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Thought and words or phrases spoken differently/emphasized are in italic.
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Prologue: dressed to kill
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Yuuri was parked from across a Victorian style coffee shop. He was glad to find a spot—as it was getting more and more cluttered, now—it may have been thanks to the early hours, he thought. The place was hustling and bustling with various sounds and activity. The vivid colors and splendor was hard to ignore. However, the black-haired male was a contrary to his surroundings with bags under his eyes telling how less sleep he has got last night. Exhausted, and wearing yesterday's attire: a black Henley t-shirt with black jeans and a black leather jacket. If his mother saw him now then he will never hear the end of it. She would go on and on about how important it is for growing boys to sleep and eat. His father would silently support her. And his brother will, of-fucking-course, join in on the discussion—to give his unsought-after-opinion—that his little Yu-chan is much too young to be involved in their business.
The double black's lips quirked in a crooked smile thinking about his family back in Berlin. They still saw him as their sweet, innocent and shy boy engrossed in the magical world of genies, witches, and mermaids, that ofukuro (or 'mamma' as she insists being called) would describe in her soulful-words before bed time every night, weaving her own (zany) twists in to it. Like: the dwarves in Snow-white were actually aliens looking for their hidden spaceship in the coal mines, or that Thumbelina designed the prototype Antman suit, or that Rapunzel isn't a blonde at all. He would eagerly listen—onyx eyes shining with joy—wishing to have his own fairy tale.
Things have changed drastically for Yuuri since his oyaji invited him to one of his first 'bring your son to work' day. It's a memory that haunts Yuuri to this day, entailing plenty of blood, gore and tears.
The Japanese took out his revolver from the small grey brief case. The weight of the solid metal didn't weight as heavy as it once did. Somewhere, deep down in his heart that naive boy still lives wanting to find an easier solution to things, a peaceful way. A happy ending.
He got out of the teal-blue Volkswagen beetle that he had rented. Outside, it was a pleasant afternoon. He was able to see a few college students and office workers enjoying their coffee with biscuits or pastry seated on the white-metallic chairs outside the grey building.
"Did you see him," asked the amused voice of his friend through the ear piece. The double-black could almost imagine Murata's ego inflate even further at being right; his glasses glinting in the light as he cocks his head at Yuuri with a sly smile. 'Great.' He muttered, apathetically.
Yuuri has been fatigued as of late and has decided to take some time off after this job is over. His days were monotonous: illegal deals, murder and violence. More baseball and a sizeable amount of physical training will be a welcoming change. That will take his mind off those spirited emeralds that remind him of bottom of the lake in hot summer afternoon. Clear and sharp. Sparkling.
'What the hell am I waxing poetic?' The Japanese youth shook his head. Yuuri has never been this impressed by someone in his young life, much less by someone so volatile but there was a first for everything he supposes. It's was not attraction. The blonde was handsome, nonetheless. But Yuuri admired the young man's courage and bluntness. People didn't treat him as equal once they find out who he really is, either in awe or fear of his power. But he hoped that would not happen with this stranger, and they become good friends.
Yuuri hummed in acknowledgement, eyes focused on a single person in the crowd—who was in his early twenties, light brown eyes and curly-dark hair, wearing a button up red shirt and indigo jeans—his assignment, the one he was sent to kill when his friend questioned "so, Yu-chan, whatcha wearing?" Yuuri frowned, too distracted to oppose the nickname.
"What the hell are you asking me that for, Murata?!" Yuuri spat. His good-old-eccentric-buddy enjoyed keeping him on his toes. A pause then he continued, mischievous smile curving on his lips, "are you flirting with me~?" He was always teased it was time Murata got a little taste of his own medicine. He grinned. Besides, his friend has been annoying him since he slipped the name 'angel' that he has come up with for the blonde.
Loud chuckling was heard and then "no, but I want you to look your best today," was his friend's mysterious reply followed by an eager: "Chao!"
"Hey! W-wait!" He huffed. Typical Murata and his cryptic talks, but he meant well. Moreover, Yuuri had decided to trust him, and he is not going to change that now. He was glad he was wearing black because it's his color, after all. The Japanese male chuckles while straightening his jacket.
oOoOo
The tension was thick in the air; a dark-ominous presence around them. Even Shino, their present capo, was as grim as Gwendal. The unexpected has happened.
Felix who was chosen by Shino himself to work undercover for them—who had successfully, in over a year, gained the trust of lead members like Shori Shibuiya and insight to core activities of Shibuiya group—was outed as one of theirs' and all the hard work and planning was for moot, since after this revelation he would most likely be killed. But Shino can't let that happen.
Shibuiya Shouma, founder of Shibuiya syndicate, was once a part of the Demon Klan, until he decided to build an empire of his own with help of a powerful politician and Businessman: Bob, and has now become a notable presence in the crime world. They have co-existed peacefully, but after Julia's death their relations bittered. Demons weren't against being watchful of their rival's motives.
Felix had knew Shibuiya cartel's dealers, hideouts, and other relevant confidential information which he has agreed to hand over to them, in person, in exchange of his life and well being. And although the blonde leader didn't appreciate how the man's request was worded more like a demand: like they owed it to him, Shino decided to give Felix a leeway as the offer on the table was tempting. The intel could help smoothen out the tensions with local groups and save a lot of legal charges.
Now, the problem was: who will go to Venice to bring Felix back from his hiding? Annisana was busy covering up all their interim transactions oversees. Conrart and Yozak have to stay at the ports and organize things there. Gwendal has to keep up with the paper work and legal proceedings. Wolfram wants to volunteer, he really does, but will they let him? A big NO. He will always be a child to them even if he is just eight year younger than Conrart. Humph.
Wolfram had been to Venice more than once. Annisana's, his sister-in-law, familial home is also there in Marghera. They have spent their last Christmas there. Venice is breathtaking; with its colorful festivals, beautiful architecture and trade mark water canals. It didn't inspire any romance in him as many would praise, but his mother did find a man that caught her interest. Although that happens a lot, Fanfan—as she loves to call him—has lasted well over a year. He deals in supplying arms, and was presently seated beside him. A bald and friendly old man.
"Wolfie darling, stop pouting like that, it is rude," his mother chided good-naturedly left arm hooked with Fanfan's right.
Wolfram huffed, arms folded across his chest.
Shino narrowed his eyes on the younger blonde making him swallow, "you have something to share with us?"
Wolfram shook his head, turning red in anger and embarrassment, but he wanted to yell: 'go to hell, you psychotic pile of shit.' He's frustrated. He was nineteen, for crying out loud. They should treat him-
Shino smiling at Wolfram raised red flags in his mind. "I know what will cheer you up! A trip to Venice," his blue-eyes squinting, all signs of humor gone, "You will bring Felix to us. Your first mission! What say, kiddo?" A blonde brow raised in question at the young man.
Gwendal's jaw was set, Conrart tensed, while his mother was going on about her baby boy growing up and there was something about spreading his small wings. Wolfram was a ball of nerves. The task was pretty straightforward. Like pick up and delivery. But a lot can go wrong. He can find Felix from the phone app (god bless these stalker friendly techs) and bring him back without alerting anyone. But what if Shibuiyas got to Felix before him? And kill him then Wolfram? He shook his head putting those thoughts at the back of his mind. He couldn't think like that. He won't fail. He can't fail. He has to earn his rightful place. He will be the next capo. Better than Shino ever could be.
Fierce green eyes locked with icy-blue as he said, "I will do it. I will bring him back, alive," glad to hear his voice was even as he said it even as his hands shook under the table. His brothers will have to (reluctantly) agree.
oOoOo
Murata had been right about Felix that he will hide in his old address. He probably thought they didn't know about it. Unfortunately, for him, Murata always kept thorough record of their men. It took a lot to locate the rat, now all he has to do is to squash it. But he can't be callous. He will wait till the man is alone; he doesn't want to attract any unwanted attention to himself if he can help it.
He was unnoticeable, one person among many. Standing in front of the coffee shop. The rich aroma of the roasted beans wafted in the air. He decided to have a cup here later and cursed when his stomach rumbled in protested. He regrets skipping breakfast now.
'What was Felix doing just sitting there?' The Japanese groaned stretching his limbs; patience has never been his forte. Especially when empty stomached.
Felix was now having his fourth cup, nervously looking around then going back to his phone conversing timidly.
'Who was he talking to,' Yuuri wondered, 'Probably, someone from Demon Klan who he was working for. The traitor!' He fumed. 'Maybe they are here. Demons,' Yuuri reckoned, giving a cautious look to his surroundings. Nothing. But he knew better than let his guard down.
There was a sudden change in the brown haired man's demeanor. 'Why was he so anxious all of a sudden?' Yuuri wondered. 'Did he saw me?'
Felix was leaving. This was Yuuri's cue, he straightened, forgoing his earlier thoughts in favor of pursuing the target from a distance so as to not alarm the man. But he has to act fast as Yuuri now firmly believes that Felix is up to something. The man was not as tensed as before, walking with purpose on the narrow path leading to a cluster of apartment buildings. And even if Yuuri's men were watching their every move, the double black can't take this lightly. Not anymore.
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Chapter end notes:
Caporegime / capo is a name for a captain in the mafia family. The family will consist of many captains but the boss who leads them is called capo.
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