Truth! Beauty! (regicidaldwarf) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-09 16:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: regicidaldwarf, f: baccano!, july 05, p: luck solo |
Lucky, Baccano! (Luck)
Title: Lucky
Author: RegicidalDwarf
Rating: PG
Warnings: Rampant speculation
Word count: ~750
Prompt: July 5th: Baccano! - Luck - solo - "sharp dressed man"
Apologies for lateness, and the awful title.
Luck is twelve when he gets his first business suit. The family tailor spends almost an hour measuring and jotting down notes, returning a week later with a pile of fabric in different colors and makes to see what looks best. He spends an hour making small final adjustments while his brothers look on (Berga making comments, Keith silently) and Luck stands still, trying not to fidget. After the tailor leaves his brothers take him down from their office to present him to the men all sitting around tables, drinking and playing poker. He feels stiff and uncomfortable, but too proud to be considered worthy of his brothers to show it. The men all cheer as he is presented as the newest full member of the family; all clap him on the shoulder and declare how serious and professional he looks. One particularly loud and slightly drunk man that Luck never sees again starts complimenting Luck on how good he looks in a suit. "The ladies love a man in a suite, Luck" – he won't be Mr. Gandor for another few years – "With a face like that you won't be able to keep the ladies off you!"
Luck is fourteen before he starts to realize why that idea makes him so uncomfortable. A girl he knows but not well – not enough to remember her name, though he knows he should – takes him behind the school and tries to kiss him. He tries to cover how he recoils, but she's mostly too embarrassed to question him much, for which he's grateful. He doesn't tell his brothers about it when he gets home.
Luck is fifteen when he gets his first assignment. They send him in with three men (Berga calls them "backup" instead of bodyguards but he knows that's what they are) to take care of a local thug that's been encroaching too far into their territory. He barely remembers the job itself - just the curious blankness that took over his mind as he shouldered through the door, that let him pull the trigger once, twice, three, four times as the blood splattered and didn't clear until he was throwing up in the bathroom at home. He stayed on the floor until the shaking stopped before washing his mouth out and going to bed, not hiding but for once ignoring Claire's questions.
Luck is sixteen when he gets drunk for the first time. He'd been trying to keep up with Keith and Berga, but an hour or so past midnight Claire is dragging him away from the poker table and up to bed despite his protestations and getting him into bed. It's also the night of his first kiss, as the alcohol makes him bold and he leans in to brush his lips against Claire's mouth. Claire leans into it, deepening it, making Luck flush and stutter, unsure of what he's doing, of where to put his hands. Claire's had a few to drink tonight as well, and the alcohol makes him even more fluid as he climbs into Luck's lap to better get at his mouth, makes Luck shameless as he rocks his hips, slides his hands beneath Claire's shirt.
Claire leaves a few day later, and Luck spends weeks (months) trying to figure out why.
Luck is eighteen when he finally loses his virginity (drunken experiments with Claire aside). Firo approached him with a friendly proposition, and they spend a few months sneaking around before it ends amicably enough. Luck isn't sure he could explain why.
Luck is twenty-one when he loses his fear of death, and twenty-one plus fifty three when he leaves the family. It's nothing personal, he explains, just that there isn't much for the youngest brother of an immortal mafia family to do. He visits Claire and his silent wife for awhile, then takes the next train (he knows a plane would be faster, and one day he'll learn to take them, but for now he wants to see the ground) out across country. He overhears some passengers talking about him - some elderly women commenting on that handsome young man up front in the business suit, I wonder where he could be going? - and he has to smile at "young," since he's probably older than they are.
Luck knows this is a temporary escape. He won't be able to watch the world change for long without seeing the others who will stay the same. But the train is quiet (quieter than they used to be), and the seat is comfortable. He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.