MCD: Realized I still have Romano/Kag to do... oops!...?
Lovino "South Italia" Vargas stopped twirling his shining chrome gun around his finger and cocked it with one smooth motion. Staring pointedly at the intruder, his expression remained stoic.
"And why werea you spying ona me and my brother?" he drawled and the man, one Alfred F. Jones, glared at the Italian Don. Afred was on his knees, his hands tied behind his back and in desperate need of backup.
"Because," the patriotic FBI spat, "You and your brother just happen to be persons of interest." he said smugly and Lovino snarled.
"Wrong answer." he growled. Pointing the gun directly at Jones' head, he asked one more time, though in venomous tone.
"You," Alfred snarled, "are one of the FBI's most wanted mob criminals. You're really the only one left to take over the Italia Mafiosa in America, since your grandfather is a drunkard and your little brother is pathetic!" Alfred shouted. Lovino glared at the offending officer. With an eye roll, Lovino barked an order to one of his trusted men, a Spaniard named Antonio.
"'Tonio! Take him outside and get rid of him. I don't want to stain the floor before my meeting this week." he ordered and the Spaniard gave a cocky grin.
"Sure thing, Lovi-!"
"Wait!" Alfred interrupted, suspicion rising. "What meeting are you talking about? From your agenda that I pulled up on your laptop, there's nothing going on..." the blonde blurted. Well, if he was going to die anyway, he might as well say what he wanted to. Lovino sighed impatiently.
"Well, since you're not gonna be able to tell anyone anyway, I'ma holding a meeting ina few days." the Don smiled sickeningly and stood up from his chair at the long business table and strolled over to the prisoner.
"I'ma meeting with the Yakuza lord to.. discuss some things." Lovino chuckled and Alfred gaped.
"Y-you mean the Yakuza lord Naraku? But, it's impossible-" Lovino suddenly kicked Alfred in the face, causing the officer to slam into the far wall.
"Don'ta doubt me you pathetic fool of an FBI agent!" Lovino suddenly shouted, his temper reaching its high.
"Justa because you thinka it's impossible doesn't mean ita really is, you're so awful ata your job that you got caught by even my lowliest goon! In short, your methods are somewhat honorable but you lack the agility, stamina and stealth for a mission so dangerous as this!" the Italian Don ranted and raved. With a few shuddering breaths, Lovino glared at the nearly unconscious officer in the corner and then at his old friend.
"'Tonio! NOW! Get RID of this disgrace!" the hot-headed Don demanded and Antonio grinned.
"Sure thing, Lovi~!" the man sing-songed and dragged the man out the door, the blood from the wound on Alfred's head trailing along the floor.
"Seychelles! Come clean this up." Lovino ordered and in an instant a young woman in a blue dress came and wiped the mess off the hardwood floor. Lovino heard a quiet bang and a thump outside and frowned.
That damned officer! So what if he was true about his family? His father had been killed doing business and left only Lovino and his brother Feliciano to fight it out. Their grandfather, "Rome" Vargas, was the old Don, but had retired and was now living off the brothers. Lovino scoffed. The crazy old manwhore of a drunkard... And not to mention his brother was a sorry excuse for a mob son. But their old man loved the kid too much to kill him. Besides, if Lovino ever died, the Italia Mafiosa needed a replacement.
Lovino sighed as Antonio practically skipped into the room, grinning and blood splattered on his face.
"I'm done, Lovi~!" the childish man said and made to hug his friend, but was stopped by a fist to the face.
"You turtle fool, you're getting blood on the carpet." the elder Vargas twin complained and Carriedo pouted. Lovino snorted in false disgust.
"Go take a shower. Then prepara a meal for a my brother and I."
"Pasta with fresh tomato sauce?" the Spanish goon perked up. Lovino felt his eye twitch.
"Duh."
Kagome Higurashi Honda didn't know what was worse, the fact that she was the Yakuza lord Naraku Honda's illegitimate child or the fact that she was being sent to America with said person.
Turning to the man with the short black hair and dull brown eyes, she wondered how she got herself into this mess. She was a good person. She prayed for her father's resting soul- or at least her step father's resting soul, if this was real- every night before bed. She did her chores and ate her vegetables. She made friends with everyone in school and a lot of the people that visited the shrine, even the ever-grumpy-sometimes-blushing Inuyasha from the kendo club. She didn't pick fights with people, she didn't spread rumors and she did her homework, no matter how much of a pain it was. Nothing had ever hinted that she was some sort of devil spawn of a woman that had been raped and a man who enjoyed it. And she used that term devil spawn loosely around the monster that was Naraku, but he only ever grinned. She had never expected-or wanted- to be kidnapped off the streets on her way to school.
Seething with anger, she glared at the quiet boy sitting across from her in the private jet. He, Kiku Honda, was supposedly her half brother and Naraku's heir. She wondered how someone that was supposed to be so vicious could be so...quiet. Seriously, he was silent the whole flight and it was extremely eery. Kagome sighed, she might as well find out a little more about her awaiting doom, right?
"Oi, Honda. Do you know why Naraku kidnapped me and is bringing me to the US? Like, the exact reason?" she questioned the quiet boy. No way was she calling him big brother. And no way in hell was she calling Naraku "daddy." Kiku looked surprised and a little nervous.
"U-uhm, well, Kagome-san, since you are technically of the Yakuza bloodline, Naraku chose you to complete a task for him." the young heir informed evasively. Kagome's eyes narrowed.
"What kind of task?" she pressed and Kiku looked away, beads of sweat forming on his head.
"W-well... Since father Naraku wants to form an alliance with the American-Italian Mafia, he..." Kiku mumbled something and Kagome frowned and leaned forward.
"What?" Kiku gulped. Shit.
"Father Naraku... needed someone to... marry the Don of the Mafia as a trade for some standing in America." Kiku said quickly and Kagome stared at him for a moment. Then she exploded.
"WHAT?"
It was Thursday, the day of the meeting, and Lovino straightened his blue silk tie and flattened the wrinkles in his black-and-white pinstriped suit. With the name "Romano S. Italy", he made sure his temporary replacement butler (the last one, a weak Lithuanian, had to be disposed of) knew that his brother, "Veneciano N. Italy" and a group of friends were going to be coming in a little while. The man, Arthur Kirkland, nodded and questioned him if he wanted any refreshments or the like.
After a few minutes, Lovino went up to his room to the bathroom and locked the door. He let his frowning facade drop and a tired look replaced it.
"Mio dio...married? Me?" he questioned himself in the mirror, but unfortunately, the copy did not give him an answer. Lovino frowned once more, his nose crinkling in disgust. "Witha my luck, it'll be some old, wrinkled broad..." he muttered and sighed as he heard his younger brother's annoying chatter come up the hall.
"Brother! The guests have arrived~!" Feliciano practically sang and Lovino scowled. He left his room, and, after scolding Feliciano for trivial things, he followed his brother down to the conference room.
"So, this is where the negotiating will take place...?" a deep, chilling voice drawled and Lovino shuddered. With one last deep breath, he stepped into the room.
Inside, some of the Italia Mafiosa's most trusted guards were standing by the windows after having escorted their clientele to the room safely. Antonio stood in between Gilbert Beilschmidt and Francis Bonnefoy, all in matching black suits, blocking the windows. The three were notorious for their deadly teamwork. Feliciano started talking to the Yakuza lord (even thought the intimidating man wasn't paying attention). Ivan and Natalia Braginski were both stationed by the door, obviously equipped with either a rusty pipe or knives. In the center of the room was the demon-looking lord himself. Naraku Onigumo Honda was looking around the room with red eyes, obviously scanning for and hidden devices or traps. His son Kiku stood next to him, silent. Naraku's woman, Kagura, stood behind them, next to their own guard, a scarred fellow called Moryomaru. Lovino's eyes narrowed. Where was the woman for the peace negotiation? Surely he wouldn't have to marry that wench of Naraku's…
Lovino cleared his throat and instantly everyone's gazes landed on him. Feliciano stopped babbling for once and strolled over to his brother, clasping him on the shoulder in greeting.
"They have two snipers, Hakudoshi and Kanna, and two more guards, Hiten and Manten waiting outside with Ludwig and Vash in case anything goes wrong during the tradeoff." he whispered into his elder brother's ear, his tone deadly serious. Lovino nodded ever so slightly and turned to greet the foreigners.
"Welcome to the States, my friends!" Lovino exclaimed in as friendly a way as he could muster and spread his arms wide in welcome. "I hopa that there will be no need for bloodshed today." he added. Naraku nodded.
"Then let's cut to the chase, shall we?" Naraku said in a bored fashion. Lovino fought the urge to scowl and nodded.
"Alright. I'm only saying this once, so pay attention, young man." Naraku smirked and threw a huge wad of American currency on the floor in front of Lovino, who didn't even flinch. "The Yakuza wants American territory, so we're calling a truce with the Mafia for now. If we need help, you'll help us. If you need help, we'll help you. Two hundred grand up front. We don't expect you to pay it back. That's for the land and to make peace with you guys." Naraku said and crossed his arms over his chest.
"However," Naraku continued, "to make all this shit official, I offer my daughter's hand as a true peace offering." Naraku said, obviously not caring that he was practically selling his own flesh and blood off to a complete stranger that was dangerous as hell. It made Lovino sick to even look at the man.
"We'll see," Lovino gritted out, "let's see your offering first before we go make things all official." Naraku's smirk widened.
"A wise guy, eh?" he muttered and motioned to Moryomaru. The tall man nodded and lumbered out the door, having to duck his head through the frame. A few minutes later, he reappeared, a short woman stumbling in behind him, being gripped by the arm. At first, Lovino was completely disinterested and was about to refuse Naraku's offer, but then…
She looked at him. Lovino's heart skipped a beat, his jaw dropped, and his face lit up.
The woman had a head full of shining raven hair that glinted this way and that with every move. Her hair framed her cherubic, heart-shaped face and deep, fiery sapphire eyes, lined with thick black lashes. Her skin was slightly pale but seemed to radiate even in the dim light of the office. She was rather short, coming in at only about 5'2, and her body wasn't exactly Miss America material, but the young Don was completely entranced.
Francis, seeing the connection from behind, smirked and whispered to Antonio, who pouted and passed it onto Gilbert, who snickered.
"Lovi's in love!"
Naraku, sensing the obvious connection, flashed a quick grin and moved towards his illegitimate child.
"Of course, if you are uninterested in her, I could always-"
"No." Lovino cut him off, seemingly recovered from his moment of shock. "She's perfect." The lovestruck mobster meant this in earnest, but the poor captive Kagome was less than convinced. As far as she knew, she was just bait.
With an angry yelp, Kagome tore herself away from Moryomaru and leaped towards Lovino. A loud clap resounded through the room and Lovino's head snapped to the side. He blinked, honestly trying to comprehend what had just happened. She… she slapped me?
Everyone who had a weapon in the room - so basically everyone- had it drawn at Kagome, but waited for the young Don's approval.
"Sir, this woman must be killed, da?" Ivan asked in a sickeningly sweet voice from near the door. Nobody moved except for Kagome, who was panting lightly in rage.
Lovino recovered at the statement and slowly turned his head towards Ivan, who touched the trigger all too happily.
"No," Lovino muttered and smiled slowly, a rueful thing that made the hair stand up on every one of their necks. "I like her spunk. She's beautiful, too. Naraku." Lovino grabbed Kagome's wrist and grinned at the surprised Yakuza lord. "We've got a deal. Now GET OUT!" he roared and Kagome flinched, weakly tugging her wrist, but in vain.
Francis, Gilbert, Antonio, Natalia, Ivan, and the alarmed Vash and Ludwig escorted the enraged Naraku and his surprised crew –minus Kagome- out of the room.
"Now," Lovino purred in a saucy voice, "show me that fiery temper of yours again." He grinned and Kagome paled, dreading her life ahead.
MCD: Keheheheh, I love this theme SOOO MUCH! I sorta want to continue this, but I already have other stories...MEH