A/N:
Hey alllllllllllllll! Sorry for no updates last week, I seem to have lost the motivation to carry on due to lack of reviews. It broke my heart :'(
Just kidding! Nah, even with small reviews, I'm pretty happy that I manage to 'woo' and impress people with my story. Small reviews or not, I won't stop until I've reached the final chapter. :)
Also, I got myself into a mess of tremendous OC writings and some things I had to patch up. And, without further a do, here's CHAPTER 4!
ze CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE, THEY ARE AKIRA AMANO-SAMA's!
ze PLOT&OC are mine though.
Varia HQ
Belphegor waits impatiently on his seat for their ever 'punctual' and 'active' boss for the past thirty minutes. Tapping his fingers, he stared at the double doors and glares daggers at it incase the said boss arrives. Across him, the newbie, Fran, occupied himself with a book given to him by his master, Rokudo Mukuro. Beside him sat the frilly and flamboyant Lussuria, who was helping himself with some tea. Leviathan, Squalo and Mammon are nowhere to be seen, they were fetching the boss.
The prince sighed and slumped down his seat, not taking his eyes away from the double doors.
"Shi, how long does it take those three to fetch the boss?" he asked.
Lussuria put down his cup and helped himself to another while friskily taking a biscuit.
"Now, now Bel, you know how the boss has been lately. And you do know that being the boss isn't easy - he's been working on those papers sent to us to be checked and approved. And with the recent killings lately, they seem to have lessened his work making it his advantage to slack off."
"And who do you think told him about those?" he asked smugly.
"You did sempai, by overhearing those old hags the other day…" Flan said without lowering his book causing two knives to fly his way and stab his chest. Flan flinched, but no blood came.
"Oww, sempai that hurt!"
He only snickered at that.
"Bel! Don't bully little Fran like that! He's new!" Lussuria scolded him while taking out the knives from the greenette's chest.
"Shishishishi, gotta make friends with him first right? That's what I'm doing Lussuria, since Mammon has to leave for some reason…"
"Can't you do it nicely? In a way where nobody gets hurt?" he asked while patting the greenette's head.
"That, I hardly doubt Lussuria-san, knowing sempai for only a week, I hardly doubt he'll ever grow soft and nice and all…"
"What was that?" he grinned, knives at the ready when suddenly, the double doors busted open revealing Leviathan, Squalo and a surprisingly (yet scary) grinning Xanxus.
"Ara, seems like boss is in a good mood"
"VOI! YOU BET YOUR ASSES HE IS!"
Levi only grunted in agreement, and the three headed towards their seats. Mammon, who appeared out of nowhere, floated at the center of the meeting table.
"We found her." he said, mischief visible in his bland tone.
Lussuria's thin eye brow rose "Her?"
"A potential candidate for our missing Varia Cloud guardian…" Xanxus cool voice explained, his (scary) grin never wavering.
"Shishishi, how do you know it's a 'her'?"
"After you told boss about the Boticello killing, I took the liberty of locating her. It was hard at first, but after a few tries and an occasional visit to the Boticello manor, I was able to track the faintest cloud flame which belonged to the killer. Turns out that the killer was a girl, a girl with a great game plan, a girl with guts, a girl who has been lurking around the shadows of Italy the whole time. Also, her flame seems to have a tremendous, yet abnormal cloud flame."
Belphegor licked his lips in excitement.
"Interesting…"
"VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI! Listen up maggots, here's what we're going to do!"
Streets of Syracuse, 8 pm
Elsewhere, a certain aubernette was walking down the streets Syracuse with a remorseful look that seemed hauntingly beautiful, even for her. Her flat boots echoed the empty streets with every step she took. She whistled a tune under her breathe as she headed for the ragged Palermo where she needed to make her mark.
She whistled Gavotte, she doesn't know how to play any instrument, don't mistake her for that. The piece was just stuck to her mind when she was still in Milan; it was kind of nostalgic really. When she was a little girl, the same piece would be played at the same restaurant and it seemed to have a specific time too, every morning until noontime.
The pianist was the owner of the restaurant, a burly old man with a pipe in his mouth. For all she knew, he probably was past his prime and wanted to relieve what he once had. But it kind of touched her when he looked at her and gave her a simple nod, indicating that he still remembered her even after all these years.
She stopped her tracks when she finally reached her rendezvous, Archimedes Square. Oddly enough, the square turned into some chess arena. But she knew better, scanning the perimeter she took note of armed men disguised as chess players, tourist and even exchange students.
"Tch, what a joke."
Lurking around the famous square, her emerald eyes mentally took note of a man she was looking for. A man with the rightful information he may give her. This was his playground as it would seem, coincidentally; it had also seemed to be her little playground.
And then she found him, a lone man watching his pieces carefully as if they were to be taken away any minute. His hands delicately smoothing his marbled chess board, whilst waiting for a worthy opponent. With two obvious body guards beside him, it was easy to tell that he was the man she was looking for and so she waltzed her way to him.
Upon hearing her take a seat, the old man sighed and began to move.
"I never thought I'd see the day where I can finally meet the infamous you, bambina…" his thick husky accent called on.
She took a minute before she moved her pawn to take away his. His words were not surprising.
"And what makes you say that I'm the bambina you're looking for Signore?" she asked innocently.
He looked at his pieces, then at hers. It took a while before he spoke again, but Mikaela was patient, she didn't rush things. Patience is a virtue, and she knew that.
"I heard, from an old friend that someone like you was locked up in Vindice some years ago after a certain death of a loved one."
Mikaela twitched, but kept her poise.
Bastardo, so he knew that she would come for him.
In their current game, the old man seemed to have the upper hand. But that didn't worry Mikaela.
"And if I ask Signore, who is this friend which you speak of?"
Click.
Something cold was pressed behind her back, he was snickering before her.
"Why ask me bambina? I'm sure you know him already, after all…you did serve under him for the past year right? Right before he killed your father and gave you up to Vindice?"
His men began to cackle as they broke from their disguises and pointed their guns at her, innocent by standers began to flee the scene. Mikaela didn't falter, she just stared at their pieces once again then back at him. It was his turn.
"Checkmate, I win."
He stroked her cheek with a single finger, feeling its smoothness. She winced at disgust, but didn't push his hand away.
"You disgust me Augustus Floris,"
"And you fascinate me, Mikaela Bartolomio…it's a shame I'm given orders to kill a beauty such as yourself. Kill her." He stood from his seat, guns began to click.
"And what makes you think you've won Signore?" she called, causing the man to turn to her.
"Look again." she was smiling curtly, smiling at him? When she is about to be shot down? Who does she think she is-
"Checkmate."
She won.
Augustus Floris had let his guard down, she was the true victor. He stopped dead in his tracks and watched the pieces, unaware of his men dying before his very eyes.
Be careful when she comes across you, be very wary of her.
His voice ringed in his head.
He couldn't fathom his defeat, or the fact that he had taken her so lightly. With his last man down, Mikaela slowly made her way towards the sore loser before her.
"Accept your defeat Augustus Floris."
She is a delicate rose in bloom, pleasing to the eye and smooth to the touch. But she has thorns as sharp as talons that can wound you and bring you down quite easy.
Her weapon morphed itself into a standard handgun; designs however were different since it was no ordinary weapon. She pointed the gun at his forehead, expecting another cowardly plead for his life. But he was different; he didn't plead or made a bargain with her, rather, he seemed ready. Huh. He fished out something from his suit and gave it to her. She eyed it suspiciously before realizing what it was, a smile slowly crept from her face.
So he knew what she was after.
"Send him my deepest regards bambina…"
"And tell him mine, after you meet him in hell."
BANG!
Opening the envelope, she quietly read the inscriptions written on the smooth paper which had a certain scent lingering.
My dear friend,
Join me in to commemorate my familgia's 75th of foundation.
Please come at xxxxx at 6 pm on May 25th.
This invitation is your ticket in.
Sincerely,
Michealli Lambardi.
Disclaimer: Michealli Lambardi is Wamakai's OC.