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Punk is not dead

Who: Xanxus, Sabo and YOU
What: Sabo insulted punk, so now they're haivng a little music battle
When: 3 Feb
Where: Club VorTeQ
Warnings: Xanxus warnings apply, more as added.

It's time. The infamous little punk club is filled to the brim with curious fans. Ever since that little twit-fit, the club has been really playing up the upcoming battle between Sabo and Xanxus. There are posters and special drinks, themed for each musician.

The stage is set up for the two, with everything they need. The bar is active and the club is hopping. While this isn't a legitimate contest like the Song Contest, there's something more on the line here. The pride of punk music.

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[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. ]

[Thank god for Fantasma taking the bullet. Choosing a pair of Cervello as a disguise was clearly the perfect choice here. Mammon is well aware of what Xanxus can do when he's pissed and someone is in reach.]

You have everyone you need, Xanxus. And someone to fill in the spot that isn't.

[Well, he did, back then. Gola Mosca filled its purpose.]

You don't remember their faces, but you clearly remember them in some way, don't you? Enough to be possessive over them, at any rate, it seems. What do you remember?

[A rock of Fantasma's illusionary hips to encourage him and keep his hands busy.]

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[ The frog is really a lifesaver really. And a great distraction. He focuses on her. On getting her to rock her hips more. His fingers are getting very busy, teasing her. They stop at the question though and he frowns again. ]

...A crown. Like a gay ass tiara. A feather boa. Umbrellas... Long white hair... a small black hood...

[ He stares hard at the other twin. ] An annoying laugh. A metal knee. Piercings. A sword. A baby... That's what I remember.

[It's a good thing Fantasma isn't a normal human woman- or whatever the Cervello were- or else she'd probably be annoyed about this. As it is, she merely contents herself with rubbing her fingers along his neck.]

Storm, sun, lightning, rain, and mist- in order, of course. [Leaning back, Mammon is perfectly at ease.] A prince, a Muay Thai fighter, a ruthless assassin, the best swordsman in the world, and the best illusionist in the world.

[And fuck off Mukuro Rokudo for saying otherwise.]

The ones you chose.

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[ What the Cervello were is still out for discussion. But the one on his lap sure does feel like a woman. And he'll make it up to her as soon as he stops being distracted by trying to remember shit and making his head hurt to do it. ]

...The ones who waited...

[ Yeah. He remembers that, sort of. ]

And you two came along to help with the rings. It was just about to start, I think. You two were all about that. Preparing our battlefield. Against...against... fuck if I know. No one important, since I'm going to slaughter them and take what belongs to me.

[ That seems wrong though. Deeply wrong. He's a bassist. He fights, but they are bar fights. Nothing at all like a Mafia War over heirloom jewelry. ]

[So funny story about "going to slaughter them"... But that's not the point right now. It would just piss him off further and be pointless in the long run.]

That's right, for all of it.

So, how is that for a first exchange?

[Perfectly comfortable, Fantasma leans comfortably into him while he thinks things over. She's not going anywhere.]

[ Yeah. It's probably a good idea never to tell him that. Specially since he can't remember Tsuna yet. ]

[ He keeps his hands moving. The twin on his lap isn't getting ignored at all. In fact, he's a little rougher as he thinks about it. About these things he can't remember and knows he should. ]

I think that was a good first exchange. Just tell me one thing... My people. Are they...okay?

[ The joys of brainwashing. He actually gives a shit. ]

[That's probably the greatest change yet, honestly. Mammon hides their amusement behind the illusion, keeping track of how well Fantasma's Mist-constructed body is holding up. It can take however much it needs to, but it is Xanxus.]

They're all fine. [Which is sort of true for Squalo, since he's not dead, but they'll get to that next time.] There's no need for concern.

[ He's going to be seeing very soon if a mist-illusion can withstand a very concentrated effort to get the twin on his lap to orgasm. For right now, it'll be just her. Next time, well, he's already planning on meeting somewhere where he can definitely screw the both of them. ]

...They're good. That's good. That's all I care. You have contact with them, right? Then you can tell them something for me. Tell them to wait for me just a little longer. I know they've waited a long time already, but they just need to wait a little longer. When I come back to them, I'll bring them the throne of the 10th and their rightful place as the guardians of the 10th Vongola.

[Well, they don't exactly have contact with them, but... This works.]

Understood. They never doubt you will.

[That's enough for now, they think, and they shift their powers around Fantasma to mimic an orgasm so that the poor frog is finally released. She digs her fingers into his shoulders with a shudder before slumping against him, and Mammon reaches over to rub her back.]

[Fantasma and the sacrifices she makes.]

I think it's time for us to go for now. Things to do. [Illusion sickness to avoid, etc.] We'll leave you a way to contact us.... for our next date, of course.

[ Well, he can cross give a frog an orgasm off his bucket list. Hopefully she enjoyed it, fake or not. Because he's giving her another hell of a kiss and then pulling his hand away to readjust her skirt for her ]

It is. Next time, I hope you two are both ready for a bit of fun. But before that, you best come here, cause I'm not letting you go without a kiss as well. Something to remember me by and get you looking forward to more.

[Such a gentleman, boss is. Fantasma has no complaints as she relaxes against the armrest to make room for Mammon. When they joined the Varia, they didn't think it'd be the kind of job that meant satisfying their boss' boner...]

[But that's why they let the illusion handle that so they don't have to do it themself. It's a fantastic makeout too, if they can say so themself. They'll fake nothing but the best for their boss.]

It'd be impossible to forget you, trust us.

[It's why they're here.]

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