AN: I OWN NOTHING,
Location: Richer Residential Area, Dimmsdale, Pa.
Time: 18:30, April 2002.
We open back up a few minutes later. Timmy was giving his two ki- I mean god fathers the run-down of the neighborhood while on their way back to dropping off an unconscious Vicky. To the trio's relief, no one was home. It didn't however stop the two "borrowing" Vicky's entire armory for future "Employments."
"And over there is the school I attend, get bullied at, and dreams crushed on a daily basis…" The teen said, pointing his finger at the building. "Ayy, do feel bad. Money doesn't buy you happiness ya know!" Joe smirked back, only to see a small chuckle from Vito and a rather unhappy bucktooth teen.
"What?"
"Ya know what, let's forget we heard that kid…" Vito chucked, and then spotted some rather big mansions in the distance. "Hey Tim, the hell's wit' the big mansions over there." The Italian asked, pointing at the buildings in question.
"Oh that?" Timmy pointed, "That's the rich side of Dimmsdale. Most of the bullies and rival in my school come from there"
"Rival, huh? Can probably tear his ass apart in two just by starin' at 'im…" Vito replied, letting his buddy Joe have a say in the new info.
"Fanculo, è solo Empire Bay!" He boomed. "Anything else in th' area, Timmy? Failing rich couple marriages? Free widow dames? Shady dealings? Connections wi-" Before he can finish, the two noticed Timmy was running up to a girl around his age.
"SHIT KID SLOW DOWN! YO-" Before he can finish, he saw timmy crash head on into her knocking the two both off their feet.
When the dust settled, all was quiet…. Then the Italian welcome began. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR YA LOUSY BI-/JESUS SIGNORA, GUARDA DOVE CAMMINI, STRONZ-"
"I- I CAN EXPLAI- G'OW!" Timmy screamed back, albeit in pain before getting fist-slammed in the face by the same irritated girl. She was a bit taller than timmy, about an inch or so, wore pink clothing with a hint of white at the skirt.
"LISTEN DWEEB, YOU GOT THREE SECONDS TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF RIGHT… fucking…. now?" She paused mid-sentence and went pale at first contact with Vito and Joe.
"You gonna hav'a problem with the kid, 'ere miss-uh…." The first man asked, while his buddy checked on Timmy if he was injured.
"Trixie…" She weeped, "T- Trixie Tang…"
Vito only stared blankly at the girl, his thoughts going back to a certain… Incident back in Empire Bay. "Well miss Tang, you better explain your sorry excuse of an ass running around late at night and explosive attitude to my godkid ova' he-"
"W- Wait. You're Timmy's godfather?" She asked nervously, trying but failing fucking spectacularly to think of ways to not get herself killed like her grandfather.
"I had the same reply as you, Trixie" The two looked back to see a rather beaten up Timmy with an ice pack on his head.
"I just wanted to apologize for not following that stupid bus announcement ritual, but no~ you just had to make it all about your rich fa-"
"I HAVE A LEGACY TO KEEP UP, YOU BRAT. MY FATHER AND MOTHER HAVE AN IMAGE TO KEEP TO YOU LOW LIFE PEASENT FUCKING FREA- BOOM" A loud gunshot interrupted the two and turned to see Vito with a smoking Colt Python aimed into the air.
"ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH. THE BOTH'S OF YA'S." He yelled sharply before continuing, "Now, I don't give a cazzo di topo on whatever piece'a shit living standards ya are, but I didn't risk my ass in the fucking CLINK AND KRAUT SHOOTING just to see two youths arguing on who's better or not in a better world. Now you two better shut the FUCK UP before I put another one in each of your's heads. GOT IT!?"
Both teens, horrified at the threat and rant, only nodded their heads. "Okay, Good." He sighed, and then mumbled out loud albeit quietly on why must fate treat him this way and what not. "Oh Signore…" Joe whispered to Timmy, "I'll help out Vito 'here with what's bothering him…here's a list of pickup lines to try out. And oh, take that nice piece'a ass to your pla-"
"WHAT!?/WHAT!?" Both exclaimed, "MY PARENTS ARE GONNA WORRY ABOUT ME AND WANT ME TO DROP BY TURNER'S HOUSE!?" Trixie exclaimed to the woman's man, He knew what he was doing and kept his mouth shut and focused on Timmy. Timmy looked at the paper he gave them and looked like he was about to blush and laugh his ass off.
Joe, seeing what's about to happen, Usain bolted to his best pal and fellow mob man, leaving the two alone.
Location: Turner Residence
Time: 19:00
Nothing else eventful occurred when the two arrived back. Both simply stared and thought of separate topics to keep them company, while also praying no one from their school spots them together.
"Ugh… I can't call my father as he's on one of his business 'trips', and i'm stuck here with you"
"Look, I didn't agree with this as much as you do! But they're my godfathers! I'm legally binded to them!"
"Then… N- Nevermind! Let's just… Talk about something else. You got any music?" She asked,
"Only my godfather's music. Ironically the same stuff I listen to!"
"What do you mean by the 'same stuff I li'-" Before she can continue, she gets welcomed albeit rudely by a song. [OST BEGIN Moments Like This - Dean Martin]
"Dean Martin!?" She laughed, "You listen to Swooners!?"
"I mean yeah! Why the hell wouldn't I? It's not loud, obnoxious, filled with too much techno music, and fits better than modern junk!" He rambled, before noticing a small shade around her cheeks.
"D- Did I ju…. No fucking way, you listen to the same old stuff too!?"
"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Tu-"
"Is being a tomboy one of them?" He swiftly teased,
"Y- You know?" She asked,
"Yep. Anytime I needed to grab some magazines or hobby supplies, I just saw you gawking at 40k Figurines. Eyes were a dead give-away to-Y" before he could finish, Trixie grabbed him on the shoulders and shook him furiously.
"IF I SEE YOU TATTLE ONE GODDAMN THING ABOUT, TIMMY THIS I'LL-
"I-I WON'T, PROMISE! BESIDES, I'D RATHER SHOOT MYSELF THAN GIVE AWAY AN AWESOME SECRET LIKE THAT! SHIT I- MMPH!?"
[OST CHANGE That's What I Like - Dean Martin]
Trixie, out of pure trust for the boy, stopped the shaking and pressed hard on his lips. A part of her is wanting to back down but, holy shit she finally found someone she can trust!
Timmy on the other hand couldn't believe this shit. First he gets sucker-punched by the same crush who sends him face first in the dumpster, and now making out with her!? It's like something out of a love novel!
Eventually the two separated, both were laying on the couch, listening to whatever Swooner song was playing in the shuffle.
"I can't believe it… The buck tooth boy who had a crush on me since we were 5 years olds has the same interests as me." She teased, "Timmy, I know it may be quick but I was just so fucking sick of my 'friends' nonsense…"
"I'm guessing you had to 'act' like a rich girl to blend in with them otherwise you'd think they bully the shit out of ya?" Trixie gave him a kiss on the cheek as an answer.
"Does that answer your question?"
"Sort of… I got two more.. If we're official, can I do this?" The teen gave him yet ANOTHER FUCKING KISS ON THE LIPS before pulling away.
"Yes… And the other one?"
"Why were you sweating earlier?" Trixie stopped at that sentence, how did that brat notice?
"W- What do you mean?"
"Your first interaction with Vito. You were sweating like mad! You have a crush on him!?"
"HIM?" She rudely yelled, "GOD NO! I- ITS SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY"
"Woah! Jesus! I only asked! God it's like your family's hiding… Something… Big." Timmy stopped, eyes wide as plates realizing what's up.
"T-Trixie…. Is your dad with the Triads?" She turned to face him and only nodded.
"Timmy… This is more important than my tomboy secret so please, don't tell anyone else what I'm about to say… Got it?" The boy only gave a small nod, and began to answer her troubles.
"Timmy. Vito Scaletta killed my grandfather."
Meanwhile in a bar outside of Dimmsdale at the same time,
"WAIT SO HANG THE FUCK ON HERE VITO. THE HOT DAME TIMMY WANTS A PIECE'A ASS OF IS THE TRIAD FUCKER'S GRAND-DAUGHTER WE KILLED!?" Joe yelped in between shots as Vito explained the same thing to him like Trixie…
Well shit. Two chapters for this in a month.
Before we go into what the fuck is going on, I'll explain. In the mission "Exit The Dragon" of Mafia 2, Vito and Joe storm a Chinese restaurant run by the game's version of the Chinese Mafia in revenge for killing Henry, their friend.
Naturally you pull it off and by the next chapter, start a war between both the Triads and Costa Nostra in the City.
When looking through info on the show again for a refresh, other fics, and general knowledge of the criminal world, I've seen the idea of Trixie's father or Mother having connections to the mafia..
So, I decided to canonize this little theory and bam! This is the end result.. Hope it ain't bat shit stupid.
Oh yeah. Speedrun the ship. In this household, we go straight to the fluff and no bullshit.
Also being real here, but look me straight in the fucking eye and tell me Trixie wouldn't have buy every expensive Warhammer 40k Figurine like it's nothing when in her tomboy disguise… It's the most rich kid thing to do and I find it hard to not believe she wouldn't.
Anyways, that's all for now. Goodnight!
