scenario with xanxus and hibari falling in love with the person they were forced to have an arranged marriage with
XanxusYou always knew you were just going to be used as a bargaining chip, just an easy way to advance your fatherâs position. You werenât from a particularly strong family, you were actually pretty tiny, and not all that great. Your father was a bit of a coward and everyone knew it, so why not just marry her off to the highest bidder? You had come to terms with that ages ago.
It was pretty unlucky, though, that your father was able to find someone like Xanxus. You certainly didnât know the details, didnât know what in the world he did or who he paid off, but you had been informed that it hadnât been an easy sell. Apparently your fiancĂŠ hadnât been too thrilled. You werenât either, but you certainly werenât throwing a piss fit. But damn, you werenât happy. Youâd heard the rumors about him, knew what he was like with woman. And you were mostly annoyed with the fact that heâd probably be free to fuck around after you were married and you wouldnât. Stupid double standards, ones that you werenât going to let happen. Cause fuck, you donât want to do this either!
You two were married within the week. Bam, boom, done. Your father saw you off and was glad to see you gone. It was a good deal for him, after all, able to get rid of you and increase his standing in one swift shot. You wished you didnât have to actually have the whole stupid ceremony, but it had been necessary- appearances were very important. Xanxus really didnât speak to you practically at all that entire night. He drank a ton of wine and passed out in your bed. Of course, not before ripping off every bit of clothing he had had on.
The next few weeks were weird. Neither of you was very happy with the situation youâd been put in, and you were a little annoyed at the fact that you found you got along with your husband fairly well. You had similar interests, and though he wasnât incredibly talkative you could hold a conversation with him pretty easily. But he annoyed you to death with the way he didnât even try to hide the woman he was still sleeping with. It was actually getting on your nerves a lot more than it ought to.
One day you had needed to clean your guns, your pride and joy, two PP2000, so you sat down in your shared bedroom to do it. Cleaning your guns was the worst part of having them, though, it was such an involved process. You had to unscrew parts just to get inside and it was just a pain. But it needed to be done. And you loved these guns, they were good close range and they fit perfectly in your hands, so they deserved to be clean.
You didnât even look up when the door flung open, and you had begun speaking before it had even had time to slam against the wall. âFind a different room, there are more than enough in this castle.â
âI didnât realize this room was occupied,â the girl Xanxus had brought back said, sounding both haughty and displeased.
It was a shame, if theyâd shown up five minutes later you would have been finished and done and wouldnât have had to deal with this. âWhat the fuck are you even doing?â Xanxus asked, and from the genuinely confused tone to his voice it occurred to you he probably hadnât even known you knew how to shoot a gun, much less take it apart to clean it. Unfortunately not surprising, you thought, as you were both a woman and from such a weak family.
âCome on now, husband, Iâd think that such a great boss like yourself would know what the inside of a gun looked like?â you said.
Youâd finally got the last screw on, and you slid the magazine back in and gave it a smack, giving a quick check that the safety was on. You rose to your feet, keeping your weapons pointed down as you stalked out of the room. As you passed the two of them you said, âIâm staying at a friendâs tonight, so have fun.â
Xanxus didnât trust her or that stupid smile sheâd given him. And he found himself too agitated to even give this dumb cunt a fuck, so with very little kindness he pushed her out of his room and slammed the door in her face. And then immediately had to open it again. He pushed past her roughly before stomping down the hallway. He needed to find out where sheâd gone. His stupid wife. So he barked orders at the first people he saw to go follow her.
He didnât know why he was so angry. It didnât make sense. What should he care what she was doing? Itâs not like he chose to marry her or anything. But the thought of her with another man made him seethe with rage. And no, he absolutely didnât see the blatant hypocrisy since heâd literally just been about to screw some random chick right in front of her. In fact, now that he thought about it, why hadnât she been more angry about that? She hadnât seemed to care at all and it pissed him off.
When he was told that theyâd seen her going into some guyâs apartment he was seeing red. He grabbed his guns and left. Got a little lost on the way there, that certainly didnât improve his mood. It had now been two hours since sheâd left and he didnât hesitate to kick that door open. The sound of the wood splintering beneath his boot seemed to echo in the empty living room.
He could hear her behind the bedroom door, voice urgent as she said something he couldnât make out to whoever it was she was there with. He had thrown the door open and shot the guy in less than a heartbeat, a clean shot through his left eye, blood splattering back against the wall, creating an almost pretty starburst of red against the plain white wallpaper.
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing with other men?â he spat, he was sure she could see the fire in his eyes. âYouâre my fucking wife.â
She had a gun pointed at his head, a thin sheen of sweat on her naked body. The sight turned him on way more than it probably should, but he didnât care. âIf itâs okay for you to do it, it should be okay for me.â
âI didnât do shit.â He took a step towards her and she took a step back. She wouldnât shoot him, he knew she wasnât stupid. So by the time heâd gotten to her sheâd backed herself into the corner, and he roughly grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, the gun slipping from her grasp and falling at her feet. He kicked it across the room, leaning in so close she was sure to feel his breath on her skin. âYouâre supposed to be mine, and Iâll make sure you remember that.â
HibariThey had never warned you about this, and it had seemingly come from nowhere. Being married to one of the Vongola Decimoâs guardians. You were more confused by why this other person agreed. You didnât know the details, but apparently it was a kind of punishment for him. Maybe heâd really messed up some kind of mission, or he wasnât doing enough for the family. But your own family was fairly powerful, but mostly they had a lot of money. Marrying you had a lot of benefits, just like marrying him got her parents in good with the Vongola.
Your parents were planning on using you as a spy, that much you were clued in on. They needed information on one of the most powerful Famiglias in Europe, if not the world, and you were easy to sneak in. It was all about the timing, and it was good timing.
Your marriage was done quickly, and Hibari was surprisingly accommodating. Though he wasnât happy about it either, and he wasnât very talkative, he was at least not treating you as if you didnât exist. Honestly, it wasnât nearly as bad as you thought it was gonna be. Plus, you didnât know he had a pet bird, and they were just so cute! His box animal too was very adorable, and they both seemed to like you.
Honestly, their company was very much appreciated, since Hibari wasnât around very often. He was always off working, and he hadnât ever let you into his office. You chewed your lip as you stared at the closed door. You knew you had to get in there, there had to be a wealth of information your family could use, but you were finding the more time you spent here the less you wanted to do this.
Hibari had been nothing but kind to you. He hadnât pressured you into anything simply because you were technically married, and heâd all around made you feel welcome here. Even if he did have security cameras hidden in all the places he thought youâd never see, he hadnât done anything to you.
But your parents were getting⌠They needed that information, they said, and you shouldâve had the chance to find something by now. Anything. They were pressuring you more and more into taking stupid risks, it didnât matter, they just needed you to get what they wanted. And you were torn. You wanted to remain loyal to your family, to the parents whoâd raised you and taught you everything, but you didnât want to betray Hibari, or the Vongola.
âIs something the matter?â
You jumped at the voice, turning to find your husband behind you. And all you could think was âHe knows, he knows, he knows!â Heâd kill you in a second, you knew that. But youâd have to make the first move. âNo, Iâm fine.â
He stared silently at you for a heartbeat, scrutinizing you, trying to figure out what you were planning. At least, thatâs what your stress addled brain thought. âIf there is, you can feel free to come to me about it. Weâre married now, after all.â
He was giving you the option to come clean. That had to be what he was doing. Prove your loyalty to the Vongola and confess that your family was full of traitors plotting to take down his boss. You almost did, but you bit back the words before they could come out. âIâll remember that, thank you.â
You didnât see much of him that week. Your parents were becoming hard to continue lying to. No, you still hadnât learned anything, youâd say. Again, and again, and again. You got a message that day. Your father needed to speak with you. Urgently. In person. So you snuck out of the house and went to the location youâd been given. But nobody was there. And you could feel the bile rising in your throat. Cause something wasnât right, this didnât make sense. You searched the warehouse, and finally found it. A note taped to one of the doors leading outside. Not the one youâd come in from. We donât need you. Weâre moving ahead with the plan without your help.
Hibari wasnât startled when the door to his office was flung open. Heâd seen her enter from the cameras, in some kind of hurry. She was breathing heavily, and her face was speckled with blood. It didnât look to be her own. âHibari,â she gasped, âTheyâve found a way in. Theyâre going to do it.â
Theyâd known about this for months. Theyâd known that ______âs marriage proposal was all just a ploy to get in good with the Vongola. And theyâd known that _____ was never expected to survive, a sacrificial lamb. If only sheâd played her part correctly, that was.
But he was surprised to find that sheâd not only refused to play her parentâs game, sheâd even come back to warn them. She was lucky sheâd picked the correct side. He had found that he wasnât really that keen on killing her. Heâd admit it, to himself at least, that heâd found heâd grown quite fond of her. She was strong, and loyal, and she didnât get on his nerves.
He finally rose from his seat, walking slowly across the room to her. She looked scared, he could see she was tensing up, ready for some kind of attack that wasnât going to come. She lowered her eyes to the floor, and the look of utter confusion on her face when he patted her gently on the head was almost funny. âGood job, herbivore.â
