-crazy in italy-

-Chapter 1-

Tino Azzaro has a pretty normal life, he wanders around town saying hello and meeting new people. He's an absolute social butterfly who likes to see people happy and laughing,That's why he goes to a stand-up comedy bar every now and again ,making the whole bar start laughing and others joining in. Tino is pretty happy with making the people laugh until their stomachs hurt. 

Many people have told him he's too good for this world , that if he isn't careful something is gonna happen, now this is where his family comes in guns blazing, quite literally. Now the Azzaro family excluding tino is actually a very powerful italian mafia group. The azzaro family is well known throughout venice and other places in italy, for their secret weapon that can not be hurt, more well known as tino. Tino doesn't like getting involved with the mafia side of his family,  it scares off people and that's his grandfather and mother's job ,hell even his younger sister, they all have some sort of skill for bloodlust.

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The first thing people notice about tino is that he has a floating head with weird blood, that gradients from a periwinkle to a peachy-pink. He doesn't mind the stares of confusion he receives ,he doesn't pay attention to them one bit,

When tino was fourteen, he had gone to town to buy something,what is was is something tino can't remember and that when he felt a sharp pain in his neck. Someone had taken a sword from a butchers shop and waving around like a madman and had cleanly chopped his head off, blood spurting, covering his clothes,the sidewalk and everything else that the crimson color could touch ,smearing along the bricks on the ground and pooling. 

The people around gasping in shock and feeling sick as they just watched the accidental death of a young lad. a stranger, dark hair, two bangs framing the sides of his face,wearing a white button-up  and jeans. He walked over glancing , bright teal eyes wandering over the bloody mess of blood. The stranger bent down paying no mind to the crimson starting to stain his shirt, he hovered his hands over the body, and murmuring,then a small spark and suddenly the  head was floating towards the neck . 

Tino was somehow alive again,breathing in but somehow the air wasn't filling his lungs, but not from his nostrils or mouth. whipping his head around and finding himself staring into pool of bright teal and that is how tino azzaro met one of his best friends, kita mizume a mythical necromancer that was more than meets the eye. The lad was a japanese necromance that travelled to italy with his spouse six. Six was an albino lynx shifter, a stoic lad that cared very deeply for kita but bad at commuting their emotions.

They were a weird pair but complimented each other in the best ways possible, is what tino found out about the two as he got to know them better.