Hi!

It's me again. I really love this story. I know it's slow at first, but it pick ups, trust me.

You guys are all awesome. I hope you love! :3

I'll try explainging everything as best I can, but if you're confused on some things, just ask.

But you don't want to listen to me ramble on, you came to read. Have fun!

The next morning was a blur. Getting up early as usual was fine, but then getting showered, dressed, packed, and ready to go before any of the others woke up was challenging. Feliciano ended up bringing a bag full of things like cash, a gun, ammo, one change of clothes, and toiletries. As the leader of the mafia, you always need to look your best and be prepared for anything.

Honda Kiku and Lovino were waiting for him by the door. They said their goodbyes, and then Feliciano was off.

In town, people were staring. Feliciano never let it on that it was bothering him, but he really wanted to know why they were looking at him like that. Did they really recognize him? He vaguely remembered a newspaper article getting out about him once, but that was years ago. The first and last time he let the media get a picture of him. So that couldn't be it. He was walking past a store when he found out what it really was. His reflection in the window told him: it was the way he was dressed. Feliciano face palmed. People are going to stare at you when your dressed like you're in the mafia. "Great" Feliciano thought. "Now what am I going to do?" He looked up and saw that the store he was standing in front of happened to be a clothing store. "Ve~ I'm an idiot."

After at least an hour of wasted shopping time, he came back out looking like a normal person on the street. Happy with himself, he set off again.

The room was dark and cold, especially after the fire went out. No one felt like getting up and relighting it, so they all just suffered through the meeting. The leader, Ivan Braginsky, was a tall Russian man with white hair and dark eyes. He was pretty scary, at least to everyone else. Gilbert wasn't impressed, though. He wanted revenge.

Gilbert wasn't paying much attention to the meeting. Ivan and some of the others were going on about how to get back at the Vargas family for not lending money. The whole time Gilbert was trying to find out a way to get Ivan out of the picture so he can become leader. All there was to do, really, was to have perfect timing. Ivan will get into an accident, and the second in command will step up. Perfect.

He excused himself from the meeting. Everything was falling into place. If he sent a message, or maybe a threat, he was sure to come. Gilbert had all the strings he needed, and he was so awesome that he was already powerful enough. All he needed was something to make a legit threat. Brilliant. Gilbert picked up a dart. First he would kill Ivan and blame it on somebody else. Then to strike down the biggest nuisance in the world. Gilbert threw a dart at the dart board.

Gilbert was excited. This was going to be rather fun. He left the room to start putting his plan into action. Taped to the dart board with a dart through the face was a newspaper clipping. The headline read: "New Vargas Leader?" The picture underneath was none other than Feliciano, trying to cover the camera lens with his hand.

Across town, Feliciano walked merrily out of a store. He had no idea why, but he was feeling really good. No one recognized him. He bought at least three pairs of sunglasses, went to dozens of stores, and has already been to two of the five star restaurants. It was his second day in town, and nothing bad had happened. He almost forgot that he was a member of the mafia in the first place. Almost.

Feliciano was feeling so good that he forgot Lovino's very important advice. Stay alert, don't walk by any places we've attacked, and stay away from the police and from any security cameras if you can. Feliciano was hanging around some bank, when suddenly sirens started wailing. He was startled out of his daydream and looked up. "Great" Feliciano thought. "Getting caught at a bank I sacked a few years back. You think they would have forgotten about that by now."

The sirens got closer and closer. Feliciano reached for his gun, but thought better of it. Instead he decided to run. The cops were getting closer, and now shouting things like "Halt!" and "You're under arrest!"

"Yeah right" Feliciano said to no one, while he continued running. Like that would ever work. The crowd got thicker and thicker as more confused people tried to figure out what was going on. Most men running from the cops would have found this as more difficult to maneuver in, but Feliciano saw it differently. He saw it as an opening. He slowed his running and moved to find an alley way. Once he found one, he waited until the cops passed and the crowds got thinner.

He was waiting there for what seemed like hours. He spent the whole time checking out all the stuff he had gotten, taking apart and putting back together his gun, and counting all the people that walked by. Once he decided that it was safe, he quickly left the alley and turned a sharp corner.

Bam! Feliciano ran smack into someone, both of them sprawling in different directions. Feliciano somewhat managed to gain his balance, as he squeezed his eyes shut and slammed against a wall. He could hear the other guy fall on the ground, both of their stuff flying everywhere. Feliciano wanted to shoot the guy in the head for getting in the way, but he realized that it was really his fault. Feliciano opened his eyes and saw a tall blond man in a green outfit sitting on the ground and shaking his head.

"Mi dispiace!"* Feliciano shouted as he tried to help the man up. "It was all my fault. Here, I'll help you pick your stuff up." the man looked up to reveal that he had bright blue eyes. Feliciano could feel his heart pounding.

"Nein, es ist meine schuld."** the man answered.

"You're German?" Feliciano asked. The German laughed.

"Yes. Just moved here from Germany actually. And you're Italian."

Feliciano let himself laugh a bit. "Si." both of them picked up everything and got up from the sidewalk. The German handed a pair of sunglasses and handed them to the small Italian. "So," Feliciano started after an awkward silence "you just moved here?"

"Yeah," the German replied. "Just got here this morning. I don't even have a place to live yet. There's some place I'm supposed to check into for a motel room and for renting apartments. But I have no idea where I am."

"Do you have a map?" Feliciano eagerly asked. The German looked confused.

"Would you know how to get there?"

"Oh sure! I know this town like the back of my hand" a voice at the back of his head nagged: yeah, only because you've been wandering around it like an idiot for two days now. But Feliciano ignored the voice and smiled.

The German beamed. "Yeah! I have a map right here." Feliciano took the map and looked at it. He in fact did know where the place was. And it depressed Feliciano. The German saw his expression and tilted his head. "Is there something wrong with it? The map isn't out of date, is it?"

Feliciano sighed. "No, the map is fine. It's just this place... is on the other side of town." The German's mouth fell open. Feliciano tried to laugh it off. "You wouldn't happen to have a car, would you?"

"No! How could I? Don't you have one?"

"I do, but I left it at my house. I didn't expect to have to drive anywhere today." the German was now also depressed. Feliciano saw his perplexed face and for some reason didn't like that. He felt the urge to make this man happy no matter what it took. Feliciano suddenly got an idea. "I know! We can slowly make our way up there, so I can show you around town! If we get tired of walking, we can ride the bus or get a taxi. That way you can get the hang of things and get to know the best places to go in town. What do you think?"

The German smiled. He thought it was a great idea. "Wunderbar! Let's go!"

"Oh, I almost forgot" Feliciano was worried about asking this, because he knew what the response would be. But he was curious, so he didn't let it on. "What's your name?"

"Ludwig. And yours?"

"Feliciano." Feliciano smiled. Maybe nothing bad will happen. He hoped that this went smoothly and he could have a good time with this new found friend.

Oh, how he dreamed...

*Mi dispiace: I'm sorry! (in Italian)

**Nein, es ist meine schuld: No, it's my fault. (in German)

So, I probably should have explained this earlier, but I forgot:'( So anyways, the mafia family is very interesting. I actually researched what the Italian mafia is like, and it said that they call themselves a family, thatpretty much goes out and does organized crimes. The "five rules" that I listed in the introduction chapter are pretty much the only rules in a family, and if a person breaks one of these rules, then they can be punished by death. The roles are pretty self explanatory, it's pretty much just listing what each member of the family's job is. Feliciano is the "don", or head, and I think the rest are explained.

I used a few websites for my research, but this was pretty much the only one I paid attention to, so I'm just giving a shoutout that it's a pretty awesome site:

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