Ones Choice Leads To Another

by Newly_Understood

Summary:

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Elliot gets dragged out of the comfort of being able to go home after a tiring rush hour by his gambling-addicted best friend, Chance. As he invites him to gamble.

He, of course, rejects at first. But after some "convincing", he caves and accepts.

Who who've told him that he would've been met with a much bigger problem that he wasn't ready for. -♡
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Notes:

This is my first fanfic like ever. I mean, sure I've done writing before and allowed my close friends to read it, but I've never posted anything online. So, spare me if the grammar or punctuation isn't accurate/used correctly. -♡

Chapter 1: Beginning.

Bold words = Thoughts of (character)
() = Authors note/thoughts.

As Elliot was packing up, scrubbing the tables, mopping the floors, things a normal fast-food employee would do while wrapping up the place, he heard the soft chime of the welcome bell.

“Sorry, we’re closing!- Oh, it’s just you Chance.” Elliot said politely before his tone turned to casual as he recognized the presence of his gambling-addicted best friend for god knows how long.

“Hm, what’s this? Dissatisfaction from my favorite pizza boy?” Chance teased, propping their arm on the ordering desk separating them and Elliot.

“Just get to the point, Chance. Not in much of a mood right now, especially when I’m super burnt out right after rush hour.” He interrupted as he was looking down at the ordering machine, resetting it for the next day.

“Just tryna invite my best buddy out, no harm in doing that, is there?”

“Absolutely not.” Elliot said quickly, glaring at Chance.

“Oh c’mon! Just one gamble? You ain’t hurting anyone! In fact, you don’t even have to gamble. Just watch me do what I do best!”

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Elliot finished changing into his casual clothing in the backrooms and put away his apron, making his way out of the back door to sneak away from his best friend.

But Chance was quicker. As he was already waiting for him on the other side of the door, spooking Elliot.

“Oh, my god.” Elliot gasped, clutching his chest as if they were pearls.

“Not you tryna to abandon me.” Chance muttered, their tone mock saddened.

As they strolled down the surprisingly empty streets of Robloxia, the starry night greeted them with many shining stars in the sky.

“C’mon, please?” Chance repeated, their eyes contorting into those horrific puppy eyes that Chance thinks works on Elliot for its cuteness, but for Elliot, it was the exact opposite.

“…Fine.” Elliot murmured, looking away from Chances’ disgusting expression.

Chance silently cheered, pumping his fist. “Atta’ boy! And just a heads up, the guys I’m going up against may seem a little intimidating, but no biggy!”

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As they made it to the casino, a lady was already there to greet them… Well, more like greet Chance and just acknowledge Elliots’ presence.

“House Master Chance, welcome.” The lady greeted, before shifting her gaze to Elliot. “And Mr. Elliot, to you as well.” She added with a polite smile.

As she asked us to follow her to our designated private gambling room, (I don’t know jackshot about casinos or gambling so bear with me. - _ -) Elliots’ eyes decided to wander.

First, he noticed the very shiny chandelier in the middle of the entire casino, illuminating the entire place like the sun.

Second, everyone, and I mean EVERYONE was in formal attire. As if Chance wearing a fancy suit every day wasn’t enough, these people looked like they were going to attend the Oscars.

My god.

Shiny dresses and gowns bright enough to blind anyone, and fancy suits with polished shoes that looked like they cost a fortune.

And in all that glamor, Elliot felt severely underdressed. In his baggy jeans and oversized hoodie that says, “When life gives you lemons, make orange juice.” With a picture of lemons equaling orange juice, and sneakers that looked like he’s been wearing them for a decade.

Oh, Telamon help this man.

Once they finally made it to their room, Elliot swears he felt the air shift. From this warm almost cozy-like heat radiating throughout the casino, to a chilling cold like they were out in the woods.

Dear lord.

The first thing Elliot sees in the room was this tall (even while sitting), ruler-like man, wearing polished black dress shoes, alongside sleek black dress pants that had a white lines design. Along with a long-sleeved polo shirt that was tucked in by a long-sleeved vest, which was all pulled together with a tie. And to top it off, he wore an unbuttoned trench coat that hung over his broad shoulders, insinuating his large size. It was like he was trying to blend in with his surroundings in a predator type way, and most definitely NOT in a cowering way.

He has on a fedora that casts a shadow over his eyes, making him more mysterious and dangerous looking. As he was posed at the head of the table, he was with… four (supposed) henchmen?

What has Chance gotten himself into.

Chapter 2: Round 1. (Ts sounds like Alnst)

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As Elliot looked around and took in the surroundings of the room, he easily realized that Chance was messing with the wrong people. And now, Chance has practically dragged him along, just great. -♡
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Notes:

By the way, this is heavily inspired by Elliot_Toil. (And specifically, their work "Random written PizzaDebt".) Thank you, for giving me inspiration and motivation to make this. - ♡
(And please go read it, its amazing truly.)

They were seated either beside the tall man’s chair or stood behind his chair, guarding like sharks.

The first one had a white top hat, with a black ribbon wrapped around it. The second one was wearing the same shades as Chance along with an earpiece. Great, they’re communicating as well. The third one, was wearing the same headphones as Chance along with a small French black hat. And the last one was wearing an ushanka hat.

(They all generally have the same outfit on, a white long-sleeved polo shirt with a black vest.)

Together, they looked like the mafia. I mean, the boss himself looked like it even if he was by himself, but the four henchmen were just like the four missing pieces in a puzzle, they were needed.

They were like the “breath the wrong way, and we beat you for fun.” Type of mafia.

 Once we were finally seated, Elliot sat at the side of the broad board in one of the spectating chairs.

“Oh? I thought he would be joining us, giocatore (gambler).” A deep, rich, slightly Italian accented voice emitted from the broad-shouldered man, sending shivers down Elliots spine.

“Nah, leave him out of this. It’s just you and me.” Chance replied, his tone was not stern, but serious enough to get his point across.

They both pushed forward large amounts of betting chips, more than Elliot has seen like- ever. (Weird, your ahh has never been to a casino though.)

“Two rounds, giocatore.” The man whose fedora was blocking his eyes reminded, “Both are everything or nothing.”

Everything or nothing? What’s that mean? I guess never gambling in my life has led me to not understand even a bit of their “slang”. Elliot thought, not even noticing when the man with the same headphones as Chance and that black hat on taps him on the shoulder.

Elliot is snapped out of his daze as he looks over to the man, his confusion clear as day. “Yes?” He whispered so only that man’s ears would hear.

“Who do ya think is gonna win?” He asked as he was the same speaking volume as Elliot.

“I don’t know, Chance is a real good gambler. But your boss seems pretty good as well.” Elliot answered, gesturing to both subtly.

“How’d you know he’s my boss?” He asked suspiciously, as if it wasn’t obvious.

“I think it’s quite obvious.” Elliot deadpanned, “What’s next? You’re gonna ask me how I know that you all are mafia members?”

 The other man froze, before looking away with a pink tint of embarrassment.

Weird… Elliot thought once more, before facing the gambling session going on. But the second his gaze shifted to the board, he caught the eyes of someone else on him for a split second. Almost like a glimpse.

The boss. He was looking at Elliot but looked away as quickly as he could once he saw that Elliots’ gaze shifted to meet his. But it was too late apparently because both Elliot and Chance caught wind of it.

Chance and Elliot exchanged a look of suspicion, before Chance looked forward to Mafioso, playing their turn. And Elliot looked at the board once more.

Chapter 3: Round 2.

Summary:

Chance lost his first chance in the first round, now being on practical death row. But, savior Elliot comes out and gives him another Chance. And they can't possibly fail, could they? - ♡

As time went on and the first round came to a close, Chance wounded up losing ALL his betting chips, as his loss to the Mafioso (As Elliot assumed that he was an Italian mob boss and such). As well as not coming prepared with extra, like the fool they are. “Would ya look at that, giocatore. You’re all done.” The bossman spoke, devilishly grinning. “Seems like Lady Luck isn’t by your side anymore.”

Chance glared up at him, eliciting a taunting laugh from the goons because of their bosses’ condescending words.

“Well? How are you going to continue with no betting chips?”

“I could obviously go out and get some more.” Chance rolled his eyes, trying to keep his confident demeanor intact, but it was obviously slipping.

“Oh, that’s not a choice giocatore.” The Mafioso cooed, as he looked like he was reaching for something. As Chances eyes widened, his and everyone else’s attention was redirected to something else. Or more like, someone else. A yell.

“Wait!” Elliot yelled out in a panic, making everyone’s eyes shift to him. Resulting in him falling under pressure. What do I say? What do I do? Until Elliot had an idea. It was crazy, stupid, and probably wouldn’t work, but it was worth a shot.

He took a deep breath before saying, “I have a suggestion of what you could gamble for instead of betting chips.”

The Mafiosos’ lip twitched upwards, before falling to a simple smirk. “And what would that be.”

“Me. I offer myself as a substitution for Chances’ loss of betting chips.” Elliot responded   boldly, head straight and shoulders squared. “By… whatever means.” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chances’ jaw dropped. “E-Elliot...!”

“I accept.” Chance turned his gaze to the man sitting in front of him, “As a substitute, pizza boy will be your “betting chip”.”

How did he?- Elliot thought.

Chance looked back at Elliot, making eye contact with him. “Elli, you can’t be serious. Say you take it back…!” they said with urgency written in their tone, as a way of warning him that he was messing with the wrong coop.

“I’ll be fine Chance, if you win of course. Remember? I’m your betting chip.” Elliot smiled at him, as Chances eyes softened behind the shades.

Chance regained his composure and faced forward, completely serious. “Game on.”

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As the second and final round begun, Elliots earlier bold composure started to fall as nervousness creeped in. What if he did lose? What would happen to him? Maybe Chance was right, he should’ve pulled out of this ‘deal’. But now, there’s no turning back. And Chance is his only hope.

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Chapter 4: The Final Dealbreaker.

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Chance…. Lost.

Elliots eyes widened in shock, surprise, and despair. All hope was lost.

“How unfortunate.” The bossman said with mock pity, before his smile turned to a wicked grin. “Well, I suppose we get to keep the pizza boy, don’t we?”

Elliot opened his mouth to protest but quickly shut it as he remembered that he offered himself in the first place. And now, he was dealing with the consequences. (Dealing with the consequences, get it? Because he’s in a deal- okay not funny I know.)

“Boys, grab him.”

“WAIT!—”

The four henchmen didn’t waste a breath before grabbing Elliot, putting chloroform over his mouth, instantly knocking him out. They were quick to pick Elliot up and make their way out of the private gambling room. As Chance rushed after them, the second he stepped out of the room, they were gone. Like shadows.

Chance decided to run out of the casino, scanning his surroundings until he saw a sleek black limbo, as they were putting Elliots unconscious body inside the car before stepping in the car.

Chance made a coin flip. Tails, don’t go after them. Heads, (In which he really hopes for) do go after them. Shit, tails. He looked up from his coin, only to see the limbo speeding away into the night.

“I’m sorry, Elliot.”

 

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Elliot wakes up in a shock, his body somehow not drenched in sweat…? Almost like he was bathed, because he didn’t feel any ick or dirtiness on his body. He then looked down to realize that he was on a very comfortable bed, like the expensive kind. Which made him surprised, and lifted his head to take in the interior of the room he was in.

It truly screamed expensive. Expensive and fancy, with gold linings in the corner of the walls, insinuating the marble walls along with the marble floors. The bedside table was also marble, with the tv built into the walls. A marble vanity, (wow, they really liked marble.) and a comfortable sofa set in front of the tv, making it look like a mini living room.

The glamor of everything really struck Elliot, making him confused why he was being treated with such luxury despite being their hostage. Whatever.

Elliot then heard tapping on his window, which made him look over to said window. Elliot was a bit skeptical of opening the window, as it could be anything, but nonetheless. He stood from the bed before slowing making his way over to the window, he then pushed it up slowly only to reveal…

…. Chance. Of all people he would expect at this moment, Chance.

“Chance… How’d you-“

“Had to climb through their large ass gate, a bit surprised it wasn’t guarded by anyone.” They responded quickly, looking up at Elliot. “But that aside! I just want to say, I’m really sorry.”

 “For what?”

“For losing to that stupid Sonnellino!” Chance spat, his expression yearning for forgiveness.

Huh, so that’s his name. Or at least his last name because that seems too long to be a first name. Elliot thought.

“I should’ve brought my a-game, but I ended up getting overwhelmed by nervousness and the weight of losing you that I quite literally did. And now, you’ve wounded up here, kidnapped and there’s nothing I can do to help you because of the de-“ Elliot suddenly wrapped his arms around Chances head.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” Elliot said quickly, but calmly. “It’s not your fault, Chance. I offered myself, remember? There was a 50/50 chance (chance heh.)  that this would happen. So, there is no need to bring yourself down for something that I brought upon myself.”

Chances eyes widened behind the glasses before softening as he buried himself in Elliots embrace, as he reached over and wrapped his arms around Elliots waist. They stayed like that for a little bit before Chance started to wobble, losing their balance. Elliot gripped his arms to keep him from falling over, before Chance took a deep breath.

“I think it’s time for me to go,” He said urgently, as he looked down. “Seems like they’ve found me out.” As a bunch of gubbies (they’re just bunnies lmao) started swarming the ladder they were using.

“Well, better do it quickly then.” Elliot smirked.

Chance somehow made it off of the ladder and scurried to climb over the giant gate, now making Elliot question how he managed to bring a latter with him as well, but I suppose that’s beside the point.

As soon as Elliot turned away from the window, he was greeted with the face of the man-who-started-it-all, Sonnellino (?). “Oh, I didn’t know you were there.. How long have you been there actually?”

“Just walked in,” He responded, his voice unexpectedly sending shivers down Elliots spine just like the first time Elliot heard it. Sonnellino noticed this and chuckled, a deep, rich sound.

How cute. Sonnellino thought, just like a bunny. Maybe, I don’t regret this decision after all.

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Chapter 5: Continuation.

Summary:

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“Though, I do have a question.” He continued, making Elliot cock an eyebrow. “Why do you have the window open on such a cold night?”

Elliots’ eyes widened, as he realized that the window was still open. He quickly reached over and shut it, making an abruptly loud sound. “Oh, no reason...”

Sonnellino tilted his head to the side, as if he were scanning him behind that curtain of shadow blocking his eyes. He then smiled, “I suppose I’ll leave you too it then. After you done with your “sightseeing”, I’d suggest changing into more appropriate clothing.” Which made Elliot realize he was still wearing his baggy jeans and oversized hoodie, making him flush out of embarrassment. He shortly left after his comment, leaving Elliot alone.

Elliot took his advice and walked around the interior of his room, finding out where his new closet was. Only to see the same outfit on five hangers, huh. “Couldn’t they have been more open-minded on their clothing choice?” He took one of the outfits on the hangers and walked to the bathroom. (once he found it.)

He, obviously, was greeted with luxury. Truly, this entire room just called him broke in 18 different languages. Despite growing up wealthy, this level of rich is new to him. The walls were the same as the room outside of it, marble with gold lining in the corners that met. The sink inside the bathroom was marble, along with already having the normal necessities on top of the counter. Toothpaste, hair brushe(s), hair gel, and other necessities. In the shower as well, with expensive soap, shampoo, and conditioner.

Elliot quickly changed out of his old attire, making him look more formal despite being in someones home. Well, more like forced to be but he digresses. He stepped outside of the bathroom, before walking out of his room. And as expected, he was met with glamor. Genuinely, it made him wonder if he was in a palace or something. As he didn’t see anyone guarding his room or anything, he made the initiative to walk down the stairs, met with the grand hall.

He walked down said hall until he spotted a kitchen, his practical comfort zone. But he didn’t want to enter as he saw two others inside, one of them with the same shades as Chance on, and the other with a ushanka hat on. Elliot felt a little bit of anxiety as he walked inside the kitchen, footsteps silent.

But suddenly, the one with the ushanka hat turned his head, seeing Elliot. “Oh, Elliot.”

How does he know my name? Do they all know it? Elliot questioned in his head, looking up at the man in surprise. “Uhm, hi.”

“What are you doing here?” He questioned, cocking an eyebrow.

“I’m just exploring, as I just woke up a few minutes ago.” Elliot responded, rubbing the back of his head. “One question though, if you know my name, isn’t it only fair that I know your guys’ names...?”

 

The man with the same shades on as Chance perked up, directing his gaze to the guy with the ushanka hat, they made silent communication once they made eye contact. “I’m Caporegime.” He introduced himself, looking back at Elliot. Before gesturing to the man beside him. “And his name is Soldier.”

“Caporegime and Soldier, such interesting names.” Elliot repeated with a polite smile, before adding. “If you don’t mind me asking, what is the name of the other two?”

“Other two?” Soldier said.

“The one with the headphones and the other one with the white top hat.” Elliot said.

“Oh, that’s Contractee and Consigliere.” Caporegime clarified.

Ah, more interesting names.. Elliot thought.

“Well, thank you! I’m going to continue roaming now.” Elliot says awkwardly, as he shuffles his way out of the kitchen.

“Oh, have fun.” Soldier replied, before adding. “Uh, don’t go down to the last floor! It’s full of... body parts.”

Andd that makes me remember they’re killers.

“Noted!” Elliot shouted back.

Elliot starts to walk about, finding multiple rooms filled with numerous unused things. Like clothing, ....guns, ammo, the armory, (where the guns and ammo should be) balloons??, and etc. How bizarre.

He decides to make his way upstairs once more, where all the personal rooms are. He notices that each door that enters into the residents of the mansion has their own personalized aesthetic to it. Even his own name is written on the top of the door frame surprisingly, because he didn’t even notice it when he walked out.

He walks through the halls of the upstairs area, as there weren’t that many rooms up there. A few guest ones, sure, but pretty limited compared to the size of the mansion itself. He walks past Consiglieres, Caporegimes, Soldiers, and Contractees. Each door was decorated in their own special way. And lastly, at the end of the hall, there was Sonnellinos. More like his office because it wasn’t decorated and personalized like the others, but whatever. But instead of Sonnellino, it wrote... Mafioso...? Is that his name instead?

He guesses.

Elliot got a little curious and decided to get closer, seeing his door slightly open. As Elliot neared, he saw the trench coat wearing man and peeked into the room from the slightly opened door. As he tried to be as invisible as he could, he saw Mafioso on the phone, the phone cord wrapped around his large finger. They still use those?

But anyway, Mafioso and whoever was on the phone with him seemed to be having a very serious conversation as his tone was nowhere near polite or casual.

“I think I’ve given you enough opportunities, giocatore. Now you’re running away like a little cagna.” He snarled, his body language giving nothing but hatred and annoyance. “And now, we have your little friend as payment. But that’s not nearly enough.”

Elliots eyes widened, as he heard the conversation going on. “Is he talking to Chance..?” He muttered, once he recognized the nickname that the Italian man had given Chance. Elliot heard yelling going on the other line, and he could barely make out some of the words the other person was spewing. All he heard was, “leave” , “alone”.

Leave who alone? Leave Elliot alone? Suddenly, Mafiosos head snapped to the side. Side eyeing the now more open door, but nobody was there. As Elliot saw through the small creek of the door that Mafioso turned his head forward once more, Elliot finally let out his silent sigh of relief when he knew that Mafioso hadn’t saw him. Or so he thought.

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Chapter 6: Continuation. (Pt. 2)

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“Step out, dear Elliot.” Mafioso said slowly, “You’re too slow for my eyes not to catch you.”

Elliot froze, he saw him. Elliot slowly stepped into view of the door, head hung low in shame.

“Aww, don’t be saddened.” Mafioso cooed, as Elliot heard the sound of a phone being set back down on its dial, the screech of the chair, and the pitter patter of feet. Suddenly, a big and large hand cupped his chin strangely gently. Then it tilted his face upwards, allowing Elliot to meet the complete face of Mafioso. As dark red eyes stared down at Elliot in a sinister sense, Elliots eyes widened.

“You didn’t hear much, did you?” The larger man questioned, his confident smirk plastered on his face like it would never be wiped off by anything in the world. “Because if you heard more than you were supposed to, I’m afraid I’d have to..” He leaves off like that, tension so thick that a knife could cut through it.

Elliot soon looked down at the ground, unable to continue to make eye contact with Mafioso. Almost like he was feeling shameful for stepping into a conversation he shouldn’t have. “I only heard the part of you warning someone... I promise I didn’t hear much...!” His eyes shot back up at the taller man, like he was pleading.

Mafioso was a bit taken aback by his sudden small outburst, his eyes widened slightly before his smirk enlarged into a grin. Cute... He thought, his eyes softened back to his confident gaze like before.

“Perfect, thought I might have to snap your neck.” Mafioso released his chin shortly after, allowing Elliot to stop holding his breath as he was folding under the pressure. Once Elliot heard him, he looked at the larger man with a bit of fright in his eyes.

“Kidding. Wouldn’t want to harm my guests, not on the first day at least.” Mafiosos’ grin fell back to a casual smile, causing Elliot to look away.

You don’t joke about things like that, especially given the situation. Elliot thought, as he decided to ignore the last part, before his attention was redirected to the sound of Mafiosos voice once more.

“Well, now that you’re here, I might as well tell you what you’ll be doing here in the meantime.” Mafioso spoke, one hand on his hip. “You’ll be our personal cook, since that’s your specialty is it not? You’ll be cooking our meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” He added rhetorically.

That’s not that bad, and it’ll be a way to spend my time. Elliot said in his head, before asking as if it were a job. “Do I begin tomorrow?”

“Mhm.” Mafioso hummed before beckoning. “But I would appreciate it if you were to leave me alone for a bit, I do have more phone calls that I need to make.”

“Oh—, no yeah of course. I’ll be on my way.” Elliot replied, walking out of the office. Closing the door behind him like any normal person. “Should I continue wandering, or should I go back to bed?” Elliot asked himself.

Going to bed. That’s enough exploring for me. Elliot thought before walking to his bedroom and shutting the door. As the rest was history.

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Chapter 7: Cooking with Contractee and Elliot.

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Elliots’ body woke up instinctively around 6 am, (me too dude.) before going into his bathroom to wash up and get ready for the day, to then put on his outfit of the day. As he noticed nobody was up, he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen, his hot spot. As he finally decided to explore the kitchen further, he only found out that they have every and any ingredient ever. You’d think they were feeding some unknown country with how stocked up they were, He just knew that any regular market would love to see them coming.

He decided to make regular pancakes for himself and everyone else subconsciously, as growing up he would always be asked to make breakfast for his family, and he IS a fast food worker cooking for the people after all.

He took out 6 plates, laying numerous pancakes on each of them. He, of course made extra to either store away for the next day or if anyone wanted seconds. He also made sure to put a maybe one or two more pancakes for Mafioso because of his big size, taking that into consideration.

“How nice of you to put more for me.” Elliot shrieked internally as he jumped slightly, turning his head to glance at the mafia boss, meeting the casual smirk on the yellow-skinned man, as he was wearing a matching pajama set that was black and white.

“Good morning.” Elliot responded politely, smiling slightly as he got a ‘mornin’ in response. “And I couldn’t help but notice your large size, so it’s only natural for me to put at least some more for you.”

“How kind.” Mafioso walked over and took his plate before walking to the dining area, the walls and floors were the same as everywhere else around the mansion, but the dining table was made of cedar wood painted white, so it would match the aesthetic of the rest of the palace.

 

Shortly after that, the henchmen woke up. The first one to come downstairs was Caporegime, dressed in black and white pajamas as well. Then after was Consigliere and Contractee, as neither of them had their accessories on and Consigliere had his hair in a messy bun while Contractee had a buzzcut, so he has nothing to worry about. And the last was Soldier, but this time he wasn’t wearing his ushanka hat and had surprisingly long hair (for a guy, I suppose.) that reached his shoulders.

“Good morning.” Elliot said to all of them with the same tone that he used for Mafioso, a small smile on his face. Getting a ‘morning.’ In response from each.

He instead gave each plate out, handing them separately to the henchmen. But as he just as he handed Contractee his plate, he looked to the side. And once again, just like when they first met, Elliot caught Mafiosos eyes. But this time, Mafioso didn’t look away. Those dark red eyes bored into Elliots golden ones, and they held eye contact like that.

For Mafioso, everything faded away. Like it all blacked out, like nothing mattered anymore. Nothing, but those golden amber eyes. It reminded him of autumn, his favorite season. Fresh apples and lush orange leaves turning the previous green trees into something more nostalgic, something more calming. Something more...

Elliot looked away, a small ting of blush on his cheek because of embarrassment. And Mafioso snapped back to reality, as his eyes stayed on Elliot for a bit after that fleeting moment before looking down at his finished plate in despair. It was like wind just woosh past him, what was that? Why did he feel strange? Weird. Very weird.

After everyone finished their pancakes, they split off to do their own separate things. But Contractee walked up to Elliot shyly as the pizza boy was cleaning up any mess that he made. “Hey, Elliot..” Elliot looked at the slightly taller man, cocking an eyebrow.

“Hm?” Elliot hummed, curious.

“How’d you... Make those pancakes?” Contractee asked, fidgeting awkwardly.

“Oh, you want me to teach you? Do you all not have a cook book, or something of the sort around here?” Elliot asked, starting to look around the kitchen for a recipes book.

“Well, we do, but Consigliere has all of them. And other than the personal chef we have around, he’s the one who mainly cooks. And I don’t know to much about cooking.” Contractee inquired, making Elliot stop.

Don’t know how to cook? Well, wouldn’t I know a lot about that. Elliot thought consequently, internally looking to the side with a nervous smirk. As he regarded all the years he’s spent learning how to cook and adapt to other types of cooking, despite how naturally gifted he was to cooking and whatnot.

 “I can teach you, if you’d like.” Elliot replied, making Contractees eyes light up.

“Really?”

“Mhm. Why don’t you grab Consiglieres recipe book for me, and we can make lunch together.” Elliot smiled as he saw Contractees obviously excited body language, and Contractee walked away. He quickly came back with a recipe book in hand, handing it to Elliot.

Elliot quickly took it, flipping through the pages. As he landed on a page that read ‘Fettuccine Alfredo’, with a delicious picture of the dish and instructions of how to make it. “Why don’t we make this?” Elliot quipped, looking at Contractee.

“Sure.”

They got to work, setting up all the ingredients that they needed and working alongside the instructions. Halfway through, Elliot allowed Contractee to completely takeover, still helping him along the way like a mother. At the end, the pasta ended up a little burnt. But that was fine, normal rookie mistake.

“You did so good Contractee.” Elliot praised as he clasps his hands together, looking down at the finished pasta.

“You did help every step of the way, so thank ya.” Contractee looked at Elliot, a small smile on his face.

“No problem, and it’s also my pleasure.” Elliot responded.

Everyone came back from whatever they were doing previously, coming from wherever they were before, attracting towards the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. Contractee and Elliot in the kitchen quickly got out plates and started putting different quantities on each plate, setting each plate down on the dining table for each respective person.

 As Mafioso entered along with Consigliere, he noticed how close Contractee and Elliot were. As they were quite comfortable in each other’s spaces, making Mafiosos eyes under the shadow of his fedora slit in small eyes of jealousy. But he quickly stopped this as he remembered that that was one of his boys. A person part of his family. He shouldn’t feel any animosity towards someone who has been so loyal to the Sonnellinos, to him.

“Is that Fettuccine I smell?” Consigliere asked playfully, making Contractee turn towards him.

“Yeah, and Elliot helped me make it!”

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Notes:

Please do give me some constructive criticism if there was anything you didn't like, or you felt like there was heavy mischaracterization in some aspect. (Thank you for reading this) -♡