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Amore di Morte
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Bleach › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
903
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own bleach or any of its characters. I make no money for writing this.
Amore di Morte
AN; For explanation to the numbers beside some of the words, such as [1},[2]. See the footnotes at the end of the chapter.
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It was late nighttime in Palermo. But even so, the city didn't sleep. And in the local Nightclubs there were still plenty of service, in the form of alcohol, food and entertainment. Cognome da Fanciulla[1], albeit small and simple had its own charm. However, few were those who would ever get to know that.
Outwardly. The club would seem like any other, the only difference being that it seemed to be booked for a select group of people. With only members of the group being permitted inside. Few were those who knew just what kind of club it was, and truth be told. Everyone who knew would hardly ever tell anyone.
The reason for this, was pretty simple. Cognome da Fanciulla was infact the primary meeting-place for the Jaegerjaquez family, one of the most prominent Mafia families of Palermo, and as such, it was affected by Omertà, the code of silence. Anyone who knew of this, and spoke of it to anyone who weren't meant to hear would quickly mysteriously vanish.
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Grimmjow, was naturally one of those select members that was allowed to visit the club in question. He had always found it strangely relaxing, and it was with good reason that he visited it as often as he did. Including himself, there were four people present at his table, Edrad Liones, Yylfordt Granz and finally Nakeem Greendina. All of those three were Caporegimes, they each headed their own crew. Two of which operated with gambling, except for Yylfordt Granz, who was one of the most successful Loan Sharks of the family.
Grimmjow felt a twinge of envy at their statuses. He himself were ranked above them, as the Capo Bastone, more commonly known as the Underboss. Not to mention that he was the only son of the Don himself. Who just happened to be abit too overprotective of Grimmjow. Atleast after his mother had suddenly dissapeared twelve years ago.
Grimmjow brushed his thoughts aside as he reached dowm for the slender stem of full wine glass at the table before him. Reaching it up to his mouth to take a sip. he was then hindered by a large hand that separated the glass from his lips. Puzzled at this, he turned to the owner of mentioned hand, Edrad. Who made a quick gesture towards the glass before speaking "Sir, we have to check the liquid of any poison, drugs and the likes. Just in case" Grimmjow groaned, it was a stupid safety measure put in part by his dad. However, unable to discuss the matter he reached the glass out to get its contents inspected by Yylfordt. Who poured some of its contents into a tiny glass with some weird chemical beverage. Upon mixing with this, the wine showed a clear color, proving that it was infact harmless.
Pleased by this, Grimmjow took a long sip of the wine, and turned his attention to the entertainment. Which consisted of a pretty young donna[2] with long blonde hair and dark skin. Dancing atop a stage, her features were truly pleasant to look at. Most men would undouptly drool at the sight of her, heck. Nakeem and Edrad sure did, albeit Edrad did it with more stealth. Grimmjow on the other hand, hardly cared one way or another, there was really nothing besides her looks that sparked his interest the slightest. He therefore didn't notice that the music had stopped and that the woman in question was making her way towards their table. His three subordinates stared wide eyed at her graceful form. When she stopped before their table, they had long since stopped to make any effort of concealing their apparant lust. Grimmjow however decided to make a point of not looking at her, he intead focused on the empty seat right opposite of him, and sipped his wine gently.
The woman then finally spoke "Did you enjoy my show.. boys?" although asked in plural form the question was undouptly directed at Grimmjow alone. Who finally decided that he couldn't ignore her any longer. "'Eh? Well, I suppose it was a decent performance." Like hell he'd tell her that he'd watched her like a hawk from the corners of his eyes. Addmittingly, she was prettier up close than from afar.
Grimmjow turned to the three Caporegimes, who were completely taken in by the dancers charm. As the woman turned to them, Nakeem mannaged to stutter forth an insecure "W-we liked your performance v-very much!" The woman regarded them chillingly for a short moment before she walked closer to Grimmjow, putting a tanned hand on his shoulder before she leaned down to his ear. Whispering softly "If you disliked my performance, Sir Jaegerjaquez, it'd be best for me to give you a reason to rethink your opinions. Trough, lets say.. a show in private, perhaps?" Grimmjow quirked an eyebrow at this, as he put the glass to his lips once again. Pretenting to thinking it over carefully. The woman was strangely agressive. This certainly began to turn very interesting, oh yes, very interesting indeed.
It was due to this that he almost choked on the wine when she straightforwardly invited his peers to come aswell. What the freakin' hell was she thinking? There was no way in hell that they would ever mannage to get buisness done with those three watching their every move.
The woman smiled at him before she continued "Sir Jaegerjaquez,I get the feeling that you've somehow misunderstood my intentions. I merely wish to enjoy sll of you with a private performance. Although I certainly believe your own interprention of my intentions would be enjoyable aswell. Jaegerjaquez" At these words, Grimmjow felt heat rise to his ears in embarassment. Struggling to keep his composure he took another sip of wine. Long since having forgotten its taste completely, and for the last ten minutes. It had mostly been used to regain composure and peace of mind.
On another note, he'd begin to grow increasingly fond of this new aquintance. And by extension he proceeded to ask "Whats your name, then? Since you seem to know mine" The woman regarded him silently for a moment before she finally answered "Tia Harribel".
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AN; Yeah, thats it. I'm going to upload new chapters as regularily as possible. Oh and for the Footnotes.
{1] Cognome da Fanciulla is italian and roughly means something like "The Maidens Name" not too fancy a name for a club, but I think it'd work fairly well.
[2] Donna is italian for a young woman. I believe.
Oh and, this is my first real fanfic. So bear over with my likely grammar errors and the likes. Thanks for reading!
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It was late nighttime in Palermo. But even so, the city didn't sleep. And in the local Nightclubs there were still plenty of service, in the form of alcohol, food and entertainment. Cognome da Fanciulla[1], albeit small and simple had its own charm. However, few were those who would ever get to know that.
Outwardly. The club would seem like any other, the only difference being that it seemed to be booked for a select group of people. With only members of the group being permitted inside. Few were those who knew just what kind of club it was, and truth be told. Everyone who knew would hardly ever tell anyone.
The reason for this, was pretty simple. Cognome da Fanciulla was infact the primary meeting-place for the Jaegerjaquez family, one of the most prominent Mafia families of Palermo, and as such, it was affected by Omertà, the code of silence. Anyone who knew of this, and spoke of it to anyone who weren't meant to hear would quickly mysteriously vanish.
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Grimmjow, was naturally one of those select members that was allowed to visit the club in question. He had always found it strangely relaxing, and it was with good reason that he visited it as often as he did. Including himself, there were four people present at his table, Edrad Liones, Yylfordt Granz and finally Nakeem Greendina. All of those three were Caporegimes, they each headed their own crew. Two of which operated with gambling, except for Yylfordt Granz, who was one of the most successful Loan Sharks of the family.
Grimmjow felt a twinge of envy at their statuses. He himself were ranked above them, as the Capo Bastone, more commonly known as the Underboss. Not to mention that he was the only son of the Don himself. Who just happened to be abit too overprotective of Grimmjow. Atleast after his mother had suddenly dissapeared twelve years ago.
Grimmjow brushed his thoughts aside as he reached dowm for the slender stem of full wine glass at the table before him. Reaching it up to his mouth to take a sip. he was then hindered by a large hand that separated the glass from his lips. Puzzled at this, he turned to the owner of mentioned hand, Edrad. Who made a quick gesture towards the glass before speaking "Sir, we have to check the liquid of any poison, drugs and the likes. Just in case" Grimmjow groaned, it was a stupid safety measure put in part by his dad. However, unable to discuss the matter he reached the glass out to get its contents inspected by Yylfordt. Who poured some of its contents into a tiny glass with some weird chemical beverage. Upon mixing with this, the wine showed a clear color, proving that it was infact harmless.
Pleased by this, Grimmjow took a long sip of the wine, and turned his attention to the entertainment. Which consisted of a pretty young donna[2] with long blonde hair and dark skin. Dancing atop a stage, her features were truly pleasant to look at. Most men would undouptly drool at the sight of her, heck. Nakeem and Edrad sure did, albeit Edrad did it with more stealth. Grimmjow on the other hand, hardly cared one way or another, there was really nothing besides her looks that sparked his interest the slightest. He therefore didn't notice that the music had stopped and that the woman in question was making her way towards their table. His three subordinates stared wide eyed at her graceful form. When she stopped before their table, they had long since stopped to make any effort of concealing their apparant lust. Grimmjow however decided to make a point of not looking at her, he intead focused on the empty seat right opposite of him, and sipped his wine gently.
The woman then finally spoke "Did you enjoy my show.. boys?" although asked in plural form the question was undouptly directed at Grimmjow alone. Who finally decided that he couldn't ignore her any longer. "'Eh? Well, I suppose it was a decent performance." Like hell he'd tell her that he'd watched her like a hawk from the corners of his eyes. Addmittingly, she was prettier up close than from afar.
Grimmjow turned to the three Caporegimes, who were completely taken in by the dancers charm. As the woman turned to them, Nakeem mannaged to stutter forth an insecure "W-we liked your performance v-very much!" The woman regarded them chillingly for a short moment before she walked closer to Grimmjow, putting a tanned hand on his shoulder before she leaned down to his ear. Whispering softly "If you disliked my performance, Sir Jaegerjaquez, it'd be best for me to give you a reason to rethink your opinions. Trough, lets say.. a show in private, perhaps?" Grimmjow quirked an eyebrow at this, as he put the glass to his lips once again. Pretenting to thinking it over carefully. The woman was strangely agressive. This certainly began to turn very interesting, oh yes, very interesting indeed.
It was due to this that he almost choked on the wine when she straightforwardly invited his peers to come aswell. What the freakin' hell was she thinking? There was no way in hell that they would ever mannage to get buisness done with those three watching their every move.
The woman smiled at him before she continued "Sir Jaegerjaquez,I get the feeling that you've somehow misunderstood my intentions. I merely wish to enjoy sll of you with a private performance. Although I certainly believe your own interprention of my intentions would be enjoyable aswell. Jaegerjaquez" At these words, Grimmjow felt heat rise to his ears in embarassment. Struggling to keep his composure he took another sip of wine. Long since having forgotten its taste completely, and for the last ten minutes. It had mostly been used to regain composure and peace of mind.
On another note, he'd begin to grow increasingly fond of this new aquintance. And by extension he proceeded to ask "Whats your name, then? Since you seem to know mine" The woman regarded him silently for a moment before she finally answered "Tia Harribel".
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AN; Yeah, thats it. I'm going to upload new chapters as regularily as possible. Oh and for the Footnotes.
{1] Cognome da Fanciulla is italian and roughly means something like "The Maidens Name" not too fancy a name for a club, but I think it'd work fairly well.
[2] Donna is italian for a young woman. I believe.
Oh and, this is my first real fanfic. So bear over with my likely grammar errors and the likes. Thanks for reading!