Rich Lies, Sweet Corruption
By, Opium's Rose
AN: ...Just thought I'd bring my fic writing back in business..And if there is whole lotta grammar/spelling mistakes.. Sorry, my laptop has only WordPad up *rolls eye* can't do much..
Total AU, Romance, Mafia etc. Rated R for a reason. Since NC-17 was removed... Bleh.. AU, Romance, Drama, Action, blahblah..
Faye x Spike, Julia x Vicious, Julia x Spike, Jet x OC, Faye x Vicious (alternating partnering..)
Prologue
Waitress at a mafia's hide out, a dancing club, Faye Valentine. Dancing along with music of jazz and blues, while women and men let their troubles run free and wildly away. Dancing, dancing away the night, less talk, more movement..
One day I'll leave, never coming back.. I'm gonna run away so far away. Just like these people's worries.. Deteriorating, free...
She thought to herself.
She then, quietly slipped into the mob of crazed dancing couples.
The year was 1929. The year of when the mafia clans arose. Tension was streaked by people connected by whatever side.
One mafia we look into is the The Red Dragon Syndicate. Ran by Vicious. The club also belonged to him to the east side of the town of Burlington.
Vicious age 24. Silverly moonlight hair, like a touch of silk. A thin yet strong structure with eyes of frozen cement. Gray and lost in violence and revenge.
The east side people were enslaved to understand the mafia, and the troubles. They followed the trailblazed footprints of Vicious. Hardcore and sheltered.
-
The West Side of Burlington was different. People lived in prosperous figure. People did not know of the mafia, or any syndicate. People lived happily and free still being connected to the clan.
Spike Spiegel, leader of the Bebop Clan. He was known as a mellow fellow. Serious, yet humorous. That mafia clan led a club called Sunset Club, with a beautiful saxaphone player named, Gren.
Instead of intense dancing, chattering was lightly accented, with a dash of ball room dancing.
Life was enjoyed there.
-
The middle of Burlington people were not involved of the mafia. Either they had no connections, or they were hiding from some other mafia clan.
There lived a woman that the Red Syndicate leader and Bebop Clan leader seeked to find, her name was a delicate name, Julia..
Never to join sides.. Never fall into a false lie.. Intimidating love.. Hate is a purpose of living life... While love is here to hurt.
Yet she didn't want either.. She wanted to live happily in neither world.. -
All of the worlds had their own past.. Somewhat we'll walk through them all, walk through the debris. The air is thick of nostalgia. The atmosphere is full of stories. People are brainwashed to forget the past. Like how past life is supposed be.
Now where do we go to tell the story, that made the generation? Into the road of perdition.. or into the road of sugar coated prosperity..
AN: ...Just thought I'd bring my fic writing back in business..And if there is whole lotta grammar/spelling mistakes.. Sorry, my laptop has only WordPad up *rolls eye* can't do much..
Total AU, Romance, Mafia etc. Rated R for a reason. Since NC-17 was removed... Bleh.. AU, Romance, Drama, Action, blahblah..
Faye x Spike, Julia x Vicious, Julia x Spike, Jet x OC, Faye x Vicious (alternating partnering..)
Prologue
Waitress at a mafia's hide out, a dancing club, Faye Valentine. Dancing along with music of jazz and blues, while women and men let their troubles run free and wildly away. Dancing, dancing away the night, less talk, more movement..
One day I'll leave, never coming back.. I'm gonna run away so far away. Just like these people's worries.. Deteriorating, free...
She thought to herself.
She then, quietly slipped into the mob of crazed dancing couples.
The year was 1929. The year of when the mafia clans arose. Tension was streaked by people connected by whatever side.
One mafia we look into is the The Red Dragon Syndicate. Ran by Vicious. The club also belonged to him to the east side of the town of Burlington.
Vicious age 24. Silverly moonlight hair, like a touch of silk. A thin yet strong structure with eyes of frozen cement. Gray and lost in violence and revenge.
The east side people were enslaved to understand the mafia, and the troubles. They followed the trailblazed footprints of Vicious. Hardcore and sheltered.
-
The West Side of Burlington was different. People lived in prosperous figure. People did not know of the mafia, or any syndicate. People lived happily and free still being connected to the clan.
Spike Spiegel, leader of the Bebop Clan. He was known as a mellow fellow. Serious, yet humorous. That mafia clan led a club called Sunset Club, with a beautiful saxaphone player named, Gren.
Instead of intense dancing, chattering was lightly accented, with a dash of ball room dancing.
Life was enjoyed there.
-
The middle of Burlington people were not involved of the mafia. Either they had no connections, or they were hiding from some other mafia clan.
There lived a woman that the Red Syndicate leader and Bebop Clan leader seeked to find, her name was a delicate name, Julia..
Never to join sides.. Never fall into a false lie.. Intimidating love.. Hate is a purpose of living life... While love is here to hurt.
Yet she didn't want either.. She wanted to live happily in neither world.. -
All of the worlds had their own past.. Somewhat we'll walk through them all, walk through the debris. The air is thick of nostalgia. The atmosphere is full of stories. People are brainwashed to forget the past. Like how past life is supposed be.
Now where do we go to tell the story, that made the generation? Into the road of perdition.. or into the road of sugar coated prosperity..