Welcome to chapter two of Ragdoll! I'll probaly keep everything the same up till chapter seven since I get to write that one. I'll change a few things in the other chapters and if you had an OC in the orignial that had already appeared before the story was adopted by me then they will still be mentioned. Please enjoy and don't forget to review!^^
Ludwig was startled out of his dreamless sleep by a shrill, almost girlish, scream.
He dragged himself out of bed quickly, stumbling down the hall to the stairs. He hurried down the stairs and into the living room, jumping over the barrister to quicken his trip. He landed on a side table, knocking over a vase when he landed. Ignoring the shattering of the vase he rounded the corner to the living room. The German stalled at the sight before him.
Gilbert stood against the wall, not meeting his brother's eye; instead he looked startled as he looked at the figure on his couch. The Ragdoll appeared to have awoken suddenly and judging by the overturned furniture, Gilbert had moved quickly across the room to the wall.
The Scream was unlike anything ever heard, rivaling that of Lovino's during a fight with Antonio.
The Ragdoll quieted before his eyes flickered throughout the room, landing on the German wolf at the doorway. The golden- hazel eyes went wide as he caught sight of the Ears and tail. The creature then pulled its legs towards itself and curled up on the couch.
Ludwig moved carefully into the room, keeping his eyes on the Ragdoll, he grabbed his brother by his tank top and pushed him out the door into the hall.
Carefully Ludwig approached the Ragdoll, righting the furniture as he went. When he was in front of the Ragdoll, he crouched down in front of the doll. The doll turned its head towards the Wolf and whimpered.
Ludwig caught sight of the doll's right hand attempting and succeeding at pulling the stitches out of his left. He reached over and put a hand over the doll's, silently telling him to cease in his attempts. The Ragdoll simply teared up and flinched.
"Are you in pain?" Ludwig asked when the Ragdoll quieted, his eyes never leaving the wolf.
"N...n...n...o..." The scared doll answered, his vocal cords not yet fully recovered from the reconnection of his throat to his head. He had a light Italian accent. Ludwig helped him up into a seated position.
The stitches of the boy's left hand and right knee had come undone, leaving the limbs dangling by a single thread each. The sewing kit sat nearby but Ludwig dared not to reach for it in case he alarmed the Ragdoll.
"Do you have a name, little Ragdoll?" Ludwig enquired, keeping his tone level. The Ragdoll seemed to think before answering.
"F...Fe...Fel...Feli...Felicia...Feliciano." The Ragdoll, 'Feliciano' told the German Wolf, embarrassed about his inability to pronounce his name without stuttering. The German nodded, resting his hand on the ragdolls left knee in a sign of comfort.
Feliciano looked at him, questions evident in his eyes. He attempted to ask some but his vocal cords were in agony from screaming. The Wolf noticed this and made an attempt to answer them.
"My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt. I run a formal dress shop here in Angoen. You are the Last Ragdoll, but you have been comatose or close to death for about a millennium. You were discovered in a box in Mr. Yao's storage room and sent to me to rebuild.
"Your 'master' Arthur is long dead and can no longer harm you. The person you met before is my bruder Gilbert, he is a Salamander. There is only one other person living here and that is Roderich, our human cousin.
"Gilbert has two friends that may stop by today, Antonio and Francis. Antonio is a Spanish vampire and Francis is a French incubus. They helped me rebuild you." Ludwig explained to the disorientated Ragdoll. Feliciano nodded at his explanation, seeming to absorb information instantly.
He looked down at himself before asking
"W..Wh...Why?"
Ludwig looked at him confused before becoming aware of the boys real question.
"Why did I rebuild you? I guess I wanted you to live in a world without a war or master controlling you. The World is very different from your original time." The Wolf said, not sure of his answer. The small ragdoll looked at him before a gentle smile erupted on his face.
The moment was ruined by the sudden appearance of Gilbert, now dressed, standing directly behind Ludwig. Ludwig stood up as the self-proclaimed overlord of awesome gave a small wave at Ragdoll, who waved with his left hand forgetting about the loose stitches.
The boy's left hand tore from his wrist and flew across the room, landing on the alcohol cabinet. Gilbert burst out laughing as Feliciano blushed.
"Ah I'll get it and I'll fix you up again." Ludwig said. Feliciano giggled and shook his head at the first half. He looked at the hand on the cabinet and concentrated. The hand stilled for a second, before leaping from the cabinet onto the floor and scampering to the Italian's feet like a little dog.
The Italian picked it up and held it out to the stunned German. Ludwig shook himself from his daze and took the hand. The wolf pulled the sewing kit towards himself and pulled out the needle and fishing wire. Threading it with practiced skill, the German beckoned for his brother to hold the hand still as he gentley sewed it back on. Not a sound was heard as the loose hand was sewed back into place. However Feliciano gave a gasp as his knee was sewed back. Tears streamed down his face with every stabbing pain of the needle.
Finally, Ludwig finished tying the wire off neatly so it did not stick out to become snagged on anything. He glanced up at the Italian quickly wiping the tears from his face. The wolf turned to put the kit back when he felt something scratching at his ears.
Usually he hated it, but when he turned and saw the look of joy on the Ragdolls face, his heart melted. This Ragdoll was just too cute. The Ragdoll stopped scratching them after a few minutes, leaving Ludwig free to stand up. He stood up and stretched as Feliciano became distracted by his brother's pet bird, Gilbird.
"West, Roddy's stayed up last night so he won't be making brekky this morning. Do you want the awesome me to cook? Or will you do it?" Gilbert asked his brother. Ludwig gave him a look that told him the answer.
"Gilbert. You know that no one trusts you in the kitchen. I'll cook." The wolf replied. Gilbert grinned obnoxiously. Ludwig looked down at the Ragdoll, who was now pulling stray threads from his uniform.
"Feliciano, would you like to come with me to the Kitchen or would you like to stay here with Gilbert?" Feliciano looked up at him.
"With you." The little ragdoll replied. Ludwig nodded and moved aside, offering the doll a hand to pull him up. The ragdoll stood, unsteady on its legs. Ludwig pulled away and moved the coffee table, beckoning for the boy to come towards him.
Ludwig knew that he would have trouble with his legs for a while. Sure enough, Feliciano tripped, stumbling into the German's arms. Ludwig lifted him back onto his feet and took a few steps back, opening his arms and beckoning him to try again.
This time the Italian boy concentrated and managed to walk carefully but slowly across the room. He made it to the German before his legs gave way. The wolven man hefted him into his arms and carried him to the kitchen.
"We can try again after breakfast." Ludwig told him as he sat the boy on the chair at the island. The boy sat quietly, watching the blonde wolf flutter about the kitchen. Gilbert wandered in and sat down on the chair nearby soon after.
After about 20 minutes, a plate of eggs, bacon and toast were sat on the table; the smell wafting from the island had the Salamander's mouthwatering. He filled his plate and dug in as the Ragdoll took a piece of toast. Ludwig filled a plate as well and ate slower.
Roderich eventually stumbled into the room, wiping sleep from his eyes. He stilled at the sight of Feliciano, who just waved, his legs swinging.
"Guten Morgen Roderich. This is Feliciano. Feliciano this is my Austrian cousin Roderich." Ludwig said, introducing the two. Feliciano offered a hand to the stunned Austrian, who accepted and shook hands with the odd creature.
Roderich sat on the other side of Ludwig, putting a few eggs and slices of toast on his plate. The rest of the morning went by quietly, the clank of cutlery and chewing becoming the only sounds echoing in the kitchen.
"Ahh... Mr. Beilschmidt... Do you have any bottles of blood around?" Feliciano asked as the German cleaned up. All three of them looked at the Ragdoll in surprise causing Feliciano to blush deeply
"Umm... It's for my throat... Since it's vampiric, it craves blood about once a week. If I don't get it the venom glands in my neck begin to secrete acid that begins to burn through my skin." He explained in a small voice. Ludwig and Roderich exchanged a glance before looking at Gilbert.
He nodded, moving towards the basement door. Having Antonio as a friend, Gilbert had learned to keep a large supply of blood in his room. They had come in handy often, especially when Lovino fought with him.
He returned a few minutes later and passed the Ragdoll the blood bottle. Feliciano nodded his thanks and uncorked the bottle. He took a huge swig, licking the blood from his mouth after every drink so as to not waste a drop.
The German household members just watched in amazement as the blood slowly vanished. Finally Feliciano finished and put the empty bottle on the table with a smile.
Ludwig pushed the bottle into the bin before lifting the Ragdoll off the stool and into the living room. He stopped near the couch and stood the boy up onto his own feet. He took a few steps back and beckoned for him to move towards him.
Feliciano took a few unsteady steps before he became more confident. After a few more hours of practice, Feliciano was running around the room, laughing and giggling as he chased Gilbird.
Ludwig watched him for a while before heading upstairs for a shower and to get ready for work. Gilbert took his place at the doorway, having already showered and changed clothes.
When he came back down, Feliciano was in the corner, tears streaming down his cheeks. Gilbert was attempting to coax him out with no avail. When Ludwig entered the room, Feliciano's head shot up and he bolted to Ludwig's side, clinging to his arm.
"Wow that kid is like so attached to you Luddy! It's like you finally got a mate! Kesesesesese~!" Gilbert joked as Gilbird settled in his hair once again.
Ludwig sighed. It looked like Feliciano was coming to work with him. At least the weekend was almost upon them.
"Let's go Feliciano" Ludwig said, taking the boy by his hand.
Yay chapter two is up! Please review and tell me what you think!