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Being the new head of the gang that works outside Italy for Passione, your first official duty was to find out the traitors who had been trying to uncover the identity of the boss. As they say, curiosity killed the c...
Disclaimer: This was my first ever fic, and while I'm very happy that I could complete it, I'm certainly not content with the Italian gibberish. ITALIAN IS NOT MY LANGUAGE, AND WHEREVER I'VE BUTCHERED IT UP PLEASE LET ME KNOW. Go to town with slandering even. But aside that, I hope you stay for the plot!
The way I write now has changed a lot from the way I used to write before. As you go ahead, you'll realize that. I will revisit the chapters someday to refine them. Also, I write gender-neutral nowadays!
If you wish to read some better quality writing of mine, check out my other titles, and especially the one-shots. Thanks for taking a look at my fic!
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In the darkness of a lonely cobblestoned alleyway, a man lay bloodied on the ground. His grey suit was tattered, his mouth flooding with the blood of his own, and one of his legs violently twisted. Another figure stood in the shadows, in a long black trench coat, slowly limping towards the one on the ground. He panted as he spoke.
"You still haven't given up, L/n, I'll give you that." He kneeled to the injured man on the ground. "But you and I both know, it's all over. For you it is."
"You...... Still lost...... I know who you are...." the man on the ground choked and coughed on his own blood. He felt a hand resting on his chin lifting his face up.
"Do you? Look at my face, do you think this is who you think it is?" He glared at him.
L/n looked closer at a pair of brown eyes shining from the distant light from a faraway source. The eyes continued to stare at him, until they slowly started glimmering more, then changing their colour to a bright shade of green.
"L/n, who do you think I am?"
He looked up at him as the man stood up, and took his coat off, then throwing it away. As he unbuttoned his shirt, it revealed an odd-looking laced garment on his torso, tattooed arms, and untied crimson-coloured hair falling all over his face. The man pushed a few locks of his hair behind his ear and with those bright green eyes, he glared at L/n on the ground, causing him to look puzzled.
"Don't play your games, Doppio. You lost"-
"Diavolo." The man corrected him.
"Diavolo.....?"
"Doppio has been away for a while now, you didn't notice did you?"
L/n felt a weird sense of terror surround him. The darkness of the night felt like it was thickening and grabbing his legs, making sure he would not run away and witness whatever unimaginable was going to happen in a few moments. He knew something horrible was about to occur to him. The man he was looking at had suddenly changed the colour of his eyes and his demeanour, appearing to have turned into a completely different human being - if you could call the devilish aura of his anything human at all.
The stand projected out of the crimson-haired man, staring at him with an ungodly expression. L/n's arms froze, no sense of protecting himself arose in him, he didn't have to worry anymore, as all that he felt in front of him was the oncoming of death. These were his last few seconds, and he would not live them trying something futile. There was nothing he could do to win.
"Doppio, I don't know what you're trying to say..... but you still lose. You had to show me your face..... I know you're the boss" L/n somehow laughed with his lungs filled with blood.
"I'm sad that you are having to die this way. I liked you. At least, I will let you know the truth. Before you take it to your grave."
The man kneeled closer to his face, his eerie stand staring at him as well, "Doppio, I'm proud of you." He spoke and his eyes twitched. In a split second, the colour of his eyes changed, and he looked different again. The man with the devilish aura was gone, and the man from before had reappeared.
What was going on?
The man appeared to be speaking to himself.
"Boss, praise me more..."
"My dear Doppio....."
"What the fuck is this, Vinegar Doppio, what are you doing!? Are you mocking me?" L/n angrily shouted at him.
"Diavolo. Look at who you're talking to," he spoke in an unphased and chillingly eerie voice. "The one who you've been looking for is me."
L/n's eyes grew wider in horror and realization. The knowledge of his identity struck him hard as he laid there, frozen in his injured stance, not struggling with himself anymore. This was it. He thought about his only family - his sister, who he wanted to see one last time. That, unfortunately, would never happen.
The stand raised his arm to L/n's neck, staring menacingly into his lustreless eyes, ready to end his life. As L/n closed his eyes in tears and acceptance of his defeat, he heard the last words from the last human he had seen.
"I... am... Diavolo."
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