"Senza tentazioni, senza onore."

[sharktrash]

Who: Squalo and -- you?
What: Squalo decided not to let his bandmates one-up him and went to have his own "seasonal" performance. For fun. Or so they say. He's got Empathic Influence now, so... have fun getting just a little bit too into those songs and enjoy all those new, excellent and healthy emotions that you're suddenly feeling!
When: Feb 13th
Where: "The Variable", alternative music club in Vista City
Warnings: ...Squalo. Aka: profanity, violence, public indecency, drug use, will add as necessary.


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[sharktrash]

[ Too many times. For Squalo, at least. Maybe Xanxus hadn't experienced some of those things yet, but this place had a funny way of piecing things back together. ]

[ A whole different show indeed, one that quite a few people seem to be expecting. But no. Maybe another time. Or just later. That is, if they don't forget this burning attraction the moment they step off the stage. ]

[ Funny, he has a similar memory, too. Of himself with short hair and a bandaged arm, saying those words. 'Before that plan is realized, I'm not gonna cut my hair. That's a wish I've made, and now I'm making it a promise to you. Hey, you should--' ]

[ He never managed to remember who he was talking to, but now? He has a pretty good feeling. Hey, maybe someone will catch a glimpse of that imagery, since he seems to be transmitting most of the feelings in his head into sound waves. But it's too brief, too vague to really explain anything. ]

[ In the meantime, he's too busy staring at Xanxus and breaking out laughing, because shit now that sounds like sap. He gets up a moment later, though, and kicks the guitarist. ]

Harder, assholes!

[ He walks up to the sound controls and turns the distortion up to the max, resulting in a... well, definitely heavier sound, and walks back to Xanxus with a shit-eating grin. Clearly they should do a re-play of "Set fire to the rain" next. ]

[ But once again, that teasing fades a bit once he starts singing. He's strangely comfortable with the high notes, even if his voice is rough and gravely as always. ]

You are the fire and I am the rain
Washing you out, I drown your flame
You are the fire and I am the rain
Calming you down

You're a prisoner on the run
I am the moon that reflects the sun
I am unbeaten and I am unwon
But then you were alone
They thought I didn't see you going down
I'll take up your rage and get you out
I am never something in between
But I've got faith

And it's burning still
And it's burning still
Yeah, it's burning still
And it's burning
I'm not the light
I am the dark

[variaboss]

[ That time. That place. That promise. He's so close to it. So close to grasping that memory. The memory of mocking Squalo for that promise. Refusing to grow his hair too, or whatever he wanted. Scoffing at him she he says that one day, he'll be grateful for it. ]

[ He raises an eyebrow when Squalo doesn't mock him for his cheesy bullshit. Honestly, he hadn't any idea where it had come from. It had just sort of happened. The feelings, the memories, they had been overwhelming. He had just broken out into song. His desperation to grasp that most important promise in his life heavy in his voice.[ ] ]

The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark.

I am the fire and you are my rain,
I choose you to wear that ring.
I am the Sky and you are the rain
Standing beside me.
I am the Boss and you are my right hand
my knight, my sword,
the requiem rain.

And I am the fire
I am your light, your fire, your sky, your lord, your boss.

[ And there is it. That connection. Long silver hair. A swordsman. A loud ass voice. Pride, undying pride. Superbia. ]

[ He drops his mic as the memory hits him. ]

[sharktrash]

[ Maybe he was going to mock him later. He can't help but be curious about exactly what does Xanxus want to sing for him. It's funny how he's the one being cheesier here, to be honest, but -- ]

Your knight, your sword,
your requiem rain

And you are the fire
My hope, my God, my fire, my Sky, my lord --

[ He cuts off as he sees that weird look on Xanxus' face. Just like one of them bad trips. He tosses the mic -- the singing's done for now -- and leans in a bit to stare at the man and wave a hand in front of his eyes. ]

Vooi. Did you just fall for me or somethin'?

[ ...he hears the mic falling out of Xanxus' hand. ]

Xanxus?!

[ Another flash. Some brats. Xanxus, this time definitely Xanxus, with such an uncharacteristic look of pure horror on his face as ice extends over him. And himself, confined to a wheelchair, once again unable to do shit for him except trash about and hysterically scream his name again and again. ]

[ -- he snaps out of it to find his hands in Xanxus' open lapels. Probably trying to shake him out of whatever it was that hit him. ]

[variaboss]

[ They're both young. Teenagers. He's still unscarred and this guy. This was the guy. As much as he had decided to just keep following him around the damn school, Xanxus thought that this would be the one guy he would make one of his. His first underling. He right hand man. The terror of Mafia School to stand next to the King of the School.

And now more. Weeks. Months. Years. This man... this man. He's always been there. The memory of coming home from the ice. The arms that caught him, they have a face now. It's this face. This face right before him. This. Face.

He reaches out to place his palm against Squalo's face for a moment. He feels the hands around his lapel and he resists the urge to just punch Squalo for grabbing him. He feels so lost in that swarm of memories. ]

Let me go... Right now.

[sharktrash]

[ This dumb fish on meth face. Congratulations. ]

[ He stares back at him, eyes wide, and for a moment, just a moment, he feels like he really shouldn't touch this man, and yet he'd do it anyway. Another moment, and he does let go, but doesn't move away. Just looks at him. ]

[ The audience is starting to whistle and chant something. Maybe they want another song, maybe they want them to kiss, who the fuck knows. He's barely registering their voices right now. ]

[variaboss]

[ He can hear the audience chanting. He wants to grab Squalo. Demand why he hadn't said anything sooner. But he hadn't remembered until now, so for once, he won't blame him. Instead, he just wraps his fingers around that long hair one more time and give it a tug. ]

Don't cut it yet.

[ He then lets go and picks up the mic again to put it back on the stand. ]

And to the rest of you, check out the Carnival's next album.

[ Unless there's another song, he's getting the hell out of there before he does anything rash, like kiss Squalo. ]

it's a wrap o/ unless you want restroom action lmf

[sharktrash]

[ Good choice of words, Xanxus. Squalo looks like he's seen a fucking ghost, briefly reaching up with his good hand to touch his hair where Xanxus has. This is it. That's whom he'd given that promise to. But why? What was he supposedly waiting for? ]

[ By the time he gathers himself up enough to move or talk, Xanxus is heading off the stage already. Squalo's just going to follow his example, to be honest. He's not sure he could perform right now. Grabbing the mic -- ]

Break time! Go snort some coke or fuck in the bathroom or something, you little fucks. We'll continue later.

[ And, yeah, he's escaping backstage. Shit he needs a drink. ]