Here's another chapter. Oh boy! Things are getting involved. Prep yourselves because the main plot will take off in due time! :)

WARNING: Angry Turks and Spaniards.

Dislcaimer: I don't own nothin' And neither does my sister ... Kesesese ...


Chapter 2

In a silent suburb outside Chicago, a feminine Chinese man with dark hair tied into a pony tail stood in the diminutive shop, waiting for the owner to come back with his purchase. He had ordered an antique statuette; one similar to the statue he had owned in China. Living in America was different and he wanted something to make him feel at home. As he continued to wait, he caught a glimpse of a very familiar Japanese man, pushing his way through the small crowd outside. Without even a small hint of remorse, the man practically slammed his shoulder into that of a teenage girl carrying groceries.

The groceries slipped from her hands and spilled across the pavement. "Hey!" she barked, bending over to pick up her spilled items, her eyes glaring at the man's back. "That was rude! Why don't you apologize?"

The Chinese man sighed at the spectacle.

"Well that wasn't very nice. Who was that anyway?" The shop owner had reappeared behind the customer.

"That's my brother, Kiku Honda," answered the small auburn haired man, showing little surprise by his sudden appearance. "He hasn't been the same these days."

"I see … Good luck with him. I'm sure you're going to need it," the shop owner responded. He lifted a small brown box above his chest and held it out towards the Chinese man. "Here's you purchase …" with a glance down at the box's tag he finished, "… Mr. Wang."

Mr. Wang smiled and accepted the box. "Xièxiè," he responded with a slight bow. "I will be leaving now."

The shop owner gave a slight nod. "Have a nice day."

As Mr. Wang approached the door, his cell phone rang abruptly. Holding the statuette's box in one hand, he reached for the phone hidden in his pocket with the other. Looking at the caller id he sighed. "I hope it's nothing outrageous. I did leave him with the kids after all," he mumbled.

Hesitantly he flipped open the phone and answered, "Hello?"

"BABIES WERE MADE IN KOREA, DA ZE~!"


The Turkish man, Sadiq Annan, continued to poor dry cat food into various bowls of different sizes at an alarming rate. As he poured the last bit of food from the bag in his hands he rushed to get another one. Loud meows could be heard through the door leading to a whole other room. "SHUT UP! Your dinner's almost ready!" Sadiq shouted.

Gupta Muhammad Hassan, a young Arab, sat at a kitchen table, watching Sadiq's distress in silence.

"I knew that boy was trouble from the start!" Sadiq raged. "But he's been crossing lines recently! He hasn't been working. In fact, he's been lazier than usual! I haven't seen him in weeks and he hasn't fed his cats in days!" The Turkish man tossed what he was doing aside and snatched an article of clothing from the floor. "SEE?! Look at this mess! This place is a pigsty as well!"

He maintained his tirade and for a second he stopped to look at Gupta. "What do you think, kid?!"

Gupta gazed at him, not uttering a word or moving a muscle. After moments of silence, Sadiq fist pumped. "I knew you'd agree with me!"

"MEOW~!"

"I'M COMIN'!"


"Antonio," mumbled Angelo. The Italian gangster eyed his superior warily. "I'm sure it was nothing. Boss Romano is probably having one of his fits-"

"No, something is wrong …" the Spanish man, walking a few steps in front of Angelo, interrupted. His worried, olive eyes stayed hidden under his hat as he continued to walk at a fast pace towards his destination. He had heard something and for some reason he couldn't shake off that feeling as though something was wrong.

"Antonio?" a new voice asked. A blonde, Dutch girl with lime green eyes fell into step with the Spaniard. "Do you think Romano is in trouble?"

Antonio did not answer but halted as they found themselves in front of their boss' office. Slowly he raised his pistol and with his empty hand knocked on the wooden door. "Romano?"

The three waited for a response that didn't come.

"Romano? I'm coming in, okay?" the Hispanic called. He reached over and turned the knob, letting it go as soon as he did so. The door made a creaking sound as it gradually swung open. Placing one foot in at a time, the trio entered the room. Antonio's eyes scanned the office but no sign of Romano or anyone else for that matter. Continuing to investigate he walked farther in, peeking under the desk and in behind large objects.

Seeing as the room was clear, he spoke, "No one is here."

The Dutch girl and Angelo sighed in relief and let their tense muscles relax. "But where's the boss?" Angelo asked.

Antonio resumed his search but stopped when a he felt his shoe tap a small object. Leaning down, he seized the round item and stared at it with an intense gaze. "This tomato … It's only half eaten."

The girl released a small gasp, understanding how serious this was. Angelo looked between the two and questioned, "What? What am I missing here?"

With slight hesitation Antonio answered, "He has been taken."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do." Antonio studied the room once more before finding proof of a struggle. "There's a bullet hole in the wall."

The two subordinates followed Antonio's gaze and sure enough a bullet whole resided in the opposite wall. Antonio sat the tomato down on Romano's desk and plopped down into the desk chair. The man leaned his elbows atop the desk as his finger entwined. A cold glare graced his countenance. "Go alert the others. Tell Dante I would like to speak with him."

"What are we going to do?" the blonde asked, her voice laced with worry.

"What we are going to do, Bella, is find whoever did this and get Romano back," he growled. "Until we get Romano back, I'm in charge. Be on your guard. You never know if the target is among us. Now go alert the others, Angelo."

"G-got it," came his shaky reply. Quickly he exited the office.

Bella made her way over to Antonio's side and rested her hand gently on his shoulder. "Are you alright Antonio?"

Antonio's face hardened. "No one takes Lovi. I'll find whoever did this and make them suffer," he declared.


Yay, Spain's darkside~! Well there ya have it!

Just a reminder: GerIta is the ONLY yaoi. I find that yaoi is challenging compared to other romances so I'm keeping this story straight. Sorry for the inconvenience of my writing folks!