*BING~*
"The cupcakes are ready~" Ollie chimes, as he rushes over to the oven opening it. The smell of the freshly baked treats fills the room.
[Y/N] is sitting at the table, scissors in hand slowly opening and closing them, looking down at the newspaper.
"There isn't anything new in here," she flips to the next page in frustration. The scissors making faint snipping sounds.
"Really? Nothing about last night either?" Ollie looks over [Y/N]'s shoulder, leaning in, "that is odd dear."
"What's odd?" Allen popped his head into the kitchen, making a beeline to the cupcakes. Ollie smacks Allen's hand as he goes to reach for one.
"[Y/N]'s killings weren't in the paper this morning," Ollie stands by his cupcakes, "they're hot Allen and I need to ice them when I said ready I meant they are done cooking in the oven." Ollie huffs and starts to make his signature bright blue frosting.
"Aww, that sucks aye shit bag," Allen pats [Y/N]'s head and sits down. [Y/N] glares at him and she stabs the scissors into the table. "Dollface, it will probably be in the news tonight or something, don't you worry!"
Allen grins as he tugs the paper way.
"I find it funny that you collect everything brutal that happens in the world, fucking psycho." Ollie spun around, mixing bowl in hand and crazy swirls in his eyes.
"Allen!" Ollie whacks the American on the head with the mixing spoon, frosting falling to the floor and nesting on Allen's dark brown hair, "we are killers, not complete psychos! I will not tolerate that word in this house!"
Everyone knew how Ollie felt about the word 'psycho.' Allen tends to slip up from time to time and other times he does it on purpose, but when he does it's because he is really angry with Ollie and usually doesn't get that angry with him.
"Hey Ollie it's ok, let's go sit down and watch some TV?" [Y/N] stands up and places her hand on Ollie's back, leading him into the living room, she looks back and glares at Allen and shakes her head.
Allen huffs and sits down at where the newspaper is left open.
"She sure has her work cut out for her," Allen lifts his hand to his head feeling the frosting sitting upon it. "Now I gotta have another shower."
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Across the other side of town a bubbly blonde hair Italian running into the office of his younger brother.
"Oh Luci, guess what I have found~" he runs in, waving a paper up and down.
"What is it Flavio?" the dark red head grumbled.
The bubbly blonde smacked a paper down in front of him
"A new hair salon can you believe it!" He spun with glee as 'Luci' pushed the paper away from him.
"That isn't anything interesting brother," Luci or Luciano as he preferred. Leaned back in his chair, a smirked "what is interesting however is the murders that happen in this town"
"But those are mostly ours brother." Flavio head tilts to the side, Luciano just nods, smiling at the thought of how most of the murders were theirs. Most
He frowns suddenly. Then looks at his brother once again.
"Yes. Mostly, but there are others. It would be. Fun to meet the others." Luciano smirks, slowly starting to unravel a plan
"And kill them?" Luciano smirks then ALL the murders would be ours, but no not yet Flavio.
"No! Why would we kill them when we can use them?" Flavio takes a step back.
"How would we use them?"
"We can learn from them, maybe scare them a little, get them to back off" Flavio sits down, arms crossed.
"-and after if they don't back off, we kill them. Put their heads on spikes to send others a message?" Flavio grins
"Great idea brother" Luciano closed his eyes and nodded in agreement. More satisfied with his brothers plan rather than his own, good thing he has Flavio around otherwise he would just be killing everyone willy nilly, having no plan or message. Flavio is always thinking of ways to send messages.
"I think we should send a message, to let them know we want to meet," Luciano stands, starts to walk to the door and stops "you can do that, can't you dearest brother?"
"Yes, of course, it's what I do~" Flavio signs.
Then the town will be ours and only ours
Luciano leaves the room happier than a kid in a candy store.
And so another game begins
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My Two Brothers
Fanfiction[Y/N] was taken away from her home at a young age and was placed into a new one where she grew up. [Y/N] has vey faint memories of two young boys that lived in the same house. Now that's she is older, [Y/N] wants to find out more of those two boys a...
