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Dolce

The image above is not mine. It belongs to it’s original owner

This can be platonic or romantic, up to you!

Stormbringer spoilers below!

Tw: Mentions of violence, killing, death, blood, soft!Pianoman, idk what else to put here, and the Flags are the Flags

You were only 20 years old when you joined the Mafia.

The Boss, Mori Ougai, had decided to make you a negotiator and a trader, seeing as how you were good at getting the job done and not hesitating to use violence if needed.

You were only a new recruit, but because of your more-than-successful missions, the Mafia had gained a lot more trading routes, and therefore more profit. The Boss immediately promoted you to being the right-hand man of the Head of the Trading Department, which was a big accomplishment for someone of your position.

The members of the Mafia treated you with respect, and you had even befriended some people. You were a calm and good-natured person who didn’t like looking for trouble, but you weren’t afraid to use any means necessary to complete your missions.

A few times in your missions, you had to borrow a vehicle to ensure the missions ran smoothly. This led you to meet Albatross; a chaotic orange-haired fellow who was probably a bit older than you. He was quite enthusiastic when he was talking about cars, and with your calm and easy-going nature, you two quickly became friends.

Even when you and Albatross rarely had any time together, that didn’t stop you two from hanging out whenever you guys could. From getting drinks to amusement parks, Albatross had become one of your closest friends in the Port Mafia. Perhaps even your best friend.

~~~

“Heyyy, Y/N-san, do you know the group called the Flags?”

You blinked at Albatross as you set your drink down. You two were currently in Bar Lupin, enjoying your free days off.

“I’ve heard of them before. Aren’t they the group of young men who are aiming for the executive position?” You asked.

“Yup! And I’m a part of that group.” Albatross beamed. You smiled a little.

“Say, why not let me introduce you to them? You’ll love them, and any friend of mine is any friend of theirs.” He jumped off the seat, beckoning towards you excitedly. You normally would have refused, but since this was Albatross, you decided to follow him. After all, having a few extra friends couldn’t hurt, right?

~~~

“Um, is this really a good idea? I might accidentally offend someone, or embarrass myself in front of them.”

“Aw, no you won’t! They’re great; you’ll warm up to them in no time!” Albatross pulled you to a small run-down bar and opened the door, dragging you in. The inside of the bar was pitch-black; you couldn’t tell if anybody was inside. It kind of sent chills down your spine.

“Hey everyone! Come meet Y/N!” Your friend called out cheerily. You bit your lip and uneasily fidgeted a little. You wondered what the Flags were like. Albatross was positive that you’d come to like them, but a group of men who were aiming for the executive position must be quite powerful as well. And most powerful people you met were slightly... intimidating sometimes.

Suddenly, coming out from the darkness, you found a gun, a syringe and a pool stick all pointed at your vital organs. It had happened so fast that you barely had time to react.

“E-EHH!!” You shrieked a little, jumping and nearly tripping backwards. You whipped out your defensive position, only to be interrupted by the laughter of several young men.

You blinked as the light turned on, showing a group of young males.

“Their reaction was great! You should’ve filmed it, Lippmann!” Albatross cackled, nearly doubling over from his laughter.

“Indeed. But to my regret, my camera is currently being fixed, and I don’t have another one,” A handsome blonde man said gracefully, smiling. He was by far the prettiest person you had ever seen, and you wondered if he was an actor.

“D-do you always greet new people like this?” You said, your voice slightly higher than usual. The men laughed good-naturedly.

“I was against it,” a rather tall man shrugged. He held a cigarette stick in his mouth and a scar ran down his right eye. “But after all, we had to welcome you one way or another. The others all settled for this option.”

A short man with an IV bag with a drip connected to his wrist came up to you.

“Fufufu, you were quite scared. If only my patients had been like that... it would’ve been quite amusing...” You were a bit weirded out by this, but you just gave a small, nervous laugh. You were slowly calming down, but the adrenaline was still in your veins.

“Hey, Chuuya! Come say hi to my friend!” Albatross called out, waving to someone behind the men. Your eyebrows furrowed a little at the familiarity of the name, but then you remembered that he was the head of the jewel trading business, in the same department as you.

A boy around the age of 16 appeared, holding an annoyed expression.

“Tch. I already know them. You do know that we work in the same department though, don’t you, Albatross?” His blue eyes stared piercingly at you, and you tried your best to not fidget.

“Ehm, nice to meet you again, Nakahara-san?...” You said, mentally cursing yourself for your awkwardness.

Chuuya clicked his tongue. “Well, whatever. Nice to meet you again, I guess.” You blinked, but you were glad that he wasn’t mad. You had to deal with him sometimes when the jewel traders had pissed him off, and let’s say that it wasn’t pretty...

“Please give them some space. Can’t you see that they’re a bit uncomfortable about how you’re all crowding around them?” A new voice cut through. The Flags immediately stepped back a few steps, and you focused your gaze on the young man who approached you.

He had short hair that was mostly white, but with a few black strands on the side. His clothes were black and white, but underneath his sleeves you glimpsed something that seemed metallic. It quickly disappeared, and you didn’t dare to ask what it was.

“Sorry about that. They normally are like this when they meet a newcomer.” The man said, smiling. You found yourself smiling back, albeit a bit nervously. Something about his presence was a bit... intimidating.

“Why don’t we start introductions? My name’s Pianoman. I’m the leader of this group.” He then gestured towards the other men and introduced them to you.

“And you must be Y/N, am I right?” Pianoman asked. You blinked, wondering where they had heard about you, but you nodded.

“Albatross had been talking nonstop about you. Especially when you tried out his vehicles.”

“Hey, but they liked trying out my vehicles! Right, Y/N?” Albatross grinned at you, and you found yourself nodding and smiling slightly in return.

“See? If Y/N likes it, then I don’t see a problem!” The Flags started to playfully banter, and you chuckled internally at their friendship.

“So... you’re Pianoman. Do you play the piano?” You asked the male with heterochromatic hair. He blinked, but shook his head, smiling an enigmatic smile.

“Unfortunately, I do not. My name, however, comes from how I kill my victims. Can you guess what it would be?”

The Flags crowded around you, curious to see what your guess would be. After all, Pianoman did make it a challenge to see how quickly a newcomer would guess it correctly, or give up.

“Hmmm... do you drop pianos on your victims?” You guessed, before realising how silly it was. Who would want to drop something that was worth a couple thousand dollars, possibly even more?

A wave of laughter passed throughout the Flags. Your cheeks burned a little from the embarrassment, but you found yourself laughing along with them. Pianoman smiled amusingly, shaking his head.

“Do you throw piano tiles at your victims? They’re hard and sharp enough to kill.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t have that kind of talent. Iceman probably could, though.”

“Umm...” you tried to guess. Nothing really was coming up.

Albatross laughed and slung his arm around your shoulder. “Don’t think too much over it! It’s your first meeting with us; why not let us play some billiards instead?”

~~~

A few weeks passed ever since Albatross had introduced you to the Flags.

He was right; you had taken a liking to them. They weren’t as scary as you thought they would be, and it was always amusing watching them banter amongst themselves.

When you had free time or when you finished work, you would normally drop by the bar to visit them. Sometimes, a few or all of the Flags would be hanging around, and they would greet you excitedly every time. Your visits normally ended up with you playing billiards or card games with them, and you almost always won.

However, out of all the members, Pianoman intrigued you. You spoke to him in a normal and even tone, but it didn’t get rid of this weird ‘feeling’ you felt whenever you conversated with him. You brushed it off as admiration, or slight fear. Perhaps it was the aura that he carried.

You rarely saw him; he was often busy forging counterfeit money or completing missions. You had heard the rumours; he was the closest person to being an executive, and he killed his victims with brute force and elegance. Apparently, there would be screams and lots of blood spewing out from the wound of the dying victim. Even when blood had never bothered you, the vivid description was enough to make you shudder.

Pianoman always managed to regain control over the Flags with a few stern words, accompanied with a warning tone. He still cared for them, but he didn’t hesitate to discipline them whenever necessary. It made you wonder what he was like when he was actually being cruel.

He also was quite fickle, and somewhat a perfectionist. Everything had to be perfect, and if it wasn’t, he wouldn’t hesitate to disobey the Boss if it meant making one counterfeit dollar bill look exactly the same as a real one. Each of his fake dollar bills were made with delicacy and carefulness.

If you had to describe him with one word, it would be mysterious. A man with both elegance and sweet cruelty balanced in one; no doubt he was the closest to becoming an executive.

~~~

Opening the door, you walked into the familiar old bar and plopped yourself into a seat with a sigh. Looking behind the counter, you poured yourself some water and gulped it all down, before pouring yourself another glass. Setting it down, your eyes got accustomed to the semi-darkness. It was evening; the sky was starting to darken, but there was still some light left.

“Rough day today?”

You jolted and turned quickly in your seat, facing the person who spoke.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” You blinked and shook your head, assuring him that he didn’t.

“No. I just got a little startled, is all. I didn’t notice you there,” you said, trying to calm down.

Pianoman hummed in reply, as you traced the rim of your glass. You bit your lip slightly, trying to find something to say in the silence that ensued.

Frick. Why is this so awkward?

“So uh-”

“Tomorrow-”

You both stopped, and you gestured at him to continue.

“Tomorrow, we’re hosting a party. I was wondering if you wanted to join.” You tilted your head, curious.

“It’s Chuuya’s first-year anniversary in the Port Mafia. As you know, the first year is normally the hardest for any new recruit. So we decided to throw him a surprise party tomorrow at 7PM. Are you up for it?” He enquired, his eyes scanning your E/C pupils.

“As tempting as it sounds... I may have to decline. I don’t know Chuuya-san that well, and showing up at his anniversary party may be awkward for us both. And the party sounds like a thing that all six of you should enjoy. Thanks for the offer though,” you smiled slightly. Pianoman nodded, and gestured towards you to speak. You blinked, before remembering what you were about to say before.

“Since we both would be quite busy soon, I guess I won’t have much opportunities to ask you this. So... after this whole time, I never knew where you got your name from. I’ve never been successful at guessing the reason, and I rarely get to see you. So, I’m actually curious. How do you kill your victims?”

Pianoman chuckled. “Do you give up?”

“I never realised this was a competition,” you said, frowning. “But sure, I guess. I give up.”

Pianoman smiled. He lifted his sleeves, and pinned onto them were two metal winding machines. You saw something shining in them, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“I use piano wires to kill my victims. Well, they’re not exactly piano wires. I just call them that because that’s what they remind me of. But they actually are industrial-grade wires that are strong enough to lift iron and concrete blocks. I just have to pop them onto my victim’s neck and wind these machines, then their head comes clean off.” You nodded slowly, fascinated at this unique way of killing. This would require great speed and accuracy; yet, you were curious of how he managed to get the wire onto his victims’ necks in the first place.

“That’s pretty cool, but... how do you wind the wires around their necks in the first place? Especially if the victim has fast reflexes and manages to evade you,” you said, still eyeing the winding machines.

Pianoman smiled, and stood up.

“Perhaps it is better if I showed you.”

Suddenly, he was behind you, in a move too fast to see. Strong, cold wires looped around your neck, not too tight, not too loose. You felt his breath on the back of your neck, his hands suspended in the air beside your head.

He felt like death himself.

Instinctively, you jolted, jumping backwards. Your back hit his chest, and the piano wires that hung around your neck started to tighten quickly, cutting into your vulnerable skin. The pain made you jolt more.

“Woah woah- hey!”

Pianoman immediately loosened and removed the wires, his eyes wide.

He touched your jaw and turned your head slightly to the side, investigating the wound. The cut wasn’t deep; yet it bled, and if not treated, it could become infected.

“Come on. I’ll treat you.” You barely had time to register what he said when he pulled you into the bathroom and got out medical supplies. Opening the bag, he took out a disinfectant bottle, cotton balls and long, white bandages.

“Doc said he stored some first-aid in here for emergency use,” Pianoman explained, soaking a cotton ball in the disinfectant. He held it up towards your neck, and you flinched instinctively.

“It’s alright. It’ll hurt for a bit, but I promise it will be better soon.” He said softly.

Gently holding your chin and tilting it up, Pianoman set to work disinfecting the wound. You held your breath at the sting, but deft fingers lightly at the cut, using up several cotton balls. You fidgeted a little, eyes wandering all over the bathroom in search of something to focus on.

“It’s nearly done.” Pianoman wrapped the bandages around your neck, the cloth gently covering your wound. You blinked and lowered your head, staring at him in silence.

“Is it feeling better?” He asked softly, his eyes gentle. “I’m really sorry for that. I should’ve known how prone you were to jumping at surprises. I’ll try to be more careful next time.”

You shook your head. “It wasn’t your fault,” you replied. You were about to say more when the door to the bar opened, and you heard the rest of the Flags in the distance.

“We should get back now. Thanks for treating me,” you smiled, and made your way out of the bathroom. You heard Pianoman starting to follow you from behind. Recalling how gentle and caring he was back then, your smile involuntarily widened.

Who knew that you were so dolce, Pianoman?

*Dolce: A musical term which means ‘sweetly and softly’

So hello, it’s me with another Flags fic. I feel like I kinda mischaracterized Pianoman in this one, so sorry if he is ooc 😅

*meanwhile admiring the artwork above* If you guys have any suggestions, feel free to pop into my inbox or DM me, I don’t bite~

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