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miyuskyePrompt: Criminal/Gangster AU
Fandom: Fate/Grand Order
Pair: Edmond/Gudako (sono capace di shippare altro in fgo? Si, ma scriverò sempre su sti due)
“The wind blows, the river freezes.” The young woman sitting beside Gudako, long black hair tied neatly in order not to let them interfere with her actions, sighed. “The hero fords, never to return!” Woah, way to be positive, Ms. Ke, seriously. Gudako couldn’t help but think about those words while sitting uncomfortably with her legs pressed against her chest in their hiding position. She knew that the mission was basically suicide – she wondered why her father decided to send her in the first place – but Jing Ke wasn’t helping with her ominous words. Gudako grew up sheltered, as any young lady would; she learned the arts of a high-class woman, such as dancing and singing. There was just a tiny detail distancing her from everyone else. She was the daughter of the leader of one of the most influential Qing Bang’s – the Green Gang – branches. At that time, it was one of the most fearsome criminal gangs in the whole of China. They monopolized the trade and business of every item which couldn’t be sold at your normal market. During those times, one of the most profitable activities was selling opium and, lately, some concerning news came to her father’s ears. It seemed that a foreigner – a man from Europe – with two bodyguards came to their territory and started an underground activity of his own. Of course, one of the bodyguards was Chinese as it would have been impossible for a complete foreigner to start such a business with their strength alone. There wasn’t a lot of information on those people, as they liked to do their business using various layers of intermediaries and, up until now, no member of the Green Gang could get closer to any of those people infiltrating their country. People belonging to Gudako’s father branch, and to the most important branches in the Qing Bang had tried to make contact with the mysterious trio, but every single one of them ended up slaughtered either directly by one of the bosses or by one of their men. Regardless, even if they saw one of them face to face, it was only to be killed a minute later, so the whole matter was just provoking immense losses to the family. However, they couldn’t just leave those men be. They had to uphold their honor and no one was allowed to set foot in their territories and do as they pleased. If they wanted to sell opium they had to pay the Qing Bang a proper price to continue their activities. It was simply unacceptable.
Gudako had been oblivious to these kinds of drama until a few days earlier when her father called her in his office and ordered her to accompany his most trusted assassin – Ms. Jing Ke – to a mission with the objective of targeting the foreign gang leader’s head. Even if Gudako somehow knew about the shady deals her father conducted and she was aware of being in a difficult position as the heir of such a dangerous person – the amount of bodyguard constantly following her tipped her off in more than one occasion – she couldn’t understand the reasons behind her father’s actions. She had little to none amount of training and she wasn’t able to fight for her life. The day before the departure, as the little girl was shaking in fear inside her own room, Ms. Jing Ke was drinking her heart out at a bar. Gudako couldn’t understand why she was so calm. She was basically going straight into a suicide mission, there was no way the two of them were able to confront the people who had killed so many of their men? Gudako wondered why her father would put her in such a dangerous situation.
In addition to all of that, Gudako had just found out that Ms. Jing was ready to die in that mission. Well, the red-haired girl was not. The two girls had been trying to spy on the foreign gang since that morning, near the location of what an informer told her father was their hideout. Gudako wanted to go home. As she was about to tell Ms. Jing that she didn’t want to die, a loud noise shook her. All that she remembered shortly after was that Ms. Ke took out her knife and started fighting. As for Gudako, she was paralyzed in fear; she had never fought in her whole life. Why was this happening to her? Suddenly, she felt something pressed on her mouth and a stinging smell filled her nose. Her field of view faded into darkness, the last thing she saw being the concerned and desperate look on the assassin’s face as she was calling out to her. After that, her mind was clouded in complete darkness.
***
Gudako opened her eyes, prompted by the familiar smell she immediately recognized. She couldn’t help it, after all. Living as the young heir of one of the most influential and powerful Chinese criminal organization meant also know by heart the smell of opium, even if she didn’t directly taste it herself. Despite not inhaling it directly, she was already under its effects and the combination with the influence of whatever those people used to knock her and – supposedly – Ms. Ke out, was making her head spin and her whole body feel drowsy and dizzy. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, of course, but with the last shreds of rationality, the girl retained she could feel that her body sensations were limited and that she wouldn’t be able to fight properly. Well, it wasn’t like she had always been this great at fighting – after all, the daughter of the leader of the main branch was able to live quietly thanks to every other underling of her father working in the shadows to keep her safe. Then, the girl briefly wondered again, why did they send her to this mission? The world was still spinning around her tired face, but using every ounce of energy in her tiny body, she forced herself to distinguish at least what was present in that room. From the soft feeling under her, she was over a carpet and a few cushions, in a large squared room. The smoke from the opium was filling the whole area, but she could make out the fine curtains adorning the place. Moaning weakly, she looked around more. Where was M. Ke? Some muffled voices came to her ears. She didn’t know them, and they were talking in a language she didn’t know. One of the voices was dark and deep, but suave. She felt like she knew it. Turning her head toward the noise, she could make out three figures. She recognized immediately one of them. Li Shuwen, one of the most fearsome martial combatants of her time. She had heard about him from her teacher while he was trying to instruct her – failing miserably – on the martial arts. He also heard his name from her father, as he was apparently the Chinese bodyguard who helped the foreign man into their lands. Upon recognizing him, it took quite a while for her opium-affected mind to process that information. As the reality of the fact struck her like a lightning, she let out a low scream, which actually came out like a weak whimper. As if she needed another confirmation that she wasn’t cut for spying or the criminal life, the three men were called by her voice and turned to her, looking puzzled. Gudako didn’t know the other two men sitting near Shuwen. The one at the farthest right was wearing an attire without sleeves, which exposed his strong muscles. He had some tattoos, which fit very well with his image as a gangster. He wasn’t Chinese, but he didn’t look like the leader.
The man sitting at the center, however, had a whole different aura about him. He was dressed in a green cheongsam, probably made from a fine tissue – Gudako could tell even in that condition – and his large sleeves ended with a white piece where golden symbols were finely embroidered. He was laying comfortably on a bunch of cushions, a pipe in his left hand, with opium fumes coming from it. His skin was pale, like the slightly curly hair adorning his face, tied but still let fall on his shoulder. At first sight, one would call him disheveled but there was something refined about him. His eyes looked tired, probably from all the smoke, his mouth partly open and he was staring at her. Moments ago, the three of them were engaged in a discussion and he had been looking at Shuwen, interested in what he was saying. Now, three pairs of eyes were looking at her, and Gudako didn’t know what to do. The man at the center was, without a doubt, the leader of the foreign gang and she was in front of him, hopeless and defenseless. She wondered why her father put her in that situation. The leader lightly tilted his head and started speaking, in Chinese this time.
“Well, it appears you have woken up, miss young lady from the Green Gang.”
Marvelous, they immediately understood who she was. Then, why wasn’t she already dead?
“Where’s Jing…?” Gudako weakly asked. She still couldn’t think straight, so she just said whatever was on her mind.
Shuwen started to speak at that moment. “Your assassin friend is in prison. If you behave, we will let her go safely.” Oh, thank God, she was alive. Even if she had very low expectations for that mission. Wait, what did he mean by ‘behave’?
She was about to ask it, when the leader started speaking again.
“I’d like to tell you my name, fair lady. However, I fear that now it’s not the appropriate time. For now, you can call me Count.” He smiled softly at her. If he hadn’t killed, like, half of her father’s underling Gudako would be flattered by that smile. At his words, the other foreigner rolled his eyes.
“Look, maybe you’re wrong and you’re just making yourself believe it. Because the girl is cute and you want to f-“ The other man was so thoughtful to say that in Chinese so that Gudako could understand.
“You should mind your language, first of all. Then, if we assume that your deduction is correct, we need to ask ourselves the reason behind this action. Do you have a proper explanation for that?” The stern voice of the man who called himself Count made the other sigh.
“Well, I’m not playing that detective game of yours. I’m just here to fight people, I don’t care. Do what you want.” Visibly annoyed, he stood up and signaled Shuwen to follow him.
Gudako was visibly confused by that whole situation, as the men seemed to have caught her father’s intentions better than her. Sighing, the Count stood up and with a few steps closed the distance between him and the girl, sitting near her. Even if her senses were being blinded by the substance, Gudako instinctively tried to sit and tried to distance herself from that man. He wasn’t scary, as he was unarmed now that she noticed, he just made her feel emotions that weren’t proper in that situation. Gudako could swear she had read in a book that opium made your head feel light and raised your body temperature, but she wasn’t sure opium was the cause for her current condition. She swallowed and tried to ask the other man something, but he preceded her.
“Well, I can’t say I like the Green Gang’s poor manners when presenting gifts, but beggars can’t be choosers, am I right? Besides, their present is quite akin to my tastes.” He slurred, caressing lightly Gudako’s cheek, placing lightly his pipe near him.
Wait, what? The girl couldn’t believe his words. Was that really his father’s intention? To give her up to the fearsome leader of another gang to propose an alliance? Was that really all she was to him?
Gudako didn’t have much time to think about it as the other man started tracing her lips with his fingers, his eyes lingering in the way she melted against his touch. The girl didn’t want to admit it, but he was indeed having an effect on her.
“You seem to take the opium effects quite strongly. Are you not used to it?” The Count asked, concerned. However, he didn’t wait for a reply. Keeping her face still using the same hand which had been caressing her lips minutes earlier, he kissed her lips. The Count was not sweet, nor gentle. His lips were fierce, passionate and demanding. Gudako could taste the opium from him as he was ravishing. Feeling the heat between her legs becoming unbearable, she whimpered needly under him, as he gladly complied and started caressing her thighs.
Seeing his face up close, the red-haired girl couldn’t help but be lost in his somehow sad eyes. As she felt his hands near the place she wanted them most at that moment, she softly moaned his name, letting herself go in his embrace.
“Count…” Gudako sighed once again, opening her eyes.
In place of the sumptuous hideout, she was some moments ago, the ceil of her Chaldea’s room stared back at her.
“Master…? Are you…?” Edmond’s voice reached her ears. As she turned toward him, she found him dressed in his usual dark attire, his hat placed on his lap. He was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking at her with a worried expression. Gudako blinked once or twice, before realizing that the whole situation was just a big wet dream she had about her – hopefully – obnoxious Servant.
“It occurred to me that you were dreaming. At first, I thought it was a nightmare, judging you’re your pained expression, but then…” The Count left his words hanging. “Well, it didn’t seem to be caused by the usual ghosts that chase your dreams.” Heck no, they weren’t. Gudako hoped with the strength of thousand suns that Edmond wasn’t able to somehow see her dream or that would have been pretty embarrassing. She didn’t know how she could explain having such a dream about him, dressed in a Chinese attire, having his way with her. Gudako knew that she could never say that out loud but he looked amazing in those clothes.
“Perhaps I ate too many dumplings yesterday. Mash did an amazing job cooking them. I somehow ended up having a strange dream about China...”
At his Master's words, Gudako clearly saw the other man gasp lightly and turn his gaze away from her. When staring at him, she noticed his cheeks being quite red.
“Yeah, if you need something from me, Master, I would love if you just asked me directly, instead of taking out your desires using your dreams.”