[KHR]XS - Noir: Chapter 3 - The Assassination Play
Title: Noir
Title of the chapter: Chapter 3 - The Assassination Play
Author: seleniasan
Fandom: Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Xanxus x Squalo
Rating: PG 15
Genre: crossover, AU
Summary: http://seleniasan.livejournal.com/79890.html
Notes: I want to thank my beta reader, who always tolerates me and my failures... I really appreciate your hard work:3 As always the plot is based on the anime series “Noir”, but the protagonists are Xanxus and Squalo.
Disclaimer: I do not own nothing and so on, you know it perfectly.
Chapter 3 - The assassination play
Noir it is the name of an ancient fate, two maidens who govern death, the peace of the newly born their black hands protect.
(Noir)
Xanxus was quietly walking under the heavy rain in a cemetery. He wasn´t there because he was one who would go visiting graves. His reasons were known only to him. While walking past the graves, he noticed, at some metres from his right, a woman, who was standing still before a grave. After some minutes she left, without noticing him.
He went by the grave where he saw her standing before and saw a bouquet of white lilies. He was slightly surprised. He turned his head towards the direction that woman took to go out of that place and shook his head. On the grave there were white lilies.
- We have a job.
Xanxus said so in an annoyed tone, while tapping on the keyboard of his computer. Squalo, laying half asleep on his bed, just answered in a neutral tone:
- Who’s the target?
Xanxus frowned and said:
- Just don’t lay uselessly on that bed, you scum, come here and listen.
Squalo cursed a bit, but he went near the red eyed man, and asked for more information.
Xanxus began to explain.
- The name’s Albert Duxl, quite a notorious villain.
On the computer screen appeared the target’s name. Xanxus kept talking.
- Albert Dulx is a star in the rise of the business world. However, when the young president died in an accident… When questioned no one struggled to see it as an accident.
On the screen the article of the so-called accident appeared. Xanxus stretched his arms, while clicking the print button. Squalo took the paper that was coming out of the printer, looked at it for a moment then showed it.
- Who’s this?
- The young president’s wife. Our client.
The picture showed a woman with long hair. Her name, written in the description under the image, was Bianchi.
- Do you know her?
Xanxus didn’t answer. He was thinking of when he passed by her at the cemetery.
- Vooi, did you see her before?
- Don’t shout in my ears, you dumbfuck. Yeah, kind of. I saw her at the cemetery.
Squalo paused.
- And the hell were you doing at the cemetery?
A gun was pointed at him.
- None of your fucking business. Now go talk to our client and come back with some informations.
That was how Squalo came up to a flower shop. He had to have an excuse to meet her, so he thought about bringing with him some flowers. His choice was a bouquet of red lilies. He cursed under his breath, because he was again sent to do a work he hated.
Bianchi turned away from the grave she was standing at, and saw a quite embarrassed long haired man with a bouquet of red lilies. She was surprised and looked suspiciously at him for a moment. Anyway she did not show her suspicions. She smiled instead.
While the two were walking out of the cemetery, Bianchi began to speak.
- We’ve never met before, haven’t we?
Squalo nodded.
- Is someone you held dear buried here?
- Kind of.
Said Squalo looking away. He didn’t know what to say.
- Is your lover buried here?
- Vooi, why would you say that?
Squalo got angry. The woman laughed lightly, then answered:
- If you bring red lilies to someone, I must assume your lover is buried somewhere in this cemetery.
The sentence was incomprehensible for the white haired man. When they got out of the cemetery, they both sat on a bench. Bianchi kept talking.
- Do you know the “language of flowers”? Every flower has got a meaning. Red lilies mean passion and love. So that’s why I asked you whether your lover was buried there.
Squalo nodded. The woman added:
- You know, the most important thing in life is love.
He mentally cursed Xanxus for having him make such a job. He was the least person on earth to talk about those things with. Anyway he kept listening to Bianchi. It was sunset when Squalo left Bianchi to go home.
Squalo, laying on the bed, finished to clean his sword, while Xanxus was cleaning his guns. When they finished, they both pointed their weapons against each other.
- So we’re going, uh?
- Yeah, trash, we’re going, so move up your lazy ass. It’s a golden opportunity, since our chicken just built a resort that hasn’t been inaugurated yet.
The resort was nearly all covered by the shadows, once they had gotten rid of the guards everything would have been easy. They entered from the back of the building as silent as shadows, one from the emergency stairs, the other from the elevator. Xanxus killed the two guards, then went directly towards the place where the target was. He quietly opened the door, entering quickly and pointing his guns towards the shadow at the window. As he was about to shoot, some lights coming from the floor blinded him. Then he heard Albert Duxl’s voice.
- So you are Noir. That’s quite a surprise.
He heard him laugh. Some steps were heard coming from the left of the room Xanxus was in. Bianchi quietly had come in from one of the two lateral doors. Xanxus bit his bottom lip, surprised to see his client with his target. He heard Duxl’s voice again.
- Drop your guns and raise your arms.
Xanxus didn’t have so many choices, so he did as told. His chances to get again his guns were very low. He breathed. He felt he had fallen into a trap.
Squalo had the feeling like someone being behind the door he was about to enter, and he had seen right, as he easily sliced two men with his sword. It was a trap, so, if Xanxus had gone directly towards the target, then he should be in troubles. He reached the point where Xanxus was supposed to go, getting rid of the ones who stepped in his way. Hiding in the shadows he killed also the guards who were standing before the room Xanxus and the target were in.
Bianchi and Albert Duxl turned their heads towards the door that was being opened and saw two of their underlings fall to the floor, sliced to death. In the meanwhile they had a glimpse of Xanxus getting away following a white haired man. Bianchi whispered, more to herself:
- So it was you…
Duxl went to the control room, scanning in rage all the monitors. He could see clearly the two, Xanxus and Squalo, slicing and shooting down all the cameras placed in the neuralgic points of the building through the corridors. He looked at Bianchi.
- Let’s put up with plan B.
The woman just nodded.
Xanxus and Squalo finally reached a dark room, and closed the door behind them. Apparently that was the room where a sort of casino, along with a counter. The red eyed man was mad. He said:
- Shit, that was a game for them. Our client was with them. They couldn’t possibly know who we were. How? Who told them about us?
Squalo answered.
- The enemy.
Xanxus paused, then turned around and looked into Squalo’s eyes.
- The one who stole your memory?
The white haired man behind him nodded. A screen lit up, making both men gazing at it. It was showing those words: “Target: Noir”. Xanxus laughed bitterly.
- So they were after us in the end.
- So it seems.
- What a bad joke.
Squalo switched on the light. As quiet as the calm before the storm, Xanxus sat on a chair by the counter. Seeing a bottle of Cognac, he went to take it and served himself a glass. The white haired swordsman opened his eyes wide.
- Vooi, the hell are you doing?!
He nearly screamed. He couldn’t possibly understand that. Xanxus simply answered in an annoyed tone:
- Just don’t scream, trash, it’s better that we relax.
- But…
- If we get panicked, we will just play their game.
After saying that, he sipped a bit of the liquor quietly. He was listening to every noise. Finally he heard some steps. He left the glass on the counter, then made a gesture to Squalo to explain him they had to hide somewhere in the room.
When the men hired by Albert Duxl came into the casino built into that resort, they found nobody. One second later, with their great surprise, they had a glimpse of a blade and a gun, then they were lying on the floor, either shot or sliced up. With a sign, Xanxus made Squalo understand he would go away to find either the target or the woman, while the latter just had to cover him. He ran away from the casino, descending various floors while shooting bullets to get rid of his pursuers. He found himself finally in what he could imagine it was a storage room. He closed his eyes, lowering his guns, to hear even the least movement. As silent as a shadow, Bianchi was approaching him, her poisonous dagger pointed towards the black haired man. Xanxus opened his eyes and turned around just in time to see that Bianchi was above him, hanging from the ceiling, her dagger pointed right towards his heart. He pointed both his guns at her and shot.
Meanwhile, Squalo easily got rid of the last underlings, slicing them up. Duxl stepped behind him, making him turn towards his pointed gun.
- The game is over.
- Vooi, do you REALLY think so?
Answered a grinning Squalo. He felt that the bullet was shot, so he dodged it leaning at his left, then killed the man with a blow, not even letting him make a sound. Then he ran towards Xanxus, a bit worried, since he had heard some shoots. When he arrived at the storage room, he saw him standing before Bianchi. Xanxus was questioning the dying woman.
- Who hired you?
- Would you tell me, if you were in my shoes?
Feebly answered Bianchi. Xanxus shook his head, denying. Squalo, seeing that scene, felt the need to say something.
- Is Bianchi your true name?
- What would be the point in telling you?
- … I can go visit your grave.
Xanxus was stunned for a moment. That guy was just too complicated to understand for him. Squalo kept talking in a somewhat neutral tone.
- Who’s buried in that grave you always would visit? Your husband?
- … No…
- Then who?
- … The one I loved.
- What’s your name?
- There’s no point in telling you. I’m an assassin, I will have neither a name nor a grave, since like you I’m already dead a long time ago.
With those words she died. Xanxus came out of the building, dragging along Squalo. It was sunset.
Some days later, Squalo was walking through the cemetery with a bouquet of red lilies into his hands. He stopped at a grave, the rain was falling. In one second he threw the flowers in the air, thinking.
“I know this is not your grave, but I felt that this was at least necessary, Bianchi.”
And with that he turned around and went home.
Title of the chapter: Chapter 3 - The Assassination Play
Author: seleniasan
Fandom: Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Xanxus x Squalo
Rating: PG 15
Genre: crossover, AU
Summary: http://seleniasan.livejournal.com/79890.html
Notes: I want to thank my beta reader, who always tolerates me and my failures... I really appreciate your hard work:3 As always the plot is based on the anime series “Noir”, but the protagonists are Xanxus and Squalo.
Disclaimer: I do not own nothing and so on, you know it perfectly.
Chapter 3 - The assassination play
Noir it is the name of an ancient fate, two maidens who govern death, the peace of the newly born their black hands protect.
(Noir)
Xanxus was quietly walking under the heavy rain in a cemetery. He wasn´t there because he was one who would go visiting graves. His reasons were known only to him. While walking past the graves, he noticed, at some metres from his right, a woman, who was standing still before a grave. After some minutes she left, without noticing him.
He went by the grave where he saw her standing before and saw a bouquet of white lilies. He was slightly surprised. He turned his head towards the direction that woman took to go out of that place and shook his head. On the grave there were white lilies.
- We have a job.
Xanxus said so in an annoyed tone, while tapping on the keyboard of his computer. Squalo, laying half asleep on his bed, just answered in a neutral tone:
- Who’s the target?
Xanxus frowned and said:
- Just don’t lay uselessly on that bed, you scum, come here and listen.
Squalo cursed a bit, but he went near the red eyed man, and asked for more information.
Xanxus began to explain.
- The name’s Albert Duxl, quite a notorious villain.
On the computer screen appeared the target’s name. Xanxus kept talking.
- Albert Dulx is a star in the rise of the business world. However, when the young president died in an accident… When questioned no one struggled to see it as an accident.
On the screen the article of the so-called accident appeared. Xanxus stretched his arms, while clicking the print button. Squalo took the paper that was coming out of the printer, looked at it for a moment then showed it.
- Who’s this?
- The young president’s wife. Our client.
The picture showed a woman with long hair. Her name, written in the description under the image, was Bianchi.
- Do you know her?
Xanxus didn’t answer. He was thinking of when he passed by her at the cemetery.
- Vooi, did you see her before?
- Don’t shout in my ears, you dumbfuck. Yeah, kind of. I saw her at the cemetery.
Squalo paused.
- And the hell were you doing at the cemetery?
A gun was pointed at him.
- None of your fucking business. Now go talk to our client and come back with some informations.
That was how Squalo came up to a flower shop. He had to have an excuse to meet her, so he thought about bringing with him some flowers. His choice was a bouquet of red lilies. He cursed under his breath, because he was again sent to do a work he hated.
Bianchi turned away from the grave she was standing at, and saw a quite embarrassed long haired man with a bouquet of red lilies. She was surprised and looked suspiciously at him for a moment. Anyway she did not show her suspicions. She smiled instead.
While the two were walking out of the cemetery, Bianchi began to speak.
- We’ve never met before, haven’t we?
Squalo nodded.
- Is someone you held dear buried here?
- Kind of.
Said Squalo looking away. He didn’t know what to say.
- Is your lover buried here?
- Vooi, why would you say that?
Squalo got angry. The woman laughed lightly, then answered:
- If you bring red lilies to someone, I must assume your lover is buried somewhere in this cemetery.
The sentence was incomprehensible for the white haired man. When they got out of the cemetery, they both sat on a bench. Bianchi kept talking.
- Do you know the “language of flowers”? Every flower has got a meaning. Red lilies mean passion and love. So that’s why I asked you whether your lover was buried there.
Squalo nodded. The woman added:
- You know, the most important thing in life is love.
He mentally cursed Xanxus for having him make such a job. He was the least person on earth to talk about those things with. Anyway he kept listening to Bianchi. It was sunset when Squalo left Bianchi to go home.
Squalo, laying on the bed, finished to clean his sword, while Xanxus was cleaning his guns. When they finished, they both pointed their weapons against each other.
- So we’re going, uh?
- Yeah, trash, we’re going, so move up your lazy ass. It’s a golden opportunity, since our chicken just built a resort that hasn’t been inaugurated yet.
The resort was nearly all covered by the shadows, once they had gotten rid of the guards everything would have been easy. They entered from the back of the building as silent as shadows, one from the emergency stairs, the other from the elevator. Xanxus killed the two guards, then went directly towards the place where the target was. He quietly opened the door, entering quickly and pointing his guns towards the shadow at the window. As he was about to shoot, some lights coming from the floor blinded him. Then he heard Albert Duxl’s voice.
- So you are Noir. That’s quite a surprise.
He heard him laugh. Some steps were heard coming from the left of the room Xanxus was in. Bianchi quietly had come in from one of the two lateral doors. Xanxus bit his bottom lip, surprised to see his client with his target. He heard Duxl’s voice again.
- Drop your guns and raise your arms.
Xanxus didn’t have so many choices, so he did as told. His chances to get again his guns were very low. He breathed. He felt he had fallen into a trap.
Squalo had the feeling like someone being behind the door he was about to enter, and he had seen right, as he easily sliced two men with his sword. It was a trap, so, if Xanxus had gone directly towards the target, then he should be in troubles. He reached the point where Xanxus was supposed to go, getting rid of the ones who stepped in his way. Hiding in the shadows he killed also the guards who were standing before the room Xanxus and the target were in.
Bianchi and Albert Duxl turned their heads towards the door that was being opened and saw two of their underlings fall to the floor, sliced to death. In the meanwhile they had a glimpse of Xanxus getting away following a white haired man. Bianchi whispered, more to herself:
- So it was you…
Duxl went to the control room, scanning in rage all the monitors. He could see clearly the two, Xanxus and Squalo, slicing and shooting down all the cameras placed in the neuralgic points of the building through the corridors. He looked at Bianchi.
- Let’s put up with plan B.
The woman just nodded.
Xanxus and Squalo finally reached a dark room, and closed the door behind them. Apparently that was the room where a sort of casino, along with a counter. The red eyed man was mad. He said:
- Shit, that was a game for them. Our client was with them. They couldn’t possibly know who we were. How? Who told them about us?
Squalo answered.
- The enemy.
Xanxus paused, then turned around and looked into Squalo’s eyes.
- The one who stole your memory?
The white haired man behind him nodded. A screen lit up, making both men gazing at it. It was showing those words: “Target: Noir”. Xanxus laughed bitterly.
- So they were after us in the end.
- So it seems.
- What a bad joke.
Squalo switched on the light. As quiet as the calm before the storm, Xanxus sat on a chair by the counter. Seeing a bottle of Cognac, he went to take it and served himself a glass. The white haired swordsman opened his eyes wide.
- Vooi, the hell are you doing?!
He nearly screamed. He couldn’t possibly understand that. Xanxus simply answered in an annoyed tone:
- Just don’t scream, trash, it’s better that we relax.
- But…
- If we get panicked, we will just play their game.
After saying that, he sipped a bit of the liquor quietly. He was listening to every noise. Finally he heard some steps. He left the glass on the counter, then made a gesture to Squalo to explain him they had to hide somewhere in the room.
When the men hired by Albert Duxl came into the casino built into that resort, they found nobody. One second later, with their great surprise, they had a glimpse of a blade and a gun, then they were lying on the floor, either shot or sliced up. With a sign, Xanxus made Squalo understand he would go away to find either the target or the woman, while the latter just had to cover him. He ran away from the casino, descending various floors while shooting bullets to get rid of his pursuers. He found himself finally in what he could imagine it was a storage room. He closed his eyes, lowering his guns, to hear even the least movement. As silent as a shadow, Bianchi was approaching him, her poisonous dagger pointed towards the black haired man. Xanxus opened his eyes and turned around just in time to see that Bianchi was above him, hanging from the ceiling, her dagger pointed right towards his heart. He pointed both his guns at her and shot.
Meanwhile, Squalo easily got rid of the last underlings, slicing them up. Duxl stepped behind him, making him turn towards his pointed gun.
- The game is over.
- Vooi, do you REALLY think so?
Answered a grinning Squalo. He felt that the bullet was shot, so he dodged it leaning at his left, then killed the man with a blow, not even letting him make a sound. Then he ran towards Xanxus, a bit worried, since he had heard some shoots. When he arrived at the storage room, he saw him standing before Bianchi. Xanxus was questioning the dying woman.
- Who hired you?
- Would you tell me, if you were in my shoes?
Feebly answered Bianchi. Xanxus shook his head, denying. Squalo, seeing that scene, felt the need to say something.
- Is Bianchi your true name?
- What would be the point in telling you?
- … I can go visit your grave.
Xanxus was stunned for a moment. That guy was just too complicated to understand for him. Squalo kept talking in a somewhat neutral tone.
- Who’s buried in that grave you always would visit? Your husband?
- … No…
- Then who?
- … The one I loved.
- What’s your name?
- There’s no point in telling you. I’m an assassin, I will have neither a name nor a grave, since like you I’m already dead a long time ago.
With those words she died. Xanxus came out of the building, dragging along Squalo. It was sunset.
Some days later, Squalo was walking through the cemetery with a bouquet of red lilies into his hands. He stopped at a grave, the rain was falling. In one second he threw the flowers in the air, thinking.
“I know this is not your grave, but I felt that this was at least necessary, Bianchi.”
And with that he turned around and went home.