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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 was still in the kitchen, adding the final touches as she used her artistic flair to arrange the food on dinner plates. While in the large hall of a dining room the three Gandors and Firo were enjoying the company of Vino, a red haired man with dark brown eyes, who also went by the name Claire Stainfield. Childhood friends with Firo, and considered the fourth brother to the Gandors, Vino felt right at home with them, it was the only place where people knew the man behind the monster and treated him as an equal human, sure he could be a blood thirsty sadistic devil at times but he too wanted to have some normal conversations at times.

They all sat there exchanging words, laughing, the occasional semi violent banter between Berga and Vino till their table was approached by a trolley with delicious aromas transpiring around it. Pushing the food trolley was a woman donning a white shirt with an apron covering her white trousers, a red ribbon bow tie snug under her collar, messy flicks of black hair riding down her back. Kelly arched an eyebrow in confusion as none of the Gandors paid any attention to her when normally they would introduce her to any guest of theirs. Firo was the only one who was acknowledged her existence while the red haired man didn't seem to realise she was there. Kelly smiled slyly as she realised their true intention, so they don't want me clashing with Vino, heh but it's inevitable that we will fight, sooner or later.

Kelly stood beside the man she believed was Vino, placing a plate of creamy; slightly spiced carbonara spaghetti, served alongside pork sausages in a red wine, pepper sauce before him. But he ignored those overwhelming smells, when the scent of tobacco, ginger spices and a slight sweetness grabbed his attention, making him feel suddenly nostalgic and giving him a weird euphoric rush throughout his body. He drew his eyes to the woman, whose endless pool of dark blue eyes locked on to his eyes, taking his breath away. He knew those eyes. Kelly herself also experienced a truly bizarre moment when she gave Vino his food; there was a moment where everyone disappeared from the room, leaving just her and Vino, gazing into each other's eyes, both hearts fluctuating for a mere second. Kelly was the first to break the eye contact as she clicked her tongue, and gave Firo his plate of food, feeling very muddled at what happened.

Firo who was unaware of the Gandors' intentions not to introduce cook and assassin piped up,

'Vino!' tugging at his arm and pointing at the cook, 'this is Kelly! You're gonna absolutely love her food! It's the best!' and he digs in happily.

Luck notices Vino's attention shift to Kelly, and he tries to get the cook out of there,

'Hey Kelly, mind getting some parmesan cheese'

Kelly felt her body burning from the intense stare Vino was giving her but she didn't falter, she was waiting for him to provoke her, or a chance to provoke him.

'Boss, there's some on the table' completely clueless to what Luck actually wanted as Luck saw Claire's eyes get darker, the wheels clicking in his head as he realises who the cook really was.

'Then get me that other cheese'

'Which oth-'

'Now Kelly' Luck gave her a hard look, a look that says 'get the fuck out of here!' Reluctantly Kelly turns tail while Vino places both his elbows on the table top, his fingers overlapping resting his chin on them, watching the cook with murderous blood lust. He heard of this cook, sure she was an ally since she too worked for the Gandors but he hated the rumours going round. Rumours that stated she was possibly better than him, someone who wasn't needed in his world, his hunger to destroy overriding the thoughts that screamed that he once knew this busty, scowling broad.

With a move of his elbow he dropped the plate of carefully prepared food to the floor, knowing it would bait the cook the fight him and he was right when Kelly twitched at the crash and stopped in her tracks, fuming.

'What are you doing?' Luck gave a nervous glance to the cook who hadn't turned around yet.

'I doubt this mediocre, amateur cook can make anything that will excite my taste buds' the room was in a hushed silence, even the happy go lucky Firo knew things were getting serious. Any moment now, there will be bloodshed. It was so quiet that they could hear the scrap of the cook's thumb on a lighter, the hiss of a flame, and the first deep inhale of smoke, white swirls curling lazily into the air, and she finally faced the table, her blue eyes simmering with fury.

'Ya wanna die? Huh? Cherry top!' drawing out the word 'cherry top', her voice laced with venom, smoke blowing out through her flaring nostrils.

Luck groaned, he knew these two would clash but he didn't think take any precautions to stop it. He had hoped that they actually wouldn't but he was wrong. Firo watched, his eyes widening, he had always liked watching Vino and Kelly fight so to see these two go up against each other was exciting. Keith was silently eating his meal, and Berga was grinning evilly, delighted that the girl was going to learn a lesson in fear.

Vino smirked darkly and stood up slowly, his eyes becoming red, glowing eerily like he was possessed by a demon.

'Ya dumb broad, do ya know who the hell ya're talking ta?' he was now standing a few feet away from the cook, an enormous wave of killing intent threatening the cook. The four men behind Claire noticed his seriousness but the cook either didn't care or was too dumb to recognise the danger she was in. Berga decided to go for the latter.

Kelly leaned on one leg, waving her hand derisively at him and in a deadpan tone said, 'I don't really care who or what you are, I'm just waiting for my apology, cherry top'

Another flash of anger brightened Claire's eyes, and Luck saw Claire's back bunching up, ready to pounce at the woman.

'Kelly! Claire! I advise that you both let this go' he tried getting involved.

Claire had no intention to let this woman off alive, while the cook looked past Claire, and putting hands on her hips she said with all the confidence in the world 'I ain't gonna die' and with that Luck stopped worrying even though he knew how dangerous Claire was, but somehow those words comforted him and he knew Kelly would be okay.

'Oh? Is that so? We'll see about that' and he was gone, propelling towards the cook who smirked, biting on her cigarette she gripped his arm and she flipped over him, which she did with ease in the spacious room, and twisting mid-air she kicked him hard in the back, sending him flying into the book shelf on the other side of the room. The room was stunned into silence, as Kelly pulled her leg back down, her apron fluttering, thick locks of hair spiralling around her.

She reached behind and pulled at one of the white strings there and untwined the bow of her apron, throwing it off as the now enraged assassin pushed forward when a knife swished by his cheek, hitting the wall behind him. He stopped in his tracks as the cook was grinning darkly around her cigarette, she missed on purpose? Why that bitch! Claire mirrored the cook's smirk he was really enjoying himself as he watched the cook tossing a second knife causally in her hand like she was playing catch by herself before grasping the handle and flying at him, prepared to kill.

Claire knocks her arm away, and the knife clatters to the floor and pulling his arm back he prepares to rip into her stomach but Kelly bends backwards, dodging the incoming human knife, high kicking Claire in the jaw as she handsprings backwards away from him. Claire hisses in pain, rubbing his jaw. An acrobat too? Their fighting styles were too similar, both flexible and athletic not too mention the cook had blinding speeds.

He vaulted into the air, aiming a kick at the cook but he's halted by her forearm and she doesn't even break a sweat.

'Hoh? Ya sure got strong arms, ya sure ya're a broad?' pulling his leg away, when Kelly huffed through her cigarette and she twisted, swinging a roundhouse kick at Claire who flew back, evading the incoming kick.

They were evenly matched, actually the busty broad was better but that couldn't be possible. The only girl who ever beat him was…his mind halted there as he gawked at the woman in front of him, the gears whirling in his head and then it hits him like a two by four, how could he forgotten? An electric shock sizzled through Vino as his eyes glazed over his childhood friend from long ago, who had now become an even more mature, stunningly beautiful woman. She hadn't changed at all so why did it take so long for me to recognise her?

Her hair was still ebony black; though it had grown longer it was still an attractive mess of curls and waves. She always had a killer rack but Vino liked to believe that her breasts had gotten bigger. Her skin was still milky, luscious white, with those seductive blossom pink lips that looked soft as they closed around the end of a cigarette. Then those darker than the blue sky eyes that were akin to the warm sun that shone in summer, and held the same endless quality as the sky around it. Always drawing him in, he couldn't believe Kelly was here, standing before him.

'So ya finally recognise me Claire?' Kelly asked flicking the ash from her cigarette in Claire's direction.

'Eh? Ya knew? When?' Claire asked, bewildered.

Kelly placed her cigarette back in her mouth,

'How could I forget your red hair? Not to mention ya were like always around me, irritating the hell outta me' Kelly furrowed her brows in annoyance.

'Hold up! You two know each other?' Berga interrupted, reminding the two former acrobats of the others. Kelly sighed and turned to the men.

'Sadly…yes' arms crossed, ignoring the hammering of her heart from the presence of the man behind her.

'Wow..I know ya said you were from the circus but I didn't think it would be the same one as Claire's. Talk about coincidence'

Luck turned his attention to Firo; Luck had no idea that Kelly used to live in a circus and was surprised that he knew.

'Yup…two years older than me but I always ended up babysitting him. He was completely useless' glancing back at the Claire who had stood beside the cook watching her closely. He knew that while they had happy memories of living at the circus there was a time where it became hell, especially for Kelly. Still, it hadn't sunk in that here she was, right before him casting another enchantment on him, alluring him to her.

Kelly shrugs her shoulders, 'well I'll send the maid to clear that up, you guys go ahead and eat, and I'll be back with dessert' she looked at Claire who caught her look, instantly knowing what to do.

'I'll go with ya, sorry about before' following after the cook, a beaming smile that stretched from ear to ear.

'Ya never really respected my cooking to be honest' Kelly said straightforwardly.

'heh…really…no don't seem to recall that' the odd pair headed out of the dining room, and down the corridor to the kitchen. Luck hoped it was just to catch up, he thought he saw Claire look at the cook with endearment, suggesting he had feelings for her. It's probably one sided. He couldn't imagine the cook going for someone like Claire, no offence to him of course.

Once in the kitchen, Kelly indicated Claire to sit on a high stool, while she prepared dessert of Japanese pancakes with a smooth custard filling, drizzled with raspberry sauce beside him. There was no much to be said neither was sure where to start, but Claire took the initiative,

'I thought ya wanted ya own restaurant? Don't ya want it anymore?' curious how the cook landed herself in with the Gandors.

Kelly frowned, and with a light huff said 'believe me I tried, I was working in all these proper high class restaurants but for something reason or another I'd get fired so I couldn't put enough dosh together. Then I met Luck and he said I could get my own restaurant if I worked as a cook for the mafia'

Claire chuckled he could understand why she'd get fired, but his face softened as he remembered the cook wasn't always this short tempered lioness but that disappeared instantly as he teased the cook,

'The mafia scene does suit you, but what's with the maid outfit?' well it didn't look like one now what with the apron disposed of in the dining room.

'Ask Luck that' her teeth gritted in irritation.

Then there was silence, Kelly herself wasn't sure what to ask the man beside her and so just concentrated on dessert being deliberately slow. Claire found himself stumped, he wanted to catch the girl's attention but didn't know what to say but there was something important he wanted to know. He wondered if the other still felt the same as she did that day less than ten years ago.

'Are you still mine?' Kelly's heart squeezed slightly, and she accidently added a thick dollop of raspberry sauce over the pancakes, she clicked her tongue in annoyance but she wasn't sure what to say.

'Even after all these years you're still like that huh? Why do ya reckon I belong to ya?' Kelly asked testily.

Claire smiled at the feathery brush of pink that appeared on her cheeks, it was giving him a hidden pleasure to see such a cute reaction like that but he was confused why she asked him that, she accepted so easily back then to be his.

'Ya remember the first day I ya?'

Kelly remembered vaguely it was raining and she had agreed to bring the lost Claire back with her to the circus.

'Yeah I do'

Claire smiled when he recalled the sweet memory,

'When I first saw ya, spinning round in the rain ya caused a mess of emotions in me. Then walking back to the circus I decided then that I wanted ya. I feel helpless and powerful around ya' pointing a finger in Kelly's direction. 'All these years I've thought of no one but ya and don't ya think it's fate pulling us together letting us meet again after all these years'

Then with a smile filled with confidence he added 'This world is mine and so if there's something I want, I seek to have it and make sure I do' he titled his head to the side to look at Kelly who was staring at Claire, her face almost as red as Claire's hair as her heart thumps wildly at everything Claire had said.

'Are ya still mine?' she blurts out before slapping a hand over her mouth, cheeks blazing.

'Yes' no hint of hesitation, his eyes dark with resolve, the corners of his lips twitching up at how adorable she was being. Kelly could cope in a fight, one on one or a group fight. She could go up against a person with a gun and win. Hell she could handle cooking the most difficult of dishes. But she couldn't handle the intensity of his love for her, and turned back to her pancakes that were being over prepped.

'Then…yeah I'm still yours…half of me anyway' she mumbles inaudibly, but Claire heard it and his heart starts beating ecstatically but he arches an eyebrow about one thing.

'Half?

'….It kinda pisses me off to be yours completely' she grumbles, brushing her slightly dishevelled hair over her shoulder but a small smile was playing on her lips which he caught and he unconsciously stood up and found himself scooting closer to the cook. Who was still trying to fix the -over raspberry drizzled- pancake. Claire was in a really good mood, he got to meet his childhood love, and he was elated to find that she was still his, it was getting too much but he wanted something else.

Finally he had closed in well enough that he saw the girl become aware of his presence and her midnight blue eyes slid their gaze to look Claire in the eye, and he could count each of her absurdly long eyelashes. He brought a hand and cupped her face, her eyes widened as he planted a deep kiss against her soft strawberry pink lips. At the unpredicted action her cheeks rapidly blushed to a deep crimson, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to pull away, but was surprised when she didn't want to. Claire was kissing her hard, unyielding against her own lips. His lips were hot against her own, very possessive as his head tilted forward, deepening the kiss as his tongue was halfway down Kelly's throat. Violent, bruising, a clash of teeth and open mouths as Kelly grips Claire's shoulders, joining in as her whole body throbs in a hunger she has never felt before, she couldn't keep up, even though she desperately wanted to carry on. She hadn't seen the man for nine years, and in less than 60 minutes she concluded that the man was malicious, charming and unexpected but she was oddly drawn to that.

Claire was in heaven, he was enjoying his time tasting the girl, his tongue moving around so swiftly, locking and twining around Kelly's tongue. She was delicious and addicting, in an instant she had become his tobacco, and was soon craving for more, he pulled at the slender hips, deepening the kiss even further. A hand lay against her waist, and he slowly raised it up, feeling the muscular yet slim body beneath her clothes and soon enveloped one of her perfect breasts in his palm, he then pulled back, panting lightly, his eyes glazed with desire as he murmured smoothly and seductively to the heavily panting, red faced cook,

'Ya can have all of me' it only happened a few minutes ago but in Kelly's desire filled brain that conversation happened years ago. She had never felt anything like this, and she wanted more of the man, her fingers twirled into the hair on the back of his neck as Claire drew closer, nuzzling against Kelly's neck, smelling such an enticing scent along her skin, he stopped rubbing her breast and reached for the bow, dying to see more skin when…

A knock on the door sprang them apart, Claire bounded to the other side of the room , while the cook went to sink, her back facing the door just in time for Firo to enter,

'Kelly! Ya said you'll be back with dessert!' a pout on his face,

'Sure thing Firo, just go back there and I'll bring it along' she said softly with a hint of tiredness.

'Oh Claire if ya done here ya should come back, Mr Tick wants ta see ya' ignoring Claire's own pink blush.

'Sure' and the door closed, leaving Kelly alone in the kitchen or so she thought.

Kelly let out a shaky breath, her cheeks were aflame, and her heart was beating furiously. She couldn't believe that they were doing 'that' in the kitchen. She jumped when she felt hot, misty breath across the back of her neck, through her hair. Her waist was encircled by strong arms as soft lips bushed against the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck, teeth gazing. Then her back was pulled flush against the assassin's chest when a kiss was placed on her temple, a face nuzzling into the side of her head, a low, husky voice trickling into her ear,

'You're no else's but mine' he lets go and with those words Kelly wanted the man, twirling around she grabbed the man's elbow but when his surprised dark brown eyes met hers she was at a sudden loss at what to do, she also remembered she had the bootlegging job to do. Damn.

'I-I've got an errand to run….but you can s-stay at my a-apartment…ask Luck for the address' she was looking everywhere but at Claire.

Claire swayed a bit, bringing a hand to hide his face, chuckling, she might have well said, 'Claire I want you to make love to me'.

'Heh. What kinda pick up line is that?' he said quietly, as he buckled to his knees on the tiled floor.

'Claire?' Kelly knelt before him before she was tackled to the floor, the man embracing her waist; head snuggled between her plump breasts. He was quivering in happiness and contentment, he really couldn't believe this was happening after years of waiting, searching and yearning for his soul mate.

Kelly sat up on her elbows looking at the man in her chest with a rare look of longing, she had always wanted to see Claire and now her wish came true, she softly tousled the special red sea of hair, before gripping a fistful of his hair and playfully pulled his head up.

'Pervert' she said coolly at him, a smirk on her face. Claire had a gleeful smile, and getting up on all fours he leaned his face closer to hers.

'I've been waiting for ya forever' giving a soft, chaste kiss on her lips before getting up and reluctantly leaving the cook alone in the kitchen. He desired for more but he waited nearly ten years, he could wait an hour or two. He skipped back to the dining hall, humming merrily, while Kelly prepared the trolley with the dessert, humming softly.
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