carefully trained woman-monkey #1 (white_aster) wrote in 1931, @ 2008-04-12 15:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | luck, short fic |
(ficlet) Words of Wisdom - G
So, there's a few things on porn_battle taking up the call for Mitsuru/Luck pr0n, and that got me thinking that they would have SUCH KICKASS CHILDREN together.
So yeah. Non-porn porn_battle ficlet.
Mitsuru's off-screen, so you don't need to know anything of Persona 3 to enjoy this.
Warning for sleepy baby and backhanded spoilers for the end of Baccano!
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Words of Wisdom
"The first thing you must do is formulate a plan: what do you want, and what methods are you willing to use to get it? That is the most important step, and one that too many people omit. They think that once they have power that everything else will fall into place for them, but it's not so. Those who move forward without knowing where they are going are the first to get lost. Remember that."
Chiaro nodded vaguely, two fingers disappearing into his mouth.
"So first, a plan. Then, a core group of talented and trusted men. Or women. I know that nowadays there's a lot more equality in such things, so women would be fine, I'm sure, especially if they are as devastatingly cunning as your mother."
Chiaro's eyelids drooped.
"Yes, I know that I'm getting long-winded, so I'll hurry. A plan, a trusted cadre of men, and then an expansion, to gather resources, followed by a consolidation of one's defenses. One must have either the money to buy what one needs or the capacity to produce it one's self. There are pros and cons to each approach, of course. But in the end, mi figlio, the most important thing is to hold on to what is dear to you. Do not overextend yourself, take only what you can defend, and I am sure you will do fine."
Luck shifted his sleeping son on his shoulder slightly, reaching for his glass of bourbon. He turned, saluting the view from behind his desk: Tokyo, this month, but it might as well have been Beijing, Los Angeles, London, Rome. "One day," he murmured to his sleeping son, "this will all be yours." He sipped his drink. "Or at least a part of it. Can't give it all up, of course. Would you like New York, mio figlio? I have fond, fond memories of New York. I think that it would be a fine start for you...."