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... It was a day rather grey back then, the clouds were surrounding the entire sky and a cold breeze created a gloomy yet calm scenario in that so chaotic place, the backstreets were more silent than usual and most of the problematic people were inside their houses, the reason? Me; I have been recently promoted to grade 4 Fixer, and my name while not so well known around, it was still recognizable to most, my prowess and achievements were almost enough to make most of the people in front of me step away.
A part of me did not like this feeling, after all, out of everything out there in the backstreets, why fear the one thing that is trying to protect you? I understand that my methods of solving problems were far from "pretty", and I know there are other ways... but look at this place, there hasn't been one dead of an innocent person in weeks, and just because I'm there... that does the only good thing I can take out of people fear me.
I feel like an stranger in the very place that saw me being born, and in a way, I have become an stranger, there's nothing else that keeps me shackled to this place, aside from my sister, and well, Giovanni, whom isn't even a citizen from the backstreets, but decides to come visit me so often that I have to stay here just to make sure he is okay each time he comes by...
It's been thirteen years since we met, and even now I am unable to understand why someone like him would see a friend in me, a best friend on that... he finds the act of killing as one of the worst act a human can commit, and he detest anyone who can cold heartily take a life without hesitation... so why me? Why risk his life to come see someone that embodies everything that he despises?
Either way, I stopped asking myself that question long ago... gotta admit, he has grown on me over the years, at first I saw him like a weird guy, but now? I don't think I can imagine how my life would be here without his constants visits.
I look up, noticing the familiar and unmistakable green hair.
Giovanni came to visit me yet again... and yet again, there he is, getting mugged by some randoms.
Giovanni: hey, c'mon now, I said I gave you all I had, no more Ahn, I promise.
Thief: you think we gonna believe that?
One of the robbers asked as they pressed their knife against Giovanni's throat, which looked as calm as ever, already used to this things.
Ellios: you would do well believing him, he's a man of his word... and you better believe that so am I, so, return the money and let my friend go before I turn you bunch into a paste against the wall.
Thief2: and who the fuck is that?
Thief: ... bad news, that's what he is... just let the twink go, and give him back his money.
Thief3: boss?
Thief: did I stutter?
The other two looked at each other before returning Giovanni his money and backing away from me.
Thief: we won't bother this one, but you know how life is in the backstreets, we need to make a living.
Ellios: then find a way to do it without preying on the weak, or I'll show you who the bigger fish around here is.
Thief: ... whatever.
They left the place, finally, some peace and tranquility... before Giovanni began chuckling.
Ellios: what's so funny?
Giovanni: really? "I'll show you who the bigger fish around here is", that's really the best you could come up with?
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More than just a second chance (Limbus Company X OC)
Fanfictionwe'll follow the story of Ellios, the one who in his time was considered by many as one of greatest fixers to have ever lived. but after his death, the only thing he can hope for, is the end of the hell that became the place he was forced to call hi...
