A/N: This is a collaborative story by Rhemi and crazeh_neko74. At first, it was kind of a drabble we made on Facebook, and then Rhemi uploaded it on her account, but then decided to hand it over to me, so… yeah. Please R&R, and give criticism but not flames. That's not going to help. At all. If you notice any mistakes (ex: Something that does not match the actual plotline in KHR), leave it in the reviews or PM me, please.
The real story will start after this chapter. I repeat, the real story will start after this chapter.
According to an unnamed, random symbolic language, 'Vindetor' means 'bargainers'. Because of this, the Vindetor Famiglia's emblem is a golden scale with the seven Dying Will Flames of the Sky in them: Lightning, Mist, and Sun in one side of the scale; Cloud, Rain, and Storm in the other, and the Sky Flame between them, keeping the balance.
In the back of the scale are guns and bullets, symbolizing Mafia, and a vine which ties them all together representing Famiglia.
The Vindetor Primo was a very skilled gambler and bargainer, ever since he was first introduced to card games and haggling and the like. His close friends even called him a 'cheapskate', but that was not entirely true. While he did get the best prices on things he bought, he gave some of the things he didn't want to his friends or poor people he met on his way.
One day, he was provoked to a match with the local 'King of Gambling'. Keeping a good poker face, he had beaten the much-older man easily. However, the man named Leifar insisted it was a 'fluke', and demanded a rematch. Again, Primo beat him. And again, and again, and again, until the people who were watching finally mocked him for losing to a child, and insisted that the man should stop.
Enraged, the adult lunged at the Primo's throat, but the onlookers pried him away and led him to prison for child assault. In actuality, they were mocking him further for losing to a mere child. Soon, he had become the laughing stock of the whole town. Behind bars, the man bitterly swore revenge on Primo, who had done nothing but beat him at a game of cards.
Primo however, swore never to gamble again, and lived without ever going to a casino. Later in Japan, at the age of 15, he discovered the Dying Will Flame. Afraid that other people would be misguided to use this power for evil, he formed a group with his friends and soon-to-be friends, and called it the Vindetor Family.
The Vindetor Primo had many connections in the black market. One of them provided him and his Family with Box Weapons. Using the Flames and Box Weapons to their advantage, they rose in the ranks of Mafia society.