(a/n) hello people! here's the second chapter of Guns and Mafia Sons! enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: I DONT OWN ANYTHING AND MY FISHIES DIED SO I REALLY DON'T OWN ANYTHING! and all flames will be used to keep me warm at night when my mother kicks me out of the house! ENJOY PEEPS :)

Watching Out For Each Other

"Lazy"

"Idiot"

"Stupid"

"Annoying"

"Bastard"

"Bitch"

"Dumb-ass"

"SHUT UP! I CAN'T TAKE YOU ANYWHERE BECAUSE OF THIS, ARU!"

"Sorry anko..." the two in the back said.

It was a Wednesday night, cool air flowing along as the full moon shown brightly above. Southern Russia wasn't Yao's favorite place but he needed to go here on business. As Yao drove down the empty street he thought to himself about everything that had happened. All he could remember was getting that phone call...

~flashback~

Yao fired five times at the target watching as five holes formed a large hole in the center.

"Mr. Wang, telephone" a servent said from behing him. Yao turned around and locked the safety onto his gun before putting it down. Taking the phone from the servant's hand he held it to his ear.

"This is Wang..."

"Ahh~ my favorite Mafia leader~ how are you?" a giggle all too familiar sounded from the other end.

"Ivan..." Yao spat and gritted his teeth.

The giggle came again. "So you do remember me, I thought that old brain of yours would have forgotten me by now~" Yao could feel the smile from the other end of the phone.

"How could I forget the bastard that kidnapped my son?"

"Oh, but that was so long ago Yao~"

"He was only five, aru!" Yao slammed his hand on the rack of guns by his side, knocking a few to the ground.

"Ah yes that is true, da? Well enough chitchat. Are you missing someone by chance Yao?"

The Chinese man froze. 'Missing someone?' Last time he had checked everyone was home today except...

"Where's Kiku..."

~End of Flashback~

Ivan had Kiku, Yao's little brother, and he was mad. In the backseat were Meimei and Imyoungso, next to him in the front seat was Yao's son Kaoru. He was going to take more people but told the others to stay home for this one. Yao checked the pistol by his side once more before turning a corner and driving a little faster.

"Will we get Uncle back Dad?" his son spoke from next to him.

Yao smiled softly at him, "We will Kaoru... We will." With that Yao sped up and drove into the direction he wanted. The direction to his enemy.

Berwald walked silently into the office, closing the door behind him. He cleared his throat to make himself known.

"Oh, hey Berwald!" His best friend exclaimed and jumped up from his seat to run over and hug the man. "It's good to see you today!"

"Sure Mathias..." he sighed. It wasn't like he didn't like his friend, he just couldn't handle him sometimes. He was loud, obnoxious, annoying, and very cheery.

"Come! Have a seat!" Mathis pulled the man to a chair in front of his desk and forced him to sit down before going around to his own chair. "So Berwald! What are you doing here today?" He asked with a large grin.

A sigh escaped Berwald, "I wanted to know how he's doing, since you took him in after the accident."

Mathias's face fell at the mention of 'him'. "He's... he's hanging in there. Not much I can do and the therapist told me he won't change."

"Shock..."

Mathias nodded and gazed over to a picture on his desk with five people in it. "I miss him..."

"We all do." Berwald replied.

"No Ber! I mean... I could have stopped the accident from happening!" Mathias's voice raised. The man then sighed and leaned back in his chair. "He would still be here..."

Berwald shock his head at his friend. He knew Mathias blamed himself for the accident. "We just need to keep his brothers calm for now."

His friend sighed once more. "Emil is a strong kid. I just wish there was more that I could do for him."

"Just stay by his side and comfort him."

There was a long silence and Berwald took that as a sign for him to leave. Getting up and walking to the door, he was stopped by a voice.

"Even Tino is taking it rough... Make sure you keep him calm. We don't need both brothers falling over the edge."

With that Berwald walked out of the office, knowing deep inside his decision was final. He didn't care if Tino said no, he would join the mafia to keep him safe.

After Berwald had left the room, Mathias took the picture into his hand. the picture of him and four other males. Smiling.

Mathias let a tear fall down his face at the site of his friend smiling. 'I'm so sorry Lukas...' he thought with a sad smile.

Gilbert sipped at his beer slowly, not all too excited to get drunk. The moon above his head was full that night and shinned brightly. As Gilbert thought to himself he found his thoughts going back to his father's visit. 'I can't shake the feeling that we might be in over our heads' he thought to himself.

Gilbert wasn't one that had interest in his father's work. He more or less didn't care at all. Strangely enough he had dealt with the mafia already. Though it was all in the past, Gilbert would occasionally look back at his experience with the mafia. 'I have to protect my family. Somehow.' His thoughts trailed off in different directions until someone came up next to him.

"I though you would be out here Gilbert." Ludwig said. He had changed into his night clothes over an hour ago. Gilbert, however, was still dressed.

"Hey bruder." Gilbert said softly. "Why are you still up?" he asked semi-curious.

Ludwig smiled, "I was helping Vash in the armory room."

"That kid and his guns, I swear." Gilbert chuckled, amused by his little brother and his love for guns. Vash learned at a young age how to shoot a gun. Now that he was grown up he was only sixteen and had one amazing shot. Though Vash has never killed someone, he was capable to if needed.

"You know... we have to think carefully about our plans now." Ludwig stated, making Gilbert's face drop.

"We can't protect everyone everyday. Even if being in the mafia helps others, we won't be protected. We won't be able to stop the bloodshed."

"And Lilly..."

"...and Lilly"

"You two better get to bed soon." A voice from behind them drew their attention away from the scenery outside and to the balcony doors where Roderich stood.

"Since when did you become the boss of me?" Gilbert smirked.

Roderich gave out a sigh and shook his head. "Come on you two, I just got Lilly to bed. One of you has to pull Vash away from the armory room." He then smirked at Gilbert.

Gilbert slumped forward and mumbled to himself things like 'stupid prick' and 'stupid brothers' which only made Ludwig and Roderich laugh. Ludwig placed a hand on Gilbert's shoulder leading him inside and waving good night to Roderich before disappearing down the hall. Roderich gave out a half sigh half laugh then turned his attention towards the sky and the full moon. 'I wish you were still here mother... We may need you now more than ever...' Roderich then turned on his heel and closed the door behind him, closing the curtains, and headed to bed.

"No! No please have mercy!"

"Sorry, but I don't think you deserve mercy..."

"Please! I beg you!"

"Did the girl you raped beg like you? Did she beg for you to stop?"

"Please!"

A gun shot was fired. A man in his late thirties fell to the floor, a bullet hole between his eyes. Blood splattered all across the brick wall.

"Burn in hell bastard." A lighter was flickered on and thrown onto the dead body.

Lovino Vargas, twenty-five, head of the Italian mafia, watched with glaring eyes as the body was engulfed by flames. Once the job was done he turned on his heal and walked back to his car, jumping into the front seat and tossing his hand held gun onto the seat next to him. He started the car and drove away from the alley he was just in, never taking a glance back as he drove away. Lovino drove up to an empty street along the coast where the sun was just starting to rise. He had been out all night doing his job. The job of a Mafia leader. Not that he cared if anyone saw him, because people feared him. Most would run and hide if they saw him and other mafia members drive down the street.

Lovino pulled up to a large two story house. He jumped out and grabbed his gun plus a duffle bag from the back seat then proceeded around the back of the house. The young Italian man slipped in through the back door as to not disturb anyone who was still asleep. He tossed the duffle back into a closet and set the gun on a counter as he walked down the hall and up a staircase. Making his way into a large bedroom with a king sized bed in the middle. Lovino walked up to the bed to see the occupant of it had not woken up. A tiny smile made it way to Lovino's face. He began changing out of his bloody clothes and into something for bed before sliding into the large bed. The occupant of the bed immediately snuggled in closer to him, laying his head on Lovino's chest.

"You were gone too long."

"Forgive me Feli, I had trouble with a gang on the west coast." Lovino replied and set a hand onto of Feliciano's head stroking it gently. "Sleep now little brother."

Feliciano didn't question anything and nodded returning to the peaceful dream he was having before his brother came home. Lovino kisses the top of his head then closed his own eyes for sleep to take him, dreams of his enemies being slaughtered and killed made him smile as he held his brother close, almost afraid to let go.

Far into the northern parts of Russia, a man stood looking out his window at the snow that cascated down onto the plaines of his home. The man gave a smile, wicked in features. The man was named Ivan Braginski, more over, the head of the Russian Mafia. The most ruthless mafia, who left no trace other that the bloodied and dismembered body of their victim. Ivan had seen war. Ivan had seen blood showers. Ivan had witnessed the very murder of his own parents. Ivan had seen insane. He was not insane. He was a work of art waiting to be admired in the future as the man no one could stop.

The Russian man stood proud while watching the view outside, hands behind back, feet spread shoulder width. He was a man who knew military skills, who knew the concept of machinery.

"Everything seems to be falling into place now." he smirked to himself. Ivan had planned out everything accordingly to finally take down his enemy, the Asian Mafia. He had catpure the leader's brother and wielded him down to on the brink of death. He couldn't lose, nor would he let Yao stop him. He laughed again, an almost evil laugh. 'Poor Yao, never will he see Kiku again. I'll make sure Yao knows the extent of who I am.' he thought to himself. He was a proud man. He already distroyed another mafia when he killed the heir to the mafia. Ivan wouldn't be stopped from distroying all the mafias so only his stands in the end.

"Brother?" a soft calm voice came from behind him. Ivan immediately dropped his wicked smile to a more kinder smile as he turned.

"What is it sister?" he asked. His older and younger sisters stood next to each other a few meters away from Ivan.

Katyusha, the oldest, spoke to him once more, "Dinner is ready brother." She smiled softly at him.

Ivan nodded and waved for them to leave which they did a moment later. He returned his gaze out to the view outside his window. The Russian man loved his sisters dearly. He would do anything for them. They were his only family, his only true friends. Ivan sighed softly then heard someone run up behind him.

"Mr. Braginski!"

"What is it Toris?" Ivan did not turn around this time and kept a stern look on his face this time.

"The prisoner sir! He's gone!" Toris all but screamed out in fright.

Ivan spun around at this giving Toris an angered stare. "What do you mean? He couldn't just get up and leave!" he raised his voice, but not too much to alert his sisters.

"He's gone sir! We can't find a single trace of him!" Toris responded, shaking slightly at the anger from his boss.

Ivan turned his eyes away from Toris, thinking.

"But we did find something on the floor sir." Toris spoke after a long silence filled the room.

"Which would be?" he turned his eyes back to Toris making the man shake again.

"We-we found this sir..." Toris held out a small piece of paper and walked a few feet forward to Ivan. Ivan raised a brow then took the piece of paper and held it in his hand looking at the message on it. 'Secrets should remain hidden' it read.

Ivan squeezed his hand around the piece a paper and dismissed Toris, turning back to the window.

'It seems the Secret Mafia is making themselves known...' he thought. 'I may need a new plan...' Ivan watched out the window as the snow continued falling everywhere. Unbeknownst to him, two loan figures made a break for it, disappearing into the far forest.

"You idiot, stop fucking eating for once in your life."

"I'm..I'm sorry you had to-"

"Shut up stupid."

"..."

"...Hey..."

"Yeah?"

"Be fucking lucky you didn't die."

"I should be lucky to have friends like you..."

"Save the shit for when the others get here."

"How have you been?"

"...what kind of question is that?!"

"Hehehe... you never change eh?"

"..."

"..."

"Do you think this war will end soon?"

"..."

"Hey I asked you a que-"

"I don't know..."

"...oh."

"I know though... that we have allies... so maybe we have a chance."

"We have no fucking chance..."

"I know... at least until we know what's going to happen."

"...Lets get you inside, I don't need you bleeding to death."

"Thank you... You sacrificed so much...to protect so many..."

"It's my job."

"...no."

"?"

"It's our job now."

"...yeah...it is."

(a/n) well there you have it! I know mystery scenes make people mad but it will all tie together in the end! thanks for reading and please review!

Ciao for now!