A/N: More than likely going to be a short chapter, but I'm sick and tired and-- oh, is that a color-changing butterfly? . . . Sorry. Head is hurting, I can barely talk, and I have slept about 20 of the past 48 hours. It's hard enough focusing on shit without hacking up a lung every fucking five minutes. Anyway, the first chapter~~!
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"I'm sorry, what?!"
"You heard me." Skull snorted. "I was a soldier. Well," he rolled his eyes slightly as he knocked back another shot, "I've always been a fighter, at least." Seeing the incredulous looks from the Arcobaleno (or, at least, those that show emotions), he shrugged. "c'mon, I couldn't have survived half of the stuff that happened to me before I met you guys without some kind of experience in the fighting field."
"What." Lal deadpanned.
"Yeah." Skull confirmed. He leaned back slightly and tapped his chin in thought. "Let's see... There was that Triad group in 1910, the World Wars, this whole fiasco..." He motioned to the surrounding Arcobaleno. "Working as a runner/member of that Mafiya group in Roanapur, I only did that for a couple of years...." Skull trailed off at the end while the Arcobaleno paled. Skull had worked in Roanapur? Even some of the more depraved Mafia families from Italia were wary of that place, never mind staying there. "Oh! Almost forgot the Civil War in the Colonies during the 60's..." The Arcobaleno paled again. The only notable "Civil War" in the "60's" was going on during the 1860's in America!! Skull was that old?
"Then there wash...." Skull started slurring, and looking at the table in front of him, it wasn't hard to tell why. Reborn did a quick count-up and mentally whistled. Skull had managed to down close to a hundred and fifty shots of whiskey and vodka before he started slurring? How had he not passed out, or worse, gotten alcohol poisoning yet? "That... wissa--" Skull fell face-first onto the table. The more expressive Arcobaleno sweatdropped. Really? However, there was one Arcobaleno, however, that was thinking deeply. What was Skull about to say before he passed out? Would he even tell them? Or, possibly more importantly, would they want to know?
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A/N: If there are any spelling or grammar errors, please tell me in the comments and I'll do my best to fix them. I'm finding it a bit hard to stay awake and focus right now, so hopefully, a few minor errors can be excused.
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Skull the Soldier
FanfictionThe Arcobaleno were the seven strongest people in the world; one would have to be stupid or ignorant to dispute that. Reborn prided himself on being the best at reading people, whether it was their faces, the meaning behind their words, their action...
