Title: Bambino: Venom
I wonder, if I killed this idiot would anyone actually care? The answer to that is probably not, and I'm seriously considering the merits of just setting up an accident for this idiot 'tutor'. I could deal with his dismissal, I could deal with his viewing me as weak, I could deal with that. What I can't deal with though is his other talk. He's objectification of other woman, of other people.
At first I honestly didn't notice. Because it's not like I really care to follow him around. To acknowledge that he exists... but... but, then she visited, and she was really nice. Her and her daughter Kira. And he just, ploughed over them, refused to hear a word that she said, mocked her and was just...
He just.
I've seen it before sure. Had to deal with it myself. But not in this life.
Not like this.
And I loath it. Because how DARE he. How dare he treat her as nothing more than an object, and mock her and, just... Argh.
So I am genuinely considering getting rid of him from the picture completely. Small purple flames dance at my fingertips and I'm barely paying any attention to Kira who's still right here. Uncomfortable, with messy grey-white hair and chestnut brown eyes. And a good three years older than me. Six where I'm now three. Six, and yet they're a small mousy child, slipping into the submissive role too easily, too quickly.
I HATE it.
And maybe these are my cloud instincts but it burns in me. To see others treated like this. To have to stand(or really sit) by and watch. And I know my little buddy, Fino as I call him, bristles just as much about it...
I'm sure that no one will mind too much if I did knock him off. I mean we're an Organized Crime group for crying out loud. A developing Famiglia...
It would only be right to get rid of the more idiotic members of the family before they can spread their idiocy.
It would only be proper.
So I sit and plot, glowering at anyone and everyone who gets too close to either me or Kira. I mean, I'm not quite paying attention to her, but still... I am not letting anyone near her... not even her mother. And yeah, that's definitely the cloud part of me... Basically though, Kira is mine. I mean they did bring her here to become my friend. And while I may find her mother friendly, and nice, she's just too submissive.
And...
And I'm not going to allow Kira to be the same.
I mean her name means something like killer right? I don't even know really, and honestly I'm not sure if I really care. But the fact is there's no way that I'm going to be keeping her all timid and submissive. Not if I can help it. Though I don't know how she'll end up coming out. I mean hey, whatever ends up happening, will end up happening. But yeah...
First thing first though.
I need to get rid of Aldo...
I need to get rid of my idiota of a tutor.
Which ought to be easy enough... I wonder how many spiders I can convince to bite him... and there's a red-belly black snake in the garden... Kira almost stepped on it... Now just to maneuver him into place. Hmm... or you know, I could wet the top of the stairs, warn the maids and butlers add a bit of salt... Since for whatever reason salty water is really slippy... Or soapy mop water, stairs. Choices, choices. The chandelier that they think is out of my reach, a small accident with his bed... I mean if it just happens to snap and impale him... I mean, wooden support... Of course, I could also use the oh so obvious poison in his food but eh...
I'll probably do a bit of everything, plans within plans to get rid of him as thoroughly as possible.
Let's give him a Rasputin Death.
I think that my evil laughter is freaking out everyone around me. But I don't care as I spin around to look at Kira with a far too huge grin on my face.
"Hey, Kira... You want to help me with something?"
She tilts her head, looking down at me with an almost frown on her face. Opens her mouth, pauses and closes it again. Nervous she sort of folds her hands together and twitches them.
"Alright..."
"Perfect! So here's what I want you to do..."
Well...
That could have gone better.
It also could have gone worse.
But Aldo is dead, more than dead and that's the important thing... Of course there might be the teensy problem of the fact that two maids and some random teenager from a rival group are also dead but meh, details.
I should probably be more worried about it, but seriously I'm three.
And Aldo's dead.
My target is dead so I really don't care for the small other things.
Even if it's probably a BIG thing...
And shit...
S H I T...
He's not waking up... the teenager isn't waking back up... He's not waking back up... I tentatively reach out a hand and poke him again... No response. No response! What do we do? Smack him with a fish? I mean that might be entertaining... and there are plenty of fish around, and even if it's a small one a touch of propagation will fix the size.
There's a loud splash and water rushes over my bare feet and Alphonse... I look up at Kira, the six year old is holding an empty bucket over the teens head...
Well that works as well.
But he's still not moving.
Maybe we can hide the body?
"Tamara? Kira?"
Shit... well there goes that idea. I tilt my head backwards and up to view the amusement in my padre's face. I remain silent, Kira merely tilts her head and looks on.
"Now what are you two folletto up to?" he asks, amusement glinting in his brown eyes... and I can't help it.
"Sleeping Tigri..." sleeping tigers. It's a complete lie. But, eh, how could I resist. "Alph'noss is REAL bene at it!" and I completely mangled the teenagers name, but whatever.
"That's because he's dead..." Kira mutters, and I can feel the way my smile fixes itself in place. Though Padre seems to not notice at all. Or maybe he's just pretending to not notice, then again... do people actually expect me to know what death is at the age I currently am? I mean I'm three...
Yeah that's no excuse...
"He's real bene at that too..." I say instead... because hey. Got to hand it to him, getting killed on nothing is something impressive. I mean literally, he wasn't anywhere near the traps we set up, no snakes, no spiders(well aside from Fino) and the stairs here aren't slippery, the chandellier is still hanging up in it's place as well.
"Well that's good..." What? My head snaps back to the teen who's sitting up and laughing. He's alive? I think that part of me short-circuits as he stands back up and wipes himself off. There was no heartbeat? No breath from his mouth, no blinking? How is he alive!
"BrujerÃa!" I point at him freaked out scrambling behind Padre who laughs.
"Meraviglioso demonstration Alphonse!" he claps his hands while Kira pokes at Alphonse's leg, looks back at me and pokes again. "Tamara, Kira... this is Alphonse from the Moran Family. He's a Professional Victim"
I guess that makes sense... but still what? What? Also aren't the Morans supposed to all already be dead? Guess this is just part of the Alternate History of this world then... but still... What? Professional Victim?
Huh...
Well I suppose it makes sense.
But still... WHAT?
