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Skull sat on the ground, catching his breath as got lost in his thoughts. His purple nails untying the aubergine tie the dress code of this event forced unto him as the light breeze of this year’s late September cooled his head down.
He knows they mean well, they do, truly, he can see that. And maybe he should be more gracious towards their violent upbringings. Growing up in the Mafia must have been terrible to their psyche, they confessed, in their own way, how awkward they feel with him.
So yes, the arcobaleno try their best with him. But, how terrible it is, that their best is still so lacking. Skull stares down at his arm now wiped clean of bruises by his Sun, the one who put them there in the first place. Reborn held him a bit too hard as the introductions to the Dons and Donnas went on for forever, restricting the Cloud in his ability to get out. He knew they were strong, they knew he was the weakest but would it kill them to act accordingly to that fact ?
It’s just a ball to celebrate their second year and imminent end as a group, they will have their final mission the next week. Skull, felt it was a bit of a waste of time, he had so much to do now that his time in the mafia is soon to ending but instead, here he was, standing in the grass. He only recently managed to escape from the others clutches, nodding with a sheepish smile to Fon as he slipped out of the immense ballroom.
Skull prepared himself to get up and face his soul bonded teammates, planning in his head on getting to the food tables as soon as possible. It was the only place were they let him roam a bit without their invasive supervision stuck on his person.
It’s in this moment of vulnerability that she found him, as she always did.
« Why have you been ignoring my letters, Skull, if that is still your name ? Don’t you know how much I hate feeling like a pining school girl ? »
Skull will admit to his mind blanking for an instant.
The familiar french drawl of the woman’s voice bringing him out of his reverie, he could only stare down at the tip of her red heel stepping down on his own shoes. He brought his eyes up, stopping a bit at the sight of her chest, her shirt unbuttoned enough for her bra to peek out, before landing on her smirking face. It cannot be her if she was dressed modestly, after all.
« Imagine my surprise when I decide to look for my, as far as I remember, WORLD FAMOUS stuntman partner and find him missing. I felt so sad, I mourned you for five whole minutes, you know ? Before getting informed of some purple haired fool stumbling about in the Mafia. And guess what ?
- What ? Skull questioned stupidly, still falling for the instinctive want to fill in the silence she creates after asking a rhetorical question.
- It was my idiot. What the hell, Skull ?! I sent you letters every months and you ignored me :( »
Skull shudders as she somehow managed to vocalize a sad smiley face with her voice, holding unto the urge to sigh when her very sharp and very red nails grabs his shoulders to push him back down with a smirk.
« I didn’t get your letters. »
The Cloud felt wronged at getting so much flack for her own mistake. If she got nothing back after the first two letters, why did she not search for him in person ? He still leans on her hand when she goes up to grab his face, her black skin contrasting with his white makeup.
« Well, someone did get them, someone who got you to write back to me. Because I got answers back every time. Telling me that you refused my, what did that bullshit say again ? Ah yes, you refused my ‘job offer, Skull does not accept offers to bond with a sky. He’s already bonded’. How cute. »
Maristella, for that is the name of the crazy lady caressing the cloud’s thigh while pulling his head back as to expose his neck to her, grinned at him. Her palm rose up and down his legs, fingers inching closer and closer to his crotch before she changed her path to fiddle with his belt. Skull let himself be manhandled by her, only spreading his legs further.
« But I don’t think that ‘bonded’ part of theses copy pasted letters meant me. Tell me, chéri, who exactly do your soul belongs to ? »
A blush came up the stuntman cheeks as he whispered out a weak ‘you’ to her. He breathed out carefully, the action now manual as he forgot how to breath when he felt her right index pull the waistband of his boxer be pulled away from his heating body.
« Then, why do the stupid people in this room told me that you were part of the ‘arcobaleno’, a cosmic bond linking your soul to them because they are your Familia ? First you get in the Mafia without me, then you find yourself a little polycule. I thought the point of us having an open relationship, is that I’m still your main partner and we just tag-team other pretty people together. Keywords : main partner and together. »
The sound of the Cloud’s underwear snapping back against his skin is nearly drowned out by the deafened music inside the building. But Skull’s mind still latches unto it with a nearly desperate focus. Skull is going to ruin his suit and he’ll have to awkwardly explain to his senpais why exactly he decided to skip out on this stupid celebration. But god, he looked up into black eyes burning a hole in his head then down to the buttons of her shirt left for him to undo in the next hour before deciding that this is totally worth it.