Give In To Me | frenchskylark
“Whatever.” Cassock, sock, same thing to him. Alaude had never been the religious type, he believed people had to create their own destiny and make their own choices, not rely on someone high above that might or might not exist. It was this belief in himself that got him this far in life, not the reliance on some other being.
He looked up at Knuckle with a deep frown, since he had been an assassin before hejoined the French secret intelligence he couldn’t quite understand the big deal of taking a life. They all had to die sooner or later, be it a lowlife scumbag or the most brilliant man alive. Then again, he had ended so many lives that he couldn’t recall what he felt when he took his first, perhaps that was the biggest difference between them.
“It’s not like you can kill me, even if you go full force in combat. I’m not that weak.” Alaude muttered quietly and noticed the people they were tailing had disappeared around a corner. Years of experience in field work alarmed his senses and his hand reached to the gun attached to a holster around his thigh. “Shh.” He pressed himself against the wall right before the corner and peeked carefully. They had increased in number and brought out the firearms, a bullet grazed his cheek as he quickly dodged back to shield himself behind that wall again. “Looks like you got no choice but to fight, father.”
Their conflict in views about their beliefs had always been there. Even before he’d been a priest, it was something they’d argue about lightly. He wasn’t as religious then as he was now. Back then he only believed in a God, he didn’t follow His teachings. He drank, he had sex, he cursed, and many other terrible un-Catholic-like behaviours. That was probably what they’d argue about the most when he’d left for 2 years and came back a priest. “Dat’s not da point. Violence is nawful, Alaude. I dun wantta scrap--” He was cut off by the shoosh. Amber eyes widened and he stopped being distracted at that moment. He turned up his senses and was being just as cautious as the blonde, ducking behind the wall as well. “What’s goin’ on?” Something felt off about the situation. And suddenly he hears the gunfire and he looked shocked. “We’re not supposed ta row, Alaude! Dis issa reconnaissance mission. We ‘ave ta act like dis issa big misunderstandin’.”
The priest looks around, trying to think of something. Something to keep them from getting killed or having to fight. “Toss yer gun. They’ll never believe us if ya ‘ave that. We’re ‘ere as two fellas fancyin’ to go at it in another tavern.” He quickly tried to get the smaller male to calm down and get rid of the gun. Years of working with the Vongola still hadn’t gotten him used to guns.
