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Bel is going to Xanxus to get permission to marry you. One problem: you happen to be Xanxus's little sister.

Glass a la Gratis

An interesting thing about the independent Vongola assassination squad formally known as Varia was that, even though they had worked together for almost fifteen years, it was hard to predict the moods of their boss. In honesty, Xanxus could have been affected with bipolarity for his frequent and random changes from always angry to screaming with rage. He had a temperament of his own, that guy. A mostly furious temperament that none could decipher on top of that.

Belphegor, at 22 and still working under Xanxus (hey, the salary was decent and the work was thrilling), knew that today he would be the target of Xanxus's rage. He knew this because Bel had to ask something of Xanxus. The latter wasn't going to hear Bel out without a fight. In all likeliness, he would hear Bel out and then start throwing all and any wine glasses at the younger Varia member.

Belphegor sighed as he thought of the glass he'd have to be picking out of his luscious blond locks for the next few days.

But it was going to be worth it in the end. And if Xanxus didn't give permission, well then, screw him. Belphegor was resolved to get what he wanted and not even Xanxus was going to stop him from it. All he was going to do was let the boss know. Bel couldn't care less about Xanxus's approval.

Yeah, right.

When it came time to open the heavy door to Xanxus's study, Belphegor was suddenly rethinking all those courageous thoughts. Not care about the boss's permission? Just going to drop by and say, "Hey, boss, I'm gonna marry your sister, mm'kay?"

Like hell.

Yet Bel had that much courage to open the door before him. When he was inside the ornate room, Xanxus was sitting at his desk, reviewing some sort of file or something. The scarred man heard the door open only to find one of his subordinates again. A scowl, as usual, was the only response.

"What do you want, scum?" His thick and scratchy voice hadn't changed over the years. His hair was still dangerously close to poking him in the eyes. Overall, Xanxus was the man he'd always been.

"Hello, boss," greeted the younger man in a voice that he hoped would get Xanxus to be kinder to him today.

"What're you here for? Spit it out," was the very unkind response. How was Bel supposed to know if the boss was teeming with anger or his normal mad self when all Xanxus did was say the normal Xanxus stuff?

"Ehem. I was wondering if you had a moment to talk."

Bel got a glare.

"It's important this time; I swear I'm not going to ask you to hire someone to polish my crown."

The boss replied, "It better be."

Belphegor laughed nervously. Instead of his usual shi-shi-shis, this nervous laughter was more of a heh-heh-heh. Xanxus could immediately tell that what his subordinate was going to say would not be pleasing in the least. He was lining up the empty wine glasses near him.

Bel let himself take a seat in front of the boss's desk which earned him a raised brow from the man across him. How could Belphegor phrase the delicate question? He just couldn't go right out and say it. This was Xanxus they were talking about here.

"Boss, I want to marry your sister."

There was silence.

And more silence that echoed through the large room.

"What...did...you...say...?" It was like he hadn't understood the young man across him. There was a confusion written across his face mingling with a bit of surprise -- both which were unlike the ever sure and ever knowing boss. For Xanxus, the very idea of anyone mentioning his sister set him on edge. If there was anyone who could love [Y/N], it would be Xanxus and no one else.

Belphegor was inching away from the boss, whose scars were growing darker as the rage started to show itself. "Um...what I meant to say was..." He laughed nervously again.

Heh heh heh.

"TRASH!" Xanxus shouted, his eyes dilating. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"

"Whoa, whoa, boss, calm down! I didn't really say anything, heh heh heh."

The wine glasses were ready for launch.

Whoosh! One went flying. Bel ducked reflexively and waited for the next attack.

"YOU SAID SOMETHING, YOU SCUM!"

They were flying now.

"I asked about..." Belphegor couldn't even finish before Xanxus cut him off.

"WHAT ABOUT MY SISTER?" Xanxus's rage was overboard.

"Er, well, I was going to ask if you -- "

Suddenly, the door to Xanxus's study swung open with quite some force. The two men whipped their heads to see you. You had a pretty good idea of what was going down right now so a smile escaped from you. Looking at the scene was enough to let you know that the conversation between your brother and your fiance wasn't going all too well. Sighing, you admitted to yourself that Bel could sometimes be so cowardly. After all, it was only Xanxus, who wouldn't hurt a fly.

Okay, that may have been stretching it a little.

"Oni-chan!" You said cheerfully. "Did I mention that Belphegor and I are engaged?" You flashed him your ring and Xanxus gave you a twisted smile, the closest he could get to showing happiness anyway.

"Is that right?" He said. Nodding and grinning, you said to the both of them to join the rest of the group at dinner. You left the room with that and Belphegor was following not too far behind.

Before Belphegor had stepped outside the door, Xanxus calmly called to him, "I'll kill you for this later, trash."