And Luciana will be walking through the city, looking for her younger brother. Growing up, she couldn't help but feel abandoned and a little jealous of him. Since it had been so long, Luciana had all but forgotten what Feliciano looked like. She figured he'd have those same green eyes and same brown hair.
When a young man with green eyes and light brown hair walked by, Luciana followed him until they were alone. when he stopped to tie his shoe, she pounced, tackling the young man to the ground. Her breath reeked of vodka and Disaronno. "You little bastard~" she hissed. "Why you? Why did grandfather choose you?" despite muffled protests of confusion, Luciana turned him over and sat on his chest, much like she did to Antonio in her younger days.
When the sun peeked through the bridge, Luciana got a better and closer look at the man she was straddling. "You!- Wait... You're not Feli- AHH!" she yelled as she was shoved off and pinned. "Gerroff me!" she whined while struggling. "No, not until you tell me what the fuck is your problem..." he said, panting. Luciana squinted in the bright sunlight and couldn't help but think, 'Damn, what a sexy voice' before mentally facepalming. "Alright alright! I'm sorry now geroffmenowplease?" she whined yet again. The Lithuanian chuckled and let her sit up. "Name's Toris. You?" he asked, holding out his hand. Luciana scoffed and straightened her dress, brushing off the dirt. "Luciana. I, uh, apologize for jumping on your back... I thought you were... Someone else." she added quietly, blushing slightly. Toris laughed and helped her up. "Lemme guess, your ex boyfriend?" he said with a sneer, and that got him and kick to the gut. "No you idjit! My idjit brother." she muttered, crossing her arms. "Grandfather gave me to Antonio, while he raised my little brother... Ugh" she spat. Toris still held his stomach. Even though he was annoyed that she beat him up AND kicked him in the stomach, he couldn't help but feel oddly attracted to her.
Luciana caught him staring at her with a half-smile half grimace out of her peripheral vision. "What are you staring at, Toris?" she demanded, blushing a little more. Now it was his turn to blush. "Ahh... Nothing" he lied. Thinking the tables had turned, Luciana smirked and walked up to him. "What... were you staring at, Toooorrrrrrriiiiissss?" she asked, slurring ever so slightly. Her hands on her hips, Luciana tapped her left foot, waiting for an answer. Toris said nothing. Feeling rather annoyed, Luciana stepped closer. "Well? You were staring at something-" She was cut off as Toris pushed her up against a wall. Hands on either side of her head, he stared into her emerald eyes. "Tori-" was all she managed to get out before he kissed her.
At first, the Italian protested and flailed before giving in and gripping his loose cream colored shirt, pulling him closer. A barely audible moan escaped her lips as the kiss continued. Suddenly Toris pulled away, slightly horrified, but mostly embarrassed. He had never kissed a girl before, let alone someone who he had just met... Or beat him up. "I, uh... Er, sorry about that" he mumbled, stepping back. Luciana snapped back to reality and blushed, "Um, what? Oh... Si, i-it's alright... I-I didn't... don't mind... Er-" she stammered before noticing that Toris was now less than an inch away from her face. "T-Toris?" Luciana whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. "Luciana~" he murmured before kissing her once more. Luciana returned the kiss, until a loud, irritating ringing sound came out of nowhere, "What-? Oh, it was a dream... Toris, where have I heard that name before?" Flopping down onto her bed, Luciana looked at the clock. "GAH! I'm going to be lateT^T" she grumbled as she showered, ate breakfast, and left for school.