Fix/ a fix/
definition:
General: to repair something or hang something.
Slang: a dose of illegal drugs
Mob slang: to commit murder
Glad you define it here. I'm guessing I would be confused without it.
Most didn't know, but Giovanni Sakaki was skilled in more than the Famiglia Business. It'd started as a spark of idle curiosity, one of his infamous, dreaded, why questions uttered at dinner.
Why were they having to eat out here on the lawn and not in the dinning room?
His stupidity had been noted by one and all. Cat calls and jeers about how scemo he was, how the Mad'am had dropped him on his head... Wasn't it obvious, the fucking plumbing had gone crazier than a golbat outta hell and...
I don't know, why were they eating on the lawn and not in the dinning room? Were they having a bbq?
That seems a bit too tame for what I expect though... Also, I expect Giovanni was smarter than that, so I doubt that is it.
I guess it could depend on what age he was at the time. What age WAS he here, I wonder?
And fumbling through a language he should of been taught over his craddle and hadn't.
Italian? Or are we talking Kantonese here?
Managing to squeak out one more why question before some Aunt had hushed him with a smack upside the head.
"Why don't we fix it, we got tons of fixers?"
He'd been told they weren't that type of fixers, smacked, and ordered to keep his head down and his mouth shut.
Which he did, but still, he wondered.
What is going on here? Was the dining room table broken? Is that why they are eating outside? Was there mafia business being conducted in the dining room for privacy? I get that him casually throwing around the word "fixer" could be a problem since it could pertain to murder, but I don't understand what it is he is expecting to fix.
Xxx
What started as curiousity was fanned into a blaze by sheer irritation.
Curiosity misspelled
Unfortunatly mob carelessness and repeat frusteration had driven Giovanni to master basic piping and maintinance. Despie all the stereotypes, he learned to spite noth Nona and the Madams networks. If they weren't anle to come in to work it was harder for them to plant things in his house. Be it bombs or bugs.
Spelling errors: "Unfortunately", "frustration", "maintenance", "Despite", "north"?, "able"
So they were spying on him through a variety of means and by learning some handyman skills he was able to do his own work instead of hiring a false plumber or whatnot?
His passion project had inspired his familgia to gift him all sorts of red hats. He'd burned them. Especially the ones mongrammed with an "m".
"monogrammed"
Passion project? Of what, acting like a plumber? Is a red hat something plumbers steriotypically wear?
What's wrong with the letter "m"? Is it standing for Madam or something? Maintenance maybe?
His talents, were a blessing at Nona's, and a curse here.
This was the fifth fucking time his room mate had poured grease down the sink. Did the moron think that the magical drain clefairies were going to skip down mount moon and fix things for him?
Is his room mate doing it on purpose? Why, if so?
Based on Giovanni's reaction, it sounds like his room mate just does it because they don't care that it messes the sink up and Gio doesn't want the sink getting clogged so he keeps fixing it... sounds like a good way to end up on the wrong end of a deadly mon attack...
The last was snarled, out loud, at the guilty grease dumping party, who had no craps to give, and his bored monotone showed it.
Ah, so it IS a matter of apathy!
"Look man," Fabio, a dullard even by mafioso breaker standards hovered over him. Passing down tools to the biggest tool of a roommate he'd ever had. "It's not like we aren't made of money, make a call, cough up some dough...."
Wait so the roommate IS fixing the sink, not Gio?
I came back to this later and realized that Fabio IS the roommate and from his perspective, GIO is the tool since Gio is fixing the sink? Is that it?
"It'll be handled in house." The only nice thing about Fabio was you didnt have to make lame excuses. Truth could be told. "You know that, I know that. Even if we pay double to get an ousider to do the work, they'll get intercepted..."
"didn't", "outsider"
Ok, so I think all this here is Gio's dialogue.
"So?"
"Bugs, you dumb... I do not want to spend three hours combing through our things for fucking bugs!"
Because if he did, he was throwing the lanky man's things out the second story window. Again. The fall would shake off the dust if nothing else.
Obviously having bugs is NOT preferred, but who is trying to plant bugs in his living space and why?
Fabio yawned, a few heavy steps were heard, and the fridge door clicked open. Chewing ensued.
"Ish 'ow th' f'ks show th' 'are."
Care? The man was clearly more brainwashed then a mareep. And brain damaged. It was a thin concolation but first semester would likely see this dumbass to the curb due to bad grades.
"consolation"
Ok it took a bit, but i decrypted the 'mouth full' speech: "It's how the folks show they care."
Gio does NOT find that 'care' to be endearing! 😅
Considering 'roommate' and 'grades' it appears this is during Gio's college days.
Shame it couldnt be sooner.
"couldn't"
Giovanni grit his teeth. Counted to ten, twice, then decided to take a break. Wrench clenched in his hands, squirming back and out, the first sight beyond pipes and cobwebs was of the (regretibly)
"regrettably"
familiar form of a man who sort of knew what a shower was. The man was wearing an oversized "GO Tauros" shirt, and boxers, and about a half weeks worth of grease atop his head.
It was the sight of the pizza in the bastards hand froze Giovanni as if he'd been ice beamed to the spot. Oblivious, chewing like the cow his shirt advertized him to support, Fabio looked down at him, long features stamped with obvious boredom.
"advertised"
"Whash y'r," a loud swollow, "problem Sakaki?"
The problem? The leftovers were from a box clearly labeled as his.
Oh... THAT'S what's going on! At first I thought it was because he was eating while Gio was fixing the sink. Which now it seems Gio IS fixing the sink! I guess that means he was fixing it before too.
Before he could even begin to express his anger at the theft the pipes rattled. The grimmer, when it reared up out of the sink, was as nausiating as they came.
"nauseating"
Marked with chickenwing bone spines, egg shell armor that crinkled with every move, and a pen and some papers rising out of its back like a half crumpled fin. It was half 'mon half grease ball, and a complete night mare.
They have grimers in the pipes??
It was also proof that Fabio had no fucking clue how to use the god damned garbage disposal. Fabio managed to both multitask and lower himself in Giovanni's admitibly abysmal regard for the man. Screaming and puking, the lankey man staggered back, agog in panic and nausia.
"admittedly" "lanky" "nausea"
Wow that is QUITE the reaction!
Of course the grimmer absorbed the half digested meal with a sloppy trill.
Scrambling to up, wrench in hand, Giovanni managed a few good swings with his off hand, while using the other to call campus security. If Fabio got clipped in the ensuing maddness... well it was all heat of the moment.
"madness"
Xxx
Suffice to say the university president was not pleased to have two predominent
"predominant"
mafioso members in his office first week in. Small blessings be, there were no bodies. Greater blessings, the Fabio boy's family had paid a garchomp's ransom to keep things hush hush.
I guess the college is in cahoots with the mafia. Makes sense considering the connections one would expect the mafia to have.
The younger, some kid named Sakaki, had had no patron swan in to pay his dues. So by economic casualty the boy was going to be the patsy. The president had had the younger boy go through all the motions.
"had" x2 looks weird even if it technically works. I believe you can remove one and keep the same meaning.
Oh... oh no... Gio gets the blame for the Grimer incident when it was due to his roomates apathy and he was the one FIXING the mess? As soon as Gio gets out... Well, Fabio, it was nice knowing you...
Locked in the campus holding cell, parents called, then once apathy levels were established, the young man had been hauled in by campus security.
The campus president had already seen the Fabio's out, by the sound of raised voices both mobsters had seen each other, and there'd been some verble rough housing.
"verbal"
Rich mocking poor. Slurs. Evil preying on evil, that sort of thing.
But that wasnt his buisness, and the Fabio's money was squirreled away in its proper accounts.
"wasn't" "business"
As far as the President was concerned, all was well.
The Sakaki boy was... rather underwhelming. Sporting a fresh shinner. More knees and angles
"angles"? or did you mean "ankles"?
topped with a mop of short cropped black hair. His clothes were mercifully at the campus laundry, being scrubbed within an inch of thier lives.
"their"
Sakaki's borrowed attire was swipped from a school gift shop and that fee was going to be added under the "damages and expenses toward college property".
"swiped"
Set out in its proper place, front and center, were expulsion papers. The list of accumilated fines and charges,
"accumulated"
and a pen for the boy to scrawl his name upon it all. The confessions would be legally binding, and the money due wired in its proper place once things were said and done.
So he is going to be asked to admit to doing wrong that he didn't do?
Burn it down, Gio!
These are the kinds of moments
villains are MADE for!
"Do you understand why you're here young man?" After all, might as well go through the motions.
"I understand," The young man's voice was a study of pure rage, and he had that growling tone that made a quiet voice carry. Shame he hadnt
"hadn't"
shown a lick of interest in theater, he'd of had a knack. Rubbing his wrists where cuffs had been, the young man flicked his dark eyes on the papers. "That my roommate's habbits caused every pipe on wing A to spawn grimer."
"habits"
Oh wow! So more dorms were impacted than just his!
Silence, as the President smoothed his festures to not let a lick of amusement show.
"features"
"Mon will do as mon will. Thats the nature of beasts.
"That's"
Path of least resistence and all that."
"resistance"
Pointedly the President set his pen on the table. Waited as comprehension dawned. Pale hands snatched the papers, flipped through them, as black eyes flicked over each line like a pair of startled deerling, skatting over each cause, clause, and bill. As if speed would shield him from the consequences.
"skating"
So he is reading something that is making him realize he messed up big time?
At first I wasn't sure what actions were being taken by who, but I think with it menitoning the president at the start, I can assume this entire paragraph was things that ONLY he was doing.
"You're a mad man," near hysterial, Sakaki looked up at the President, eyes bugged. "Do you have any idea who I am?"
"hysterical"
This seems like a big moment for Gio here.
"I understand that in buisness circles your mother is feared. You also need to understand, before you begin any postering, she was... disinterested... in intervening."
"posturing"
Wait, so now the president is NOT afraid? Gio did NOT have a big moment? Why is the president's reactions flip-flopping?
Disinterested was a mild term to describe the sheer utter scorn she held for her boy's academic future. Exercising a smidge of kindness, the President did not disclose exactly what mother had said about offspring. He also had not recorded this meeting despite her stating the only thing she regretted was not being able to personally see "widdle Giani's world fall apart".
Sounds like a wholesome mother...
"Any protections you think you harbor are not." Best he state that planely.
"plainly"
Least the boy get lethal ideas about help that wasn't coming. "So I advise, most strongly, that you sign without fuss. There is a payment plan for the fees, with a twenty five percent interest, if you can't pay it all upfront. Page nine-"
Oh this scene pushes all kinds of buttons. Being blamed for something that isn't your fault is some serious rage inducement. I'm looking forward to whatever Gio does now...
"He started it. You can't ignore that he was dumping my papers into the garbage disposal. Pouring greese, writing supplies, fucking around with the toilets in the womans dorms...."
"grease" "woman's"?
Gossip had spread like wild fire yet again. Really details like that were normally only known between the guards and thier growlithe partners.
"their"
And normally the staff here was discrete. The President made a mental note to talk to the head of security after this...
Because how had this slip of a man heard anything about the Fabio boy's other acts considering he'd been incarcerated during the peak of the plumning disaster... that was a mystery that needed to be sussed out.
"plumbing"
Fast.
There were more secrets here than one frat boy's schenanigans.
"shenanigans"
And here, all secrets needed to be kept least they lose thier tenious
"their" "tenuous"
agreement with the Viridian Mob that guarenterd
"guaranteed"
staff saftey for educating the criminal's offspring.
"safety"
Guaranteed safety sounds like it might be a threat of some kind. "Hey... bub... you DO want our protection...
RIGHT?"
Clearing his throat, the President folded his hands in front of him. Attempted to loom, without getting up. At his age getting up and down were only to be persued when absolutely nessescary.
"pursued" "necessary"
"The Fabio's have been handled. All things between them and this facility are squared away, you however..."
"Fuck you." The brat tossed the papers down. "You know what he did, and I'm the patsy because my mother is a deadbeat bitch?!"
In a nutshell.
"You will calm down and sit down or security will be called and you will be escorted back to a cell. What state you are in when you're picked up by the real police will be concurent with your complience."
"concurrent" "compliance"
Silence, as old man looked down at the younger. Slowly, the scowl of rage crumpled. The young man folded into himself, slumping into his arms, quick enough that the President wasn't sure if he'd imagined the wetness around the young man's eyes, or not.
Masking his face, shoulders shaking, Hate born compsure long gone, Sakaki croaked. "You know... I thought by going here, I was getting out."
"composure"
Wow, so he wanted out. That's a neat bit of backstory!
"You can't get out," the President sighed. "No one does."
Reaching out, he patted the young man's shoulder.
He'd seen this often enough. Children who'd held on, scrambled and scrapped with a ghost of morals and decency, thinking education would set them free. They shattered, each in thier own way, when they found out the one place that'd take them wasn't the escape they wanted.
"their"
Sounds like the president is as trapped as the students?
There were no anti-racism laws in Kanto, or Johto. No checks. No balances. No documentation. And because of that, so many Italians were destitute. Overlooked for any type of employment because they might have connections to the mob.
Supposedly far flung Galar boasted some social progress. Mandates that prohibited firing for being Italian. But Galar was so far away it might as well be another world, rather than another region. And Johto and Kanto had enough
history with the Italy disporia and thier mob ties that thier refusal to deal with them was considered by the masses to be justified.
"their" (twice) "diaspora"
Sad state of things.
Even a form of self defense.
"Let go of me."
The president did so, picking up his pen, tapping it on the desk. A mute warning. He wasn't here to be the young man's counciler. Just here to collect a signiture, funds, and move on with his day.
"counselor" "signature"
Finally, with a shaky breath, Sakaki straightened. Scraping tough looking hands over his face with a watery sigh. Smoothing his hair back with a grumble.
The mute, nothing to see here, was pathetic, but understandable.
"I'm going to give you one shot to do the moral thing." Sakaki warned, voice gritty with frusteration and aborted tears. "You make this disappear, move me to a different dorm, and nothing happens."
"frustration"
Ah, he hasn't given up yet, it seems. Good. What will he do?
Pathetic and delusional.
Lips curling into a sneer, the President ordered. "You sign now, or I call the guards. You have five minutes."
Younger stared down at elder. Face still, eyes redlined, hands clenched together. Refusing to move, speak,barely breathing. Finally, tired of it all, the President reached for his phone. Fingers one inch from pressing on the old fasioned keyboard, he froze, nothing dialed, when Sakaki spoke.
"fashioned"
"The bottem cabniet, right hand side, has a false bottom.
"bottom" "cabinet"
Inside is a special custom cocktail tailored to both your allergies and heart medicines. You're an expensive man to provide for, since you're allergic to most generic fillers. You have two pouches, supplied on the regular. One is an off orange color thats an asphoradic."
"that's" "aphrodisiac"?
"Which isn't a crime. If i had something like that in my posession."
"possession:"
Unmoved by the President's deflection, Sakaki carried on, thin lips quirking into a cruel smirk.
"While it's understandable for a man your age to have performance issues and you not wanting the embaressment of going through open channels for your fun times...
"embarrassment"
It's the other bag that's the kicker. The contents are quite the mix. A bit of this and that... Basically it's a memory inhibitor and asphoradic...
"aphrodisiac"
It has a slow release, twelve hours for both, that build so its victim might just thinks they're sick, a little loopy, then the lust kicks in atop the confusion... Someone might have an afternoon meeting with you, feel sick after hours, and be on the cusp of a confused chemical born break down by nightfall. Mind degrading, body wanting..."
Wow what a piece of garbage this 'president' is. Something tells me he is about to deserve whatever is coming to him.
This is certainly one way to write a villain character. Have them go after other villains for being just as bad or worse.
The president swollowed, eyes flicking anywhere where but the young man, thin hand clenching.
"swallowed"
"Then, the twist. A paralictic chaser to keep them from getting away while you take the master dorm keys in hand, follow them to thier room, and help yourself to the first bag."
"paralytic" "their"
Oh wow, the fact that this happening on a college campus must mean he does it to the STUDENTS!
Silence, the President slowly, carefully cradled the phone. Fingers hovering.
"You're lying. And delusional. I call for help and you never step foot in this place again."
"Thats one option. But I have contacts in the drug buisness.
"That's" "business"
Maybe once academia doesn't work out... I can go back to those roots. I'm a fairly good chemist, aced AP, you can check yourself. With my skills I could easily get into manufacturing custom orders. But I'm sure a man of your moral fortitude would never need to worry about any additives. Your stash is just a hold over from your sowing your wild oats days. A semtimental... curiousity."
"sentimental" "curiosity"
Huh... I wonder what Gio's angle is here?
The phone was set down.
"I took thier money, you can't go back. Those were the terms."
"their"
"I wonder," shuffling the papers, stacking them neatly, Sakaki considered causes and clauses of his expelling with a smirk. "if there's been a few investigations... Mob and otherwise... If you've left any traces of your indulgence on your victims. How would those mafisio families react, knowing you've been raping thier kid's friends and allies?"
"their"
Ah, so there we go.
Face turning an intriguing shade of grey, eyes wild, the old man looked at the younger. Trembling in his seat.
"Tell me, Mr. President," the fake disinterest fell away, as Sakaki lifted his gaze to meet the old mans eyes. "Have you ever laid hand on anyone in the familgia?"
The man's whole body flinch said worlds.
"Interesting, well since we're done here and this is all harmless chit chat, I'll just sign these and..."
The pen was snatched and tossed aside. The papers were ripped away, ripped up.
Wow Gio got him GOOD there!
"I think Viridian University would be.. honored..." the old man swollowed,
"swallowed"
clearly choking down on puke. "To keep someone of your... ah pedigree... around, as long as you see fit."
"Are you stating I could get access to unlimited classes, no charge, for however long I want?" Eyebrows hopping in surprise the young Rocket looked genuinely interested.
He'd also looked friendly earlier, whem rattling off the contents and processes of the bags.
"when"
With an offer like that, Gio could learn all SORTS of things!
The President was uninclined to trust anything form this young man.
Smiling a sickly grin, the older man nodded. "We do have scholarships for a reason Mr Sakaki."
"Well dont let me slow you down, go ahead and toss something together on paper. We can do the signing right now. No time like the present."
"don't"
Good ol Gio. Turning a bad situation into an opportunity.
And there was something sharp in the man's smile, something acidic to his psuedo bubbliness.
"pseudo"
But once it was signd and sealed,
"signed"
legally binding, and swept away (Sakaki prefered the night classes, a win for both the President and Fabio both, less chance for encountering him)
"preferred"
the President lived in fear for a month, maybe two. But time distanced him from that threat.
Sakaki was a typical mobsters son, indifferent to morals once his needs were met. He lived and let live. And that had been a relief. There'd been this girl, then a boy. Both so sweet, all young and innocent...
Then come winter holiday. There'd been a friend, of a friend, of a Mob family. Brought along on a legitimate scholarship, she'd taken her celibration with the staff, and few lingering students.
"celebration"
Sakaki had been there, but been distant. An apathetic guest and a guard to no one. Content to settle into a nook, scan the room, and indulge in the free food.
Out of sight out of mind, the President was content to let things be. He had a fresh dose from a new shipment and mixed it into the unsuspecting thing's water. And she left, never knowing what she drank, wandering off caterwal silly tunes with some carolers before deciding to go home. He'd followed a few hours later, orange baggie in hand.
"caterwal"? Not sure what that is.
He'd dose, then slip in. experience told him he'd have twenty minutes to set things up... Taking a draw, he shuddered, familiar pins and prickles teasing his nose and mouth. But when it started to burn, literally burn, he realized what had happened. His newest dose had been tampered with. He couldn't even scream, his airwars
"airways"
smoldered and he choked on the damaged flesh. Then a paralitic kicked in, pinning him in place, leaving him to his slow smoldering death in the snow.
"paralytic"
Quite the poetic demise.
He was found by pre dawn clean up. His body whisked away to be dropped into the sewer system. After all, what was another death but just another secret to be swept away. A few flicks of the key board and a post holiday sabatacial was declaired, the man stepping down via email due to health concerns, and none were the wiser.
"pre-dawn" "sabbatical" "declared"
Wow, yeah they have a whole system in place for sweeping things under the rug. Yikes!
