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mafiabosstsuna · 7 years

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Separate scenarios for Xanxus and Squalo where they end up engaged to the daughter of a boss of a much smaller family. She can't imagine why they're engaged and is honestly a little wary around them - turns out, she was one of the few people who was actually kind to him when he was younger - like before the Varia younger. Also turns out that the guy's the one hwo made sure that this was set up because he remembered that. Thanks!

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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 acttogether and give me a grandchild?”

Xanxus grunted in irritation and favored the Ninth a pointedsilence 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 movefrom his reclining position in the chair beside his father, his chin resting onone hand. “What are you hounding mefor, old man? I’m not you fucking Decimo. If you’re going to pester anyone togive you brats then pester Sawada.”

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

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

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

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

“Unfortunately, doing that and reproducing just isn’tpossible.” The brat replied with an amused laugh that was shadowed by thefamiliar shadow of sadness lurking beneath those golden eyes. “Besides. I haveyet to find a woman who can survive the life we’re living.”

“You’re still worried about that?” Xanxus snorted, knowingfull 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 todeath. Being his consort will constantly put that person in harm’s way. Anddespite being hardened by the Mafia life for so many years Tsuna was not one towish such a harsh life on anyone else. “Tch. Give it up. You’ll have tosacrifice somebody for the sake ofthe Vongola’s line sooner or later.”

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

Xanxus shot him a deadly glare, his temper tiptoeing theedge 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 theVongola Boss hid his frown behind a wine glass before gracing the man who hadcalled out to him from outside the circle of their security a short butgraceful 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 offby the presence of all their right hand men effectively staving off theapproach of random people to their table and saw one of the minor Mafia Bosseswho have just recently been accepted into the Famiglia. He narrowed his eyes ashe 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 acceptedinto the alliance he’s been in every party the Vongola’s ever hosted, paradinghis daughters and sons in front of Tsuna.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not that I’m withholding my help,” Tsuna sighed inannoyance. “But the man’s a fool, proud and greedy. He doesn’t just want myhelp. He wants me to marry one of his daughters too. Apparently agreeing tohelp him would be viewed by his Family as a proposal of marriage. I could gaveignored 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’sso widespread now that other minor Mafia Bosses are starting to swear minoralliances with him thinking he’s going to become the Vongola Decimo’s futurefather-in-law.”

“I see,” Enma nodded slowly before his eyes glowed inamusement. “He must have started it off as a bluff but it probably got so outof 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 upfrom the table; fed up from the stupidity of it all. He had no more reason tostay 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. Iwas about to introduce you to Coyote’s granddaughter.”

“Tell him to fuck off.” Xanxus snarled as he began to walkoff, 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’ circleand again entered the mass of guests from the smaller Famiglia he passed by theman who had been calling out to Tsuna earlier. The eager look on the man’s facewas a little nauseating and was easily ignored. It also didn’t help that hissons, daughters and his wife were wearing the same eager, desperate faces.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve been ready for a long time, Shitty Shark.” Xanxusreplied. “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 haveto wait long, though.”

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

You couldn’t believe this was happening despite your requestthat he allow you to live peacefully as a civilian. You’ve been the apple ofyour 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 talkedabout 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 maidwas 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 askedas you showed the maid the pendant you were wearing. The Varia’s insigniaseemingly a black hole between your fingers. A present your father had beentold to give you as a sign of favor from your new fiancé.

“Y-yes, miss.”

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

“Yes, Miss.”

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

This… was going to be your husband…?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can’t refuse.”

“I… Excuse me?”

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

No.

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

He dumped all the packages he was holding at your feet andsome 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 ofsituation your father is in, don’t you?”

You looked up in surprise only to see him still focused onyour 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 holdyou. Cage you. He could barely holdhimself back. He’d been waiting so long… He was not going to let you slipthrough his fingers when he was thisclose to having you.

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

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

“Stop! I said stophitting him!”

“But, Young Miss! Hestole your food!”

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

“You could have your pick of any of the other heiresses in theMafia that belong to much more influential and powerful Families.” You continuedpouring out your confusion, wanting to make sense of it all so you could atleast 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 theyare all my father’s legitimate heirs. I’m nothing but the daughter of amistress. I’m not even allowed to attend Mafia gatherings. So why me? Why me whenI have nothing to offer you but myself?”

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

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

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

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

Presents.

“Fine. I’ll accept these. But promise me,” you whispered and Xanxus looked back at youand was surprised at the same smile that had saved him so many years before. “Thatyou’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 straightfor the bathroom to look at his new wound in the mirror.

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

It wasn’t really the pain that rankled so much as the factthat he had been acting so goddamned carelessly tonight. All because he wantedto forget the wary look on your face every time he was around. Son of a fuckingbitch. Xanxus was going to beat him up if he comes back to headquarters lookinglike 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 hadentered his room and was looking at him through the bathroom door. And despitewhat he had told himself he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the sweetconcern in your eyes and longing made him swallow hard.

Were you staring at the scars on his missing hand? What did you think ofit? Did he disgust you? Did you think he was ugly? Oh why the fuck was hethinking 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 sendyou?”

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…”

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onceabluemoonwrites · 7 years

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Here We Are (Don’t Turn Away Now)

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Summary: ‘’Once upon a time, Mortak saw the world’s end and jumped in a well to prevent it.’’ In which Skull was from Atlantis.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

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Thanks for the title prompt to @operaeagleicelynlacelett , to who this fic is dedicated as well!

Inspired by @wolfsrainrules ‘ Immortal Skull

This fic is part of the 0027 Population Project

Ragnarok, apocalypse, armageddon, the end of the world, it lies in the future, and he must prevent it. Time drags on slowly, yet endlessly fast. It swirls and twirls, like the makatti on the Day of the Waves.

It dizzies Skull, shakes up his head, holds him upside down until the blood in his feet has long since left. It pools in his head, bloats him to the max, and by Poseidon, the pressure is crushing.

He is no kitara- has only walked the sacred halls on behalf of the Kings, the proof of the union of ten. But he knows what is coming, can feel it thrumming in his veins, as sure as the heartbeat thumping his ribcage. He has seen it in the well, and it tore him apart until he dove in, in, in.

Into the well of Atlantis, to leave his homeland.

Into the well of the Gods, to save them all.

Into the well, because the world is beautiful, and Skull is a selfish man.

Into the depths.

Fathoms below lies the future.

Before he was in the Place-Not-His in the Time-Not-Thine, his name was Mortak. He whispers it to the moon at night so he won’t forget because names are power and the moon keeps many secrets.

Mortak- the framework made of calcium. Mortak, child-not-holy. Mortak, the bone that protects the brain.

Calling himself Skull makes people look at him strangely, but retaining a sliver of his past, a reminder, is exactly what he needs.

A skull is sturdy, a skull must not break, it is rigid, and mankind has had it since their race was born, a crucial memorial of what they are. That is what Skull must be.

Especially now, in this place where the buildings are not white, where pillars are gray and concrete, no marble to be seen. This is an age of technology, they say, and he laughs, laughs and laughs because the only thing close to freedom he’s found is a motorcycle and even those have no wings- not like the Atlanteans.

He misses the city, misses the people, misses the elephants in the streets. If he looks far enough, he’ll find elephants. If he looks far enough, he’ll find people with skin as dark as his own. But nowhere does he find purple lips and ki-coloured hair, no matter how far and wide he searches.

His heart heavy and his brow furrowed, hands empty and still alive.

The others are not.

‘’I swear on my ki to be Mortak, protector of Worlds, of Atlantis, of the Citadel. May my breath be stolen only by the Gods, may my blood be the dye of the Weaver, for I shall serve no one King, rule over no man, and be the Proof of Ten being One, in spirit if not in body.’’

Atlantis was called the city of Atlas- when it crumbled, the sky fell down. At least, that’s what it felt like.

He knows he’s losing memories slowly, but he can’t write his thoughts, his past, down fast enough, and eventually, he forgets. Too much is lost in his passage through time, and he fears his sanity was among it.

He must preserve, he must remember. As long as he lives, Atlantis is not dead entirely. He must seek further, deeper, wander into the halls of the long forgotten, and find it. Find that corrupted remnant his home, and restore it to it’s proper state.

Once he met a woman that felt like a sea storm, like ki, like King, but he turned away.

She’s not real, she’s a fata morgana.

Her name is Daniela, but Skull calls her a ghost.

One from the past, that is.

Wingless, a King wingless! Such abomination shouldn’t exist. It doesn’t exist, because Daniela is not real, no matter how much he wants her to be, with her sea foam royalty riding her carriage in the maelstrom.

When she leaves, he can breathe again.

(Her golden eyes haunt his dreams and the colour red is stained with regret.

She did not phase through him when she kissed his forehead in farewell. It was not motherly, not even remotely warm. It was cold and furious, raging in contrast with soft touch, but so undeniably human. What if- Could he have- Why did he not-

He locks her away in a box in his head, but the memory of her is too vivid to be caught, and he spends his nights staring at the ceiling and wondering:

What if?)

Once upon a time, Mortak saw the world’s end and jumped in a well to prevent it. Through time, he was dragged, and spit into a world he knew not, where only the sea lay past the pillars of Herakles, and tales of sunken cities were told.

So romantic, they said. So beautiful, they cried. Such a myth, some scoffed.

Dead! Skull wailed, dead, gone and rotten in the waves! Not even Poseidon’s embrace could save Atlantis, and that was a bitter pill to swallow.

He looked far and wide, but there was nothing but heartbreak to find, so in the end, he decides to wait. The Kings must come, and spread their wings, to spin the wheel of the world and save it by existing.

In the meantime, he amuses children with skills from times long past, defies gravity with a bike the way he once did with the wings he can’t bring himself to stretch because by the maw of the Kraken, to fly alone is worse than never leaving the ground.

So of course, they’re the ones that find him.

Or, well, Checkerface did. The man who shuts the shackles around their wrists, without any of them knowing- except for Luce, the seer, who seems to be some sort of mix between kitara and makatti that Skull for the life of him cannot understand. Kitara and makatti are not meant to be mixed- his throat burns, bile rising.

But Luce is kind and Luce is sweet and her ki shines so brightly. He melts in her presence, her song like a hymn the Kings sung in the olden days.

So he stays.

That she has no wings despite having ki is something he has come to accept. He pities her, child of the wind, cast aside forever. But he loves her more and calls her his sister, as Yiken did to Rai in the Chronicles of the Kings.

The others, oh, they astound him too. Who would’ve thought he’d finally find ki-users in the mafia, of all places? Their lips don’t possess the faintest trace of lilac, but their eyes and hair tend to let their ki bleed through in displays of colour.

They’re not his people, but they’re familiar, and it’s much harder to think of them as tainted when they are so adamant they are not. When he knows them.

He dreams of a city full of water, of salty breeze and waves breaking, but for once smelling fish does not make him homesick, and it’s all he can ask for these days.

They’re cursed, and disguise the squabbling among them as hate and indifference, but are a family all the same.

(Still, there is not a single person with a feather on their back)

Luce dies and her daughter Aria appears. She sings the same song, the olden hymn, and has eyes too knowing. She’s too much like her mother, sees too much and feels too much, young and old at the same time.

Aria is her own person, yet not, and this must be what a mingling of kitara and makatti brings forth- the dying undying, reborn in each other, destined for a tragic end indeed.

Aria is Luce, but Luce was not Aria, just as one day, Aria’s daughter will be Aria, but Aria, not her daughter.

What a curse indeed.

Atlantis is not dead. Atlantis lives, ever shape-shifting as she is.

She lives in the veins of the Vongolean boy- the youngest one, he has the potential. But he moves too rash, too lost in his anger, screams too much to hear the world sing.

He is no King, not yet, perhaps never, but what a court he has.

He loses to the Sawada boy- who swings his fist like prayer, who pleases the gods with every breath, a King in motion.

But he’s a sea that wants to be a flame, and it doesn’t work that way.

Skull mourns for innocence he scarcely remembers having.

The future was a strange place, where a man had wings of ki again, and forced Sawada to be a flood, washing a man attempting to become King of what was not his away with one great bellow.

Skull does not understand Byakuran- who can stretch his wings but ignore the earthen oath of Ten Kings ruling only.

Ten Kings must be One, for One cannot be Ten.

Elementary, is it not?

…Sawada must find his companion-kings quickly.

The makatti survived as well- their ways ever strange, refusing to enter the heaven’s temple but claiming the earth for their own.

Their King has a crumbling mind, fragile, lost in a black hole hungry. Revenge drains and drains and drains, even Enma Kozato.

Makatti may never be Kitara- A mix between the two will belong to the wind, banished from heaven and earth both, as Luce and her kin.

Sawada saves Kozato, Kozato saves Sawada, and their ki melts together in the only way it may- and something deep down purrs, because they are One even without proof, and Skull smiles when asked to help.

Representative battles- forced to fight against each other. (But lips pressed and fingers slid, and ki was one again. They’re entangled, limbs and spirit, hearts beating to the same drum.

….Maybe this new Atlantis needs only two Kings to be whole).

Perhaps he should learn how to look at things the way they are, instead of the way they used to be.

The Ki of a King surges to a crest in Sawada Tsunayoshi and Skull want to see him become a sea. There may be rocks and his waves will break, but he will form and form again until rock has been worn away with time. Sea and river will feed land, make it fertile as ever, land cultivating the trees that purify the sky.

Sky-Sea and Earth embracing- Kitara and Makatti. The forbidden being One.

Boy Kings become man Kings, and these Kings give Skull hope.

Once upon a time, Mortak saw the world’s end and jumped in a well to prevent it. His city still sunk, but Atlantis rises again, for its spirit is no rock, and it has joined a new body.

As the sun rises and heaven and earth are one, Skull knows he saw not the world ending- He saw the birth of a new one, in all its glory.

Poseidon, what a dawn of a new age.

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