What would happen if the boy in the plague mask was not just the boy underneath, but was just another mask? A mask made out of ivory? Here is my interpretation of Scipio's true face, of his mask and how it is revealed.

There is going to be gore, blood, guts, implications of yaoi (boyxboy love: prosperxscipio and any pairings I see fit), sadism, masochism, angst, and all that jazz. If you have a problem with it, you have been warned. Flames will be used to burn Mrs. Lovett and make more meat pies.

If you wish to adopt this story/idea I would be most pleased, just inform me. I know for a fact I will not be updating frequently, forgive me, but once again, you have been warned.

Sadly I do not own anyone or anything related to The Thief Lord. If I did I would be extremely rich and there would be more truth in my ideas than that of just random notions my brain came up with while I was asleep.

Ps: this is just a teaser of sorts. Haha I left you hanging at the end too. Hope you enjoy it. The more feedback on it I get, the more I will write.

Watery Grave

Slight au-ish, follows book verse for the most part, though I have Scipio not going on the merry-go-round but still living with his father, but not sent away to school.

It had all been fun. Completely harmless fun. There had been no ill intentions, no malice, no deceit, just plain, harmless fun. And yet it had ended in tragedy, something they thought they had left behind with most of their troubles and the merry-go-round.

The whole group, Riccio, Hornet, Mosca, Prosper, Bo, even Scipio had gone out for fun all together, something that hadn't been a possibility because of how busy their thief lord had been over the last few weeks or so, especially over the past few days they hadn't seen him at all.

But this early morning the mask wearing boy had appeared at the Stella with a bag over his shoulder filled to the brim with heavy treasures, if one could tell from the strain it seemed to put on the older boy, as well as the noise the bag made whenever Scipio had moved.

According to Scipio, he had gotten quite a haul, though he wouldn't say from where, only that the treasures were going to be sorely missed by those who had once possessed them.

And not only did the thief lord return bearing gifts, Prosper had gotten one of the greatest deals they had ever gotten with Barbarossa, getting more lira than they could count. It seemed even the red beard had his limits to how well he could swindle and how well constructed his poker face was.

According to Riccio, when they had pulled out one of the items in particular the balding man's eyes had lit up like a fireworks' display, giving Prop the upper hand in the dealings.

So far it had been more than a fantastic day, which lead them to San Marco to the Campo Morosino.

So far they had done a bit of well earned splurging, purchasing more food of higher quality, books for Hornet, some tool for Mosca and his boat, Prosper and Bo new coats, and more cakes than even Riccio could count from one of the pasticcerias. Now they were all either lounging about the square, or in Bo's case trying to reach one of the birds that had alighted in the fountain, causing Prosper to stand near him, fretting as always.

Some time during Bo's attempts to reach the bird he accidentally splashed Prosper, causing the boy to become quite befuddled as water dripped down his face, which, in turn, caused everyone else to burst into a fit of laughter. Even Scipio was laughing, and it had seemed forever sense the older boy had laughed.

Pretty soon everyone was involved in a splashing war by the fountain, not bothered by anyone else since not many tourists were around because of some show going on nearby. Riccio and Mosca seemed to be having the greatest of times, they getting much more competitive than the others, even dragging Hornet from her book when Riccio had accidentally splashed water her way.

Now it was Hornet who was giving everyone a run for their money as she drenched Riccio in the spray, chastising him for being childish with each splash, repeating over and over that if he had ruined her book he was going to be in for it.

Prosper was grinning from ear to ear, watching everyone else have a great time, his little brother looked so happy, it really warmed his heart. The brunette turned his attention to Scipio, who seemed to be hanging back a bit. Well, he was going to change that.

Smiling mischievously Prosper reached foreword and splashed the older boy, the water hitting Scip right in the face, causing his dark brown locks to stick to his face, surprising the overly grownup acting boy, who was now blinking confusedly as if he didn't understand what had happened.

Everyone was laughing, watching the older boy shake himself off, laughing genuinely, smiling brightly as he reached a hand up to his drenched face to wipe away some of the water.

It was only after that that his face seemed to fall, no longer laughing, his face serious- complexion almost ashen in comparison to his usual ivory face. His dark eyes were focused on his hand, the eyes widening exponentially.

Prosper was the first to notice the change in the teen as he stared at him, eyes questioning before his face to fell, his mouth gaping, eyes transfixed.

Scipio's hand found itself obscuring the ivory face, head down, dark locks now blocking him from view before the male had turned on his heel and fled, moving so swiftly as if the devil himself was on his heels.

Prosper was left staring at where the other had been standing, his heart pounding harshly in his ears, oblivious to the other's concerned voices which now seemed to be nothing more than white noise as the boy still stared, mouth still gaping, unable to believe what he had just seen.

After all, it had to be a trick of some sort. Scip's face was still ivory. It was just the light- it had to be, there was no way that what he had seen was really there.

There was no possible way. There just couldn't be…

But as many times as Prosper told himself this, his heart wouldn't slow down, if any thing, it seemed to pound even faster against his ribcage.

His chest ached, but whether it was from his heart beating so erratically or what he thought he had seen he didn't know, he just wished it was only the former. He didn't think he could handle any more pain.

Ooooooooo what is wrong with Scipio's face? ^^ Haha you will never know unless I get some feedback. ^^ And hopefully when I do get feedback it won't take me too long to get the next piece up. Oh if you knew what I knew you would feel bad for the poor little Massimo. Go Massimo whumpage!