RomanoXJapan
(Mob AU)
He never did like to get his hands dirty, not his style really. No Lovino would rather sit in the back and watch the hellfire rain down on whoever the poor victim was. Not saying he couldn't pull the trigger himself but the Italian had something most of the family didn't. He had a heart even if he tried his damnedest to hide it. Especially in the presence of another family that traveled half way around the world to see him and his boss.
It's just another meeting, the talk nothing more than about money, drugs and business but, something about one of these Yakuza doesn't sit right with him. While he's not a fan of tattoos, it's common place for their Japanese friends yet the shorter man in front of him seems to have virgin skin. Then again he can't quite see under the man's clean black jacket either.
"Romano."
Instantly Lovino snaps to attention, realizing only then that he was staring. "Yes?" He asks not daring to look back at the powerful man sitting behind him.
"Show our new friend around while I finish with his father." The way his boss smiles, tells the Italian not to question, not that he would anyway. If his boss has something up his sleeve, it's best not to know for now.
So he stands, straightens his tailored suit and walks out, careful to keep his favorite gun concealed in his vest. Neither speak for what feels like hours until they leave the large home and journey down a back alley. Once out of sight of any unwanted eyes Lovino hears something he was waiting for.
Before the Japanese man has time to blink, there's a gun pointed in his face while his Katana is aimed at Lovino's throat. "Well," Lovino starts glaring. "Why don't we start with our names before we fucking kill each other?"
"Why?" The shorter man asks, his eyes cold as ice.
It's met with a smirk. "I've always hoped I knew who would kill me so at least give me a name to tell St. Peter."
It gets a light chuckle. "Kiku."
"Lovino." Slowly he lowers his weapon, it's clear it was only a show of force and nothing more. "You have fucking balls I'll give you that."
Just as slowly Kiku does the same. "And you have just much of a swearing problem as Alfred."
"Jones huh?" Lovino spits at the thought. "Piece of shit is trying to pull together what can't be done and he's doing it all fucking wrong."
"True but he's getting the job done."
It clicks for the Italian now why the Yakuza decided to drop by. "Drugs."
"You're not interested?"
Lovino shrugs, remembering how he had found his late boyfriend years before strung out on the same things his family dealt with. "I don't deal with that kind of money."
"A man with a soul," Kiku says with a rare smile. "Or is it conscious?"
"It's why is it your fucking business?" His eyes narrow not in the mood to play games.
Kiku on the other hand doesn't waver. "Fair enough but have you ever wondered what it would be like if you ran it how you wished?"
It's a forbidden thought, sure it's been whispered countless times before but, it's always ended in blood shed of one kind or another. "I've killed men who've said that before."
"But were they wrong?" When he's answered by silence the Japanese man starts to walk down the alleyway. "Lovino I think we have a bit to talk about don't you?"
Thinking fast Lovino smirks knowing how to turn the conversation back in his favor. "Only if you show me your tattoos."
"My tattoos?" Kiku turns his head surprised that he was right about the Italian man. "Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"After a bit of sake." Kiku shakes his head leaving the alleyway behind. Normally he wouldn't be so brazen but he has to know what kind of man he's dealing with and if in the end he can be trusted or not. After all Kiku doesn't like to get his hands dirty unless it's absolutely necessary.