So guys, it's been a while! You may now notice my pen name has changed to 'spamano my tomato' which is awesome xD you maybe also noticed the change in the summary and the title of this fic. The other one was too long and the summary didn't really describe it so ja :)
Anyway! New chapter it right here! Slrry for any mistakes. Any trainslations (with all chapters) will be at the bottom. Sorry if it sucks ^^
(also no matter the amount of lemons I write I don't like swearing much so the missing letters and stuff are intentional. Sorry if it bugs you :) )
t xxx
The sight in front of me when Vash opened that door made me freeze and wish I could just click my heels and return home.
A young man with silver hair and startling red eyes was being restrained by a male nurse and a female nurse. Opposite them was a very tall man with silvery blonde hair and wild violet eyes (he looked a lot like the girl from the plane), being held back by three male nurses as a man whose outfit and tool belt told me he was a janitor of some sort, attempted to remove a piece of drainage pipe from the man's gloved grip.
Water was flooding the corridor and girls wrapped in short towels with dripping wet hair were gathered by an open door. I could just see showers along the wall rough the door. Presumably, the removing of the pipe had stopped water flowing to the showers.
Next to me, Vash sighed, pulling something from his trouser pocket and making his way towards the commotion with a muttering of "Not again..."
When he neared the scene he brought the object from his pocket which I could now identify as a whistle and brought it to his lips, blowing loudly making everyone but the orderlies cover their ears. When the whistle stopped, Vash had everyones attention.
"Girls! Go to your rooms and wait until the water is back on." The girls by the bathroom began to walk down the corridor, giggling as the cold water on the floor touched their feet. "Ivan...Give Berwald the pipe so he can fix it." He spoke a lot softer this time, as if not to anger the blonde man. "And you Gilbert...you'll be lucky if you don't end up in Isolation." He glared disapprovingly at the albino who just smirked back. Addressing the orderlies restraining this 'Gilbert' Vash said, "Take him to unit 6."
Soon after Gilbert had been taken away everyone else began to lose interest in the situation and return to what they were doing before, even Ivan, the tall blonde, had released the pipe to the janitor and was now sitting on an old looking sofa in an area just right of the main corridor, watching something on the small tv.
Vash was caught in conversation with an orderly, probably asking about what had just happened. And I just stood there awkwardly where I had been left, not quite sure what to do. I had been here barely 5 minutes and had just witnessed what I feared was probably not the worst of the drama at this place.
All of the sudden I felt breathing down the back of my neck. My heart rate quickened slightly. I wasn't scared. Just a little bit creeped out by the potential sex offender behind me. However, when said potential sex offender spoke, he sounded as innocent as Feliciano. Just with a spanish accent and much, much louder.
"HOLA NEWCOMER!"
"Sht! Stupid barstard! Why are you shouting in my f*cking ear?! And who even are you?!" I turned to face him after jumping out of skin when he yelled. He had messy dark brown hair and beautiful green eyes. His skin was tanned and he wore a stupid grin that was actually kinda...cute.
"Ah! I'm Antonio! You want a tour of the place?" he was still grinning,
"Lovino. And um...thanks but no thanks. I think Vash is taking me on a tour..."
"Psh! Vash has more important things to deal with than showing you around. But okay if you really don't want a tour I can't force you! I do intend to make sure you know who everyone is and who to watch out for. Just think of me like your protector!" I noticed how he was speaking as if he was on fast forward.
"I'd rather not. Where's my room?" I folded my arms across my chest and glared at the idiot expectantly.
"Ah! I assume you're in the room Toris was in before he was moved to Unit 9."
"That means nothing to me bastard. Just show me where my room is. I'm tired." He began to walk down the long corridor stopping in front of a door. It was just the same as all the other doors, so how he had any idea that it was my door, I have no clue.
"Here ya go. You can have a nap but there is a bell that rings for dinner."
"I don't really want dinner. Thanks anyway." I turned away from Antonio and opened the door, making my way inside. He didn't try to follow me in so I just shut the door. My cases were already in the room from when someone collected them from the car. I glanced at them briefly before sitting on my new bed and testing the firmness. It was really hard and slightly like sitting on a rock but I didn't mind. When I lay down on the surface and turned onto my side, it was surprisingly comfortable and it didn't take long for me to drift off into unconsciousness.
When I woke up, the room around me was dimly lit by sunlight creeping in through the broken shutters. Sitting up in bed I noticed I was still wearing my clothes, bar my converse, and now had a cover over me that I didn't remember pulling on.
I yawned a looked over to the small alarm clock on the bedside table. It read 6:45. I wasn't overly surprised with how I had slept for 11 hours straight; I was Italian afterall. It was the fact that I hadn't responded to the dinner bell Antonio had warned me about. And now my stomach was making a protest.
Deciding to stay in my room until gone 7, I scanned the room. I was just about to get up to unpack my cases and find something new to wear when a small pile of papers with a note on top caught my eye. I reached forward and picked up the note. The handwriting was scribbling but still readable.
'Dear Little Lovi,
I told you I would give you info about people.
Here are the records from the system, just don't tell anyone!
Have fun and I'll see you at breakfast
Love Tonio'
He had finished the letter with a little sketch of a tomato. The thought of that tomato forced another growl from my stomach. I was too hungry to be annoyed about the fact he called me 'Little Lovi' so, picking up my new reading material, I left my room and went in search of the cafeteria.
There you go! Was it okay? :3 please reveiw and tell me what you think ^^ no flames thought please! :0
Hola - Hello (Spanish - sure you all knew that though xD)
T xxx
