𝓗𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝓞𝐅 𝓔𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𐬹 𝓫𝐥𝐥𝐤 𝔁 𝓽𝐫

𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝓕𝐎𝐔𝐑 ★ 𝓬𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝓼𝐜𝐚𝐦

Akashi Takeomi hated Europe, the languages were weird, the people were rude, and the weather was horrible. And Italy was no exception, and to make matters even worse he was out of cigarettes. So he enlisted the help of Kokonoi and the two departed from their rented house, in search of the nicotine he so desperately craved.

The two wandered through the streets of Florence for what seemed like forever, before finally stumbling upon a store that seemed to offer what they were looking for: Luigi's negozio all'angolo. Walking into the small store, the pair were greeted with the smell of dust, and an old man sat behind the counter.

"Hello welcome! finalmente dei turisti stupidi da derubare, how can I help you?" The man said, and while the two couldn't understand what he was saying in between they couldn't bring themselves to care. They weren't looking for conversation, just a packet of cigarettes.

"Cigarettes, how much?" Akashi Takeomi asked, his tone harsh, leaving little room for casual conversation. This made the shopkeeper's smile falter slightly, though it perked up when he saw the man pull a hundred euro bill from his wallet. "Ah, of course, that will be a hundred euros, please!" the man said with a bit too much enthusiasm for the Bonten members liking. Jesus, since when did it cost an arm and a leg for a packet of cigarettes?

"Jesus, if I had known it, would be this hard to find some damn cigarettes I would have stayed in Tokyo," Akashi complained, switching back to his mother tongue as opposed to continuing to conversate in English, so the pain behind the counter couldn't eavesdrop. "Just hurry up and pay the fucker so we can go, Mikey's probably waiting for us," Kokonoi said, growing rather impatient. Wanting nothing more than to bid this wretched store goodbye.

"You know he's ripping you off for those cigarettes right?"

Turning to face the voice, the two were shocked. There stood there target Ares Dimitriou, in the flesh. The two knew it was him, they had practically burned his appearance into his brain like the rest of the Bonten members during the flight over from Japan, but that still hadn't prepared them to come face to face with him so soon.

He looked exactly like his picture, pale skin like freshly fallen snow, pale blonde hair that finished just below his butt, and bright crimson eyes brighter than freshly drawn blood. Ares was undeniably attractive, so much so that he could have been mistaken for a model of some kind.

"Luigi sul serio? Ancora una volta fregatura di turisti?"

"Ragazzo mio, come stai? Oh, sai com'è che Ares, un uomo, deve fare soldi in qualche modo"