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Blood and Smoke	By : krazykiwi16 Category: +. to F > Baccano Views: 1408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kelly walks down the train, still in a daze, not believing that Claire had asked for her hand in marriage without the whole get down one knee malarkey, she would probably have died of embarrassment if he had; she's not one for the whole being lovey-dovey, overly romantic scene.

Jacuzzi had saved Nice and Nick from the black suits but now a maniac with a fearsome weapon was chasing him, and with his machine gun out of ammo, and no way to ignite Nice's bomb he was in trouble. His brain was in overdrive, thinking about how to beat the black suit when he collided with something hard, toppling to the ground. He realises he landed on something soft though, and white like marshmallows then he hears the something below him lets out a huff of annoyance and with a bright red face he gets up on all fours blushing at the scowling cook beneath him. This was the second time he's gotten up close and personal with a woman's bosom, is this cheating? Oh no! Nice cannot know.

'Ah! Kelly! Ya-Ya alright?' W-Where did you go?' he helps her up like the gentleman he is, ignoring her ice blue dagger stare, judging him. He wasn't a pervert. He wasn't!

'Oh..you mean before? To beat up the Rail Tracer but he was boring' she said indifferently, being reminded of the unstable red head.

'B-But your arm is bleeding!' his soft brown eyes opening wider as she was using said arm to rummage into her trousers, looking for her precious smokes.

'He didn't do this, anyway why the hell ya in a rush? Its the end of the line that-away' still digging in her pockets, praying the worst has not happened.

'Y-Yeah we got a s-situation' he says nervously when Kelly notices an orange flare reflecting in Jacuzzi's face that wasn't crying for once. She frowns, thinking it was too soon for the sun to come up, but when she feels the heat she grabs Jacuzzi's collar, vaulting over the long line of flames that was heading in their direction. She lands expertly on her feet, dropping the spluttering and dizzy Jacuzzi who was at a lost at what happened, one second a dragon's breath of fire was heading towards them and then he was in the air spinning. Kelly ignores Jacuzzi's flustering and panicking, and observes her new opponent.

A black suit, with a flame thrower, not something one sees every day.

'Really? Ya couldn't have picked a better enemy than this one?' her eyebrow rose, turning to Jacuzzi who shrugs nervously, mumbling a word of apology.

'Oh…a white suit? What an attractive specimen of a woman. You must be another trial' the man eyes her up and down, lingering on her chest for an extra second or so before realigning his weapon at them.

Jacuzzi and Kelly slowly inch back, as the flame thrower wielding black suit steps forward, smiling confidently.

'A woman and a young punk….how ridiculous', he scoffs scornfully. Kelly grits her teeth together, craving for a cigarette, annoyed that two boxes were already used up. I swear down I ain't been smoking that much.

Then out of nowhere, Isaac and Miria are soaring through the sky, their screams stopping and restarting as if they've been on the end of the rope for a long time now.

'Issac….Mirira….what are you doing?' Jacazzi asks, unsure as to what he was seeing, he knew they had a few screws loose, but to end up in a situation like that. Crazy.

'….They never listen' Kelly says, unsurprised that they ended up like that, probably because she doesn't really care as her mind was currently fixated on nicotine, and she merely jumps over the rope that attempts to knock them off their feet as the couple disappear over the train however the black suit slams to the floor while Jacuzzi talks about strategy.

'Kelly, h-how do we win? I-I have this bomb, but I have nothing to light it with!'

'Here' the cook tosses her own gold lighter to him, and she takes a step forward watching the black suit like a hunter.

'I'll deal with that unfair advantage he's got against us' and prepares to lunge forwards when her wrist is grabbed once again and she turns her head back to the strong-minded Jacuzzi.

'I-I'm not stupid. You're being the bait aren't ya?'

'If ya know that then don't falter kid!' facing the kid properly, slapping a hand on his shoulder, giving him a genuine smile. Jacuzzi blushes, thinking how the smile was akin to a shining sun which was weird because he had thought Kelly was more a person of darkness. He feels braver as his heart pumps more blood, filling his body with adrenaline and nods. Kelly nods back, and slips out her last curved blade, and bolts forward as the man stands up, sliding past him and stabbing into the thick metal canister, the blade screeches as it cuts through the iron, fuel leaks out. Kelly goes to leave but her curved blade is stuck; she curses her carelessness as she's too late to the dodge the giant nozzle that whacks her with such force she flies off the train, she sees Jacuzzi propelling forward head butting the man over and over again. She closes her eyes lightly, knowing she would survive the plummeting fall, even if she lost a limb or two she was determined to live, the air whips around her and then she feels a warm weight behind her back, arms sweeping under her, holding her bridal style and her feet lands on solid ground. She opens her eyes to see an infuriating flash of white teeth, dark brown eyes and a blood drenched skin.

'Claire' she breathes, so quiet it disappears in the roar of the wind. With that mad, broken yet beautiful smile he brushes across Kelly's cheekbones tenderly, the same hands that tear through flesh with no restraint as her heart starts drumming at his touch. She would have liked to bury her hands in his maroon curls, stroking the soft skin on the back of Claire's neck but she was in an awkward position where both her arms were held above her, wrists held together with red ribbon. She was hanging from a piece of metal that stuck over the conductors' carriage door, which usually held the bell where the conductor would ring it to announce the train's departure.

'You can untie me now' Kelly dropped her endearing blush and angrily snapped at him, she didn't like being in such a vulnerable situation where she couldn't take the lead. She slowly lifts a leg to swing a kick but Claire sees it coming and pins the lithe woman against the cold metal door, burying his face into the crook of the pale neck, pressing into her.

'Think of this as punishment' nuzzling his nose into the soft black tresses that curl down her neck, letting his lips skim lightly over creamy flesh, Kelly rolls her head to the left giving him more access which pleasantly surprises him, and a grind of her hips against his does wonders to his awakening manhood.

'And why am I being punished for? I've been a good girl ya know' she asks almost cheekily, enjoying the sensual touches.

Claire chuckles, and licks up the side of her neck,

'For a good number of things' his voice seductively low, sending shivers of pleasure down Kelly's spine. He leaves a trail of saliva down her jaw, licking the smudges of blood, nibbling at her throat, thankful the bow is currently wrapped around the girl's wrists.

'You've been careless, you've gotten yourself shot, stabbed and thrown off' the train speeds along the tracks as both adults are in their own bubble of time lost in the other's touches, ignoring the third monster coming aboard as the bulging red liquid mass rides over the carriage in a creepy manner.

'Hardly my fault' Kelly growls, her eyes closed as Claire nudges her head to the other side wanting to taste every inch of skin that he could. They pay no attention to the big explosion on the roof of the train, as the only sounds they hear are their heavy breathing laced with hushed moans and barely there whimpers. Claire continues nipping, licking and sucking on the cook's neck, earning the most delicious needy noises from the normally composed cook, he then finds her racing pulse point and immediately bites and sucks on it. He moves back to admire his work, thrilled with the large, dark mark on her neck, and moves in for the main course when….

'I'VE GOT A GUN IN MY HEART' and a body falls behind Claire to the tracks, the black suit's container of fuel hits the metal train tracks triggering an explosion of fire and heat, burning and scorching. Claire covers the cook's body with his, shielding her from the flames however they both remain unharmed when the fires die down. Claire clicks his tongue and leans towards the blushing girl when he hears a cough above, both he and Kelly look up and see Jacuzzi hanging from the edge of the carriage, who's looking down at them in shock.

Jacuzzi blinks, surprised to see the cook in quite a compromising situation, especially with someone who was drenched in blood. He thinks Kelly is in trouble but the expression on her face says otherwise, not to mention he can see her white leg slinked round the man's waist, as if she was pulling the man closer to her, it was an awkward moment. Even more awkward when Nice also gawks at the unbelievable scene, and both couples stare at each other.

Claire's the first to break the silence,

'Oi! A little privacy here, ya guys are a couple too right? So, ya should understand' rather than being scared of the man who was covered in blood they both blush at his words, and they leave hastily. Kelly was absolutely mortified that they had seen her in such an embarrassing, humiliating situation.

'Ya bastard! Ya couldn't wait could you!' but Claire pays no attention to her as he picks up from where he left off, his hand sliding up the white covered thigh, and around to cup a perfectly toned ass and he leans forward for the crème de la crème. Nipping at her pouty lips before capturing them in a deep kiss, their tongues battling against each other, fighting for control, devouring the other as their salvia mixes together to form a unique flavour of nicotine, strawberries, vanilla and an added punch of coppery blood. They break the seal of their lips long enough to gasp for another breath, before delving their tongues back into the other's mouth for another sizzling kiss. Kelly was succumbing to the man's every whim and she wanted him. Now. She rocks her hips against the glaringly obvious, conveying with her body what her occupied mouth could not say and Claire moans in her mouth from her harsh teasing, heat coiling down there. He bites her tongue in payback, earning an enjoyable moan from her, he could not wait to have his cook under him, but sadly the train was nearing it's destination, and they would have to end it here. Against his own urges he unties the red ribbon around her wrists, and pulls back, gazing at his girl and gives a chaste kiss on her soft, swollen lips.

'This carries on in Manhattan' he whispers in her ear, and her heart squeezes in delight, but she pretends to act coy.

'Meh…sure' shrugging a shoulder, as she snatches the ribbon from his hand and straightens her clothes, tying a perfect bow under collar and fixes her hair. It's the second time she feels cheated, it was unfair that the dangerous man was irresistible, and such a goddamn tease. As he leaves, similar thoughts running through his mind too, it annoyed him he couldn't take the cook there and then, she was such a tease. Kelly enters the train through the conductor's room where the night started for her, and she heads back to the dining car, beating down any white or black suits that got in her way as tobacco wasn't the only thing she was craving now.

Before the Flying Pussyfoot could stop at Manhattan Station, it was first stopped by police and ambulances, and all the passengers and luggage was transferred to a new train. After all that, the train had finally arrived in Manhattan, everyone left the train all sombre and quiet, it had been quite roller-coaster of a ride for everyone. Kelly and Claire left the train station after receiving their pay checks, Kelly was no longer in her blood stained chef's suit, her right arm and her ribs were wrapped in bandages. She wore a pleated knee length, black skirt, and a plain black top underneath a soft black leather jacket and her long legs covered in black stockings and long black boots. While Claire was clean and wearing black trousers, a black turtleneck with an open trench coat. They stood outside; waiting for the three Gandors to meet them, Kelly approaches them.

'Yo! Luck, ya got any smokes?' she had gone far too long without nicotine, she felt like she was going go through withdrawal symptoms any moment now.

'Kelly, glad you're okay' Luck hands her a box of cigarettes; he knew that the cook goes through several packets a week.

'Ya guys work for the train, what are you doing out here already?' Berga asks, glaring down at the cook, not happy she was alive.

Claire merely shrugs a shoulder and walks off, the four follow behind.

'Now, let's get going. First of all who should I kill? I only got a little exercise last night, so I'm a little rusty. I want a job where I can go all out for a change'

'Like ya didn't go all out last night, cherry top' Claire's heart skips a beat but he carries on walking as the cook torches the tip of a cigarette, inhaling her beloved fumes.

'Anyways, let's finish this up quick, we need our alone time and we might get married soon-Ouch!' an angry, blushing Kelly had kicked him squarely in his back, knocking him forward a few steps but he didn't fall.

'Ya always spouting shit! Why I oughta-!' Luck holds the woman back, as the other two sigh, all three brothers had never understood their relationship. It was too crazy, too violent.

'Right, calm down Kelly. You okay Claire? Good, now listen you two. Gustoavo of the Runoratas wants to take over our territory, and those bastards have declared war on us, they even ordered a hit on me'

A shadow of darkness flashes in both Claire's and Kelly's eyes, both already keen to exact revenge on the people who dare hurt their friend.

'I want you two to go show them what it means to go up against the Gandors! Soon they will realise that we are a family that they cannot easily take down'

'Of course, we're a family of monsters' Kelly grins around the end of her cigarette, flicking hair over her shoulder.

'Ya can count on us' Claire was pleased to be working with Kelly; it had been a while since they last went on a job together.

'Be careful' Luck whispers as Kelly and Claire walk off, making preparations.

'It's annoying how we're surrounded by couples now' Berga comments, thinking about Keith and his wife, Firo and Ennis and his friends Isaac and Miria. Not to mention Claire and Kelly.

'Also none of them are exactly a normal couple either' Luck says under his breath.

Two days after the Flying PussyFoot incident, two shadows were loitering outside an abandoned house, inside were members of the Runoratas, the people who were behind the circulation of drugs on the Gandors' turf; and this couldn't slide as the three brothers had always had an aversion to drugs.

The two silhouettes loved these missions, the adrenaline rush it gave and they were good, so damn good at it. Claire pushed through the door, the loud creaking alerting the men inside to the presence of two figures dressed in black, who soundlessly walked in.

'Ya step back, I'll handle this' Claire winds his shoulder round a few times before cracking his knuckles, his blood lust swirling around him as his startling red eyes shone in the darkness, staring at the men before him.

'Why don't ya step back, ya had way more fun than I did on the Flying PussyFoot' shining blue eyes narrowed darkly at Claire, as Kelly lights a cigarette, the tip glowing in the darkness of the house.

Kelly flicks the ashes to the ground, and she's off. Lighting fast she's on the tall, lean man who stands head of the group before them, she sweeps his legs and in the same movement, round-house kicks him into the wall behind him, knocking the man unconscious. A man comes from behind her but Claire is already there, his hands tearing through soft flesh, breaking bone, ripping the man apart, already showering himself with blood. Two men surround them, Claire twists into a sudden, low stance, and Kelly whirls past him without missing a step, taking their opponents simultaneously, yet differently.

Claire and Kelly don't need to discuss strategy or catch each other's eye. They simply fight together. Claire watches Kelly, his lips curved into a victorious smile, and he grins wider when he sees Kelly looking, she too smiling. They were powerful, surpassing other humans, and they both knew it. Claire flies off, continuing his rampage of blood baths while Kelly turns on her heel, facing another man who stood almost regally before her and Kelly curls her lips into an almost animalistic, grin, this man was different from the others, he was exuding power.

The blonde man draws a long elegant saber from a sheath on his hip, Kelly's heart pounds in excitement, as she draws two curved daggers and moves in to cut at the man's face. As a long line of blood weeps from the cut, Kelly dances out of the way as the saber slices towards her midsection, a ripping sound tells her that she needs to move faster the next time, and she barely blocks a strike that aims for her neck, her two daggers crossed to catch the blade. He was good, but not good enough as she easily manoeuvres the saber to the side and she strikes out with a black booted foot, the powerful kick catches the blonde hard in the head, flinging him back, but not before Kelly swipes at air with her curved blade. The blonde falls to the ground, dead, as blood streams from his open neck, but Kelly suddenly dives hard away from her current position tucking and rolling back onto her feet. Facing another man who holds a gun, its barrel smoking, he goes to pull the trigger again when a black clothed arm pierces through his chest, destroying his heart, and the man is limp.

'You're being careless' Claire slides his arm out of the man, letting him fall to the ground when a curved knife sails past Claire's cheek, puncturing into the forehead of the man behind Claire who was about to plunge a knife into him. Claire's eyes turn murderous and angry, and with no mercy he grabs the knife and pulls it down. Hard. Splitting the man's face in two.

It's over. This should send a strong enough message that the Gandors were not to be messed with.

'Heh. Who's being careless?' Kelly lights up another cigarette.

'My bad' he turns his eyes to stare hard at the woman, an overwhelming desire for contact rushes through his body. He never got bored of watching the enchanting cook fight, it always caused his body to tingle with pleasure, even now just watching her stand there causally smoking a cigarette was sending shivers down his back, imagine what one touch of hers would do.

Kelly could feel his eyes on her, looking at her like she was some sort of meal and she knew that look but no much how much she wanted it, she needed to visit Jacuzzi who was keeping low since the police was searching him and his crew and she'd rather she didn't do that on her day off which was tomorrow.

'I've got a day off tomorrow, so I'll see ya then. I need to see someone now' she ignores the intensity of his stare and tousles his sticky, blood drenched hair before leaving the house through the open doors.

'Ya ain't getting a day off tomorrow' Claire calls out to her; a small playful smile appears on Kelly's lip, she knew exactly what Claire was getting at there.

'Really? This is coming from the one who sleeps forever after three rounds' she tosses over her shoulder, still walking off, hands in her pockets. She was probably digging her own grave here but she was looking forward to tomorrow.

'Then we're agreed. No one's sleeping tomorrow'

Kelly waves a dismissive hand, and disappears into the darkness.

A dark smirk was on his face as his eyes were filled with a different type of blood-lust want, a more passionate than murderous aura.

Man, he really did have a good catch.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow.
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