Chapter 6
"Since when are you in the mafia?"
"I don't know since when were you an ass?"
"Rude."
"Whatever." Gilbert rolled his eyes, leaning back into his chair with irritation plastered on his face.
Roderich sighed and sat down in front of him, "How's life been on you? Last time I heard, you were broke."
"Quite nice actually, I'm not broke anymore."
"That's nice to hear."
"You know what else is nice to hear?"
"What?"
"My fist to your face."
"You're hopeless."
"And you're quite the ass." He chuckled. "Makes sense that you owe the Mafia."
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"What do you mean you haven't found anything?!" Antonio almost yelled, bursting with anger.
"I mean that I've been searching and I haven't found anything!" Alfred was basically whining. His voice going up a pitch due to the faintest bit of fear in his boss being so angry.
"Dig deeper or I'm calling off this case." Antonio threw himself onto his chair with a loud thud, throwing the file on his desk while he was at it.
"Okay." Alfred squeaked. He left the office frustrated beyond all belief. He doubted that Antonio would call off the case. Then again last he doubted Antonio was sane when he said that he would jump roof every morning. It made him untrustworthy to Alfred. It's best not to question his boss. Antonio was at his position through hard work so he must have credibility.
Anyway, what he should be questioning is how to find more information or even a lead. That lingered in his head as he walked through the office until an idea popped up. He figured he would get to his other source of information. It would be a regrettable decision but he didn't have many other options.
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"Kiku, I have a new mission for you."
"Already?"
"Yes, but it's more of a test."
"What should I do?"
"Get us some pizza!"
"I'm sorry but I'm having trouble figuring how that's a test."
"You see, you can't take any weapons with expect for a knife." Feliciano then pulled a knife out what seemed like thin air as he swished it around to demonstrated it. He handed it to Kiku. "Watch your back and come back with the pizza." Kiku nodded and left to go do his odd mission. Feliciano simply sat and waited. He read a book while he was at it. Not much activity was really going on as of late. truth be told he was kind of bored and hungry. And, yes, sometimes he could be selfish.
When Kiku came back, his clothes were slightly torn, he had cuts and bruises all over his body and he seemed like he'd just been through hell and back. Which actually was the case. Feliciano stood there at the entrance with a smile on his face, leaving Kiku quite a bit confused. Silently, he handed the pizza over which the Italian took happily.
"Good job Kiku! I think it's best you go to the infirmary." Kiku nodded and silently walked away. Honestly, Feliciano didn't think Kiku would get hurt. Kiku seemed awfully skilled. Not as skilled as he thought apparently. Once again, he walked to his brothers office knocked, no answer. He just decided to open the door, startling Lovino quite a bit.
"What do you want?"
"I brought pizza." Lovino almost tackled his brother when he heard those words. Almost instantly he had slice in his mouth. "How are you feeling?"
"Better." Lovino murmured. The food in his mouth muffling his words.
"Don't talk with food in your mouth, Lovi." Feliciano smiled "So are you ready to tell me what's wrong?"
"No."
"C'mon don't be so stubborn!"
"No." Lovino swallowed his bite.
"Well," Feliciano closed the box before Lovino could reach for another slice. "No pizza for you." He was internally smirking knowing that Lovino loved pizza so much that he'd do anything to have it. With a sigh of defeat Lovino sat back and muttered a 'fine'. Feliciano smiled and opened the box once more.
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"I really don't think he's okay."
"Don't worry so much Toni, he's probably just shaken up."
"Yeah but-" From what? He wanted to finish but Francis cut him off.
"I thought we came here to have fun not worry about your little boyfriend." Francis teased.
"He's not my boyfriend." Antonio frowned.
"Really?"
"Sadly."
"Then I say that's a reason to drink but not too much we both know how you get when your drunk."
"You sound like my mother."
Francis chuckled at that,"Speaking of your mother, how has she been?"
"Dead."
"What?!"
"She's been dead for a few years, you were at her funeral."
"Oh, right- sorry, I tend to forget things easily." Antonio rolled his eyes and smiled. It was around nine at night and, like an idiot, he decided to go out drinking with Francis. Well, he didn't really decide, he was more dragged here and given a drink. This was Francis' way of calming him down and it seemed to work. It didn't take the stress off completely but staved some off.
"Hey guys." Gilbert appeared looking quite angry.
"Are you okay?" Francis questioned, tilting his head like a confused puppy.
"Yeah, I just had a bad day at work."
"You poor thing, want a beer?"
"Yes please." A beer almost instantly appeared in his hand. He took a small sip at first. Pausing to let the taste sink and then drank the whole thing in one go. "Much better." He happily sighed as he wiped the excess off his himself.
"What exactly happened?" Francis raised a brow.
"Let's just say I met up with an old enemy."
"I can already tell this is going to be a good story."
"It's kind of boring actually."
"So you just hate him?"
"Mhm."