my father come down to correct my ass on anything before.”

Tch. “Shame. I’m certain he could handle the Caretel better’n you could.”

“Hey Quirt?”

“What?” he asked dryly, head rolling to face her full on. His expression was deadened. Tired.

“Quit your job. Get married. Have the kid. No one blames you for … you know.”

Wax blinked. He felt nothing at the moment. Not that Uktaizia’s opinion had ever carried too much weight, he’d sought validation that the death of her late fiancé hadn’t been his fault. And now having it, it mattered so little. He just stared.

“You blame me,” he finally said. Uktaizia was being remarkably patient with him. Gentle even.

Uktaizia made a difficult sound. “I—No, I don’t. I knew how slave-boy was.” Wax winged at the name, but said nothing. “I was mad with you because—eh. It’s the guy’s business – not mine. I wanted him to pay more attention to me, but that was never going to happen, so whatever. I’m over it.”

“Father’s not,” Wax responded evenly.

“Kaûtimak is never going to be. I don’t know why you grovel so damn hard. I’m surprised you have a nose still with how much it’s pressed to the varping floor.”

Wax shook his head and stared at the exhaust pipe on the ceiling. “Then you’ll never get it. Not in a million years will you bouncing off in your starship. Not really caring for a twinkling second. Our parents love us; they love this family. We’re Sith, pure of blood. Our burden is greater than any human Sith. We are … more. I won’t let that legacy die,” he sighed. “I have to be better than that. Better than our father. Better than myself. It’s not enough to just live a clean life.”

It was Uktaizia’s turn to be silent a while. He knew she was staring, could feel the pointed stare.

“Elutherius was right; you really were just two steps away from losing your mind. All ‘father’ had to do was say the words ‘heir apparent’ and come down here. Do you know what Elutherius was going to do with his mighty Sith throne?”

Wax’s cheeks hollowed and pursed. “It doesn’t mat—”

Taizi trampled right through him. “He was going to ask y--, he was going to get married.” Wax hummed. “He was going to adopt kids.” Wax quirked a brow ridge but hummed nonetheless. “And he was going to let said spouse call shots. That was it. All he wanted was a family.”

“Then maybe Elly didn’t understand the burden as much as I thought he did,” Wax said, irritation rising to the surface of his voice. The tone was smooth, dismissive. He supposed the lack of affect should scare him, but it didn’t. Not much.

“Go upstairs and talk to your girlfriend. Get laid maybe.” Uktaizia shot back as she got up. “If I have to listen to you wallow, I’m going to for real beat you.” Wax snorted as he heard the doors close, leaving him again in gray darkness with an empty bottle of ryhl.

[chilly-territory]

Gangsta, BD Special Manga 1-6 text translation

A translation of all the chapters of the special BD LE manga (for info and scans - fuckyeahgangsta’s post)

EDIT: a translation for booklet #5 added.

EDIT2: booklet #6 added

Booklet #1

01 Cliff: I'mma give you what you deserve for stealing my girlfriend, fucking brat! Did you do it despite knowing what family I'm from?! Aah?!

02 Cliff: Just try to get anywhere near her again! Next time, your life's as good as forfeit! Woman: Worick, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! RandomThug1: Hey, let's go already, Cliff. RandomThug2: Ouch! Watch where you're going! Cliff: Come here and let's get going! Gee, you're sure one hell of a slut, too, huh! Woman: S-So what?! It's not like you don't get it on with that woman...

03 Worick: It's not my fault. The woman bought me. Chad: We~ll, not seeing through the fact that she has a boyfriend is your fault though. That's just how it works.

04 Chad: But more importantly, Worick! I told you time and again to stop picking up customers in the off-limits zone! When your workplace, Pussy, gets tipped about your extracurricular activities, I won't be able to cover for you, you know! Worick: I don't remember ever asking you to cover for me though, Chad-san? Ow, that hurts! What the hell?! You didn't have to hit me! Chad: Be grateful I took care of your wounds, punk! Worick: You just went ahead without asking! Chad: Agh! You're really such a brat, I can't even!

05 Worick: How about you just tell me who that shithead's 'parent' is already? Brown haired, a scar on his left cheek extending to the jaw, named Cliff... Chad: Look, you should never start anything with those affiliated with the 4 Godfathers. ---I know you can be smarter than that, Worick. And I really don't wanna hafta clean up your dead body.

07 Guy: Fuck, fuck! What the fuck, dammit! I'm from the Monroe family, you realize?! Think you can get away with this, damn Twili--- Eek! Nic: LoOkin' fO' C'iFf. GuY wI' a sCar 'eRe. CliFf. WheRe iS 'e?

08 Miles: Another one of our people got killed, sir. I think it is safe to assume that it is the doing of the same person who was behind the dismembering of our man the other day. The latest victim also had his nails methodically peeled off. To be on the safe side, I took it upon myself to account for the possibility of the killer being a Twilight and beef up security on the premises. I also requested the Paulklee Guild to dispatch a number of their mercenaries to be stationed here for that purpose. Two of them, of B/2 and B/0 class, are expected to arrive in the afternoon... Monroe: ---Miles.

09 Miles: Yes, sir? Monroe: What was it, in your opinion? Miles: ...What do you mean, sir? Monroe: What do you think devoured them? Grudge? Resentment? Hunger? Pleasure...?

10 Monroe: ---Lately, it was so boring because we didn't have this kind of entertainment. So let's make some bets, shall we, Miles.

11 RandomThug3: Hey, this ain't a show! Mind your own business! Go away! Scatter! Bystanders: Looks like the body is dismembered. / That's so fucked up. / He was a member of the Monroe family, apparently? / No way whoever did this can hope to get away with their life after making enemies of that family. / Just what on earth those responsible for this are thinking...? / Oh well, starting anything with the Monroe family is plain crazy from the get-go.

Booklet #2

02 Cliff(thoughts): Fuck! Another one got killed. Did someone catch on to me selling under the carpet to the anti-Twilight faction...? RandomThug1: Hey, Cliff! It's still daytime, you're clearly drinking too much. RandomThug2: ---Oh. There they come.

02 RandomThug2: The Guild's arrived. RandomThug1: ---Agh. So Miles-san summoned Rin again. This is my first time seeing that woman though... RandomThug2: Hey, hey, you don't know her? Her name's Wong, and she's Rin's older sister. RandomThug1: Huh?! They're siblings?! RandomThug2: Yeah, and they have the rep for doing a good and thorough job.

03 RandomThug2: With them around, guess we Normals get no turn this time, eh. RandomThug1: Hahaha.

04 Lin: Agh~~~~ We're stuck with some real tedious job again this time. Wong: Hold you tongue, Lin. The client is the boss of the Monroe family. Think of it as an honor. Lin: Agh~~~~ You're too serious for your own good, Wong-nee. Wong: Are there any Twilights who routinely visit this mansion? Lin: Hm~~~~~ A guy who does deliveries and a few others running errands for Master Christiano... And also~~~~~ Kids from the orphanage Young Master Monroe supports come to play from time to time. ...Is something wrong, Wong-nee? Wong: ---Well...

05 Wong: I just thought that their smell is a little too strong for a leftover scent.

06 Monroe: ----I smell a beast...

07 RandomThug3: ---Huh? Where did he go? Hey, whatcha doing? It's almost time to swit...

08 RandomThug3: ...ch.... En...

09 RandomThug3: ENEMY ATTAC-...*gurgle*.

10-11 Miles: Sitrep! RandomThug4: Miles-nii! RandomThug5: Miles-san! RandomThug4: We believe we're dealing with multiple invaders! 8 of our men are already dead! All of them had their necks twisted! RandomThug5: We gotta report to the bo---... OneOfTheRandomThugs: ---Eh?

Booklet #3

02 Woman: You sure surprised me the other day when you suddenly asked to see these blueprints. Did you discover an interest in construction? I could hire if you want...? Worick: No, that's not it. I've no interest in that. Woman: ...Eh? Worick: All I wanted was to see the layout of Monroe's residence. ---That won't do, Madame.

03 Worick: You shouldn't reveal your most important client's information so easily...

04 RandomThug1: Wh-What the?! What was that explosion?! What's going on?! RandomThug2: It's in the east wing's armory on the first floor. Stay alert! We've got invaders! RandomThug3: What the hell are the guys inside doing?! RandomThug4: Miles-san! Wong: Master Miles, are you OK? Miles: Forget about me, Wong! The boss' safety comes first! Go to his office on the third floor! Also, watch out for the vents, the attacker is a kid! Wong: Rin is already heading there, I'll be on my way right away as well. (thinks) Tch... There goes my left eardrum, huh.

06 Lin: Look, kid~~~~~~~ You even realize what you have done and who you bared your teeth at~? Didn't your Mommy and Daddy teach you that under no circumstances must you lay a finger on the 4 Godfa... Ouch! Are you listening to me, you damn brat? I bet someone hired you to do this, right? I don't have all day, so hurry up and spit their name alre---

07 Lin: Agh~~~~ What a pain in the ass~~~~~ That's why I fuckin' hate ki... (thoughts) ...Huh?

09 Wong: Rin! Are you there yet?! What are you taking your sweet time for! Where's Boss Monroe...?

10-11 Lin: Sorry, sis. I screwed up...

12 Wong: ...---I see. So you have a deathwish.

Booklet #4

01 Miles: Boss! Are you alright? RandomThug1: Please hurry up and escape, sir! Monroe: Easy, easy, no need to panic so much. RandomThug2: Miles-nii! I'm not finished tending to your wounds! We need to stop the bleeding! Monroe: Well, aren't you quite the looker now. Miles: Why thank you, sir. RandomThug3: This is the second floor speaking! The intruder is fighting Wong in the east hall! Rin is out of commission! We will stall to buy enough time for the boss to escape! Requesting assistance, asap!

02 RandomThug4: Bring what you can from the east wing's armory, too! RandomThug5: Hurry! They're moving towards the central stairway. Hey! Where are you going? That's not the way! Get back here, Cliff! Cliff! Cliff(thoughts): Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm in deep deep shit! It's me they're after... I'm next on their list! What the hell's going on?! How come the info got leaked?! Did the guys I sold to botch it up?! Assume they did, they're still a group under Corsica's umbrella! No way they could be traced back to me that easily...! I gotta think up of a way to get the fuck outta here, or I'll get killed...

05 Cliff: HIAAH!

06 Bystanders: H-Hey, that sound just now... / They said something about a Twilight intruder earlier... / No way! That's Monroe's residence, for crying out loud. / Should we maybe call the police? / Something's clearly wrong in there. / That's another explosion inside. Worick(thoughs): Yes, run. Run for your life. Come all the way here, to me.

07 Miles: ...*cough* B-Boss, I profoundly apologize. Are you injured anywhere? Monroe: What a bummer. The overcoat I had tailored for me just the other day is now ruined. Miles: I shall see to it that a new one is made for you on the double, sir. *cough* Monroe: What do you think of this, Miles? Just now, it was... Cliff, was his name, right? That naughty boy dabbing in the black market sales that you left at large for the time being? Miles: ...Yes... Only, he sold to the anti-Twilight faction. They would rather die than use a Twilight. Monroe: Yeah, except that kid Twilight is apparently only interested in that Cliff guy. ---But not in my head, despite my being one of the 4 Godfathers...

08 Monroe: ...or hers, despite her being a high level Twilight.

10 Cliff: Eek...!

11 Wong: ...Damn that Rin. Letting a Low like this brat send him to kingdom come. He may be my brother, but that's one hell of a way to be a pathetic loser. You fool daring defile the sanctuary, repent!

Booklet #5

01 RandomThugs: Plug all the vents down to the first floor! / Request the Guild to send reinforcements! / Hurry up with securing the route! / The Boss' escape is top priority! Miles: A samurai sword, huh? Quite the morbid taste, I have to say. Only the Raveau couple from the 1st street and the Guild could possibly carry a weapon that specialized... Monroe: ---No, that’s not quite so. (thinks) What a beautiful blade.

02 Monroe: It makes me want to have a chat with the person who polished this up. PoliceOfficers: Make way! Make way! The police coming though! / Chad-san. Chad: Make the onlookers back off farther away! So what's the situation inside the Monroe residen---

04 Wong: ---Agh. Ugh. Gha..h. Downer... Why... a stray brat... has... injectors... ...A Low... like you... I won't lose... to some... Low...

05 Wong: AAAH!

07 Cliff(thinks): I'm done for. No way I can do anything against a monster like that. Gotta ru---

08 Worick(flashback): Stupidly huge adults are who you'll be up against. So once you get in through the vents, you as good as won.

09 Worick(flashback): But make absolutely sure you don't kill Daniel Monroe. There'll be hell if you do. As long as you bring that Cliff bastard to where I am, your mission is accomplished. ---And hey...

10 Worick(flashback): Don’t overdo it like that time, monster [furigana: Nicolas].

12 Worick: ---Took you long enough. I even ran out of my smokes.

Booklet #6

01 Monroe: Haha.

02-03 Monroe: Miles. I want them. I want this thing's master.

04 Worick: Siiigh. The mansion is now in shambles. And a lot of Daniel Monroe's precious men died. All because you went and beat up a random kid you knew nothing about, over one unfaithful broad. And then his Twilight friend came to get revenge. So...

05 Worick: ...what do we do now, Cliff-san? Chad: Worick, you...! What were you thinking?! And after I expressly warned you not to get involved with him, too! This is how you want to repay your debt to Big Momma for taking you in?! Monroe: ---I see, so that's what's going on here.

06 Monroe: Geez... You sure did a number on us. Thanks to you, we now have all this extra work we could have done without. Miles: Boss. Monroe: Oh well, it was a good exercise for my rusting body. Ooh, oww. Chad: Da-- Cliff: Eek! Monroe: Don't worry, Chad. I'm not dead yet. ---Well then, pet owner-kun.

07 Monroe: As embarrassed as I am to admit it, your little doggie managed to scratch none other than one of the Four Godfathers. Doing that for a petty reason that you mentioned would do you no good, but you... What exactly did you want to accomplish by being here in person? Cliff: ...I-It's this brat! It's him, Boss! He's the one who murdered our members! I schooled and warned him, but he's not satisfied with killing all my buddies! He went after the whole family, siccing that monster on us...! Monroe: ...Is what he says. Is that true?

08 Worick: ...Yes. Well, the gist of it, anyway. Chad: Wori--! Worick: You don't need someone like him anyway, no? A pathetic loser who kicks up a fuss over one broad and shouts the place he's affiliated with loudly for all to hear.

09 Worick: And to boot, sells your family's goods behind your back to the anti-Twilight groups just to make some petty buck for yourself. A worthless shit is what he is. ---That's why I decided to get you rid of him. Although my dog apparently still lacks discipline a little. ...And I apologize for that. Cliff: Y-You fuckin' brat!!! Stop with your fuckin' bull--

10 Cliff: --shit.

11 Monroe: ---Alright, apology accepted. I've taken a liking to you. Starting today, you two are mine. Become my shield, serve my family...

12 Monroe: ...and I will give you two a place to belong.

[despairforme]

I will give you a wish, it can be anything you want, and i will grant it

     ONE wish. Shit - this was hard. He had only just started to think about what he could ask for - when he realized that this was just stupid. There was nobody who could guarantee that they could grant a wish, so why the fuck should he reveal his deepest desires to a stranger? Annoyed, he crossed his arms over his chest. Santa Teresa leaned against the wall, ready for him to grab at any moment. Nnoitra didn't want to spill his guts. This was fucking stupid.

     Still, he... Couldn't help but think about what he WOULD'VE asked for, had the offer been real. All his life, he had only ever wanted one thing - to die. But it was more about escaping life than welcoming death. He didn't want to be alive. Didn't want to exist the way that he did. It was too painful. Too heavy. Too MUCH FOR HIM TO BEAR. He had never asked to be born into this existence, nor did he know how he got here. He just knew that for as long as he could remember, he had walked the desert of Hueco Mundo, carrying the weight of all despair in the world. It was the source of his strength, and had it not been for that, he never would've been made into an Arrancar. Still - if it wasn't for the weight he had to carry... His life wouldn't have this much of a trial. Because it really was a TRIAL. He was carrying a cross that was so heavy that nobody else would've been able to bear it. Nnoitra was strong. He was the strongest. He liked to believe that that was why he had been chosen for this task. He somehow doubted it though. He was probably just one unlucky motherfucker.

     If he could ask for anything. Anything at all. Then... He would’ve wished for the strength to make all that weight seem easy. Not this life where he was barely standing. Barely keeping his head above water. He was strong, but he needed to be stronger. Always stronger. Considering he did have some good things in his life ( Grimmjow ), he didn’t want to keep carrying around this deathwish. But he did- Because he couldn’t handle the weight. He would’ve asked for the strength to carry it. Aizen had given him more strength, and he was grateful for that. But he needed more. These thoughts were things he never shared with anyone. Neither Grimmjow nor Tesla knew ANYTHING about what it was like to be him. It sounded like a cliche, but it was the truth.

     ❝ Mah. ❞ A shrug, though he still looked kind of annoyed. He didn’t like falling into these deep thoughts. They never made him feel god. ❝ Some cake would be good, I guess. ❞ Tch. ANY wish, huh? Bullshit.