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Blood and Smoke	By : krazykiwi16 Category: +. to F > Baccano Views: 1408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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1931

He moved quickly through the train, weaving in and out of windows, decapitating his victims in more ways than one, using his hands, the train tracks, anything that'll ensure that his victims would never wake up. As of this moment he was wrecking bloody havoc on the roof of the train. Claire Stainfield wasn't just killing those who he deemed bad, he was enacting blood thirsty vengeance on a certain pot-bellied white suit, but it was unfortunate that every white and black suit that clambered on the top also suffered Claire's wrath.

His heart was pumping madly at the thought of his cook in white never walking up. The cook was his, and he was hers. It was something his world should know, why did he have to remind everyone all the time? He stood drenched in the flesh of the men who fell before him, panting ever so slightly. He looked behind him hoping the cook would be there with her midnight blue eyes that were framed by thick eyelashes, normally hidden behind a mess of black hair. With her usual scowl with a cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth in an affected, nonchanlantant way, which always tickled his heart, leaving him feeling warm.

But as expected she was nowhere in sight, he enters the train through a window walking down the blood soaked carriages. Though he saw his favourite cook they hadn't spoken yet, just clashed with knives, and then he smells cigarette smoke, the same smoke that permanently lingers around the cook. It meant she must have walked through here a couple of minutes ago at most…or maybe not? The cook's presence always had a way of imprinting itself in places….and annoyingly on other people; the woman had a knack for drawing too much attention to her. But it was a good thing she liked to keep a distance from people, except kids….she had a thing for kids. Well he's only assuming this from what Luck tells him of her endeavours when Claire's not around, like she's been helping the kids who were wanted by the Russo family.

Though Claire suspect she was helping them due to that tragic incident over ten years ago, a memory that had engraved itself in her mind and soul, the reason why she trained her body to the limit so she could protect her and others around her. His reason why he trained, exceeding the limits of his body so he could protect the cook. He then heard footsteps above, ah so there she is. He entered a cargo hold, and prepared to ambush the woman in white by sneaking through the cargo doors when the door opened behind him. He instantly hid behind some boxes, watching quietly when a little boy came in, followed by Ladd Russo and some of his men.

Meanwhile, a few doors down a black suit had aimed a gun at Isaac and Miria who were gripping each other, crying hysterically. Shouting about how they'll meet again in heaven or how in Isaac's second life he'll become a shoe, with Miria parroting Isaac's words. The black suit was sick of their nonsense and decided to pull the trigger when a set of black shoes smashed through the window, shards of glass falling everywhere, the shoes meshed into the soft flesh of the man's cheek and he ricochet into the wall head first, completely KO'd. Kelly landed feet first, her apron billowing in front of Isaac and Miria who were staring at her in awe, their eyes practically sparkling with gold stars.

'Well done Kelly! You did everything as I said!' dipping his cowboy hat so to look cool and mysterious.

'Wow, really Isaac? How did you call Kelly?' Miria asked, excited how Isaac had saved them

'I called her with my mind! My thoughts transcending up and over the world to Kelly's brain'

'Wooow, that's so cool Isaac!'

'Ohh….so that's what I heard in my brain' Kelly said with withering condemnation, arms crossed, already used to their constant jibber jabber.

'Now we shall reward you by giving you the honour of making us delicious food!' oblivious the sarcasm from the cook's mouth.

'Yes yes, you have the honour of making us delicious food!'

'I make you food all the time' she said trying to hide her anger as her eyebrow twitched in annoyance. The Italian immigrant Firo often barged in the kitchen and sometimes he would bring these two along, all three of them demanding sweets and cakes. By the time they'd leave she was covered in flour and left to clean the kitchen.

She ignored their cries of protest when she whipped out a cigarette, she was about to flick her lighter when a shotgun rang from behind, coming from the cargo hold. The door creaked open just as Kelly managed to pull Isaac and Miria into a room, all ears on the door, wondering what was happening. Ignoring the soft 'shee shee' sounds from the deranged couple she listened intently.

Ladd? Who the hell did he go shooting?

She turned to the couple when she heard Ladd and his crew walk past,

'You two stay here! You'll be safe if you keep quiet'

'Noo, you can't leave! You have to make us food!' anime tears coming out of Isaac's eyes

'Foooood!' cried Miria, her eyes exactly the same as her partner's.

Kelly couldn't keep up with them, she also couldn't say no to them,

'I'll make you all the food you want, so just stay put' Kelly closed the door behind, muffling out the sounds of their cheers and approached the door Ladd came out. She entered through it, the light from the train's corridor beaming into the dark cargo hold, shining down on a befuddled boy in smart clothes.

Claire swore the cook had always gotten prettier every time he saw her, how he wanted to touch her milky white skin, it's been awhile since the two of us wrestled together in bed he thought, licking his lips craving the woman who was investigating the room. He froze when dark blue eyes fell on him; he then saw the slight curl of her lips twitching upwards, even in the dark he couldn't miss that –you suck at hiding- grin. My baby sure likes to tease.

Czeslaw Meyer looked at the woman, wondering what she was doing here on this messed up train. Was she strong? If she was, he could use her since the other guy was useless. He saw that the woman had a scowling face with blood smudges on her face, so she must a 'bad guy'.

'Hey miss' Kelly tore her eyes away from the silent observer in the corner to glare down at the kid in front.

'Ah, my name is Thomas, and….miss? Why are you staring at me like that? Are you mad? Hey? Say something miss?' it was pissing Claire off that the boy was using that fake cute act on the cook, he didn't want to see Kelly being nice to someone who wasn't him, especially since Kelly is rarely nice him.

'I'm not particularly angry; this is just how my face is. I don't know how but ya seemed to have survived Ladd's wrath. Well I'm off now boy, you just sit tight' she was about to leave when the boy suddenly embraced her legs, she just managed to keep her balance and refrain from falling on to her ass. Kelly sighed when she could feel the scorching anger from the dark corner. How dare that brat go touching her body, when I haven't touched it in months! I have to punish her for being so careless!

'Um, would ya mind letting go? I ain't like your mama ya know?'

Czes stepped back, his eyes shining in fake awe, 'Miss, are you strong? You sure look strong'

Kelly threw her empty box of cigarettes away, reaching into her pockets for a new box, ripping the lid off,

'Yeah, I guess I am strong' taking a cigarette from the box, and putting it in her mouth, fumbling in her pockets for her lighter.

'Can I ask you a favour miss?' Oh, so he wants to ask Kelly 'that'. Well good luck boy! Claire was excited to witness the rage that would befall upon the boy.

'Would you kill all the people in the dining car for me?'

'Say…what?' Kelly asked, sure she heard it wrong, her blue eyes widening in disbelief, her unlit cigarette dropping from her mouth.

'Of course I will compensate you accordingly' the boy dropped his act and turned serious.

'You're no child, are you?' Kelly's voice was low, her fringe covering her eyes.

'That's what the boxing man said too. I'm glad you're quick to understand; so you kill all of the passengers for me and your reward will be $200,000'

Kelly whistled in surprise, it was a lot of money.

'I've also packed a great deal of explosives on this train. A present for the Runoatra Family in New York, I have their trust so you do as I say and I will put in a good word for you, and see to it that they treat you well'

Ah the explosives the damn brats were going to steal, Kelly thought as she listened intently to the boy who's not a boy's plan.

'I've also packed some extra explosives, after you dealt with all the people in the dining car, I will set them off. And in the meantime, we will take the remaining explosives and flee; you'll get away with it as the incident will likely be chalked to those black or white suits'

'So miss, you'll do this for me right?' Reverting back to his cute self.

Claire watched, trembling in anticipation of what the cook would do. Kelly bent down and picked up her fallen cigarette, lit it up and took a long drag before exhaling the grey smoke, which whirled around her, disappearing in an instant when she back handed the boy. Czes fell on his side, his hat landing beside him; he held a hand to his inflamed cheek, a tear in his eye. His face filled with shock.

'Boy…the dining car is where people happily EAT MY FOOD!' slamming a hard kick to the boy's stomach, ignoring the cry of pain beneath her foot.

'Ya think that a cook like me would disgrace the place where food is served by spilling blood in it? Heh you couldn't be more wrong' kneeling down, grabbing Czes by his hair, and throwing him against the wall as if he was a piece of trash.

Kelly turned her back on the kid, hands in her pockets, silvery smoke from her cigarette following behind.

'It's…fine. Go….I can ask someone else' he was already healed, this bitch was useless. But he found himself looking up at the cook, her hands on her hips, he couldn't see her eyes. He then saw a smirk, and a blue eye winking down at him.

'I'll thank ya for one thing though, the explosives on the train? A certain bomb freak I sadly know will love to have them'

'You know where they are!'

'Of course, better if they were in her hands than yours I reckon. Now time for little boys to go to sleep!' she thwacked the kid's shoulder with the side of her hand, pressing against a certain pressure point. The boy instantly collapsed to the floor, snoring softly.

'Hmph' Kelly sniffed, pulling on a red ribbon beneath her collar, untying the ribbon, and she tied the boy's wrists together behind his back.

'Now, don't go causing trouble or the bad man will get ya. Ah…I think ya screwed anyways' she turned her back on the boy; kill everyone in the dining car? That's the last thing you say to a cook. She gave a backwards wave to the person in the darkness, a signal that said 'do whatever you want' and left the cargo hold, looking for more kids. The cook could be a cruel one.

Claire emerged from his hiding place, satisfied with the cook's reaction. It was what he would expect from an passionate cook like Kelly. He approached the still sleeping boy, and removed the ribbon tying it round his own wrist. It smelled of smoke, spices and something sweet which he couldn't quite put his finger on. He would have to speak to cook later; first he had to punish a certain evil little boy.

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