No matter how strong or harmful he may seem, Luciano is actually very weak as in emotions and mental wise. He can't keep his thoughts away and he breaks down whenever he's alone. True, the Italian might seem aggressive but it's mostly a cover up. Some people say that the people that are the loneliest are the kindest and the saddest are the ones who smile the brightest. But was this actually true? Quite honestly, Luciano didn't know if this was a fact or a myth. It was sad to see such a strong man out in the pouring rain and leaning against a hand rail with his head hanging down and 'rain' running down his cheeks.
There was rain; it was just mixed in with tears. See, it was horrible of him to have bottled up his emotions for years. And now, he was paying the price. Luciano was dressed how he normally would be and without an umbrella. Honestly, he didn't have many people that he could actually trust. Hell, he barely trusted himself anymore. Luciano only raised his head when, even though the rain beating down on the ground, he heard footsteps coming towards him.
He couldn't help but frown and move away from the hand railing and start walking. Then, his name was called. The man's violet eyes widened and he started shaking a bit and more tears filled his eyes. He fastened his pace and continued to walk. Though, it was obvious the other man behind him was speeding up as well. How did he know it was a man? Because anyone he ever spoke to was a man. Women were too dramatic for him honestly.
Ivan saw the Italian walking in front of him; he smirked when he saw the others pace quickens. He must be scared of him, and how could that be? He hasn't done anything... yet!
"Luciano stop" he shouted out as he waited for the other to stop or even turn around, but he didn't he only kept on walking faster and faster. Ivan decided to start running towards the other to stop him from leaving, but then Luciano started to run.
But Ivan was faster and caught the other in a matter of minutes and used his arm to wrap around the others neck and then pushed him against the wall, he didn't want to hurt him. He just wanted the other to calm down.
He then noticed the tears rolling down the others eyes, "talk to me, da?" he said as he let the grasp on the others neck go which caused Luciano to crumple to the ground, Ivan was confused he had been told that this was one of the scariest and dangerous people, so why was he below him crying and broken. He knelt down beside the crumpled body as he pulled him into a loving embrace.
"What's wrong? Tell me, da?"
Luciano couldn't hold himself up any longer. It hurt to. So what if he was supposed to be strong? He was feared by many and that was the good thing. Nobody dared to fuck with him. Though, when he felt arms wrap around him in a warm embrace, he growled and shoved his closest knife into the man holding him. "Let. Me. Go." He growled out, not really in the mood to be held like this.
Ivan felt a sharp pain in his arm; he looked down at the angry man who was holding a knife in his hand covered in blood, Ivan's blood. It didn't hurt much because it was only a surface wound and it would probably be healed in a few minutes but it hurt that he was trying to help and he was shoved away and stabbed for his efforts.
Luciano glared towards the man and huffed, "Just leave me the hell alone," he said in a tone that seemed broken. He hated it.
"Why? Why would anyone want to be alone?" Ivan said as he saw the broken man in front of him.
"Asshole, just fuck off!" He said again as he pushed him away forcibly.
Ivan didn't like the way the other was talking to him, he got his pipe out as he tried to use it to hurt the other.
Luciano had plenty of knives and explosives on him. "Try it and I'll shove a knife down your throat.'
"Would you! What if I told you I had your brother hidden away somewhere where you would never find him?" Ivan said as e smirked
"Then I wouldn't hesitate to kill you." He growled.
But then you will never find your brother again, and he would just stay there trapped with a couple of my friends" Ivan said as he let out an insane laugh
"Then fucking kill me before I do it myself."
"Why would you want to kill yourself, wouldn't you rather feel pleasure then pain" Ivan purred as he stroked the Italians hair
"I would rather die than feel pain daily," he said simply before jabbing another knife into him.
"You don't feel pain; don't you have your beautiful boyfriend Lutzs?"
"Boyfriend? As if."
"So your single?"
"Why would you care?"
"Because I have always admired you, and wanted you"
"Well too bad, Asshole."
Ivan looked at Luciano and decided to leave him alone, he thought that his choice of trying to get with the Italian wasn't working, maybe he should do what Francis had told him to do when he asked for advice, get flowers and chocolates and maybe a gift, and then maybe Ivan could ask the Italian out for a date tomorrow?