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"Roderich! Eliziveta!"
Gilbert snarled, venom brightening in his crimson eyes. The woman, Eliziveta, jumped back and made to grab for the frying pan resting on the piano leg, but Roderich stopped her.
"No! Eliziveta, don't. It's no use." Roderich stated simply, but beneath the calm exterior he was boiling in rage. He knew he had it coming, though. Lovino smirked and rested his hand against his hip casually.
"You haven't paid your dues for almost two months, Edelstein." The don clucked his tongue disapprovingly. "I was lenient ina giving you a month ata most. Now…" he chuckled darkly, then gracefully twirled his .45 caliber out of its holster hidden beneath his jacket. "It'sa time to pay." his expression darkened seriously. Roderich scowled.
"I don't give money to scumbags." he uttered venomously and crossed his arms over his chest, unwavering. Eliziveta's eyes were wide and her pupils dilated in fear as she glanced between her ex husband and the four blocking the exit.
"Roderich," she whispered, moving forward cautiously to place a hand on his shoulder. "Roderich, what are you doing-?"
"Roddy, Roddy!" a voice mocked from behind Lovino, making her stare at the source.
"...Beilschmidt..." she murmured, her brows furrowing with her frown. "What are you doing here, Gil?" she snorted, masking her fright with teasing. The Prussian man's grip tightened on his gun.
"Well, after I was laid off from my job and then kicked out of my house after someone said they were tired of me, my brother's boyfriend offered me a job, now I work for his brother. And, well, I gotta do my job, right?" he chuckled at the irony and pulled his personal favorite -a .38 caliber revolver with the words Letzte Preußische etched in graceful, swirling letters on the right side- out of his shoulder holster and aimed it at his former employers. Eliziveta froze in fear but Roderich stood firm, not even blinking.
"So now..." Gilbert said shakily, his voice starting to break as he stared at the two of them, "I've come to repay the debt!" he laughed, tears starting to prickle his crimson eyes.
"Gilbert," Lovino growled in warning. He wasn't done with the Austrian just yet. Gilbert glanced between his current boss and his old one, the only movement his shaking hands.
"Now that there ara no interruptions-" a glare towards the Prussian, "-I'ma giving you a choice, Roderich." Lovino stated calmly, taking a few steps toward the couple. "You can either produce the money soon- anda I mean very soon- or, well..." Lovino jabbed his head behind him towards the trio in general.
Roderich suddenly smirked and lifted a hand to adjust his glasses. The light from the windows behind him and his ex made his form darken, but somehow managed to glint off of his glasses ominously.
"I have a better idea." he said with a wicked grin and swiftly kicked open the piano bench and grabbed something out of it. In a flash of silver, Roderich was suddenly holding a small handgun, one that none of the four recognized -which was always a bad sign, and had aimed it dead center of Lovino's chest, the place where his heart now thumped loudly in his chest. Eliziveta gasped and jumped backwards, tripping on the piano leg and landing on her backside.
Soundlessly, Francis and Antonio had taken out and raised their guns, a Colt New Service and a Remington Mark III Flare Pistol (which Antonio had somehow managed to keep concealed until then)- and had them aimed directly at Roderich, their positions guaranteeing that the Austrian would die, one way or another. Francis frowned. Although their positions were strategic- Gilbert off to the right side, closest to the targets who were in the center of the room, Francis on the right behind Lovino, but closest to the door, and Antonio a ways left of him, there was still the matter of Lovino being closest to Roderich, and in the perfect line of sight. This was not going as planned at all.
Everything was stock-still, dead silent; filled with tensions higher than the one's in Roderich's piano. Lovino silently gulped down the rising feeling of panic.
He hated these moments. These were the moments when he could physically feel the panic and intensity of the situation slowly rising in his body, making heat travel through his veins and pure terror and curiosity shoot through his mind. Was he going to live? Was he going to die? Will any of them make it out alive, or was this just one big, huge mistake that would cost him the life of his friends and family? It was these determining moments that made him hate his life for the inability to change the future, but then take a moment to relish in the past. Rather a poetic thought for an acclaimed heartless murderer that countless wanted dead, including the man in front of him, was it not?
The deadly air was snapped when Eliziveta started sobbing, the tears trickling down hr cheeks, her body racking from the force.
Still, no one moved except for the poor woman.
Roderich's expressionless face morphed into a twisted grin. The light still glinted off of his glasses, but with the slight movement, one of his violet-grey eyes was revealed. And in that seemingly century-long-second, Lovino knew that he was incredibly stupid for hoping that this would end without violence, even though he'd made it quite clear that he would not be like other dons, wasting their time, money, and ammo on multiple unfortunate men. For in that eye was the record of a deranged man that was being torn apart by a failed and unrequited love and a lifetime of pain, one that he could only assume was caused, in part, by the three men he had with him today.
Roderich pulled the trigger.
Kagome smiled up at Arthur as he poured some tea into an elegant teacup in front of her.
"Arigatou," she thanked him and he nodded with a smile. Cautiously, she blew on it to cool it down and then took a slow sip. Her eyes widened.
"Wow, I never knew American tea could be so tasty! I've only ever had Japanese style tea." she said in delight, picking up a long, thin spoon and stirring some sugar into the tea. Arthur beamed, an accomplished smile brightening his face.
"I can see you've got a right good head on your shoulders. It's not even American tea, love! It's imported straight from Britain, from the finest manufacturer." he said with smug pride for his homeland. Kagome's mouth formed an "o" in awe.
"It's so very wonderful! I will definitely remember this brand." she grinned brightly and stood up, tea cup still in her left hand. "Thank you so much, Arthur." she said and held out her hand. Arthur flushed and smiled shyly, shaking her hand.
"It was no problem, love." he smiled and whipped his hair to the side, moving the messy blonde bangs from his face, revealing his impressive eyebrows.
The front door to the kitchen slammed open, the door handles leaving marks in the door and the two both looked at the same time.
The tea cup crashed to the floor.
Kagome's hand slipped through Arthur's as she ran towards Francis and Antonio, who were dragging a near unconscious, groaning, shaking, Lovino. A tiny spot of crimson stained the wrinkled white shirt of the young don, but other than that, there was no sign of injury.
"What's happened!?" Kagome asked, eyes widening. Francis grunted and swiped all of the tea set and cloth off of the wooden table, then laid Lovino down on it with Antonio's help. He then turned to Kagome.
"Ah, Kagome," he said uneasily, his bright blue eyes now dulled in worry. "Nothing 'as happened, just work as usual." he said and gently grabbed Kagome by the shoulders. He spun her around, facing the doors, and turned to look at Arthur, who seemed to stiffen.
"Anglais, go to the bathroom and get some medical supplies. Vite!" he snapped and Arthur yelped, then ran out the door. Francis jammed his foot in the door way and pushed Kagome out.
"Excusez-moi, Madame Kagome, but I don't think you want to see this." he quickly apologized, flashing her a sorrowful look, then slammed the doors in her face before she could react. Kagome growled and pounded on the door, eyes flashing.
"Let me in! I can help!" she shouted, but she was ignored. She wiggled the door knob, only to realize it was locked. With a last glare at the door and a defeated sigh, she backed against the door and slid down. Whatever happened, she would be first to know.
Kagome stared at the ground, pulling her legs up in front of her and resting arms on them, and her chin on her arms. She stared dully at the floor. She shouldn't care. He was her captor, she was the prisoner. She was supposed to be banging on the doors and windows, trying to find a way out, screaming and crying. But that seemed immature, didn't it? She didn't really have any hope of getting home, except for the offer that Lovino had made just a few hours before, but now... Kagome sighed through her nose and shifted, her arms now covering her mouth. For some reason, her fiery temper escaped her...and all she could worry about was Lovino.
She knew it was stupid. Hell, she'd been kidnapped and had only been here for about two days. But despite that, she'd seen the kinder side of a mobster-she must be going crazy! And these people, those around him- they weren't just expendable tools. They were his friends and family. He actually caredfor the people. That was obviously something she had not expected. And his offer, to bring her home on his condition- she was dead positive that she would've never gotten that from any other bad guy. She would've been raped and dead by now. If it were any other man.
So, she thought, she'd give it a try. She knew it was crazy, stupid, and all-out insaneto trust a dangerous stranger that wanted her hand in marriage. But, she could tell she probably wouldn't be going home any time soon- that much was sure of- and she wasn't even allowed to leave the premises. But, if there was some sort of kindness in her captor, then she was be willing to find it.
Her train of thought was interrupted by the sight of two pairs of black boots stopped in front of her. She looked up and blinked. It was one of Lovino's friends, the albino one. She flinched a little when she recognized the red substance, the crimson stain of blood, on his shirt and some splattered on his face. He stared at her for a second, eyes not containing any readable emotion, when he sorta just smirked and leaned down, holding out a hand for her. She didn't hesitate to grab it and he pulled her up.
"...Are you guys going to be alright?" she asked quietly. Gilbert's smirk died down a bit, but he nodded. He knew what she meant.
"Ja. Lovi's just had a rough day. Not a real gun, thank Gott, but it was still poison. A sort of tiny needle thingy." he held up a gloved hand and showed how small the needle-ammo was with his forefinger and thumb. She nodded and scanned him quickly, looking for a wound. Gilbert chuckled. "Don't worry, Madame Kagome. Not my blood."
Her green eyes widened as she heard a click through her sobbing. Blood spattered on her dress and the bright green faded, glossing over. He leaned over her body, down to her ear, even though he knew she wouldn't hear it. She'd never known, now she never will.
"Ich liebe dich, Lizzie."
Kagome tilted her head, trying to figure out why Gilbert's eyes had glazed over as he passed her and walked through the now unlocked double doors. She didn't dare go inside, afraid of the sight that may await her.
MCD: Woo! Finally done :D This one is a bit longer than the last two, but I just had to include some parts. It's kind of weird, as soon as I started writing this chapter, alerts popped up for the story! Totally kept me motivated!
Letzte Preußische- Last Prussian
Anglais- Englishman
Vite- Quickly!
Excusez-moi- Pardon me
Ich liebe dich- I love you