"I can't believe you dragged me here."
"But fratello, I heard these things were supposed to be fun!"
"Well I'm not having any fun."
"That's cause it hasn't started yet!"
Lovino Vargas, a young Italian man, was currently seated in a large arena with his younger brother Feliciano. Feliciano had managed to bring Lovino here for a bullfight that was going to be taking place. The two were on vacation in Spain and what better place to see a bullfight? Besides, Feliciano thought it was much better than staying inside all vacation.
"This is so stupid." Lovino huffed, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Shhh it's starting!" Feliciano pointed out.
The two were in one of the first rows, great seats actually. Though, that didn't matter to the older Italian since he didn't even want to be there in the first place.
A few people stepped in to the center of the arena, causing the crowd to erupt into noisy cheers. Especially the woman.
"Antonio! Antonio! Antonio!" Is what the spanish women were chanting the whole time.
Lovino scanned the group of men in the arena and he could see one of them in the center with a cheerful smile on his face.
Tanned skin, soft brown hair, emerald green eyes, perfect smile that all the girls went crazy for.
That was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.
El Matador.
His outfit looks stupid, Lovino thought, What a dork.
Chuckling to himself, he scanned the rest of the men, two of which were on horses.
Huge doors opened and out stepped a fierce bull. It looked dangerous and tough, rugged even. Huge horns, beady dark brown eyes that seemed vacant and cold. short brown fur not to mention how muscular it looked.
Bringing out the bull only made the crowd cheer louder.
Antonio walked over to where the bull was brought and carefully examined him, seeing just how dangerous the beast could be when they fought.
"What the fuck is he doing, why doesn't he just fight the damn thing already?" Lovino wondered.
"He's checking to see how strong the bull is fratello." Feliciano explained
After looking over the bull, Antonio sent a nod over to the two men on the padded horses. The matador stepped back to let the two picadores do their work.
Lovino watched as the bull charged at the horses, and he watched at the men pierced the bulls muscle on it's neck. As he looked over at his brother, he could see the younger Italian covering his eyes and whimpering. With a roll of his eyes, he turned his attention back to the bull.
After about 10 or 15 minuets, the men on horses had stopped. Now a few other men came in and tried to stick flags on pointy sticks into the bull. They were successful at putting two in the bull.
The matador stepped in and placed his flag into the bull's shoulders as well.
Lovino was pretty sure he was going to leave the arena deaf with the way the people were screaming and cheering. And it wasn't even up to the actual fighting part.
Antonio, after placing his flag, stepped back out and was handed his red muleta and his sword.
More cheering from the crowd.
Okay, seriously, Lovino was really gonna leave there without his hearing.
All of the other guys in there stood back, knowing what to expect.
Antonio held up the red cape and made cold eye contact with the bull.
"Venga, toro." Antonio mumbled, shaking the muleta and griping the sword tighter in his other hand.
The bull charged at him in full speed. At this point, Lovino could feel adrenaline coursing through him and actually he was a bit nervous for Antonio the matador.
"Antonio!" The women chanted again.
I can't believe how these woman worship this guy, Lovino thought, looking back at the matador.
Antonio was thrusting his sword every time the bull came close enough to him. He only had 15 minuets to kill the bull but being the excellent matador that he was, that was an extra 10 or 12 minuets for him.
Now being closer to Lovino's side of the arena, the Spaniard shook the cape yet again for the bull and the animal, without hesitation, charged.
It was one of the craziest things Lovino had ever seen, and it happened so quickly. Ina a matter of seconds and with one thrust of Antonio's sword, the beast was laying in front of the young matador who was now panting.
It was silent for a split second before cheers broke out again. Men and women standing up to cheer for Antonio. Even Feliciano found himself standing up and cheering.
Not Lovino.
He'd never admit it, but he was happy for the bastard.
Antonio did look pretty proud.
Though Lovino wouldn't cheer for him.
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"Wasn't that amazing fratello?" Feliciano practically beamed at his brother.
"I guess so." Lovino shrugged.
The brothers were heading out of the large arena now and were going to head back to their hotel room. They'd probably end up watching a movie and ordering room service or something.
Walking behind the crowds filing out, Feliciano clung on to his brother's arm in fear of being left behind. Once outside, the youngest Italian spotted the matador outside the building, lighting up a cigarette.
"Lovino!" Feliciano gasped, "Look its the matador, lets go say hi!"
At that, Lovino felt his heart thump heavily.
For what reason, he did not know.
"No, we'll be bothering him." Lovino told his fratello.
And that was the end of it, Feliciano had no desire to argue with Lovino. So the two walked passed the matador even though Lovino, deep down inside, really did want to go up to him.
((A/N: Short chapter but it'll get better, this is only the beginning ^-^ Favorite and review lovelies 3))