The Mafioso and the Monster

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Victor sat on the bench out front of the apartment building. He had been sitting there since before dawn, waiting for the prey his master desired gone. It was cold that morning, and Victor sat there with a scarf and thick coat on. Back in the cells it was cold but never this cold. And the outside world was made all the more frigid by the ever blowing wind. Victor had felt the wind back in his old life but never was it this cold or incessant. Still, he sat on the bench right next to the door, waiting.

He had learned many things since leaving his cage. That out here one needed a reason to kill, and that being caught killing someone would mean more would come to kill you. One had to be subtle and that was exactly what he was doing this time.

Thank's to his master he had obtained a very special marker, one that left ink but which could only be seen beneath a black-light. Still the marking was there in front of the exit, and Victor was ready to activate it the moment his enemy stepped out of that door.

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Coming out of the door was someone that Victor didn’t expect. A person wearing a black hooded cloak with black shoes and a white fox mask with a voice modifier went outside. “Oh you’re a big fellow aren’t you? You probably thought the Drachman Mafia’s Don would be the one to step out of the door but he is under my care now, so I can’t have him be killed by you. How about we make a deal if you tell me who or what organization hired you then I’ll let you go and I well even pay you for your information.”

White Fox then threw a suitcase on the ground full of money. “So what’s it going to be, are you going to take the money or I’m I going to have to kill you right here. Oh by the way if you have any traps set up I wouldn’t use it because I’m the only person who knows where the Don is so if you kill me you will fail your mission.”

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Not bothering to listen to the man, Victor tapped his foot once activating the transmutation circle the foolish man stood on. The fool clearly thought he was being clever, thinking he had predicted Victors movements. But it didn't matter, this man had stepped out of the door and therefore he was prey. He needed to be killed... and strangest of all there was something about him that made Victor really want to do it.

The mans shoes would be gone in less then a second and then his feet would begin to break apart. Still Victor hadn't lived this long without being cautious. Though it wasn't so much caution to him as what his body instinctively made him do next.

Shaking his right arm once, a low calliber gun dropped out of his sleeve and into his waiting palm. Normally he wouldn't use such an impersonal weapon, instead preffering a knife or a hammer, or even breaking his opponents skull open with one hand. But this was supposed to be done quickly and Victor didn't have time for such gruesome ways.

Instead he began firing as quickly as he could at the mans legs. He had been taught that there were just as many important veins in the legs as most other parts of the body and crippling your opponent before making a kill gave a higher likely hood of success. Besides the low calliber at such short range could easily deal as much damage as a normal gun and might even cause the man to fall into the waiting destructive circle below, hastening his decomposition.

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Shouting echoed outside his apartment window as the man groaned lightly, before he opened the large glass doors to the balcony and sleepily looked out, only to see some random guy shooting some poor guy's feet, who looked a bit like he was dancing. He stiffed a chuckle as he just shook his head, smiling as that wild little bird Hibird popped onto his shoulder and chirped lightly.

"Ohayo* to you too, Hibird," Kida said with a smile as he petted the bird, before returning inside, still wearing purple pyjamas covered in little Hibirds -custom made-, before picking up his tonfa and looking at his alarm clock, groaning lightly. 10am, whatever, he liked sleeping in on a weekend, it was to make up with all the stuff Dino's been tossing at him lately. He silently wished he was the elder of the two as he put some more food in Kawaii-chan's bowl (poor old thing was due to pass away in a couple of months, the Vet said), before walking back out onto the balcony and closing the glass doors behind him, just so Raviolli and Kawaii-chan didn't come outside and get hurt.

As much as he loved his nephew, he really wished Dino would stop fawning off the child to him so much, after all, the Coral family were well known in the underworld, he didn't want the poor child to get hurt. He made a mental note to fawn Aurel to Dino some time, teach that blonde a lesson.

Shaking his head at the entertaining thought, he swiftly, using the tree near said window as leverage, used his tonfa to carry him swiftly down to the ground, yawning lightly as Hibird rested on his shoulder again, singing that tune that oddly resembled a school theme he once heard as he approached the two with a smile, not forgetting to note the Drachman Mafia's Don's assistant or whatever was currently dodging a trap, probably set up for him.

What a hassle...

"Hey, could you two keep it down, you might wake up my nephew, and you already woke me~"

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*Ohayo is Japanese for 'Good Morning'

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White Fox was not surprised that this it what happened most people are just foolish. White Fox rapped his metal threads around one of the apartment building’s ledges and pulled himself up. He then swung side to side, to dodge the bullets. After pulling himself over the apartment building’s ledge White Fox broke a window to enter one of the apartment building’s room. This building does look like a normal apartment building but this building is actually a Drachman Mafia’s hideout were they hide illegal weapons and sell them.

So, most of the people living in the apartment were members of the Drachman Mafia. In the apartment room White Fox told them that there was a man here to kill the Don because they thought White Fox worked for the Don they lessened to him. The members of the Drachman Mafia took their guns and pointed them out the windows then started to shoot at the man.

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Guns. Victor dashed to the wall pressing his back flat up against it. The men aiming at him would need to reposition themselves. He had a good three seconds before they started firing. Scanning the area for anything. Anything at all that could be useful... Nothing. Just a skinney tree a wooden bunch (this one close to the curb) and a man who seemed to be standing around idly as the fighting went along. He could disintigrate the bricks but that would take time, time he didn't have.

That's when he remembered something his master had told him about. For some reason some people thought other people shouldn't die... they didn't WANT to kill others unless they had too.... some of them would die to keep others from dying... sometimes they would do it for complete strangers. Looking over at the idle man once again, Victor realized that the man could actually be useful. Just as the shooting began again, Victor zigzagged across the pavement, trying to confuse the onlooking gunmen.

It wasn't without consequence however. He counted three bullets hitting him. One only grazing he side of his head, one entering his left fore-arm and going clean through to the other side, and the last one embedding itself in his left shoulder blade.... it was nothing he hadn't gone through before. Yes the pain was excrutiating and but after years of fighting with little medical attention, one grew used to working through pain with unresponsive body parts. Besides his master would be able to fix him when he was done here.

His left arm was useless at this time, but thankfully he still held the small gun in his right hand. Zigging one last time he rapidly changed directions with near inhuman speed, coming to a stop just behind the tonfa wielding man. Crouched low and ready to bolt if necessary, he held his gun up to the back of the mans head but did not pull the trigger. Instead he shouted up to the men from the windows "bring me the one wearing the fox-mask or this one dies". Hopefully this man's life was important enough to those men to do as he said. And if it wasn't... well the man's body could easily be used as a meat shield.

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(posting order from now on: Kida, White Fox, Victor)

As he felt a gun to the back of his head, he let out a heavy sigh as he dropped his tonfa without a second though, before looking up at his vacant room. 'Thank god,' he thought with a sigh, 'I'll attack if they take my nephew and/or dog hostage, but I'm quite sure the Drachmans are aware of who I am, at least, that white masked man should be. I saw him at the meeting last night for a peace treaty'.

Calmly turning his head in order to give his 'assassin' a look over, he gave the man a kind smile as he noticed the three wounds. His attacker was definitely injured, and he also made a mental note that his should was especially vulnerable, and thus a perfect escape point if used correctly.

He silently rubbed his hands together -as well as he moved his foot slowly, rubbing against the pavement below him- a little as he internally smirked. A little electric shock should be a good enough distraction, no matter how primal the method was.

And it did help his attacker had no idea who he was 'holding hostage'.

"Hibird, keep them safe," Kidato whispered to the bird on his head with a happy smile as the bird fluttered off and into his apartment, that is, before Kidato spun around quickly and pushed at his attacker's wounded shoulder with a rough force, slightly disappoint he didn't feel a shock as he pushed himself back, drawing two handguns from under his oddly feminine pyjama shirt (seriously, purple with Hibirds everywhere was not masculine) and pointed both of them at his previous captive, a scowl on his face.

"I told you to keep it down," He pointed one gun in the direction of the Drachmans with a light frown on his face, like he was scolding a class of children, and not with a gun, despite the fact he was scolding a bunch of mafia-men, an assassin and with two nice modern handguns, 'Coral-Sentini' was nicely engraved on the side of them, too, "Now unless you want the entire Coral-Sentini mafia alliance after you, then I suggest you at least drop your guns and do a fist fight as my nephew is sound asleep," He clicked off the safety, "And if I even hear the faintest sound of a wail from my apartment, the Drachman treaty is off, including my severing to your connections to the Military, and you, stranger, will die. Please leave."

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White Fox couldn’t believe it ether the man knew what he was doing or he was just very lucky because the person the man took hostage was the leader of the Amestrian Mafia. If the man had taken anyone other then leader of the Amestrian Mafia then the Drachman Mafia would have shot the hostage and then him, even if that hostage was a member of the Drachman Mafia. Drachman Mafia couldn’t shoot the leader of the Amestrian Mafia because if they did it would start a Mafia war between the Amestrian Mafia and Drachman Mafia. They wanted to avoid that at all cost so the Drachman Mafia was going to send out White Fox like the man wanted, but then they saw Kidato take down the man. Then after the Drachman Mafia heard what Kidato had to say they weren’t sure what to say to him and the Drachman Mafia knew that they had to be careful about what they say because Kidato was not someone you wanted to make mad.

“Well sir we don’t want to disturb you or your nephew, but that man was sent to kill our Don so we had to attack him and he is an alchemist so we can’t just fight him with our bare fists.” White Fox then suddenly appeared behind the Drachman Mafia member who was talking. “I know how about the three of us have a friendly fight at the contraction site around here. It’s far enough so your nephew won’t be disturbed. The rules of the fight are simple, there can’t be any killing and the losers have to do something for the winner. Like if Kidato wins he’ll win a feast for him and his nephew and no matter how expensive it is the Drachman Mafia will pay for it. He can also do what ever he likes with the alchemist. If I win then Kidato will have to give me a lot of illegal weapons for free and the alchemist has to tell me who sent him here. If the alchemist wins he can get out of here with his life. So does that sound fun?”

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All of this was very confusing to Victor. Fighting... without killing? And the terms... His master had talked about things like this but they seemed silly to Victor. Why would you fight a person without the intent to kill them? And if the other man (the man who hit his shoulder) won, without killing them, then he would get food? And if the fox masked man won, he would get weapons? Victor wasn't an expert but wasn't food plentiful and easy to come by here? And weren't weapons... good weapons, more valuable than most meals? What's more, Victors reward would be that he kept his life. Even in the death mach's he received sustenance for winning. Besides, this man used wires, that much Victor was sure of. And wire fighters ALWAYS had tricks.

"Foolish", Victor rasped pulling out a pocket knife from one of his many pockets and removing his coat. "You want us to fight in an area we are unfamiliar with, that you could have trapped beforehand". With that he pulled his undershirt over his head, exposing his bare chest and the transmutation circle scar on it. "What's more, you are suggesting that IF I win, I get my life, and IF he wins he gets food." Flipping the knife open he dug the tip into the bullet wound in his shoulder, rooting around for the shot. He was glad that they hadn't used hallow points.

"BUT if YOU win, you get hard to obtain weapons and my bosses name." At last he got the knife behind the ball, and wedged it out as quickly as possible, grunting in pain and breathing heavily as it fell to the ground with a clatter. Leaning back against the nearby car he continued, "Not to mention I'm injured, it looks like you get the best deal out of this". Victor massaged the wound willing the blood flow to slow down, he couldn't stop it but he had learned to relax his heart rate to keep the blood from moving around constantly. Unbeknownst to the others he moved his hand over the hole in very particular yet seemingly random motions. To the common observer it would look as though he were massaging the wound but in reality, the blood spilling onto his hand was rubbed so as to form the pattern for his simple transmutation circle.

Pulling his hand away and examining it (a natural reaction for someone who had just been covering a wound with their hand) he finished "I was just ordered to kill you, so please let me end your life already and we can all go about our day". He said this as if he were commenting on the weather or some matter of fact topic, crossing his arms and leaning back on the small cars window as he waited for the tonfa wielding mans reaction.

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'Food...' Kidato though with a dead-pan expression as this full-of-himself assassin boasted the unfair rules of some competition, though he was satisfied that they promised to let Ravi sleep. The last thing that little angel needed was to awake to gunfire, it'd scar him for life.

"I have to disagree with your terms, Drachman, as they are completely unfair! Not all mafiamen are unfair and cruel!" Kida called out with an annoyed expression, folding his arms as he watched the assassin begin to fish a bullet from his arm in the corner of his eye, "If you want Amestrian weapons, fine, but in return for a feast you will only get one, and it'd be something like a rifle or something, nothing special. I don't make impulse bets."
The man then let out a sigh before he heard the Victor character speak again. "I was just ordered to kill you, so please let me end your life already and we can all go about our day".
Kidato then let out a heavy sigh as he pulled out the cartirgde and kicked off the gun, picking up his tonfa again as he faced the opponent who had just established himself that he was clearly here to take out the AMESTRIAN mafia boss, and the one who permanently resides in the apartment building, not the temporary resident of Drachma. He flipped a switch on his tonfa to produce the spikes and he frowned at the assassin.

"Drachman, back off, he's not after your Don, he's after me. This IS my territory after all," He called out the annoyingly smug Drachman from above, before he began to spin his spiked tonfa skillfully, "And you, stranger, lets lay down some rules, you lose when you can fight no more, winner gets 1 request from the loser, even if it is of the loser's own death. I always keep my promises, so are you willing to take a gamble, assassin?"

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This other one... his words seemed to make sense. Was this man his real target? The tonfa wielder seemed to think so. This man seemed to be volunteering to be his opponent... And his terms were equitable. He seemed to possess a true killers aura, not one of those manipulative ones like the fox man had. Strangely Victor did not feel the same anxiety he normally felt around new beings. He seemed more like... the priest. He had faith, not in God but faith nonetheless. Even if the tonfa wielding assassin didn't recognize it as such.

"Alright then", Victor grinned. "I'll agree to your terms... But I refuse to fight HIM directly, Victor said pointing an accusing finger at the wire user. "He doesn't deserve that". Victor had dealt with beings like him. Dishonest, manipulative... like spiders tricking flies into an invisible web. They never fought evenly so fighting them directly was foolish. They needed to be killed in the same way thy killed others, through guile, cunning and when they least expected it.

Stretching his injured arm as gingerly as possible, he asked "So do you want to choose someplace else to fight or can we do it here?"

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"Wonderful~!!" Kida hummed, before noticing the wound and blinking, before smiling and walking over, rubbing his hands for some friction as he stopped next to his assassin and did the probably most out-of-order thing a target could possibly do to their ASSASSIN in history.

He drew a circle and healed the gun-shot wound, leaving only a tiny scar.

"Don't mind me, I prefer a fair fight, I really hate getting a head start or anything like that," He smiled kindly, "Not all mafia bosses are cruel, or jerks, some of us are kind. Now, about a second location? Agreed, I don't want my family harmed. Any of them, including my men, so how does Central sound? We can agree to the terms of the fight there, as in, what the requests will be. I already have mine downpat, and I'm pretty you have yours too~"

With a smile and a light wink, like a father would to a child, he turned around to the Drachmans and referred to his apartment window with his tonfa, "Please take care of my nephew and inform me immediately if anything happens to my dog, any of my men or Raviolli. Lie and you'll regret it, and if every single member of my family, as well as every possession is still unharmed and in place when I return, then I will send you one decent shipment of Amestrian weapons on your way out as a thank you for protecting my family, so please, protect them." He then turned to the assassin with a smile as he politely gestured in Central park's direction, "Now, shall we? I know just the area."

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This man grew stranger and stranger the more Victor knew him... e seemed to weave... what was it called again... politeness with ... threats as easily as walking. Not to mention his previously unrevealed alchemic ability. The man had... what was it called again... honor... or was it stupidity... his master had been confusing on the difference between these two. Victor desperately wanted to know what this concept of fairness was but his anxiety got the better of him and he chose not to ask.

Victor walked side by side with the man towards the park as he evaluated his condition. His forearm still hurt but it was nothing serious, and he still had the blood circle hidden on his right hand, the scratch on his neck was barely more than an itch now. He still had the invisible marker tucked away in his pants pocket, he had key or two in his stomach which he could use, but he would need to vomit to get them out and that would take time... but he still had his transmutation circle on his chest, making any attack there pointless and allowing him to kill his opponent if he just managed to get them into a bear hug.

Despite all of these weapons, Victor still chose not to use them before they came to the spot the man had chosen. He couldn't see why though? He could easily have reached out to the man and destroyed his shoulder but... for some reason he didn't want to. It would have been the most advantageous thing yes, but somehow the thought of doing it gave him that bad feeling in his lower abdomen... what was it called again, guilt maybe? But for whatever reason he chose not to attack.

Standing across from the man in the middle of the park, Victor stood fingers twitching slightly, barely containing himself at the thought of this fight... he felt like it was going to be good. Maybe it was not attacking immediately that gave him this excitement, maybe it was the prospect of a favored opponent but he just felt like this fight would fulfill him somehow. Ready at the slightest movement, Victor stood about ten feet away from the syndicate leader and waited for him to give the signal, which would begin their battle.

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--wip--

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