Note: This is 2p!Italy ladies and Gents with some minor changes (like the scar) hope that helps ^^;
Karakuri- 1) Emotionless artificial life forms that were created by the government to be the perfect fighters, used for military and security purposes. 2) Orphaned children, experimented on by the government, to create perfect, unquestioning fighters.
"Karakuri Feliciano, the Director requires your presence." The soft voice came from the doorway of his room. Feliciano cracked open an eye, and almost hissed at the brightness of the light streaming into his dark room from the hall way. He didn't show any outward discomfort, just calmly got out of bed and began getting dressed, not questioning the fact he had been woken up in the middle of the night.
"What's your name?" Feliciano asked, his voice devoid of any emotion he might be feeling.
"Karakuri Emil." The boy's face was just as emotionless.
"Age?" He didn't have any scars and appeared to be young so Feliciano assumed they had just started training the younger, he wasn't good at hiding the annoyance in his eyes.
"Thirteen." The answer almost caused the auburn haired Karakuri to lose his composure, the age bringing back bad memories. But he didn't show anything, other than absently brushing the hair out of his scarred eye, they had beaten that out of him a long time ago. Once he finished dressing, he allowed Emil to lead him to the Director's office. It wasn't like he didn't know the way, but being led there by a younger boy must've been a humiliation.
She liked inflicting those.
Feliciano had been expecting the Director to be sitting at her desk like she was, with a gaze that could wither trees. He hadn't been expecting the scientist standing next to her, nor the other two Karakuri standing in the room, one of which was his brother.
"You can leave now Emil." The Director dismissed the boy, her cultured voice bone-chilling. The boy gave a small bow before quietly leaving, shutting the door behind him.
"You wanted to see me, ma'am?" She turned her withering glare on him.
"No," She corrected coldly, "I want you to see Lovino's execution." Feliciano's brain stopped and his blood froze at those words. He kept himself composed on the outside and calmly asked for permission to speak with Lovino.
"You may." Feliciano walked calmly over to his brother, his insides anything but.
"Lovino," He whispered to his brother, quietly enough to not be overheard. "What's going on?"
"She just told you, my execution." Feliciano's eyes widened at his brother's glib comment.
"Lovi-"
"Just do want they want Feli." Lovino's golden hazel eyes stared into his and they looked hollow, like he was already dead.
"I'm sorry I wasn't a better bro-" The loud report of a gunshot rang throughout the room and Lovino's body fell forwards onto his brother, bits of blood and skull splattered in the younger's hair.
"This was a demonstration." The Director intoned, lowering the still hot gun.
"You're to be the perfect soldiers, you can't show weakness like petty affection, caring for another is a weakness." Feliciano was speechless, still holding his brother's dead body up against his own.
"As for you Mathias," The Director turned her heartless indigo eyes on the blond Karakuri.
"You need to be taught the same lesson. Bring the boy in!" She shouted and two of the security guards walked in, holding a beat up Emil between them. It was obvious they had already roughed up the boy, from the split lip and already darkening bruise around his eye. The Director pointed her gun at the boy, cocking the hammer.
"No." The soft objection came from behind her.
"Hmmm? What did you say?" She asked, craning her head back to look at Feliciano without ever taking the gun off of Emil.
"I said..." The auburn haired man began, gently lowering his brother's body to the floor.
"No. You're not going to kill that boy." He stood up as the director gave a short, bark-like, laugh.
"And what' will you do to me if I do." He pushed the scientist - who was still standing there shocked- into the wall hard enough to knock him out and leaned down in front of her.
"I will kill you." He hissed and she laughed as if this greatly amused her. One of her dainty fingers tightened around the trigger of the gun and for the second time that night a gunshot echoed around the room.
One of the guards fell to the floor, blood pouring out of a wound in his chest, and Feliciano's long fingers tightened around the Directors wrist, which he had pushed to the side. He leaned forward, his grip on her wrist tightening, and whispered close to her ear.
"Big Mistake." And then he heard something snap, whether it was his mind or the frightened woman's wrist he couldn't tell, but a blood curdling insane smile suddenly filled his face as the woman began to scream. The remaining guard pulled out his pistol and let go of Emil to aim at Feliciano. Unfortunately for him Feliciano was faster to grab the Director's forgotten pistol and give off two quick shots, one hitting the guard in the shoulder, the other his thigh. Emil gave a quick blow to the back of the guard's neck as he crumpled, knocking the other unconscious.
"Unlike you," Feliciano intoned turning his full attention back to the Director, who was cradling her wrist to her chest.
"I only kill when necessary." He turned the gun so that it faced her.
"You won't kill me!" The director gasped out, trying and failing to hide the tremble in her voice. The truth was she was trapped with a highly trained lunatic that had a gun trained on her.
"No and why not?" His finger tightened around the trigger.
"You're fragile"
Shot.
"So fragile."
Shot.
"A fragile human."
Shot.
The Director stared at him, indigo eyes wide. Three bullet holes smoked in the chair not even inches from her head.
"But the thing is," His smile gained a mocking undertone. "I'm human too, more so than you actually, because I still have a conscience and a heart, no matter how much you try to kill them." She never saw the fist that slammed into her face coming. Feliciano heard an audible snap as the vile woman's nose broke, blood streaming down her face, and he felt a small twinge of pleasure, because damnit he should be able to get a small revenge. This also knocked her out giving him more time to finish things. He carelessly tossed the gun on the desk and returned to Lovino's body. Kneeling he placed his forehead on his older brother's cold one.
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." Tears spilt down his cheeks, falling onto his brother's, giving the illusion they were both crying.
Mathias watched as Feliciano straightened back up and crossed Lovino's arms over his chest. The blonde's arms tightened around Emil as Feliciano stood up and walked torwards them.
"What's he to you?" Feliciano's voice was cold and his brandy eyes were narrowed on them.
"He's the brother of someone I love." The auburn haired man nodded.
"That makes him your brother as well, protect him with your life." He turned then, picking the dead guard's gun up, and walked out, the two blondes watching as he left.
Once in the hall Feliciano's face once again twisted into that insane smile, and a cackle spilt from his lips. Oh how he longed for blood to replace his brother's that was spilt on all over this building. And wouldn't you know, there were guards right there. He wouldn't kill them, but inflicting a little pain would be okay, right? After all, these were the people that had kept him there all these years and had given him the scar that covered his right eye.
Gunshots and screams rang throughout the building.
A/N: Hey guys! So here's the first Chapter of Karakuri Burst, based on the Vocaloid song by the same name. I hope you'll stick with me through this, as this is the only bloody chapter ;^;, I've got the next three chapters written and waiting to be typed.
BTW If you noticed the change in it towards the end, it's cause I changed my working song from Rin and Len's "Rimokon" to Alesana's The Emptiness album.
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