Squalo was a little upset. Okay, bad word choice. The swordsman was pissed.
Xanxus, his stupid, spoiled, picky, childish, hard-to-please, bratty boss, had once
again wandered off without letting anyone know where the hell he was going.
And, quite honestly, it was getting on Squalo's nerves. The last Varia's Number 2
had seen of the boss was at breakfast when the stupid man had sent back four
fucking plates of food to the kitchen because he had changed his mind after each
was brought to him. And the fifth fucking dish that had been brought to him and
was eaten with just a bit of grumbling had been the same shit he had asked for in
the first place! Now he was gone without a trace and the rest of Varia was stuck
wondering what the fuck they were expected to do.
So the swordsman, never one that really cared for just sitting around and feeling
himself grow older with each wasted second of inactivity, had left their temporary
Namimori headquarters and gone in search of the idiot boss. He wasn't having
much luck so far. Xanxus could be pretty hard to find when he wanted to be.
"Goddamnit! Where the hell is that fucking stupid boss?!" Squalo finally snapped
and shouted. He was getting ready to just give up and got looking for someone
to pick a fight with. Stupid bosses aside, Squalo had been in a bad mood since
coming back to Namimori. The swordsman hated it here in Japan. Especially this
particular part of the country in particular. He loved Italia and just wanted to go
back. But no, for whatever stupid fucking reason, Varia had come back to
Namimori for the first time in the ten years since that stupid Ring Conflict.