Writing #6

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Summer in Italy has no mercy.

It doesn’t matter how late you leave your house, it will still be too hot.

For that, Daemon knows for sure that he did something really bad in his past life to deserve his best friend and girlfriend birthdays in full summer.

The first one usually isn’t a problem since they still all work and the supermarket has industrial AC so they just have to work full-time and go waste their livers at shift over, when the sun is half way to set.

The second one is a more serious problem.

First of all, he couldn’t know his next lover’s birthday so it’s not totally their fault.

Second, and probably biggest problem, he was completely sure that Viper preferred to party with his friends somewhere, maybe a  lil trip, and not spending his day off with him.

Totally not.

I mean, we are talking of Viper.

Daemon laughed loudly when she told him about her plans for the day but, looking at the others’ faces, the true slapped his face like a bitch: she wasn’t joking.

So here he is, 2th of July, a torrid weather and a majestic sunset painting the hill where the small city is, walking to pick up his girl.

When he arrives at the building everything is calm and a nice breeze dries any sign of sweatiness on him.

The first gate is open.

Arriving at the second one the boy rings the biggest button, the one of the biggest room.

-It’s open, you  prick!!!

A voice makes him jump.

-Wow, it’s a while since I didn’t see you so waste, Fran.

Says the man opening the bigger gate, entering the building and softly laughing at the small boy leaned on the railing, with both his hands in his neon mint hair.

-I’m pretty sure it was when Belphe-

-I swear on all the frogs in the universe, past, present and future, that if you keep talking I’m going to break your legs and wash your teeth with them.

Cut him off the other, rough blank voice but with the right amount of seriousness to shut the older one for a solid minute.

-I understand from your brainless act of ringing the intercom that you didn’t read Mukuro’s message.

Says Fran after that blessing minute of silence, voice still rough and blank but full of the boy’s entire tiredness.

-Mukuro’s wwwwoook yes, no, I didn’t read it.

Says the other man picking his phone and noticing that, indeed, there’s a message from that specific person.

「please don’t ring the intercom, the others are pretty wasted.

Text me when you’re here, I’ll open up for you」

Yeah, he totally didn’t read it.

-I suppose from Fran’s shout that you didn’t read my message.

A low laugh comes from a taller man behind the wasted mint haired one, that places an hand kindly on the back of the other one.

-No. He didn’t.

Replies the poor wrecked boy.

-No, I didn’t.

Replies the culprit, smiling stupidly.

-You’re lucky that your girlfriend is ready or I was coming down there to br-

-That’s ok, Fran, go on the coach, it’s free and ready for a nice sleep, come on, there’s the breakfast ready too, if you want to eat before sleep.

Cuts Mukuro addressing Fran to the hidden living room, saving his supposed-to-be best friend’s ass.

-I know where you live, Spade.

Threatens Fran, turning around leaving the spot.

-And I won’t go there neither if I’m dying so go fuck yourself.

Finishes leaving definitely to go to sleep.

-Wild night, uh?

Asks Daemon, after ignoring the menaces, waiting the other that is joining him at the hall of the building.

-Yeah, we didn’t know how resistant Viper is at alcohol.

Responds with a laugh Mukuro.

-I was waiting for the magic day when someone would beat your wasted asses in a drinking match.

Says Daemon happy of the moment.

-I had a serious hard time against her.

Starts the Rokudo.

-How can such a small girl drink that much?

Finishes asking.

-You don’t know for how many other things I asked myself the same thing.

Answers the friend.

-I hope you are not implying something sexual or I’ll get offended.

Half pouts the tall man.

-I won’t answer you because: one, it’s gross; two, you don’t deserve to know; three, you’re pouting and that’s one of the answer of ‘why you don’t deserve it’; and four…you know she would kill me and hides my body in ways we can’t even imagine if I do.

Explain Spade, receiving a sympathetic nod from his friend about point four.

-And I should be the offended one!! You neither invited me to drink for her birthday!!

Cries out Daemon.

-Man, you already won the night with her on the right day, we had to punish you in some way.

Explains Mukuro placing an hand of the other’ shoulder and smiling at him like a calm psycho before opening his victim.

-…speaking of deserving, uh?

Laughs nervously Daemon after the explanation.

-Yeah…

Says his friend staring at him to keep enjoying Daemon’s terror.

-But I can tell you: I don’t think that’s a good idea, I mean, it’s her first birthday here, we could have prepared a huge party like Squalo do! Why cut your balls on a roof with your embarrassing boyfriend??

In that moment Mukuro really wished to be able to record that.

That was pure gold.

The ultimate funny speech.

-Nice imagine, thank you.

It’s what Mukuro says instead.

-Oh come on, you know what I mean.

Complains Spade.

-I know Daemon but you don’t know how much she loves you.

Well, that actually shocked the other man.

-Will you leave the torture to me, Mukuro?

A delicate deep voice re-sounds in the whole hall, echoing lightly for all the empty highness of the building high entrance.

It gives Daemon shivers.

He still isn’t used to her voice.

10 months passed since they met and it still gives him shivers.

It’s so deep and strangely warm for a female voice, like the Death calling you.

-I know him before you so I have the right to give him at least a couple of nightmares per night.

Chuckles the taller man waiting with the other to the girl to join them.

-You’re right, bro, I forgot your contract.

Giggles the woman arriving in the hall.

Daemon stares at her frozen.

-What’s wrong, cutie?

Asks him Viper.

-Still scared of snakes?

Asks again, smirking dangerously beautifully, her amethyst’s eyes reflecting the bloody golden light of the sunset.

-I was waiting a kiss, actually.

Managed to answer Daemon, with big surprise from Mukuro.

-I didn’t see that coming, wow.

Says Rokudo in low voice staring really surprise at the couple, with the girl now chuckling happily showing her natural fangs.

The kiss is light and Mukuro is sure to see a glint of blush on the cheeks of both.

Now he knows what the others feel when he goes disgusting cheesy with his lil man.

-It’s easier than with Mukuro.

She says leaving his lover’s mouth.

-You’re shorter.

She adds.

-I confirm.

Nods Mukuro.

-Wait what?!

Shouts Daemon looking at both.

-It’s late, let’s go, Shorty.

Viper says linking arms with his boyfriend, exiting the building and saluting her friend.

-No, now you explain me what the fuck you meant with that.

Daemon doesn’t give up, the road to his house isn’t long but they have that and all the night, and probably part of the next day.

-It’s always so funny when you swear.

Laughs adorably the girl, tightening the hold between their arms, pressing a bit more her body to him.

-Don’t change topic.

Daemon says being serious.

-Oh wow, you’re serious-serious not the serious-but-I’m-pouting-serious.

She observes, looking intensely at him.

-I really want to bite you in this moment.

Viper says staring for real, starting walking on his tip toes trying to place a bite on the man’s neck.

-Oi.

The boy stops her covering her mouth with an hand, voice firm: he is really serious.

No time for jokes.

-I asked you…what you meant before.

They’re still in the middle of the street.

Viper looks at him more surprise than she imagined, but not looking like it.

Daemon isn’t very sure of why he reacted so firmly: maybe because he can’t always be the main joke of their group.

With a culprit sigh she softly removes the other’s hand from his mouth, not meeting resistance.

-They are just butterfly kisses, Daemon. He’s like a brother, come on, they are tender and playful.

She explains.

-And it’s not like we kiss everyday all day!! It happens sometimes, it’s an innocent act!

She continues.

-I do with Verde too, but I hate to let him win so we don’t do it often.

She pouts disgusted at the memories of his real brother’s kisses.

-Are you really mad at me?

Viper asks still holding the boy’s hand.

Daemon sighs heavily starting walking again.

- If snakes can puppy eyes.

He says sighing again at his, partial, defeat.

She barks out a laugh hugging him properly, happy of her, partial, victory.

-You didn’t answer me this time!

She points out squeezing well her love.

-Even if it’s your birthday, you have to beg for my forgiveness.

He answers while opening the gate of his building and then arriving in his apartment.

-What the fuck is this? Are you into shitty kink that I don’t know??

She laughs pulling off her shoes like she’s entering her own house.

Daemon’s life is so hard.

-No fried chicken for you.

He says going to the kitchen to take food and the roof’s keys.

-You bought fried chicken for me?!?

She asks loudly shocked, half running to the lil gate that gives access to the roof, holding the keys that she rapidly has stolen to his boyfriend, busy with food and stuff.

-No, since you won’t have it.

He answers pocking out his tongue.

The girl’s cries can be heard even on the near streets once on the roof, but they are interrupted pretty immediately when she sees how the place is prepared.

-Oh my God you didn’t prepare a puke-inducing place.

She says faking deep feelings.

-And good-bye to spicy ketchup too.

He says placing the food he took before, going back at home to take the rest.

-You remembered the spicy ketchup!!!!!

She shouts really loud for her usual character, scaring the poor man that was only a few steps away from her.

-I didn’t, since you won’t have it.

He replies pocking out his tongue again rapidly going downstairs to complete their menu, leaving the girl in the fresh wind, in a bath of warm sun shines.

There all alone, Viper goes to the thick but fresh blanket, sitting on it and lighting on a cigarette.

She usually doesn’t smoke when they are together, she knows that her boyfriend is a spoiled blue-blood boy that doesn’t like smoke but hey, it’s her birthday and they’re outside.

Very outside.

-Ok, it’s all here except for the cake that-…

Daemon is surprised too to see her smoking.

-…are you ok?

He asks joining the girl on the blanket.

She only nods, keeping the cigarette’ smoke far from him but picking a couple of fries eating them.

-…You sure?

He tries again, sweetly, sitting closer to her, without the smoke bothering him.

 -I’m sure Elena never made fun of you.

She says chewing her fries, picking others.

-Do you miss her a lot, don’t you?

She asks, picking a plastic glass to use as ashtray.

It was like all the air in Daemon’s lungs was sucked off them.

It was like his throat filled up with plastic sponge.

His heart has stopped for a second, enough to crack it.

-Viper what…

He manages to breathe.

-I’m not asking because of jealous.

She starts.

-Maybe a bit but it’s just because I wonder it often. Like…pretty often.

Confesses the girl, taking a long puff of her cigarette.

-I…

Starts the boy.

-Yes, I do.

Daemon answers faster than both of them imagined.

-I loved her deeply, she…was the most certain thing in my life.

He says.

-I…don’t think I ever felt something like what I felt for her. It was almost insane and stupid.

He pauses.

-She wasn’t for me and I clearly remember how much I suffered, I didn’t neither care about what my friends said to me, the jokes or the laughs: I was already broken.

He continues.

-So when my parents announced me that an important family’s daughter asked them to put together our families I just nodded absently: I didn’t expected her to enter the room, smiling shy but completely happy.

He says smiling remembering that day.

-We talked just a few times, I couldn’t imagine that I was so important for her too.

He adds turning to look at Viper that was sucking the spicy ketchup from one of the lil pack.

-I-I’m sorry i…said too much.

Daemon says pretty confused from the scene.

-Nah, I asked you.

Viper replies throwing away the poor ketchup taking the first puff from the cigarette she just lighted up.

A new one.

-Yeah but I painted it like the most beautiful tale of love.

The boy dares to laugh a bit.

-It was.

Answers the girl, blowing out a dense and big cloud of smoke, making her looks more like a dragon than a snake.

And maybe she is.

Her voice is clear and firm, with tones of darkness.

Daemon thinks that the smoke makes her voice even deeper and rougher, it harden it.

Like an incandescent marble.

So he doesn’t know what hurted him exactly.

It’s a strange pain.

He feels guilty.

-I may not be a fucking princess but I had my cool life too.

Viper says laughing lowly.

-Not that you are interested of it, of course.

She mocks him, picking a piece of chicken, half teasing him from make the boy scolds her.

-You are adorable when you are jealous.

He says not falling in the other’s trap, smirking.

-But I actually tried to know about your past from every person I could: I even asked your brother, so you now know why I don’t trust pens anymore.

Spade confesses drinking something.

-I had to advise you, I’m sorry.

She says picking a beer and opening it easily.

-I’m so glad you’re still able to drink after a night of wrecking our friends asses but I know you were going to tell me what damned happened in your life and nothing will stop it.

The man says.

-So…tell.

And with that Daemon take a sip of his drink, looking at her lover, ready to be amazed.

-First of all

She starts, giggling a bit, starting to be shy.

-I’m no Italian.

She confesses.

-You what.

That’s a great start, Daemon is already shocked.

-No, I’m not.

She chuckles.

-My mom and I are French while my dad and Verde are German.

Viper puffs her cigarette while picking another fried potato.

-And I’m Mammon Viper.

She says blushing more than Daemon ever saw, without expecting the French accent.

-Not just Viper…and the asshole is Albert Verde, so you have something with which blackmail him.

The girls adds laughing again, trying to smoke away the embarrassment.

Daemon is too shocked to understand the preciousness of that information.

-My parents met in those hippies…raves…I don’t know how the call them now but you understand what they are-

She says eating chicken while talking, with the boy next to her that looks more like a captured fish than man.

-For that I spent my childhood around Europe because they kinda worked for the organization, they stopped only to give birth Verde and I, that’s why I said I’m French and he’s German: timing.

Adds Viper taking a sip before starting again.

-That until I was 4 or 5 when the circus that split the place with us for a circus themed tour asked my parents if they could hire Verde and I: as you may imagine, Verde was already a genius so for a circus a 7-8 years old boy on control of the business affairs were more than an attraction; my situation was different but more circus-like since they just needed another contortionist/hoop artists.

She stops to take another sip of beer but eyeing her boyfriend moving his mouth like an agonizing fish she goes on.

-Living in raves since I was born made me live among artists so I learned all those kind of…sports.

She chuckles.

-We lived like this until 3 years ago, when a fire destroyed everything, many spectators and friends died there. I was an isolated place and the help arrived pretty late for that there were many dead, but the police told us that it wasn’t the circus’ fault but a love revenge against a spectator ended ve~ry bad.

Daemon is sure to look paler: he was curious about her but God, that was worse than a movie.

-My boyfriend died too.

She adds with a calm smile, opening another pack of ketchup, cutting Daemon’s breathe.

-Your…what.

-Actually we had to marry the following winter, so maybe more than a boyfriend but yeah, still dead.

Viper specifies.

-Sorry, you two aren’t the perfect sad love story anymore.

She jokes around poking out her tongue to him.

-What happened in those three years before I arrived here…

She deep sighs.

-…I’ll just say that they are just fog in my brain…and probably some itches in my brothers pants.

She laughs ending her story.

-So…

She starts again, finally looking at him.

-…I understand you. I’m not a princess, but I understand you.

She smiles at him softly.

-And my hair were longer then Elena’s and a lot prettier.

She pokes her tongue out again, acting childish again.

-If you don’t have a photo I won’t believe you.

He speaks with a strange voice, probably for all the emotions that kicked his ass during the story.

-I think Verde sent me one to blackmail me a few weeks ago, sure that I would bother me. Poor asshole, I’m hot as fuck.

Viper answers him pulling out her phone and giving it to him with the above-mentioned photo.

The picture shows a tin girl with a white summer dress, a light wind moving the large fabric making the girl hold her hat.

Her hairs glows even if they are of a breath-taking shade of purple, they are softly curled at the end and long enough to cover the girl’s whole back.

-…can I have it?

Asks Daemon staring at it like a teenager.

-What a pervert!! I was 17!!

She barks taking back her phone, but her boyfriend unwanted puppy eyes stop her to going on the joke.

-…wait.

He says standing up and going downstairs.

-…you are lucky that I don’t saved Wolf’s photos on this phone.

Viper says looking again at her photo.

-You would feel us like a lesbian couple.

She laughs trying to not being loud, eyeing the boy that is back.

-You nearly made me forget the cake.

He says sitting on the blanket again, placing the small cake on a tray to not ruin it.

It’s a cute cake, not for more than 2 people and it’s lilac: no puke-inducing decorations or phrases.

-You have the cake too!!!

She shouts.

-And it’s cute!!

She adds picking a plastic knife to cut it.

-No wait!!! The candles, c’mon!! Your wish!!

He says panicking and showing her the single big candle he has.

-…i-it’s bad manners to ask a woman age.

He replies at Viper’s look about the single candle.

-It’s ok, Richy Rich, it’s ok.

She chuckles looking her boy to put the candle on it and lighting it up.

-So-

He starts but she cut it immediately, blowing on the candle.

-I knew that you love to make fun of me!!!!

He cries out at his lover’s act meanwhile she’s laughing her ass off at his predictable anger.

-You had to make a wish!!!

He keeps cring out.

-What if I made it? Mh?

She asks smirking, already satisfied by Daemon’s not-so-manly pout.

-Well, I don’t want to know.

He answers obviously offended, just to receive a good hand of cake on the face.

-VIPER, HOLY SHIT!!!!

He really didn’t see it coming.

-WHAT THE FUCK, C’MON!!!

She’s really enjoying herself.

-My part of cake is on your face…so…

She says wiggling her eyebrows, looking at the confused than partially scared’s face of Daemon.

-W-What about your wish then?

He tries to change subject watching the girl coming closer.

-Already came true.

She answers smirking evil.

-V-Vip what-

He starts before being shut by an open kiss, that half whipped away the cake on his mouth.

-OH GOD, YOU STILL HAVE SPICY KETCHUP IN YOUR MOUTH!!!

Oh Jesus it took me 3 DAYS!!!!!!!!

NEVER IN MY LIFE IT TOOK ME 3 DAYS TO WRITE ONE CHAPTER!!

NEVER!!

Neither when i used to write 'Cobra'!!

I always 'force' myself to write the whole chapter in a time.

It was like giving birth.

Omfg my exausted...

AND THE NEXT PROMPT IS DAEVI AGAIN AHAHAHAHAH I WANNA DIE

WTF WILL I DO??

But i'm writing the first prompt of the only sobi challenge.

*takes a deep breathe*

I'm scared of myself.

Why am i doing a whole one-side challenge?

My poor SeokSeok.

Forgive noona pls.

Sob

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