Chapter 23
"So when can I join the Undead Parade?"
"When you're dead."
"Oh, is that it?"
"Luna put down that knife!"
"Jager."
"Yes, Lord Bermuda?"
"I order you to shoot me," The Vindice Warden spoke firmly unable to pry his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him. It was almost like watching a train wreck, you knew you should just look away but you just couldn't. It was just that horrifying and oh God he was going to have to Obliterate the last hour just to be capable of closing his eyes ever again without being haunted by the images.
"Apologizes Lord Bermuda but if I must endure then so must you." Traitor.
Taking a deep breath, the Ex-Night Arcobaleno eyes the scantily clad- they probably would have been beautiful to others- women smiling at him before speaking in firm 'I'm considering gutting you if I don't like your answer' tone.
"Tsunayoshi-kun, would you kindly inform me on why you and your Guardians are dressed as Hookers?"
"How did-" The brunette began startled before clearing her -His? What does one call his abomination?- throat, "I'm afraid you must be mistaken. I don't' know a Tsunayoshi-kun. Why don't you come with me and I'll help you relax, Handsome."
Really? He was in currently a two-year-old covered in his Vindice Uniform. There wasn't a single speck of skin to be seen! Though the other couldn't see it, Bermuda granted who he was certain was the Vongola Decimo a deadpanned look.
"Pedophilia is against the law-"
"I'm sure you're older then you look."
Did that brat just interrupt him? The Vindice warden could feel his eye began to develop a twitch as a hand gently -probably meant to be seductively- brushed against his bandaged cheek. Bermuda could taste the throw up in the back of his throat -the gesture was wrong, wrong, wrong. The hand was too small, too soft, too gentle.- as he felt Jager's shoulder stiffen beneath him.
"Tsunayoshi-kun," The emerald eyed Chibi allowed his voice to ice over as it deepened, "I'm married."
"HHHEEEIII!"
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