Prompt/Table: Un-themed #2/Goodbye
Rating: PG
Characters: Giobanni, mentions of Claire
Warnings: none
Spoilers: Episode 24
Summary: Giobanni remembers what brought him to this point of time and wonders where things will go in the future.
Giobanni looked into the mirror, barely recognizing the face staring back at him. The past few weeks seemed to age him more than any other span of his life. He was barely twenty-four and could already start counting the gray hairs. Life on the streets wasn't as easy as he remembered; but, then again, he had Claire to look after now. He never thought very much on how hard life had been; depressing things just weren't his style. Not then, not now. Although, he was a little saddened on fast his face seemed to be aging.
When he was a teenager, he would often follow Claire around and make sure none of the other families tried to kill him. His hair had been much darker back then, and his skills were still sharpening into what they were now. Everything seemed so set in stone-- Claire would take over the family and there would be the usual business going down, and he would be able to protect him. Even that deluded fantasy seemed laughable now.
This wouldn't be the first hit he ever made, and most likely would not be the last if he survived the night. He looked at the razor in his hand, then back up at the mirror. He had to be sure he wasn't recognized right away. The Beetle made that point very clear, and he wasn't one to screw up such an important job. Sometimes, a man just wasn't ready for change that would be staring at him every time he looked at a reflective surface,however.
Taking in a deep breath, Geobanni set the razor to the number he wanted, and began to buzz off the graying strands, and then the black. He didn't like watching his hair fall onto the dresser. He continued staring at the mirror, watching his appearance change right before his eyes. He made sure he left at least some of his hair on the top of his head, to remind him of where he had been. Not to say his target would be able to recognize the color right away anyway. Hopefully.
"It's almost time," he muttered, looking at the mirror, then at the mess. He never would have thought in a billion years that he would be reduced to this again. Scruffy looking, malnourished, and living off the charity of others. However, such was life and he had to do something while Claire was 'asleep'. He couldn't allow the world to become an even more dangerous place as it already was for Claire.
Maybe it was time for a change as the world had, and this was the first step. He stretched, and began to clean up the mess-- his former self, who had such a well versed future. A bold new look to try to step boldly into a new chapter that the entire city of Judoh was about to begin.