Even though Xanxus was in good health, he had gone many days without sleep, and lack of sleep can blur the lines between reality and dreams, the present and the past. So it did not alarm Xanxus when in the evening mist ghosting through the trees of the woods on the banks of a stream, he saw the ghostly apparitions of his father and himself as a young boy being taught the ethics of the world.
Kyuudaime: Remember, always be kind.
Young Xan: Yes, father.
Kyuudaime: Always help the weak and old.
Young Xan: I understand.
Kyuudaime: Always help those less fortunate than yourself.
Young Xan: Yes Father, always.
An explosion in the distance and the apparition of his father fades away. The child turns toward Xanxus in a non-judgmental but puzzled voice.
Young Xan: How did I become you?
Xanxus looked back towards the apparition of himself as a child who neither spoke nor disappeared, but only waited for his answer. Forced to examine the actions of his entire life, he tried to figure out at what point he had become the person who would murder an unarmed man whom was only suspected of not supporting their cause. At what point did he become a man able to look away when others gave the order to murder a suspects family?
All this time, he was wrestling with a way to answer the question from this apparition of himself as a child. This child, who still silently awaited his answer, refused to disappear. So, he started to put his thoughts into words, and as he spoke he began to see a possible way out of his angry misery.
"My family whom I have neglected....my hate that has grown and caused me to walk this path so far from your own. Its time to depart time to go back, to a distant memory that death always leaves." he whispered to the mist and to the night. Before turning back and by his sky flames light turned from the bases direction to another more secret place.
A lonely grave where the ninths legacy could not be erased.
As he began to walk and leave the lonely stream the apparition of a child faded back into the night as if it had never been. (Remnants of a lullaby departed into a dream and the arching of a life as it hangs in the air, it seems Xan has had some time to think and has made his decisions regarding his feelings for the Varia and for the Vongola as well. Or maybe its more of madness and less of guilt. Who knows. RP account for
Explosion Just Ahead Does Announce the Newly Dead
Gloomy
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Buon compleanno you fucking boss.
((HAPPY B-DAY FOR XAN
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VOOOIIII! Don't get in my WAY!
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Don't question my logic.
No throwing Tequilas at my head *wears helmet*
Squalo-Chan is being mean!!
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君は王子 ミーは蛙 ♥BelxFran love!!
Don't fucking tell me it's liver failure...
((ooc: I LOL'D *bugs you as Squalo about the 'Ti Amo'* C|))
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VOOOIIII! Don't get in my WAY!
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I don't need you, I let you follow me, useless trash!
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