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Long ago there was a man who dominated the land, he led the most powerful and strongest mafia in the land. Until he disappeared without a trace. His name is Romulus, but this story isn’t really about him right now.
28th of July
Our protagonist walks down a narrow tiled alleyway, talking to himself “Last month I sold my kidney.. That cost 1,340 dollars… I got to keep 40 dollars, which uhhmm…” he pulls out his fingers and start counting with them in a meticulously time consuming way. A mathematician would die seeing him count.
he perked up as he heard someone approaching, our protagonist quickly jumps into a crate, scared that it might be a kidnapped since his elder brother Jenova warned him that there’s been a lot of kidnapping that’s been happening a lot lately. He heard the footsteps of a presumably large strong man walk down the alleyway and suddenly stop in front of the crate. “Hm.” the strange man examined the boss “Why would someone leave this crate of tomatoes-“ “Achoo!” crap.
The strange man stepped back in surprised, our protagonist need to think of something up to not get kidnapped! “H-hello to you! I am the box of tomatoes fairy!” Yep we’re cooked. “I come in peace!” He added, the strange man was not buying it “Is there someone inside?” He asked himself “You’re wrong! Nobody’s inside, do not open the box!-“ the strange man began to try to lift the crates lid off “Why’re you ignoring me? What point is it to try to see the box of tomatoes fairy?” He panics before the crates lid flies open making the man fall back onto the floor.
“I’m sorry you were right! It was not a box of tomatoes fairy at all! It was all lies! Lies! LIES!” the strange man looked up at the Italian “Please don’t kidnap me, I’m too young to be trafficked! And what if I don’t get trafficked? What if I’m made into a slave and be forced to do unspeakable things for you or other people!-“ he then continued crying and blabbering about being a virgin, the strange man was confused, not understanding most of what he’s saying. ‘This.. Is this the guy I’m supposed to take? One of the sons of the great Romulus but..’ the strange man stood up towering over the poor Italian as he kept crying and begging.
‘There’s no way this pathetic Italian could be the same blood..’ the man thought before speaking up, the Italian quieting the second he opened his mouth “Let me ask you a question. You wouldn’t by chance be the son of Romulus would you?” The man asked, our protagonist sighing with relief as he heard his father “Wait are you telling me you know my father? Phew!” our protagonist stood up and got out of the crate “You had me completely fooled I thought you were going to kidnap me! What’s your name? Mine is Feliciano!” He blabbered on again, the strange blonde man was at a loss for words ‘what kind of joke is this?’ He thought before he realised ‘this could be a trick! Sneaky little bastard trying to catch me off guard!’ The strange man came to a conclusion
“How fun, I have a new friend!-“ Feliciano was then cut off by a swift punch to the cheek “I will not be tricked!” The man exclaimed as the Italian fell to the floor whining as he held his cheek in pain, the man just stood there baffled. Was this man really the son of Romulus, the man who led the best mafia in the world?
Well there was only one way to find out.
to be continued