Notes – Done for 15pairings. Set a few months prior to Turnabout Corner and contains major spoilers for that case.
Wocky Kitaki was bad news.
Anyone who lived in the area close to the Kitaki residence while he was growing up could tell you that. It wasn't that he was particularly dangerous, but he'd been born into a gangster family with the need to prove himself. He had the potential to be dangerous someday.
And for that reason sensible people avoided him. Not that Wocky could understand that himself, he thought they were all just wusses, but because of it when he did find someone who was actually willing to give him the time of day he was quite surprised. Though he couldn't let the rest of the world know that – as far as anyone needed to know there had never been a doubt in his mind that his sweet little Alita was in love with him.
What a perfect woman Alita was!
She was kind and polite, not to mention frail enough to need Wocky's protection. She would make a wonderful wife sometime soon. The "soon" part was a certainty, because almost immediately after they'd met she'd asked to get engaged with him, and she wanted the wedding to happen now if she could help it. The thought of this thrilled Wocky, she must love him a lot! Sadly, for some reason he couldn't get his parents to feel the same way about the situation…
Pity for him that his parents might have had a better grasp on Alita's nature than he did, even if they didn't fully know what was going on. It was also a pity that he didn't know about the bullet lodged next to his heart – a bullet that would kill him in about six months. And how could he have known that Alita knew all about it? Or that she was planning on marrying him before that happened solely because she wanted in on the great Kitaki family's money?
He would never suspect anything of his sweet Alita.
Thought for Alita this was all an act.
She had no feelings for Wocky, she was just tolerating him to pass the time. And honestly, she'd been amazed that he was so easy to dupe. The last thing to do was push the marriage forward then everything would be going her way.
The main problem she had was tolerating Wocky during those six months before he met his untimely demise. He was such an irritable young boy, so clingy and devoted, like a puppy who had found someone to play with it after years of being told to get off the furniture.
Some days she even asked herself if the money and power was worth all this bother.
On one of those days she was awoken by the sound of his voice. The brat had got it into his head that he was going to serenade her – his voice was bad enough but that ridiculous slang he insisted on using grated on her nerves. It appeared that he had written the song himself too. He was attempting to rhyme. Oh joy.
Upon finishing his cat's chorus Wocky approached where she was resting, giving her a bouquet of flowers and assuring her yet again that she was the only girl for him. Then he dashed off to go get her breakfast, which she hoped someone who wasn't him had actually cooked.
He wouldn't have been such a bad kid, Alita mused, observing the assortment of flowers. If only someone had given him the time of day before now then he might have been able to shower his affections on some girl who actually gave a damn. Pity for him that he'd got her, and that he was going to die.
Tugging absentmindedly at one of the petals, she heard him carrying a tray towards her room and considered to herself, he might be a nuisance but there were certainly worse ways she could spend the next few months.
Alita pulled two petals from the flower and let them fall to the floor.
'She loves me not'.