[Fic] The Beginning of All Commotions - Act 1
Title: The Beginning of All Commotions - Act 1
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Greece/Japan, mentions of other characters and minor pairings in later chapters.
Rating/Genre: PG-15 for now but may go up to M in later chapters / Modern mafia-AU, Humour, Action.
Warnings: Slight crack, gang warfare, language, booze & smoking.
In this act: In which Herakles and Sadiq settle their differences with the only diplomatic method they know of. And by diplomatic, I really mean a fist-fight.
A/N: Written for the Giripan Lovefest 2012. I picked measuringlife's prompt "yakuza!Japan / shipping-empire-heir!Greece" as I wanted to fill something for her, as a thank-you of sorts for all the wonderful fics she's written for me. In all honesty, this was only supposed to be a short PWP, but after some convincing by my bro tinywhitekitty, to not be lazy and only write porn, it evolved entirely into something else, lol. Music that inspired all of this here
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February 14, 2kXX. 08:10 AM
He couldn't quite remember how he'd gotten himself into this situation.
One moment it was all cars and high-speed chasing, and then Sadiq's obnoxious face was pushing its way into his line of view and-
"Bet ya wouldna have the guts to break it, brat. Bet ya'll always be stuck toe-ing the line and kissing yer Daddy's arse 'till ya're a washed-up good-fer-nuthin."
To be quite frank, Herakles had never been very keen in business of any sorts, let alone in the shipping industry. So it was always to his utter distaste whenever Sadiq had the gall to insinuate that Herakles got a kick out of being a possible heir to his father's shipping empire - especially when he cared nothing of the sort. If anyone were to ask what he truly wanted to be in life, he would happily comply and say-
"A vet."
Sadiq made a sound that was halfway between a snort and a cough. "A what? "
"A vet. I'd very much prefer being a vet." Herakles repeated again, glancing down to where a tiny black and white kitten had taken to pouncing at his shoes, caught in a deadly battle with a stray shoelace.
"It's not such a bad job, looking after animals and helping them get better." He reached over to pat ithe kitten softly over the head. "And I really like cats."
Sadiq only rolled his eyes. "Ya kiddin' right? Stop tryin' pull my leg."
"Kidding? No, no, I'm being totally honest - if you understood what that word even means . In fact..."
Here, Herakles shifted his gaze and gave the other man a sneer - a small, contemptuous curl playing at the corner of his lips, but one which was not lacking in any derision for its receiver - before continuing, "Sometimes I wish I was a cat. Then, I would spend the whole day pissing all over your smelly carpets and maybe just ripping up some upholstery, for good measure."
"Fuck ya!" Sadiq growled, a vein twitching at the side of his temple, "And leave my carpets out of this!"
"No thanks," Herakles snarled back, "I do still have my standards, and you didn't meet any of them."
"And fuck yer stupid cats too, they leave fur all over the fuckin' place!"
"So says the buffoon who sheds hair over the coffee table while attempting to sign business deals. Would you like an electric shaver for your chest as a gift next time?"
"Why ya cocky, little piece of shit, just wait till I sock ya in the face."
"Come at me then, stinky bastard."
And so it was the day had begun with the usual arguments over nothing and everything, and before Herakles realised it, he and Sadiq had ended up wrestling each other from outside of Sadiq' fancy establishment (authentic Turkish carpets for all occasions all year round!) all the way down to the back alley of Baker Street (three blocks down off Haggleton Avenue and a right turn just around the corner of Moriarty Florist & Gift Shoppe).
Things would have gone back to normal once the two eventually grew weary (or bored) of throwing punches at each other - they usually always did. Today was not a normal day however, as Herakles and Sadiq made one of the biggest mistakes of their lives, and that was to run down the alley and right into the middle of a gang fight.
It was only about to get much worse from here.
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