We're Going to Venice (Reira)

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa was driving her nice 2008 Lamborghini Gallardo. She could have gotten a 2010 Lamborghini, but these ones were prettier.



See!

Anyway... She was driving down the streets of San Fran with her arm resting out the window, flicking the ashes of a cherry Prime
Time into the wind. La Vita E was blaring on her nice stereo system.

Previously arriving to America, her dad ordered this car with all the nice little tid bits added on. It was cheaper to do it this way rather than getting it transported across the world. Not that it was a problem, but who would risk any scratches to this beauty?

Her eyes glanced to the Navigator and noticed she was almost arriving to the house of Reira M. DeMorvick. It was quite exciting really, even if it was her job to get her. After all Reira and her were reasonabley close.

Mischa tipped her Aviators to her nose, when she turned a corner and the sun met her eyes. She finally reached the beach house and parked on near, but not to near.... And her tinted windows were now rolled up, 'cause she finished her Prime Time.

With a little smirk, she honked the horn, waiting to see Reira pop out and greet her.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira let out a small, relaxed yawn as she moved her arms above her head. She was laying in her backyard, on the warm sand of the beach. It was about mid afternoon, so the sun was hot, tanning her already darkened skin all the more. It wasn’t a problem though, Reira was built for this kind of intensity, considering most of her genes were Italian and Hawaiian oriented. Flipping herself over so she was now on her stomach, Reira crossed her arms and rested her head on them.

What a day…I should get a job or something, not that I need the money…but it’s good to keep my busy. Then again, there really would be no point considering I’m about to get a giant belly, complete with severe back pains, cravings, and throwing up in the morning. And omg…no sex for at least a few months! DAMN IT!


Patting her stomach, Reira smiled. It would all be worth it in the end. Expensive aviators over her eyes, her long hair in delicate curls over her shoulders, the girl got up off her blanket and began to walk back towards her house. She had enough sun and she was quite thirsty. And--“Ouch! Ouch!! Sand….HOT sand!! Ouweee!” Very stupidly, Reira had forgotten to bring a pair of flip flops out there with her. Course the sand wasn’t hot then…but now it was bloody burning her toes. Looking like an complete idiot, Reira made a mad dash to her outdoor pool, skidded to a hault, and dipped her feet in.

“Hallelujah!”

Frick Reira…you’re losing your mind! A sound of a car flooded her ears, along with some catchy music. Strangely familiar music that is. Whoa, is that La Vita E playing---Bah I’m going crazy! But no, she wasn’t, for there in her driveway came a very, very hot ride. Damn, Reira was a sucker for such cars. She loved them! It was so god damn beautiful!! The driver honked the horn and Reira continued to kick her legs in the pool. She didn’t know who it was, and she didn’t have any friends here that would that drive such a car, so she assumed it was for Matrim.

“Matrim,” she called. “Your is friend here, he has a hot car!!” Putting her arms behind her, she leaned back and looked pretty in her white bikini.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa drummed at her wheel to the music as she wated for her beloved gal pal to answer her honking call. Eventually, she saw Reira pop out of no where and plant her feet into a pool. Meems waited for her to come to the car, though Rei just looked up, then ignored it. Mischa bit her lip, a little annoyed over the fact she was going to have to get out of the car. Her plans were to lure her into the vehicle and make a run to the airport.

Mischa huffed her bangs from her eyes and opened the door to the lamborghini and as she stood, her maroon coloured tank top blew a little in the wind along with her hair, which she combed at with her fingers to make it less bedhead-like from all that traveling.

She smiled at the girl who was in a cute, white bikini and was also relaxing. it was, in fact, good to see her pal once again. She shoved her keys in her Guess purse and walked over to the pool, still smiling like the dork she was.

"Hey, Rei!" she called out, waiting for the girl to give her a proper greeting rather than sitting near the pool relaxing. Better damn well jump for joy and give ol' Meems a hug.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira watched as the diver from the vehicle stepped out. Immediately Reira’s eyes widened. What in the hell was going on here!? In other words, Rei was completely surprised, shocked, and bewildered as she saw the person that exited the Lamborghini. Getting up abruptly, she swiftly put on a red tube dress over her almost naked self and slipped on some white flip-flops. With a huge smile on her face, Reira practically ran to the girl whom came to visit her unexpectedly.

“Hey, Rei!”

Reira squealed in girlish delight as she ran onward, her arms outstretched in a hug-like manner.

“Mishca!!!! I’ve missed you!!!”

By the time she spat that sentence out, she was already embracing her friend. It had been much too long. Well not really. The last time she saw Mischa was when she went to Venice after 259 closed down. It was the same trip that she received that phone call from…err well yeah. Jumping up and down in pure bliss, Reira pulled away from Mischa, and held her face in her hands.

“Yo bitch! It’s been a while!,” she said with a smile. “What bring you to my lovely home…,” she laughed then, removing her hands from the girl. “Wait, how did you find it?”

[Mischa Badoer]

Reira stood almost immediately and got on a red dress thingy and ran over to her. They both hugged and both jumped like little girls.

“Mischa!!!! I’ve missed you!!!”

She had a large smile on her face. Something she couldn't help, after all it seemed it had been awhile since they had seen each other. Though they have gone through longer. They parted from the hug, but Reira set her ahnds to Mischa's cheek.

“Yo bitch! It’s been a while!, she said with a smile. What bring you to my lovely home…,Wait, how did you find it?” smiling, and trying to keep away from having her eyes shift she just kissed both sides of Reira's face.

"Yeah, it has been awhile. Um... I've come to visit. And how I knew where it was? Easy.. I'm in the Mafia... I gots da connections!" she said in a jokingly gangsta fashion, though it sounded funny with her accent. But when she said she was in the Mafia and she had the connections, what she really meant was..."Demetri told me your where abouts and paid me to come drag your ass back to Venice." But she doesn't need to know that before she gets in the car.

"So..uh...Wanna take a ride in my car? Its a Lamborghini...Can't pass that down now can yeah Rei?" she nudged her a little while moving her eyebrows up and down for the "convincing" effect. She knew Reira liked hot cars, and Mischa knew this was a hot car; so, hopefully that was bribe enough to get her into the car.

[Reira DeMorvick]

That’s right, Mischa was in the mafia. Well, more like born into it, as she was. Mischa’s father was one of Demetri’s trusted boys, which was why they were able to grow up as closely as they did. And it also explained how Mischa found out where she lived. Reira wasn’t stupid. This was Demetri’s house. He bought it, paid for the utilities and called her endlessly. Of course he knew where it was and she was guessing that was how Mischa knew as well. She had asked Demetri. That was okay with her, she missed Mischa. Her showing up here randomly was a pleasant surprise.

“As in connections with my Uncle,” Reira said with a laugh. “How is he?”

She hadn’t talked to him in a while. With good reason too. The man was a complete jerk as of late. His more controlling side was becoming more apparent each day. Reira knew she was young, but she was seventeen for crying out loud. He should know by now that she could take care of herself. Seventeen wasn’t a big number, but Reira had been grown up for a while…ever since her mother left her and she was forced to make it on her own.

"So..uh...Wanna take a ride in my car? Its a Lamborghini...Can't pass that down now can yeah Rei?"

Reira grinned. Like hell she was going to decline that offer! Getting more excited now, she rushed over the marvellous beauty that resided in her parking lot. Standing beside the silver beauty, Reira rubbed the hood with her hand and smiled like a kid on Christmas morning.

“My god--Can I drive!!?!” Reira opened the front door and was about to get in. Shje knew Mischa wouldn’t let her drive…at least not yet, but she still wanted to be able to see the interior from a driver’s perspective. Daaamn, twas a standard. Hooo man she really wanted to drive it now! Giggling, she crawled over to he passernger’s seat.

“So where we going?”

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa tried not to comment on the fact she was rubbing her finger greese on the hood of her car.. yeah know? 'cause they hadn't seen each other in a long time. Though when she opened up the driver's door.

“My god--Can I drive!!?!”

"Hellsh NO!" she said in a joke-ish tone. Though Mischa turned down her plea she hopped in giggling like a little girl, finding her spot in the passanger seat. Yes, she fell for the trap. One that will get mischa really really scolded.... Reira mad? Not entirely purrty.

“So where we going?”

This caused a minor pause while Mischa was about to stick the key in to start it up. Her eyes somewhat shifted to Reira, but back to the task at hand. Before she said a word she started driving off toward the outskirts of the city.

She clicked the navigator; so, she wouldn't get lost and have to stop for direction.. which would make a good escape route for the soon to be angry Reira.

*San Francisco Airport*

The robot lady chimed.

"We're going to Venice." she said with a straight face, with no evidence of a joke. her hands were planted on the steering wheel and her eyes were set on the road... to avoid Reira's gaze that just might turn her to stone... after she screams and grows snakes for hair!

[Reira DeMorvick]

Mischa didn’t answer her at first, which was odd. She didn’t think nothing of it at the time, for she was much too distracted at the luxurious leather interior of the sexy Lamborghini. That, and the fact that this was Mischa, her most trusted friend. The two girls had each other’s back no matter what, even if the odd’s were stacked against them. At least that was what Reira thought. Tapping her fingers on her knee, she tilted her head towards Mischa and grinned.

“So…you going to tell me or what--”

*San Francisco Airport*

“The hell?!”

It all clicked in then. The reason why Mischa was here. The thought of it darkened her spirits. Her friend didn’t come here for her, no. She came here on strict mafia business. This wasn’t her friend right now, this was Demetri’s henchmen. Why else would she show up with no prior warnings? Reira’s brow furrowed in a way that she only did when she was beginning to accumulate anger.

"We're going to Venice."

Reira laughed. “Fuck. That.” Unbuckling her seatbelt, Reira made direct eye contact with Mischa, a fierce glow in her eyes. “Stop the car. Or it won’t end well for you…friend.”

[Mischa Badoer]

Her brows furrowed and her teeth clenched, looking like she made a mistake. Reira unbuckled her seat and looked her right in the eye. Mischa finally caved and glanced her way, so it wouldn't like she was ignoring her.

"Reira? ReirRei? Don't be this way." she hopped a little in the seat, really worried what Reira would do. Reira was a tough girl, and could get very intimidating. at times. "You know it is sucky for me that I am visiting you on these terms. You know me Rei, I would have come visited you either way..." hopefully she could just talk her out of it.

"Your place is just in Venice... You beling there... with Demetri and I." and away from hypocritical, cheating, hubby!

"Please Rei... Understand I miss you and can you come back with me?"

[Reira DeMorvick]

She was sick and tired of this shit. Her whole life her family had abandoned her and expected her to survive on her own. Now, when all their problems were over they wanted to suddenly rule her life. She loved Demetri to death, as she did with Mischa, but enough was enough. Her temper was under control, until Mischa stated that her ‘place’ was in Venice. Like hell she knew Reira’s place! And she’d very well be how she wanted to be.

“Don’t be like what? Don’t have a choice?!! You have no right to tell me where I belong!,” she half yelled. “I belong with Matrim! He was the only one that was always with me when you and your fucking mafia were out doing damn business. Don’t you dare tell me that I belong with Demetri! He wasn’t the one who raised me for the majority of my life…I WAS. All he is doing now is buying my love with his money, because he feels bad for ruining my life! Now STOP THE FUCKING CAR!”

Reira even went so far as to open the door of the vehicle while it was still going at dangerous speeds.

“I’m not going to Venice. No one can make me go back there.”

Her words were harsh and she regretted saying it. But things come out when one is angry enough. She loved Demetri, like a father. But she just hated the fact that he was trying to rule her life like a total dictator because he disliked Matrim. It wasn’t fair.

“Mischa..don’t make me hurt you.”

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa bit the inside of her cheek while she let the girl talk. It wasn't fair to treat Mischa this way. Only slightly, but not this extreme. What was she supposed to expect? What really hurt was when she threatened her. Would she really do that?

Mischa sighed, pulling into a parking lot. she locked the doors, so Reira wouldn't run off without hearing her out. Mischa pushed her aviators to the top of her head and used her thumb and index finger to grab onto her temples. she sighed again, looking up at her friend.

"Matrim was there for a few things, Reira. but he wasn't with you when he decided to cheat. Demetri and I were." she looked out her own window. "And Rei, its not like I went through stuff on my own as well. It wasn't easy for me to visit you across the world. You barely made any effort to visit me."

She started the car again and turned the wheel before stepping on the accelerator. ", So I hope you understand where I'm coming from and stop seeing me through a dark light. I will take you home." she didn't want to further the hole between their relationship. After the loss of her mother, she wouldn't know how she would handle the loss of her only friend.

[Reira DeMorvick]

All she wanted to do was be with Matrim. Why couldn’t they just understand that? They were making it clear that they wouldn’t make it easy for her to live with him peacefully…not if Demetri sent Mischa all the way here just to try to force her to come back. It just doesn’t work like that. Reira had calmed down some when Mischa stopped the car. She felt horrible for what she said, but she wasn’t about to apologize for it. Not yet.

“I know, and I’m thankful for that. But we worked things out and I’m not leaving him again. Ever. We’re going to get married Mischa. We’re going to have a family…” There was a small moment of silence, then Reira continued. “If I could have visited you, I would have. But how could I? My dad didn’t support me. My mother was off running with Demetri…I had no money Mischa. Don’t guilt trip me with that.”

It was true. There was no way in hell Reira could visit Mischa. It’s not like she knew Mischa was part of the Marino mafia back then, but still. In order for her to visit Mischa she would have had to travel to Venice and at that time, the mafia was led by her great grandfather Rias. It was obvious why she couldn’t visit.

Nothing was said after that for some time. The only sound was the roar of the engine as Mischa drover her home. Good. Reira didn’t want to be in this car anymore. And she was still angered at the fact that Mischa had tried to hold her captive. Within no time, they were back in her driveway.

“Sorry, say hello to Demetri for me when you go back to Venice. Nice seeing you again.”

With that, Reira got out of the car and began to walk to her front door.

[Mischa Badoer]

She halfway ignored what Reira was saying. She wanted a family with him? He was obviously flawed for doing that to Reira. She was absolutely too good for him, and Mischa was absolutely saddened when she had seen Reira broken hearted over a phone call.

The money part too... That was no excuse. Mischa had money, and would gladly pay her visit. That and while Reira was in Alaska, she had money then and the mafia was getting cleaned up. Reira was just finding ways to turn it around on her, rather than facing the truth. If he was willing to do that in the first place, there is something corrupting his mind, and what would stop him from doing something else?

“Sorry, say hello to Demetri for me when you go back to Venice. Nice seeing you again.”

Mischa still, sat there, biting the inside of her cheek. Reira left the car, but before she could be fully out of sight, Mischa honked the horn. She pressed the button so the passanger window would roll down.

If Reira would turn around mischa would reach into the glove department and pull out a little, wrapped present. She would then toss it to Reira's direction, making it an easy catch. Inside was a little bracelet made of white silver.


"And just because I was told to come here.. don't think I didn't want to see you. I was actually looking forward to visiting you.."

[Reira DeMorvick]

She hated to leave Mischa like this, but at least she apologized. She really was sorry for the way she treated the girl, yet it was the only way to make her see that she was serious about Matrim, that she trusted him, and that she loved him. People found it hard to understand, just how deep their relationship went. It was a very one-sided view. Sighing gently, all she wanted to do was get out of the sun and collapse into her bed. She was sick of everything at the moment, the mafia and Demetri especially.

Reira had only taken a few step when Mischa had honked the horn. This caused Reira to jump slightly, but it was barely noticeable. Looking over her shoulder, she stared at her friend with neutral eyes. On instinct, her arm flew out and she caught a small box. It was a present. Now Reira felt like bigger shit. Opening the box, she saw that it was an adorable silver bracelet.

“I-I…thank you. And I was hoping you’d say that,” she say with a grin. “I’ve missed you Mishca…” Her eyes saddened. “I was getting so depressed thinking that we’d part again on such bad terms!!”

Even if that happened, you’d be calling her less than five minutes later!

She laughed then. “You’re not going to leave are you? Please don’t.”

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa smiled as the girl seemed sad about her leaving. Not because she was sad, but because it showed she didn't want Mischa to leave. That and the fact Reira openly spoke out the request of her to stay.

Well, Mischa's personal plan B that Demetri had no idea about, was time to move into action. Mischa opened the door and hopped out running the the girl, hugging her again. Even if she did leave, she would call Reira and try to beg her to be friends again.

She parted from the hug, but her arms clasped just aboce Rei's elbows. Her grey eyes studied Reira's brillaint blues.

"I'm sorry, Rei. I know you didn't want to be dragged to Venice... But it was a job I couldn't turn it down.. That fact and the fact that I wouldn't actually mind you living back in Venice with me." she made a little nervous laugh. "But... can I come in? Do some catching up with you?"

She was hoping she would be allowed. She wanted to visit with her pal. That and she could actually tell her plan B.

Plan B: OPERATION; LIVE IN SAN FRANCISCO!