p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"Hey guys, Komathesoap here! So, sorry for the long absence, but lately with schoolwork and an uncooperative computer, I haven't had much time to do shit. Also I'm really lazy./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"Anywho, after re-reading this story, I realized how a lot of characters were super OOC, so I'm redoing it. Currently, this chapter is a piece of shit, but I need something to replace my old first chapter with, so I'll make this chapter at some point also./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;""Guilty!" The words rang in Lovino's ears, but it didn't feel...real to him at all. No. No way. This can't... He was fully incapable of forming a coherent sentence with his thoughts. No. The room was spinning, Lovino's legs shook and threatened to give out from the weight of it all. He leaned ever so-slightly forward and braced his forearms over the metal desk in front of himself to keep steady. A hard chair sat behind the male, but he didn't trust his own body to move from it's standing position. No. To his left, Lovino saw his younger brother Feliciano, begin to comprehend what the judge had just announce as well. Unlike his brother, eighteen year old Feliciano Vargas had still been sitting in his own chair when the decision was told, whereas Lovino stood. Feliciano's face scrunched up, and he quickly buried his head in his arms sitting atop the desk. Even so, his brother could tell he was sobbing as his shoulder violently rose and fell. The twenty one year old had little time or patience needed to try and console the sobbing so Lovino turned his head back to front of the room. There sat the black-clothed figure atop a rather menacing-looking metal protrusion poking up from the floor. No./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;""No! Wait I-" At the cry of his dearest friend, Lovino Vargas' head once again turned, this time to see Antonio fighting to get out of his seat amidst others in a gallery of sorts, against two menacing guards. It was then that he realized that he couldn't hear well. It felt as though his ears had been plugged with cotton or something of the sort. Every voice-even Antonio's-fell on mute. No. No way. The room was spinning, or maybe it was the brunet that was spinning. Did he have a fever? His forehead felt hot, but he couldn't reach up a hand to check. Lovino felt lightheaded. Why couldn't everything stop with the horrid spinning? This can't-/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;""Lovino and Feliciano Vargas are hereby sentenced to twenty years of labor at The Farm! Court dismissed!" Lovino's ears had resumed working correctly just as what he dreaded hearing was announced. The sound of a gavel rang in the room. No. No way. That's not-we're innocent! We didn't kill anyone!/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;""Wait! Hey let me go!" Antonio continued to wrestle with guards, Feliciano continued sobbing, and Lovino didn't dare move./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"No. It was all he could think as his wrists were handcuffed behind his back by a police officer. No. This is a mistake. He wanted to say something as he was shoved forward, walking to the big metal double doors that lead outside. This can't be happening! He walked past Antonio, who looked to him with pleading green eyes. 'Don't go.' His look seemed to say, but Lovino had noy say in the matter. He was a tad bit glad that Antonio was no longer fighting with the guards./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;""I'll get you out of there!" He called as Lovino walked right past him, head forever forwards. To some, it may have seemed an action of rudeness, though it was really due to the fact that Lovino believed looking to his left, to make eye contact with his boyfriend, would send him over the edge. He would begin bawling in the middle of the courtroom, and would loose what little part of himself managed to keep the rest together./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"This has to be a dream, right?/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"Anywho, after re-reading this story, I realized how a lot of characters were super OOC, so I'm redoing it. Currently, this chapter is a piece of shit, but I need something to replace my old first chapter with, so I'll make this chapter at some point also./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;""Guilty!" The words rang in Lovino's ears, but it didn't feel...real to him at all. No. No way. This can't... He was fully incapable of forming a coherent sentence with his thoughts. No. The room was spinning, Lovino's legs shook and threatened to give out from the weight of it all. He leaned ever so-slightly forward and braced his forearms over the metal desk in front of himself to keep steady. A hard chair sat behind the male, but he didn't trust his own body to move from it's standing position. No. To his left, Lovino saw his younger brother Feliciano, begin to comprehend what the judge had just announce as well. Unlike his brother, eighteen year old Feliciano Vargas had still been sitting in his own chair when the decision was told, whereas Lovino stood. Feliciano's face scrunched up, and he quickly buried his head in his arms sitting atop the desk. Even so, his brother could tell he was sobbing as his shoulder violently rose and fell. The twenty one year old had little time or patience needed to try and console the sobbing so Lovino turned his head back to front of the room. There sat the black-clothed figure atop a rather menacing-looking metal protrusion poking up from the floor. No./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;""No! Wait I-" At the cry of his dearest friend, Lovino Vargas' head once again turned, this time to see Antonio fighting to get out of his seat amidst others in a gallery of sorts, against two menacing guards. It was then that he realized that he couldn't hear well. It felt as though his ears had been plugged with cotton or something of the sort. Every voice-even Antonio's-fell on mute. No. No way. The room was spinning, or maybe it was the brunet that was spinning. Did he have a fever? His forehead felt hot, but he couldn't reach up a hand to check. Lovino felt lightheaded. Why couldn't everything stop with the horrid spinning? This can't-/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;""Lovino and Feliciano Vargas are hereby sentenced to twenty years of labor at The Farm! Court dismissed!" Lovino's ears had resumed working correctly just as what he dreaded hearing was announced. The sound of a gavel rang in the room. No. No way. That's not-we're innocent! We didn't kill anyone!/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;""Wait! Hey let me go!" Antonio continued to wrestle with guards, Feliciano continued sobbing, and Lovino didn't dare move./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"No. It was all he could think as his wrists were handcuffed behind his back by a police officer. No. This is a mistake. He wanted to say something as he was shoved forward, walking to the big metal double doors that lead outside. This can't be happening! He walked past Antonio, who looked to him with pleading green eyes. 'Don't go.' His look seemed to say, but Lovino had noy say in the matter. He was a tad bit glad that Antonio was no longer fighting with the guards./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;""I'll get you out of there!" He called as Lovino walked right past him, head forever forwards. To some, it may have seemed an action of rudeness, though it was really due to the fact that Lovino believed looking to his left, to make eye contact with his boyfriend, would send him over the edge. He would begin bawling in the middle of the courtroom, and would loose what little part of himself managed to keep the rest together./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"This has to be a dream, right?/p