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Post by Keith Alabaster on Jul 7, 2015 21:01:32 GMT -5
As far as Keith was concerned, things were going pretty damn well. Gabe was with Julie, possibly for the night, so he was enjoying his free time with the gunslinger sitting on his lap. It had been a while since the two had done anything without his son's cries interrupting them, so this was definitely something the tatted Tora was going to take full advantage over.
There was a knock at the door as Keith began kissing down Satoru's neck and he decided to ignore it. Julie or anyone else important would have called before showing up, so whoever was at the door was probably some salesman and would leave soon enough. At least they better, he wasn't planning on getting up just yet.
On the other side of the door Luciano Martelli was starting to get impatient. He knew this apartment was Keith's, he had gotten the information from Tony himself. Besides, there were definitely people inside, he could hear faint sounds from where he stood. The Italian man decided things were taking too long and he pulled out his phone to call the boy. In most cases calling ahead of time would have been better, but Luciano wasn't on good terms with his son's friend and there was no telling how a conversation over the phone would have gone.
Besides, this was something that needed to be discussed in person.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 7, 2015 21:53:06 GMT -5
Satoru was about as close to heaven right now as he was ever going to get. They were alone, he was on Keith's lap which was decidedly his favorite place in the world, and Keith was starting to do that thing with his teeth and tongue that made it really really difficult for Satoru to focus on anything other than the younger man. The knocking didn't even register as Satoru tugged at Keith's shirt. Why wasn't it off yet? It should be off.
And then there was the phone.
He didn't jump, he just twitched a bit as Keith's phone went off. People called all the time, it didn't mean it was anything important, but with Gabe out of the house it meant Keith would be more alert for any signal that his kid wasn't okay.
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Post by Keith Alabaster on Jul 7, 2015 22:29:01 GMT -5
Keith's hands were reaching to pull off his shirt when he heard his phone ring. He cursed under his breath and grabbed his phone, as much as he wanted to ignore the damn thing he wanted to make sure it wasn't anything relating to Gabe. He brought the phone to his ear without checking the caller ID. "Yeah?"
"I'm outside, and I just heard your phone so don't pretend you're not here."
The look on the tattooist's face had gone from mild annoyance to actual anger, and he dropped his phone before removing Satoru from his lap so he could get up. The walk to the door was a short one and Keith threw the door open and glared at the older man standing in front of him. "I thought I made it clear that you were dead if I ever saw you again?"
The words didn't seem to bother Luciano in the slightest. "Sorry, but your father's better at intimidation." He spoke quick and uninterested as he walked right passed the Tora and into the apartment. He went straight to the window and looked through the blinds as he continued talking. "Your parents sent me, we need to talk without him here." he pointed at the smaller man without giving a glance. He didn't care who he was but he had 'criminal' written all over him and there was no way in hell Luciano was delivering this information with an unknown in the room.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 7, 2015 23:14:21 GMT -5
The fuck?
Satoru sat up properly as Keith brought the man in, and he felt himself bristle at the guy's tone. Fuck this guy, whoever he was. He'd pissed Keith off, interrupted them, and now there was this? The gunslinger wasn't going to put up with it. "Fuck that, I'm staying." He wasn't going to move because of the newcomer, and he was more stubborn than almost anyone cared to deal with. Besides, Keith was pretty obviously pissed, so he doubted the other Tora would be siding with the new older man.
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Post by Keith Alabaster on Jul 8, 2015 0:36:55 GMT -5
Luciano's attention stayed firmly on Keith instead of turning to the other man on the couch. This was taking way too long and he didn't like it. "I'm only here on Tony and Nicole's behalf, so the sooner we get this over with the sooner I'm gone."
The inked man folded his arms over his chest. "Fine, say what you need and leave." If Luciano was here because of his parents then it had to be important, but that didn't mean he wanted the guy around, not after all the shit he'd put Donato through. "I don't see why he can't stay here though." He added, nodding his head at Toru.
"Because he can't." The elder Italian responded. He would continue to be vague so long as the room held more than Keith and himself. He didn't like being here either but it was still his job and he had never failed before, that certainly wasn't changing anytime soon.
The two seemed to glare at each other in silence forever, but eventually Keith gave a reluctant sigh and turned to Satoru. "Just go outside for a few minutes, okay?" The gunslinger was indeed stubborn, but with all the years he had known Mr Martelli he knew that he was even more so. Whatever was going on, he would explain to him after Luciano was gone.
And actually, if Toru was going to step out, it would be a good idea for him to give Don a heads up. "Do me a favor while you're out there; call and warn Don that his dad's in town." Mr. Martelli rolled his eyes at that, which only pissed Keith off more. Proper introductions wouldn't be happening, but at least Toru wouldn't be completely in the dark about who the older man was anymore. Besides, Don really needed to know he was here, the last thing the guy needed was an unexpected visit from his father of all people.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 8, 2015 9:55:00 GMT -5
Satoru glanced back between Don's dad and Keith for a moment. He didn't want to leave because at this point it felt too much like accepting defeat, but Keith had asked this time. Keith asking was easier to handle than the stranger demanding he leave, and while Satoru didn't much like the idea of not being around while Don's dad said whatever he was going to say, he wasn't so pissed that he couldn't read the situation at least a little bit. Nothing would happen if he was here.
The gunslinger sighed and stood up, grateful that Keith hadn't made much progress on his shirt, and grabbed his jacket to head outside. "Lemme know when it's clear," he said quietly to Keith, not sparing a glance to Mr. Martelli.
He pulled on his jacket and stepped out the door, closing it behind him. From how the old man had been checking the windows he decided to take a few steps away. He knew rational paranoia well enough, he'd hate to get a call saying 'yeah go a little father back he won't talk until you're three blocks away.'
Satoru lit up a smoke a dozen or so meters away and pulled out his phone. Time to give Donut a call.
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Post by Keith Alabaster on Jul 8, 2015 11:00:22 GMT -5
(Timeskip)
After a while the door to Keith's apartment finally opened. Luciano and Keith spoke a few more words to each other before the older man left, leaving the tattooist leaning against the door frame quietly for a moment or two while the information he had just heard sank in. That... He couldn't of... He had to be...
But it made sense really, now that he thought on it.
Once Mr. Martelli was out of sight Keith peeked out the door and spotted Satoru a ways down and waved for him to come back. Shit, should he even tell Toru? Would that be a good idea? He had been out of the New Tokyo mob long before they had even met, so that was reassuring at least. Yeah, yeah he was going to tell him, if anything the gunslinger would have a much better idea of how this all worked than he did.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 8, 2015 12:42:09 GMT -5
Satoru had long since stubbed out his cigarette, and he had been restraining himself from another. Hanging around a guy who had a baby was making him cut back, and he'd hate to lose his progress. He watched as Keith and Don's dad talked for a moment longer before Mr Martelli departed. He didn't move, waiting for Keith to give some kind of sign that it was fine. If he'd had to leave that meant it had been important, and possibly life changing.
He'd by lying if he wasn't just a bit worried.
The gunslinger headed back in after the wave, looking up at Keith with poorly-masked curiosity. "So, what was so important he interrupted us for?"
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Post by Keith Alabaster on Jul 8, 2015 13:02:32 GMT -5
Keith pushed his hair out of his face as Toru walked in, closing the door behind him. "Um..." He tried to think of how to start and sighed when he fell into the couch. He pat the spot beside him for Satoru to join him. "This has to stay between us, understand?" He was completely serious. Really, he shouldn't even be talking about this, but he wanted Toru to know, he trusted him.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 8, 2015 19:54:20 GMT -5
Satoru sat next to Keith and nodded. If it was this serious, then he wouldn't breathe a word of it to anyone. Hell, he wouldn't force Keith to say anything, but he hadn't, really. Keith wouldn't be talking about it if he didn't think that the gunslinger should know.
"I won't say a word," Satoru replied, mouth set in a slightly serious frown.
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Post by Keith Alabaster on Jul 8, 2015 20:11:49 GMT -5
Alright, good, now Keith just needed to spit it out. How was he going to say it? "Well apparently," he started, rubbing the back of his neck. "My name isn't Keith Alabaster. Er, not originally at least. According to Luciano and my parents, I was born Silvio Bellini." He pushed his bangs back again as they started to get in his eyes again. "You uh, you were in the mob and all, did you ever hear the name Santino Bellini?" He wasn't sure how likely it was considering this wasn't Italy, but it didn't hurt to ask he didn't think.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 8, 2015 20:57:03 GMT -5
"I like your new name better," Satoru said bluntly. But that second name...
The mob in New Tokyo had been made up of immigrants. Too many kinds to count and too many stories that Satoru had heard, but he knew that name. "Yeah," he said, eyes widening a bit. "Yeah I definitely know that name. Head of the Italian mob, vicious motherfucker..." He knew two people in the New Tokyo mob that had fled, one of them had committed suicide out of paranoia, and the other became one of the best torturers they ever had. Satoru had listened to the man talk and tell stories about where he'd come from and what it had been like there.
He wasn't going to lie, he was still kind of impressed by those stories.
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Post by Keith Alabaster on Jul 8, 2015 21:24:36 GMT -5
Keith sighed and shut his eyes, great so the guy really was that bad. He opened his eyes and sat back in his seat. "Twenty-five years ago or so one of Santino's men fled with his daughter and grandson. The mob looked everywhere to hunt the guy down, but I guess it didn't occur to them that they left the country altogether. Either that or Luciano's just that good at his job, fuckin' asshole." He rolled his eyes. Okay yeah, maybe he was responsible for keeping them safe all this time, but that didn't mean shit to Keith having seen how much he had messed up Don. He couldn't give him a full compliment, he didn't deserve it.
But he was getting off topic. He looked over at Satoru with a frown. "I don't have to say much else, do I?" He had just received the information himself, he didn't wanna say it outright, not yet at least. It was... just too much of a shock right now.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 8, 2015 22:15:51 GMT -5
"Not really," Satoru agreed. He had to stop himself from getting a stupid grin on his face. The Bellini family was one of the biggest crime families in the world, and Satoru had grown up looking up to them thinking they were amazing thanks to his upbringing, and here he was, dating one of them. Kind of.
So this meant... "So we're both from the mob, then?" He really couldn't stop his smile. He'd given it a valiant effort, and it was falling so very VERY flat.
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Post by Keith Alabaster on Jul 8, 2015 22:39:19 GMT -5
Keith groaned and ran his hand down his face at that, mostly to hide the small smile that was forming thanks to Satoru's dumb face. Of fucking course he was thrilled, he shouldn't be surprised. "Yeah, I don't think I count." He said in response.
The inked man rested a hand on top of the smaller Tora's head. "I'm serious though, you can't say a word about it to anyone." Toru could like it all he wanted, but this needed to stay secret. If word got out somehow... well, at the very least Keith knew things wouldn't end well for his dad. Himself and the rest of his family though, he really couldn't say.
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