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Blood and Smoke	By : krazykiwi16 Category: +. to F > Baccano Views: 1408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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1930

Kelly entered the Gandors' base, cigarette already in mouth, her white uniform reluctantly put on, she still hadn't gotten used to wearing it but she had to. Since it was nearly lunchtime she headed for the kitchen but she stopped in her tracks when she heard a giggle. I was hoping I could ignore him but I guess that's a no. Kelly took a deep breath and faced the scissor-wielding torture specialist who was sitting on the table, cleaning his 2 foot scissors, one of which was covered in blood, a chunk of flesh snagged between the two blades.

'You're so mean Kelly, walking off without saying hi' dragging out his vowels almost chiming, making him seem childlike and innocence. How exactly is this cutting fetish freak innocent?

'Hello, Mr Tick' Kelly said between clenched teeth, a smile forced on her face, and again she tries to make her way to the kitchen.

'Why don't ya clean my room, it really needs to be washed down. Blood and flesh just gets stuck everywhere and it's a pain to get it out' indicating to the light brown door behind him, a place where Mr Tick can enjoy cutting things, and inflicting punishment using those blades of his, a place no one rarely leaves alive.

'Cook…Not maid…cook. Besides, your kill your spill, you clean it up' she said with a shrug of her shoulder.

'But with those clothes you're the maid aren't you' this wasn't the first time Mr Tick teased the cook about her clothes, but he found Kelly to be quite entertaining. He really did have a lot of respect for the cook, he really did, but she needed to relax more.

Kelly tried being civil. She really did try. Day after day this man had always made wise ass remarks about her clothes, and how she looked like a maid and that she should at least clean the place up. That would end today.

'Why don't I give ya the honour of cutting you up with your precious sisscors' her voice, low and murderous, one blue eye glaring at him while the other was hidden by her thick bangs.

Mr Tick stopped cleaning, his ever smiling face slowly turned to a Halloween pumpkin like grin, his usually closed eyes opening slowly. A thick, black atmosphere surrounding them both, as both their hands itched for their respectable blades. When all of a sudden the door banged open loudly, causing the tension in the room to evaporate as a young lad in a green suit entered.

'Yo Kelly! Ya made any food yet?' he approached the cook, an Italian accent rolling off his tongue, completely unaware that he had stopped a fight from beginning.

'Firo, you bastard! I told ya didn't I? Ya only deserve scraps!' her anger at Mr Tick totally forgotten as another headache came along.

'Come on! I want a proper, cooked meal!' looking up at the cook who was taller than he was.

'Forget it!' whipping her back on him, arms crossed. She really wanted to just head to the kitchen.

'Aww! But ya hafta make a sweet meal for tonight. Ya see Vino's in town and it's been months since we've all seen him'

'Ah..Mr Vino is back in town' Mr Tick asked, he too forgetting about earlier.

While Firo and Mr Tick were talking animatedly about Vino coming back, it dawned on Kelly that finally she could meet the assassin that's renowned throughout the world. Not to mention to see whether she was on par with him like the rumours said.

'Right! Prepare yourself Firo! I'll make the damn best meal ya ever tasted!' clenching her fist in front of her, when it came to cooking she truly was in her element, and much happier which Firo realised. He would always burst in the kitchen and sure she got angry and whatever but she never kicked him out of the kitchen. She didn't mind him staying and he had gotten to know the cook a bit better, not to mention he was subject to many of her sample cooking and sweet treats which he loved.

'Wahooooo' Firo yelled, punching his fist in the air, food always making him excited. Kelly quickly made the Gandors, Firo, and the rest of the family a quick lunch of sandwiches with mozzarella cheese and seasoned ham, with a side dish of fruit salad. Then set to work on making an extravagant meal for dinner. Preparing, washing, cutting, marinating, boiling, seasoning and frying, it wasn't long before a delicious mix of aromas surrounded the kitchen and the corridor outside.

'Working diligently as always' Luck loosened his collar in the heat of the kitchen, he doesn't understand how the cook could enjoy working here.

Kelly turned to Luck, flicking a tendril that fell from her loose, messy bun out of her face, completely immune from the heat of the kitchen despite her many layers of clothes.

'Of course' she said happily with a smile, that made her blue eyes shine like the sky on a hot summer's day, Luck's heart practically skipped a few beats then.

'So, any allergies I should know about your guest tonight?' keeping a keen eye on the frying pan, waiting for the right moment to turn the heat down,

Luck coughed before answering 'Ah with Vino no but he's quite fussy when it comes to food'

'Tough, he's still eating whatever I put down in front of him' her eyes glaring at no one in particular, she hadn't even met the guy and she was getting pissed off with him, Luck had to supress a chuckle but he really hoped that Vino and Kelly wouldn't clash but he could see it happening and it worried him.

'I'll see ya tonight then' walking away, satisfied that he saw the cook's rare look of happiness but he wondered if she'll ever smile like that outside the kitchen,

'Sure thing Boss' giving a nod before turning back on her cooking, it's been about fifteen months now since Kelly agreed to work for the Gandors, and nothing really changed from before, she happily cooked for them, and when requested to off someone she did, she'd save members of the family from certain death, she was now considered as an equal member of the Gandors. Though there was a time a few months back last year when the three brothers didn't trust her, they used the Daily Days to keep an eye on her which annoyed her greatly. It wasn't like she had plans to betray the Gandors but she was a lone wolf who didn't like the idea of being tamed into a domestic work dog for the Gandors. She wasn't part of the family in the same sense the rest of them were, she was using the Gandors as a stepping stone to achieve her dream. But she genuinely did like all the members of the Gandors, sure all of them got on her nerves but she was happy working with them, but they were wrong if they thought they could put a damn leash on her. She had disillusioned the three brothers into believing they had a tight rein on her, but the information company were still following her so she decided to get rid of them.

1929

It was a wintery cold day; Kelly was wearing her white scarf wrapped around her mouth and chin, and her long black trench coat. She was wandering around in Chinatown, seeking a certain information company that uses its newspaper as a front, the company that had been constantly stalking her on the behalf of Luck and for their own benefit as they could get information about her. She wanted to put her stop to the constant trailing. Eventually she found a dingy place, with 'Daily Days' engraved on the above nameplate in messy, sprawled words. She turned her nose up in disbelief that this tiny place had the balls to buy and sell information about the criminal underworld with dangerous organizations surrounding them.

She walked in through the green blue doors, and saw an office, everyone busy at work, printing, reading, editing, phones ringing; it truly was like a bustling newspaper company. Kelly knew better and scanned the room, looking for anything particularly dangerous. They weren't even armed? Yet they're in the information business.

Kelly pulled at her scarf, uncovering her mouth as she approached the front desk when a man with gold yellow hair and brown eyes came out of nowhere.

'Welcome!' he said loudly and happily.

'My name is Nicholas, and I run the English edition desk here' giving a slight bow to the woman, peeking an eye open at her, giving a quick glance over before grinning knowingly.

'My, my, you wouldn't happen to be from the Gandor family?' Kelly faked an act of surprise,

'H-how did you know?'

'Because I'm an employee of the Daily Days newspaper, as information brokers there isn't a single thing we do not know'

'Really? So you aren't a mere newspaper company?' Kelly asked coolly.

'Nope, for example I know you're Kelly Johnson, notorious in the streets for your ice queen beauty and monstrous strength' he countered causally, his lips twisting up deviously.

'Oh?' Kelly leaned over the counter, placing her elbow on it, chin in her hand, smiling seductively,

'What else do you know about me? Her voice soft, and sweet.

Nicholas scratched his nose as an attempt to hide the pink blush on cheeks, it was no lie that she really was a beauty, he coughed, regaining his composure and carried on,

'Twenty two years old, you're half American, half Japanese. A live in maid with an immeasurable talent in cooking. But you're not just a maid; you've killed several people from various other mafia families such as the Runoartas, not to mention rival assassins. Word on the street is you're a top assassin who could be on par with Vino. According to our sources your weapons of choice is a curved blade, a 'tanto' to be more specific which you know is a Japanese dagger'

Kelly was genuinely surprised, they knew a lot of things about her, was Luck feeding information to them? Or did they find all this out themselves. But people think I'm on par with Vino? Interesting. I look forward to meeting him.

'Wow, you do indeed know a lot' then Kelly stopped being playful and turned serious, her face relaxing back into her signature scowl.

'Since ya have everything me, ya can stop following me, and telling Luck each and every little thing I do. I can't breathe with youse on my ass every time I set foot outside' her soft blue eye had turned darker, as she snarled the words at the still smirking Nicholas, who leaned in closer, his conniving brown eyes staring into angry blue.

'That'll be a $1000 dollars' his smirk getting bigger.

'What?' Kelly stepped back, wondering why the asshole in front of her was so confident.

'For that request, it'll cost you $1000 and you will tell me one piece of information about yourself' there was no fear in his eyes despite knowing how dangerous the lady in front of him was.

Kelly slammed her fists on the counter, practically reaching over it and getting extremely close to Nicolas's face,

'Ya think I'm gonna do that ya piece of yellow shi-'she faltered when she heard the numerous sharp sounds of cocking, she looked up to see an army of guns aimed at her, all lock and loaded. She underestimated this place, they were exceptionally well armed. Nicholas smiled at the cook disrespectfully, he used to work for a military intelligence unit and using those skills he was able to teach the employees how to use a gun.

'Excuse us. With the nature of our business, things can get rough' he had the so called maid where he wanted; she had no choice but to leave with her tail between her legs. He was wrong of course, Kelly was just shocked, not scared, which was proven when she reached out and grabbed the front of the blonde man, pulling him close to her face. Her lips were pulled back showing all her white teeth, as she grinned mischievously.

'Yeah but aren't things getting rough between us?' Nicholas was speechless; his mind couldn't think when his eye were being diverted to those plump, pink lips that were whispering to him, sending a shiver down his spine, and the endless sea of midnight blue eyes, not to mention her full breasts flattening across the counter. It was thoroughly distracting.

Kelly answered the question herself,

'It's because right now you're being my shield' and she was right, the employees behind couldn't get a clear shot of the woman, and even if they did, they knew she could move fast enough to move Nicholas's body in front of any incoming bullet.

'Now about my request' her voice lowered more dangerously sinister as a blade pushed under Nicholas's chin, ready to penetrate through the flesh.

'Ya don't call your people off then I'll hafta quit being nice and kill them, my patience is wearing thing now'

Beads of swears was rolling down Nicholas's face but he managed to whisper,

'What do I tell Mr Luck?'

'Tell him two or three of your men died by my hand'

He nodded frantically, he would agree to anything now just to escape with his life. He couldn't believe this woman was the scariest person he ever met; the rumours about her being ruthless were true.

She smiled, and leaned in closer, whispering in his ear,

'Now, here's my end of the deal, one piece of information about me was it? I'm a cook. Not a maid. Got it? So ya better change my street name to killer cook'

'Right' he could see the intensity of her eyes when she stressed the fact she wasn't a maid

Since Kelly got what she came for she let go of Nicholas gently, giving him a wave of thanks and headed outside, her white scarf fluttering behind her.

Nicholas so wanted her dead, how dare the bitch embarrass him in front of everyone, but no matter how angry he felt he had no choice but to call Luck and tell him the deal's off. Which was fair enough he thought, since Luck wasn't giving them any information on the Gandors. So from that day on, no one from the Daily Days followed her, and Luck had no choice but to trust her since he wasn't able to keep an eye on her.

1930

Kelly was taking a break from cooking, smoking outside, leaning against the back door. She couldn't wait to meet this Vino; she's been waiting for this day ever since she heard the rumour that supposedly she could be the one to best him. Well the accurate rumour was she's on par with him but Kelly refuses to believe that. But the timing couldn't be any worst; she had to help Jacuzzi with bootlegging later that evening, yes as bad as it may sound Kelly had become a sort of bootlegger right behind the Gandors' back. Kelly sighed at this dilemma she was in, either she had to stay and wait on the Gandors as she was their only cook, which on the plus side meant she could hopefully have a fight with Vino. But if she was injured or worst died at the hands of Vino, then the brats would be screwed without her. Or, stay and wait on the Gandors, avoid a fight with Vino and go help the brats, but as a consequence miss out the opportunity to fight Vino. It was a problem, a very big problem.

No the real problem was the fact she had become a bootlegger for a random street crew without the Gandors' permission who themselves smuggled alcohol; essentially it meant Kelly was helping a rival. She sighed, her cigarette slowly burning, as wisps of smoke encircled around her, it happened two weeks ago when she agreed to become whatever she became to Jacuzzi's group.

Kelly was on her way back from visiting her grandmother's house; her stomach full from exotic sushi and rice balls which she learnt that day was called 'onigiri'. She was in a good mood since it was her day off where she could get away from the hectic, rowdy base of the Gandors, but as she walked to the next block she realised that she was being followed, she stopped in her tracks, gripping the thick handle of her curved dagger.

'Well? Ain't ya gonna show ya'selves?' and slowly one by one, shadows of people emerged out of nowhere and approached her. She realised they were kids, all frightened of her yet strangely admiring her. A guy with dirty blonde hair stepped up to her, she watched him cautiously while he watched her nervously.

'The Boss wants you to come and meet him!...' he started off like a gangster but ended it lamely with a,

'…if you're not too busy…that is' Kelly had to supress a smile, but she agreed since they had the balls to ask her and she was curious who the Boss was but she had an idea of who it might be. They took her to an abandoned warehouse which was quite a distance away from the Gandors' turf. She entered the dim, spacious warehouse, noticing groups of young people were here and there, all stopping what they were doing and staring at her. She was then approached by a familiar face with a sword tattoo.

'H-hey. It's um me…you..probably don't reme-'

'How could I forget? That was one hell of a day! Ya wanna know how much pain my body was in by the end of the day? Not to mention how much trouble I got in with my boss!'

'Ah…I'm sorry…I'm sorry' the boy was whimpering, on the verge of crying. He wasn't good with people shouting or scolding at him.

Kelly's face softened, her voice became soft, almost comforting,

'Stop apologizing'

'S-Sorry..' trying his hardest to supress his sobbing

'Oi, oi. Come on, a man isn't suppose ta cry'

'Would ya stop bullying him!' the eye patch bomber girl came to his side, comforting him

'It's you' Kelly's expression hardened,

'If anyone should apologise for that time it should be you' Kelly said matter-of-factly

'What! You bitch!' Nice reached into her clothes and grabbed one of her many bombs. Everyone around them ran, knowing that her bombs were no joke.

'You wanna go?' Kelly growled as she pulled at her white scarf.

'W-Wait!'

'Huh?' both females glared at him intensely, at which he promptly fell down under the intensity of their glares. He got up tensely, and looked at the cook who was waiting for him to say something.

'I-I want y-you to j-j-join u-us' his heart beating nervously, wondering if he was going to be killed today.

'Join you? I didn't think youse'd be mafia'

'N-no nothing l-like that, j-just bootleggers'

'I know I'm a cook but I don't know how to make alcohol, I only know how to use it in my meals'

'Y-ya're a c-cook?' doubting the woman.

'Yeah, and nothing else!', taking out a cigarette and placing it in her mouth, a lot of emphasis on 'nothing else' which Nice picked up on, and with a smirk decided to tease the woman.

'Oh? I thought you were a maid' she said coolly

Kelly crushed her unlit cigarette violently under the sole of her foot,

'You're dead bitch!' drawing her blades out.

'Bring it on!' a bomb held up high, aimed at the cook.

'C-C-Calm down!' both females reluctantly discarded their weapons back into their clothes, and turned their attention on Jacuzzi who was flustering.

'A-anyway, i-its good you're a c-cook, b-but I was h-hoping you'll…ya know? B-be there when it g-gets t-tough'

'Ya mean like a bodyguard?'

'S-S-Something l-like that….it'll really help u-us'

'Even though you have Mr Giant over there' glancing back to Donny, who sweat dropped under her dismissive glare.

'B-B-But…we could really do with your help' Jacuzzi pleaded, hoping what Nice and Donny did in the past wouldn't affect her decision.

Kelly reached into her jacket for another cigarette, and with a quick click of her lighter was soon silently smoking on it, the pale white swirls surrounding her and Jacuzzi.

'Sorry' her voice filled with rare compassion, and she promptly turned her back on every dejected face in the warehouse, even Nice was disappointed that the woman refused to help. It would be the last time they ever saw her, or so they thought.

In the late hours of the morning, Jacuzzi and his crew were waiting anxiously in the dark streets of Manhattan; people from Detroit were to pick up their homemade alcohol for use in their speakeasies when all of a sudden they were surrounded by the police. Jacuzzi eyes widened in shock, quickly becoming teary when a figure appeared from the darkness, he was wearing glasses which didn't hide his personal dislike of Jacuzzi. The man was Victor Talbot, an FBI with a personal vendetta against Mafiosi, Cammoristi and other outlaws like assassins and bootleggers.

'Jacuzzi Splot! You are arrested for the illegal manufacturing, smuggling and distributing of alcohol. I would be grateful if you hand yourselves in quickly and quietly' he said calmly and his tone, final.

But Jacuzzi and his gang wouldn't go down so easily, and with the first bomb thrown by Nice all hell breaks loose. The police desperately try and round up the gang of kids but they are pummelled by Donny, or stabbed by Nice and Nick. The kids are winning, pushing through the ring of police and batons. The police then change tactics and they crowd around the isolated Jacuzzi, beating him down and kicking him.

It's not till Nice and the others have escaped to a safe distance when they realise their beloved leader and friend is not there. Nice leads the group back but she's stopped by a black sleeved arm, Nice follows the arm to see a figure in black standing beside her. Nice saw that it was a woman, the black top that wore tight on her torso accentuated her large breasts; black leggings covered her waist down. Wrapped around her head was a familiar white scarf that only covered her mouth and nose, black hair was hiding familiar night blue eyes.

'I'll get him' the voice comes out muffled, Nice's one eye widens in shock, and a tear falls from the corner as she whispers,

'Thank You' the ninja like person nods and bolts in the direction Jacuzzi is.

Jacuzzi lays defeated and in pain on the floor, he can't move and yet the police are still beating him, the man in glasses watching in enjoyment. But he doesn't complain, as long as Nice and the others can get away he's willing to stay here and suffer. Then he hears a yell of pain, and a body topples right before him, he looks up and sees that every police man is down for the count, and then he glances at the ominous figure in black who's looking down at him, the single blue eye glowing eerily in the dark.

'Don't look at me like that, I didn't kill them' an inaudible voice came out from behind the white scarf, but it was somehow familiar.

Bang!

'Villian! How dare you attack them! Reveal yourself you fiend!' the FBI agent with glasses demands, pointing his smoking gun at the still standing black and white ninja who disappears from his sight.

Jacuzzi watches in pure amazement as the woman dodges all the gun shots her way, he'd seen some of those moves before but this was nothing compared to that day, it was like she could guess where the bullets were coming from before it could hit.

Victor fires bullet upon bullet, all missing the black blur, he pulls the trigger for the last time when something plunges deep into his back. As blood trickles from the side of his mouth, another blade scraps along his neck, blood gushes out from both wounds, and the man hits the ground, his glasses smashing in two, and his heart stops beating.

The mysterious person in black carries Jacuzzi on her back and blends into the night, just when pools of red blood recede back to the unmoving body, and the stilled heart starts pumping again.

Meanwhile as soon as the group of delinquents reach the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the Gandors' turf they all collapse one by one. When,

'God damn brats! Why are ya even bootleggers when ya're all so crap at it!' the black figure rips of her white scarf, revealing even whiter skin, her mess of black hair flowing freely down her back when freed from their confines.

Nice answers 'This never happened before' her body filled with gratification that they got to see the cook again.

'But ya ought to be careful! Ever thought to take a precaution?' her arms crossed, chewing angrily on an already placed cigarette.

'S-Sorry' Jacuzzi finally speaks, and then staring at the cook in black he asks,

'W-What were you doing there? I-I mean I'm g-grateful and all, b-but didn't y-ya refuse ta help?'

Kelly opened her to say something but decided against it, quickly turning her to the side, her lips almost pouting around her cigarette, considering what to say.

'I-I just happened to be there is all' mumbling her words, a light pink dusting her cheeks

'Heh…d-dressed like that?' Jacuzzi chuckled, seeing this side of the cook made her seem human.

'…..It was cold' at which the whole warehouse was filled with exhausted laughter.

Kelly's skin was no longer snow white as a deep crimson blush adorned her face, right up to her ears. She was thankful for her thick head of hair, allowing it to fall forward to cover her face. She was smiling faintly when she whispered,

'Shut up, or I ain't gonna help ya' and so she became a bootlegger.

Kelly heaves another sigh, crushing her now dead cigarette beneath the sole of her foot, and returns back to the kitchen, pushing the problem to the back of her mind as she eagerly starts on dessert.

Victor Talbot is one of the original immoratal, he has a cameo in the anime but he has a major role in the novels.
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