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A fight to the death was an honorable way for any assassin, especially a swordsman, to go. Yet Squalo can’t find himself happy about his current situation. He wants to get up and keep fighting, but no part of his body is responding. There’s a dull buzzing in his ears and he can hear the faded yells of his teammates. Maybe they were taunting him with the fact he wasn’t Varia Quality anymore or maybe they were nagging him for getting so hurt yet again or… The worst possibility was the idea they could be begging him to stay with them, crying out in a futile attempt to save his life. He feels unpleasantly chill even when his blurry eyes can vaguely make out Lussuria’s sun flames being pressed against his bleeding wound. Though, through the fading in and out, he can feel a familiar grip on his hair. Xanxus wasn’t yanking it, more holding as much of the Rain flame’s silvery hair in his grasp as he could. The usually loud swordsman wants to laugh, but all that falls from his lips are mostly pathetic puffs of air. The dark haired Sky presses the hair against his face, much like a child hiding behind their security blanket when trying to avoid a cruel reality life is throwing at them. 

Was his boss crying? Was Xanxus really so upset he’s leaving him? At the very least, he can yell loudly with pride in hell that he never failed his promise to his Sky. Even if eternal damnation and torture awaits him the moment he’s finally gone from this life, he can bear it all since in a way, he kept his vow to the man he loves so dear… Squalo’s eyes close slowly as he accepts his fate, vaguely hearing Xanxus’ voice yelling at him though it sounds like the man is trying to yell through water or thick jello. 

“Don’t you go…!...Shitty Shark…!...”The rest of the dark haired man’s words were unintelligible to him now in this state. Now Squalo simply waits for whatever afterlife awaits him. Being a born and raised Italian, he expects some form of Christianity hell for someone like him. Yet… There’s nothing.

Well, not exactly nothing. He feels warm again, like he’s laying in some luxurious bed. He knows damn well the Varia has never had enough money to blow on fancy sheets and blankets and memory foam filled mattresses. Not to mention the Rain flame is also pretty damn sure there’s no way his team could’ve revived him unless they let him become some Vindice like zombie.

“Hey, get up, lei!”A grating, young girl's voice yells at him. He was painfully familiar with the owner of said voice, his shitty little sister Delfino. Last he’d talked to her, she was the Cavallone Famiglia’s Rain Guardian and she didn’t sound so child-like. The swordsman opens his blue-grey eyes slowly and looks around. The room he was in was his childhood bedroom… For a moment he’d assume he’s some weird heaven until he makes eye contact with his sister.

“The fuck to do you want, voi?!”Squalo snaps at her, making Delfino gasp and flinch a little.

“Lei!! Fine if you want to be late for school I don’t care!!”