walking through the streets of florence was breathtaking; many considered it the birthplace of the renaissance. your light footsteps echoed quietly across ponte vecchio, the gun hidden in your coat jacket barely made any sound. you took a break from your stroll, watching the rays of golden light shine across arno. for a second, everything seemed still, like nothing mattered.
the letter of acceptance to darkwick academy was clutched in your hands tightly, as if the wind would blow it away. the next thing you knew, you were on an airplane to tokyo, japan.
they forced you to give most, if not all, personal belongings. your phone, your keys, and your gun. as the heir to a mafia clan back in italy, you were taught in many forms of combat. however, your personal favorite was the gun. all types in fact — from simple handguns to sniper rifles. all had your heart.
you were admitted into sinostra as a new first-year ghoul student. luckily for you, it had just the type of environment you were used to since birth. the scent of cigarettes was heavy in the casino. fun and exciting drinks were being sold at the bar that had way too much alcohol for darkwick’s regulations. all around, there was the sound of chips clinking and people losing. you kept on walking, finding your dorm.
for the next few weeks, you settled into your new life at darkwick. your artifact was a black riffle, adorned with golden intricate detailing on its sides. it quickly became your new favorite thing. so far, life was going easily for you.
except for one thing. romeo lucci. back in italy, before his name got tarnished, his family and your family were rivals. not just rivals, enemies. both fought for power, fame, and wealth. the difference was that his family lost all their money, yours didn’t. with him as your new vice-captain and your family name succeeding where his failed, it created an unhealthy amount of hatred and tension between the two of you. everyone knew it. one wrong look from either party, and there would be a gunfight.
what was every once in a while became an everyday thing. both would start an argument, which led to a fight that only really stopped when someone stepped in. so much for having an easy time at darkwick.
months passed now, and a lazy summer day went by smoothly. your footsteps clicked gently on the stone path to the academy’s main garden. your fingers brushed against the anomalous flowers that threatened to bite them off, yet they didn’t. as you continued your peaceful stroll, you ended up at the doors of a cruise ship. your artifact chain jingled as you swung it around. conflicted on whether to start a fight tonight or just leave it be, you decided to go in, not to start a fight but to have some “fun.”
after winning quite a few rounds of poker, you sat down at the bar, ordering a drink. with a sigh and a lighter in your hands, you lit a cigarette while waiting. a few general students came up to you, conversing and obviously curious. to them, you were like a less extreme version of romeo. yes, you had wealth and influence, yet the type of person you could grab a drink with.
as the conversation continued, you started to bring up romeo’s past mistakes, and he hated that. he overheard it while passing by. it completely set him off. the second you started sipping on your drink, he grabbed you by the wrist and shoved you into a VIP lounge - more private.
he summoned his sniper rifle, holding it at your chest with a gaze that could kill the average person. at the same moment, you summoned your artifact, holding it at his chest as well. all it took was one bullet. he spoke first, his voice ringing too loudly in your ears.
“who do you think you are, huh!? going around telling people my buisness!? you can’t just be excused from everything because of your family name! i’m still your vice-captain, y’know.”