interstellar5555 | Punk is not dead

[ Leave his crap fashion sense alone, shitty greed!baby! It's not like you're any better. Well maybe right now you are. But really, hoodies are the height of fashion here. Still, since he knows there are cameras trained on him, he'll play for it. Especially since it's those chicks... those hot twins he remembers.

He considers using that strange compelling that he has in his voice. Trying to entice those girls to want to put out for him later. But he doesn't know if it'll work. He's only ever used it on Tamara to get her to sing with him.

Only one way to try.

In the final chorus, he focuses on those twins and gives a little push, trying to convince them that he's the hottest thing ever. ]

[The song, much like it had at the concert, goes off perfectly. No matter the size of the audience, it seems like Xanxus never puts anything less than his best. That's good, they suppose. For that reason, they leave any filming to Fantasma, and let themself check out the security detail.]

[It's as they're eyeing someone by the exit that something suddenly changes. A heat in their stomach, a stirring of something that skirts the edge of pleasure, and their thoughts and eyes both wander to the bulge of Xanxus' muscle...]

[Ew.]

[Holy shit, ew.]

[Being a skilled illusionist requires more than a fine handling of Mist flames. In a battle of illusions, you need a heightened awareness of your surroundings at all time and the mental ability to disbelieve every bit of it. The slightest thing can give away if you've walked into a trap...]

[It also helps that they've never once been attracted to their boss. Mammon knows themself well enough to know that a nice singing voice wouldn't change that.]

[Mammon looks back to him. It's a trial and a half to ignore the invasive thoughts about the shape of his mouth, or the way his throat is bared in a way they'd like to bite, or how maybe they can help him get out of those god-awful clothes... But Varia Quality means being able to ignore your own stupid genitals acting up. He's looking straight at them, Mammon realizes. That's where all his focus is.]

[Fantasma squeezes their arm. She can feel it, too. Now that's unusual. Fantasma shouldn't be able to feel arousal. She's not even a real frog.]

[Now this is interesting...]

[Silently, they raise their hand up and curl their finger in a "c'mere" gesture. Time to see if the effect stays while he's on stage, while he's looking at them... Or if somehow they've been drugged.]

[They don't think it's that last one, despite the venue.]

[ His voice carries, twining the music around. His eyes are locked on those twins. This time will be different. This time he won't let them get away from him. This time. And after, he would get them to explain to him why he kept remembering half rings and battles to come. Once he tired them out and the couldn't run from him. ]

[ He presses that desire a little harder as he finishes his song. Finishes it and sees the way that finger crooks at him. It had worked! It had actually worked. He didn't know for how long though. He needed to strike now, while the iron was hot. ]

[ Instead of going off stage the normal way, he just hops off, vaulting off the stage, guitar getting put behind him so he can approach those far too familiar women. ]

I've been watching you from stage. You two... [ He reaches out to take their hands. One in each of his so he can gallantly kiss them ] It's been a long time since I last saw you. What was it? High school? We were sixteen I think...

[ Technically he STILL IS 16...but we don't talk about that. ] You've grown even sexier since last time I saw the two of you.

[A burst of foreign emotion pressing against them, and then... He stops playing, stops singing. The feeling doesn't entirely leave them, but Mammon thinks it might be a bit weaker. There are just aftershocks, of a sort.]

[There's not much time to reflect on such a curious event so soon. Just as his way, Xanxus is already off the stage and heading straight for what he wants. Mammon never really thought it would be them at any point in time, although at least they know most of it is just the illusion. They let him take their hand, amused at the class he shows when he wants to, and Fantasma does as well. She must be quite happy to be treated like such a lady.]

If you're already talking like that, I can think of any number of places better to continue this conversation at. I think my sister agrees.

[Fantasma rolls her head onto Mammon's shoulder, still as clingy as when they're not covered up by illusions, and reaches over to trace her currently human fingers up along their boss' arm.]

[ He doesn't let go of their hands. Mostly because he's certain they might dash away from him. He won't lose these two a second time. Not without doing what he's certain he'd not done last time he'd seen them. As much as he wants to demand why he remembers rings and why he doesn't have them, the rockstar in him is totally thinking about how great it would be to bang a set of sexy twins that seem just as into him. ]

I think you're right. It's been too long as I don't want to share you with anyone. Care to go to the backstage green room. I'll kick anyone who's in there out so we can have it all to ourselves.

[ He turns still holding on to lead them to the green room. He really will kick whoever is in there out. For a moment, he's the Xanxus they know. All will and wrath, all but kicking the door down and demanding those inside to "get the fuck out." ]

You've gotten better at knowing how to treat a woman.

[Fantasma finally speaks, using Mammon's Mist flames for a manufactured voice. Even with the opportunity, however, she's still rather quiet, preferring to speak with actions.]

[Considering this means, much like Mammon, that the particular action for tonight is sidling up against their boss' sides in a way that involves maybe a bit of boob pressing... Well. Lying with actions. That seems to be more appropriate.]

[It's nice to see Xanxus in his more appropriate element, threatening people with all the careless rage of someone gesturing far too close with a very sharp knife. Comforting, in its own twisted way. When the room is finally cleared out, Mammon kicks the door shut behind them.]

[This will do, they suppose.]

We really are surprised you recognize us. [It'd been a hope that the illusion would jog something, but they hadn't been really counting on it.]

[ He looks at twin number to when she speaks. He doesn't remember her voice being so...froggy... but it had been nearly 8 years since he last seen them. He was certain he knew them when he was 16... But it also seems more recent that that. But that doesn't matter because those are some real nice tits against his side. ]

Well, I've grown up since we last met. Like I said, I was 16. Now I'm a lot older and I know what a woman wants. This time I won't make the same mistakes with you.

[ He waits until the door is closed and the three of them are alone. He knows there's something strange about them. Something just on the periphery, but he can't place it. ]

And how could I forget two hot as fuck twins. More so... [ He walks himself over and leans against the door they just came through as if to trap them there. ] I remember you. I remember you and I remember the Rings. I didn't fuck you then because of something to do with rings... So tell me. What's so important about broke ass rings that kept me from tapping your fine asses.

[Left alone, Mammon quirks up an eyebrow curiously as Fantasma returns immediately to their side.]

You definitely remember more than we thought. Not that we're complaining. [Mammon crosses their arms.] Half rings. Is that what you're thinking about?

[If they're deducing things correctly, anyway...]

Half rings. [ He repeats, hand going to his neck where a chain would be. It's not there though. ]

I remember rings. I remember that they're important and I'm supposed to have them. I remember they are treasures that have protected my family for generations. I remember that one day, they're going to be mine. Mine will be the biggest. And I should have that one. Part of it. Someone has the other part. I can't remember who.

[ That's the annoying part. He can't remember who has his rings or why he's supposed to be fighting for them. They're his, right? ]

And you two sexy ladies were there too. You were helping me out with those. Other than that...

[ He runs his hand though his hair. ]

I can't remember shit.

[So... the vague basics. Mammon takes note of that. Maybe it's a good thing that, for now, he doesn't remember his grudge against Sawada. It would probably be allowed on a surface level if he tried to attack the boy, if Pride and Virgo's rivalry is as bad as it is, but... He probably shouldn't let those memories of his be known to others. Especially not the higher ups.]

So it seems you don't remember the Vongola. The Family those rings belong to.

[ A dark frown. So very dark. Hurt and angry. ]

Vongola is my last name. The name my father gave to me. [ The word father is said with such malice ] The name that carries nine generations of history behind it.

[ He reaches behind him to lock the door before continuing ]

A mafia family.

[ He watches the twins. Watches them to see if how they react to it. To something he's only realized recently. ]

[A locked door won't stop Mammon from escaping if they really want to or feel the need, but this isn't like the last run in. They don't feel nearly as much of a threat. And in the secrecy of the room... It's easy to speak.]

[The faintest of smirks.]

The most powerful and influential mafia family in the world, in fact.

[Just not this one.]

It doesn't seem like you have a fling on your mind anymore.

[ One of those twins smirk and he crosses his arms. There's a look on his face. He knew it. He fucking knew it. ]

And I'm going to be the Boss. I'm the next in line... [ No matter what he had learned, he's the heir, damn it. But that doesn't make sense because why would he be a rock star if he was supposed to be a mob boss. ]

Don't get me wrong. I would bang you both like a drum and you'd thank me for it after, but you have information. You know things I can't remember. I need to know. I need to know about my Family. I need to know about the Rings.

The things we could tell you would take a lot longer than faking a quick fling in the back room of some seedy club.

[Mutely, Fantasma gives a nod. There's just not enough time. Still, this could work out to their advantage...]

Of course, if you were to invite a pair of lovely women out for dates, I'm sure we could eventually get everything out of the way...

Who says I'd be quick. There are two of you and I can go all damn night. But you're right. So, how about we blow this joint. I got this hotel I go to. They don't ask questions and we can talk there. Unless you actually want dates.

[ He's looking them both over. ]

I can do that. I can do dates. Take you two out. Show you a good time in return for information. And after, we can still enjoy ourselves.

[ Sorry, not sorry. He's totally still considering having his cake and eating it too. ]

[What's there to be sorry about? That desire to get everything he can is one of the traits Mammon appreciates in their boss. It's something they can identify with. The "twins" exchange a satisfied smile with one another before Mammon glances back to Xanxus.]

Then it seems we have a deal. Work or pleasure first for this round, then?

[ Of course he's going to try to get all he can. It's just too bad he doesn't remember the way to Mammon's heart...or Mammon, really. He remembers a baby and a hood. Since he doesn't have children (that he knows of) it's one of those almost memories he ignores. ]

We do have a deal. And... [ He's going to walk on over to them both. ] There are two of you, so I can have both. Work and pleasure. One of you can talk while I enjoy the other one of you. Just don't get too jealous.

[ Totally going to grab one of them and give them a kiss. Totally Fantasma. Yup. Xanxus is snogging a Frog for a second.] Now you. Tell me what you know.

[Oh. Welp. That's just happened. Fantasma takes it like a champ, adjusting after the moment of surprise to wrap her arms around Xanxus' neck. It's a good thing that most of her really is composed of Mist flames at the moment, so he's not... completely kissing a frog. There we go, no need for them to be worried.]

[Mammon leaves the pair to it, going through the room to see if anyone has left their wallet or other valuables around.]

Don't worry, we know how to share. So, what do you want to know first? The rings, or more about the Vongola?

[Meanwhile, Fantasma does her share of things, bless her little froggy heart, by kissing along the boss' jaw to keep him preoccupied on that front. He never needs to know it's her, after all.]

[ That totally just happened. He's more than happy to give the twin in his arms one hell of a kiss. It's all tongue and teeth and pure panty dropping confidence. He knows what he's doing and he does it very very well.

When he pulls away its to find a couch for them to sit on. Or more, for him to sit on and her to sit on him. That way, he can enjoy sliding his hand up under her skirt and making her squirm. Poor Poor Froggy. Though with how much mist is in the room, he should probably be hit by Illusion Sickness pretty soon. ]

Good thing you do. Because I'm going to have you next. Btu for now, well me about them. About the Rings. I remember seeing them whole. I remember when I was a young boy, I found them. Father told me about them and when I told him I wanted to put on the big one, he said I couldn't yet. That I wasn't old enough yet for it. He hid them before I could try it on.

[Poor froggy indeed. At least, since this isn't as heavy an illusion as they're capable of making, illusion sickness won't kick in too harshly or suddenly... Small blessings.]

[Still, best to get this over with as Fantasma acts out her role perfectly for him, squirming and pressing close.]

The Vongola rings, meant for the successor of the Vongola family and those chosen as the guardians. The sky, surrounded by six others. A guardian of Rain, Mist, Sun, Storm, Lightning, and Cloud. Your inner circle.

They're more powerful than mere jewelry, in more ways than one.

[ Very small blessings, since he's not like he normally is. Where he can watch an entire illusion battle from his favorite chair without feeling ill. But right now, he's not feeling that at all. What he's feeling is a very very responsive twin. He's going to make sure she's moaning his name before he's through with her. But that doesn't mean he's not paying attention to the other one.

In fact, he totally pats the couch as if to say there is room, even while feeling up his lapful. ]

Five. I remember five. Sort of. I can't see their faces, but I know five. And you say they're more than that. Are they...special. That man said they were special. And if they are for the successor, why are there two pieces? There's one successor. It's me and those are mine, right?

[Well, they've just finished clearing out some poor fucker's wallet- that's what you get for leaving important things behind- so Mammon has no problem draping themself in the available space on the couch. Idly, they watch as Fantasma tries her very best to leave some marks along his neck.]

[Clever girl. It'll add some weight to everything if there's proof something R-rated happened instead of information exchange.]

For protection. You should know how much people want what's at the top... So they're divided for protection, brought out to be united only when the heir is ready.

However... a heir has to be agreed on by both the current don and his outside adviser. If one has a decision different from the other, then things become more complicated than usual. It's settled by having the possessors of each half of a ring go against one another.

For example, your guardian of rain against the opposing side's own guardian.

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[ Now that. That's familiar. Something about money and other lives and the demon of greed. And that toddler and that hood. He stares at the twin before he goes back to getting into twin number two's panties. Fantasma is going to have herself a hell of a good time if that illusionary body holds out. ]

Of course. You have to be strong to keep the top. But that's stupid. That's the dumbest thing ever. Why would an OUTSIDE advisor's choice be worth anything at all? The Don is in charge. He's the Boss. What he says goes. Some advisor should just advise.

[ He frowns darkly and presses his face into the girl on his lap's hair. Using that to calm him down, because for some reason just thinking about how needlessly convoluted that is pisses him off. ]

And what if you don't have a full set? What then? Do you just forfeit if you don't? The Rings should go to the Heir that the Don picks, period. They should go to me.

[Fantasma is having a hell of a time, when it doesn't seem like the boss is in danger of setting something on fire. She nuzzles into the spot between neck and shoulder, while Mammon finally contributes by reaching over to rake their fingers through Xanxus' hair. Whatever helps and keeps him calm.]

[~~They should have broken the mind control off of Squalo first for tips on this shit, dammit.~~]

Tradition is tradition, no matter how imbecilic it is unfortunately.

[...And, in hindsight, probably for situations such as when you put in a replacement for the don to get you nominated as the next in line in ways that are maybe just a little bit immoral, but listen.]

The one who has the most rings in their possession wins. Would you doubt the guardians you chose for yourself?

[ Only fires he's lighting are those of passion, hopefully. Plus, it is keeping him from being too pissed off at things he feels he has no control over but should. The whole idea of having to fight for something that should be his in the first place is just infuriating. It just makes no sense that some random dude has as much sway as the boss. He could pick someone who has his own ideals at heart. Someone the advisor could use to gain even more power. No. The Don should be the law. When he's Don, he'll make that change. No more external advisor having so much damn power. ]

So even if you don't have a full set... so even if I didn't have a mist or a rain or whatever, I don't just automatically lose that? I can still fight for that one without someone wearing that shit?

[ He growls in frustration and totally snarls at her for that last one. If his hands weren't busy going down her twin's blouse and up her skirt, he would have hit her across the room for that. ]

Don't you dare insult them! They're the best. They're...Quality!

[ Defending people he can't even remember while feeling up a frog... fuck his life. ]

Punk is not dead

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