Sorry for not updating but this is just to show that I'm not dead.
I don't own. If I did, Gamma would be Yuni's father.
The Giglio Nero's Heir
"Hahaha! Nice one, Nosaru!" Tazaru cackled out, ruffling the six-year-old's hair. The boy smirked at Gamma, who merely glared at the snickering pair.
"So you're saying that the only way that I can get my Nero Volpi back is if I climb into the Boss's room like this?" Gamma asked, resisting the urge to murder the young teen. They were currently playing a game of dare and punishment. Gamma's dare? Climb into his boss's room through a window shirtless or run around the next day singing "I'm happy and I know it" while dancing the Cha Cha Slide. In other words, he was completely and utterly fucked.
Nosaru smirked. "It's about time you grew a pair and finally told her what you feel. Hell, I'm six, but even I can see how much you want to make an heir to the Family with her."
At that, Gamma was fairly certain that he would tackle the smaller boy, wretch Nero Volpi out of the little brat's grips and make sure that crispy would be the only option for him.
Nigella smiled good-naturedly at his friend's demise. "It's alright Gamma; but you might want this," the cloud-user chuckled before digging under Tazaru's bed for something and tossing it to Gamma.
"…Kevlar?" Gamma questioned. "What would I need a bullet-proof vest for?"
"Rumor is that Boss sleeps with a gun under her pillow. It could just be rumor, but you can never be too sure…" Tazaru said sheepishly. Gamma tossed the Kevlar at Tazaru.
"I don't need it. Besides, you'll need it more than me for when you're getting chased around, dodging bullets."
"No you will need it." Nosaru insisted. "The inner pocket is also where Tazaru keeps his condom stash."
Gamma wanted very much to sink into the floor at that moment and beat the bitch called Irony into oblivion. "You're six, Nosaru. How, in the name of the Trinisette, do you know what the hell a condom—Tazaru, Nigella, you didn't…"
Nigella had the sense to look ashamed. "The kid walked in on me watching porn."
"And he tailed me to a brothel." Tazaru admitted sheepishly. Gamma whacked both men on the heads.
"And you two, respected Mafioso, didn't even notice a six-year-old watching?" Gamma howled out. "The boy has pink hair for shit's sake!"
"Anyway, don't try to change the topic, go. Now." Nosaru ordered. Gamma stood up.
"NO, GODDAMMIT!"
"Fine then." Nigella muttered, tossing the man over his shoulder and throwing him out the window.
"Nigella. This is the third floor."
"Oh. That's bad."
"Who cares? The only room with a window on the first floor is the Boss's anyhow."
"True."
"Shit."
"What is it Nosaru?"
"He forgot the Kevlar."
"…You think we'll be allowed to go to the funeral?"
Gamma cursed and he opened the window to his boss's room and walked into the darkness. Aria, sleeping with a gun, how absurd-
"Whoever enemy Mafia is there, hands up now!" Aria's voice sounded out, followed by the click of a gun's safety being released. Gamma froze and his hands rose.
The lights came on, revealing Aria, covering her body with a blanket and aiming a pistol at him. She sighed, seeing his state of undress. "Dare?"
"Kind of." Gamma muttered. "You're gonna kick me out for the night now, aren't you?"
"Yup."
"Can I please come in?"
"…Only if you help me with something. My bed is cold." Aria stated coyly.
When Gamma first met Uni, some part of him knew, deep, deep down that the girl was his child and he was her father. He was also aware however, that Aria was dead. And they couldn't be a family together.