Chapter One – Blood red, white, black and melody
Someone is looking the red eyed man from afar. The crowd doesn’t notice.
A man with black hair crossed the entrance of his house.
His red eyes studied the room he had just entered for a bit, then went to the table right before a French window, where a personal computer was turned off.
He switched on the pc with an annoyed gesture. Quickly he checked his e-mail.
He had received only one mail.
Barely suppressing his annoyed breath, he opened it. A weird message came out.
“Come with me to a pilgrimage to your past and mine. Squalo Superbia”
He thought of a bad joke. He pulled out one of his guns, pointing it towards the computer.
Just when he was about to pull the trigger, a melody spread its notes through the room.
It was a simple melody, just like a sort of lullaby.
He opened his eyes wide and stopped.
The white haired man is running apparently without a precise destination, his sword has become red from all the blood of those who are after him. He doesn’t have time to waste, he has to be there, because he knows that person will come. “He will come, I’m sure.” He’s thinking, while easily dodging that rain of bullets.
It was sunset when Xanxus finally reached that apparently abandoned building, outside from the city.
He had followed from afar the long haired man, and finally had stopped before him, who was standing before the setting sun.
Xanxus pointed at him his two guns.
“Who are you, trash?”
His tone was like the calm before the storm, angry, mad.
The black haired was ready to pull the trigger at the least movement of the other. The latter slowly raised the left hand, the one with a sword linked to it.
Again Xanxus couldn’t pull the trigger. That melody, that sweet lullaby stopped him again.
The white haired man turned towards him, then looked right into those red eyes. Then:
“Voooi, I’ve waited for you for a long time.”
This time Xanxus seriously pulled the triggers.
Two bullets missed the other, who ran into the building, grinning.
The black haired began to follow him, but he heard some bullets explode just too much near him. He turned his head just in time to see some other men shooting.
Without hesitation he killed them with few bullets, then ran into the building to find that man – and possibly kill him, since now he was as mad as hell!
When he entered the building he saw some of those man lying on the ground, dead. They seemed to have been slaughtered by a knife or something similar, judging by the wounds.
“That piece of trash did it?”
He then heard some steps, just in time to realize that he had been followed. He shot other gunshots, killing those men so easily it seemed nearly a natural gesture.
Xanxus then saw a glimpse of that long white hair right on the corner of his left eye and ran after him.
“That trash sure knows how to run…”
He thought enraged, gritting his teeth. Soon enough the black haired man was surrounded by others of those who were shooting.
He pointed his guns towards them.
“Tch… You sure are persistent, for scum like you.”,
He said in a despiteful tone. Then added as a note to himself:
-That white haired scum will pay for this!
But, before he could even shoot one bullet, he saw the shining of a blade, then those men fell down to the floor.
The white haired man grinned, fixing his light blue eyes into those red of Xanxus, then jumped and slaughtered down the remaining enemies as easily as if he was just walking with his sword, attached to his left hand.
When Xanxus saw the other man finally standing still, he pointed one last time his guns towards him.
“Now it’s time for you to die, trash.”
His tone was like the calm before the storm. But again that melody spread its notes through the building. Xanxus lowered his guns and breathed in an annoyed way.
“So what’s your fucking name?”
This was the first thing Xanxus said once he had reached the long haired man’s house together with him. The latter didn’t answer immediately.
He took out an ID card, then said:
“Squalo Superbia. That’s my name.”
“That’s not your name.”
Squalo simply nodded as if it was a matter of fact and then grinned.
“Vooi, you guessed it right, maybe.”
Xanxus pointed one gun at Squalo’s head. In a threatening tone he said:
“What do you know?”
Squalo answered as if he was explaining the weather broadcast.
“Xanxus, adopted son of a powerful Mafia boss. Assassin, leader of a Squad called Varia.”
“And what about you?”
Squalo didn’t answer.
That threatening tone was becoming way too annoying for him.
His expression changed, showing annoyance, maybe a little of rage.
“You seem well informed about me, why should I tell you this?”
A bullet exploded at a distance of two centimetres from his head.
“Trash like you mustn’t speak so bravely. I’m going to kill you if you don’t give me a convincing explanation.”
The white haired man looked at him for a bit. That man was surely fearsome, Squalo thought. Then he began to speak.
Squalo wakes up.
He doesn’t remember anything, he’s there apparently for a casualty. He goes through the room he is in, gazes at the clothes.
Opening the cupboard, he looks into the drawers and finds that object.
Then looks at the walls and finds the blade of a sword.
He takes it and puts it on his prosthetic hand. It fit perfectly. He has no time to waste, though, those men are already after him, and even if he doesn’t remember, he knows he has to look for him. He slaughters those men, his enemies, as he can see. He runs towards a place where he can be safe.
“That’s not all, you’re hiding something. Take that object out, now.”
Squalo nodded, putting a silver clock on the table.
He pushed a button at the side of the clock, so the clock would show the time. That melody resounded again through the room.
Xanxus looked at that clock with an indefinite expression.
The black haired boy is in the middle of his house’s hall, among his father’s men.
He looks surprised, he only can hear that melody. He doesn’t know why, he doesn’t know how should he take this, he doesn’t know if he can speak to someone about this, moving his red eyes around the hall.
With an enraged tone, gritting his teeth Xanxus said:
“Stop that shit!”
Squalo stopped the melody, but suddenly retorted:
“It’s not shit, you fuck…”
Another gunshot made him desist from talking.
“Next bullet will pierce your head, trash. So,what do you want from me?”
“I want you to help me.”
He waited for an answer.
Xanxus breathed annoyed.
Number one: I’m an assassin. I don’t work with anyone, especially I don’t work with scum like you.
Number two: I don’t help people.”
“Then, wouldn’t it be more simple for you if you take me with you, since now I know your job?”
Those red eyes fixed him for some minutes. Then:
“Heh… You’re sharper than I imagined, trash. What would be your payment?”
Squalo answered without hesitation.
“I will devote this sword to you. I will devote myself to you.”
“When all this shit is over, I’ll kill you.”
“Voi!, I’ll wait for that moment.”, he grinned slightly.
A pause accompanied those words.
Then Xanxus said:
“Prepare yourself, you scum, or I’ll leave you behind.”
So Xanxus made preparations to let Squalo stay at his place for a bit.