We stepped off the elevator into a hallway painted red and yellow, with small tables placed at regular intervals that held vases with only one red carnation each. It was tasteful, very much so, but I barely glanced at it, instead focusing on not making bloody foot prints on the carpet. After a few moments of hesitation, I felt hands on my hips and I was suddenly swinging freely in front of Antonio. How the man was able to bodily pick me up and hold me straight in front of himself was a mystery.
"What the hell are you doing, bastard?" I asked him, tone nicer than I intended.
"I don't want blood on my carpet, so I picked you up. I also don't want blood on me since I think you would reject a shared shower. So we'll both have to deal with me not holding you in my arms this time." I scowled and blushed, although he couldn't see it.
"Whatever, bastardo." I crossed my arms in front of me, scowling harder when he easily manhandled me to unlock his door and push it open, kicking it closed behind us. He walked through darkness, only stopping to flip on a light switch with his elbow to illuminate the bathroom, gently setting me on my feet.
I stared in awe at the bathroom, filing it in my head as one of my favorite rooms that I had ever seen. It was green and red tiled, every green tile holding a large bright red tomato, and every red tile holding a smaller green tomato.
I smiled softly, looking around the rest of the room, noticing the towels all had either turtles or tomatoes on them, and the shower slash bath was all black, making me giggle slightly under my breath. Antonio left while I was taking in the room to get me some clothes. Obviously none of his would fit me, so I idly wondered what he would bring back. He walked past me to open a cabinet, pulling out a towel and placing it on the vanity along with some clothes, before throwing me a washcloth.
"There's soap and shampoo you can use in there. I'll wait in the living room until you come out." I nodded, waiting until the door closed to lock it. I striped and walked over to the mirror to look at what injuries I had. I had a few blooming bruises that were going to ach for a while and a cracked rib, which was starting to hurt now that the adrenaline was wearing off. A few scrapes here and there and that was it. By far not the worst I've had. I jumped in the shower, and started to wash.
After my shower, I got out and toweled off gently, starting to really feel the hits after the hot water had relaxed me. I held up the clothes and almost screamed. He had given me boxers with tomatoes on them and a button up green shirt. That was it. I wanted to murder him, but I couldn't go out naked, and I definantly couldn't put my bloody clothes back on, since that would defeat the whole purpose of the shower. I grudgingly put on the shirt and underwear. I had to admit, even if it was only to myself, that the boxers came down father than some of my shorts, and the shirt covered them and then some, almost reaching my knees. Fucking giraffe people. I grabbed my rifle and pistol carefully, noting that they were still covered in blood, and hoped that Feli had remembered to bring oil and cloth to clean them with. I balled my old clothes into a wade and chucked them into the plastic hamper beside me and walked out of the steamy bathroom, heading towards where we first came in at. I hoped the living room was somewhere around there. Throwing my guns onto the scarred wood coffee table, I jumped onto Antonio, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him into the backrest of the couch.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why the hell didn't you give me any pants?" I growled at him, scowling at the amused look on his face.
"For one, because none of my pants would fit you, you're too petite mi amore, and two, I wanted to see what you looked like without them on, though what I gave you is still covering a bit too much skin…" I watched as his eyes traveled down my body, leaving little fires where ever they stopped. I glared at him again, letting go of his collar and leaning back, quickly getting his attention back where it should be.
"I'm ready to go back to my team now, Mr. Carriedo. I'm not playing these games with you." The green eyed man in front of me smirked, leaning towards me a good bit and bringing my attention to the fact that, yes I am still in his lap like a toddler and, yes, im only in underwear. Underwear that aren't even mine.
"Good thing I'm not playing games, Lovi. I'm serious." His hands went to my sides, one slowly pushing the shirt up as the other danced down to the waistband of the borrowed boxers.
I pushed him off, standing and quickly moving to the other side of the table. "Don't touch me again, you fucker!" I yelled, panting from terror. It was almost the exact same situation as… Antonio frowned, leaning back against the couch.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, eyebrows pushing together, eyes brightening from the jade they had darkened to when I had been in his lap.
"Of course you did!" I said exasperated. "I said no and you didn't stop. That's rape Mr. Carriedo." Antonio's eyes widened as he stood gracefully, striding over to me quickly with a worried look on his handsome face.
"I would never do that! Honest! I was just joking; I would never do that. You got hurt trying to protect me. Treating you would be the right thing to do. I just wanted to tease you a little. You're cute when you blush" I blinked at him, his words processing slowly through my mind.
"So you don't want to fuck?" I asked, confused. He winced, but answered emphatically.
"Well, I do… but, ah, not when you're hurt. And definitely not if you're not consenting." I glared at him suspiciously before sighing; the look in his eyes driving home that he was telling the truth.
"I'm not hurt. I already told Feliciano that." Antonio frowned again, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes you are. Your breathing is off and I can see the bruises on your legs. Not to mention the ones that are covered with the shirt…" I narrowed my eyes right back at him, making his frown turn into a small smile, before he started giggling.
"What? Is something funny bastard?" I was scowling now, seething at the man in front of me. He looked up at me and started laughing even harder. I seethed until he calmed down enough to talk.
"You're adorable when you glare. It's about as frightening as a kitten hissing." He said as he wiped tears from his eyes. My mouth dropped open and I sputtered, making him chuckle as he came over to me.
"Come on, off with the shirt. I need to see you so I can wrap you up." My mouth closed and I wrapped my arms around myself, backing away from him slowly. His eyebrows furrowed again, but he didn't lose his smile.
"What's wrong?" He asked, walking closer.
"N-Nothings wrong, bastard. I'm fine so leave me a-alone." His head tilted at that and he walked even closer so that I was face to face with his chest. He crouched down a bit to look into my face and his eyes lost the amusement that had been sparkling there since his laugh fest minutes before.
"Mi tomate, what's wrong? You know I won't do anything to you right? I was just kidding before…" I sighed my arms losing their grip on myself and falling back to my side.
"I know… But if you touch me anywhere you're not supposed to, I'll kick you so hard in the balls you'll feel them in your throat, got it? And who the hell do you think you're calling your tomato?" He smiled at that, walking back to where he was sitting on the couch and grabbing a first aid kit that I hadn't noticed before. He came over and set it on the table I was standing beside, lifting me onto said table before I could protest.
"It'll be easier." Was all he said as he got out the alcohol and gauze, stripping me of my shirt and proceeding to wrap me up like a mummy.
After he felt that he had bandaged every bruise scrape and burn there was, he packed everything back up and threw me my shirt. I scowled, putting it back on before buttoning it back up. I went to pick up my guns and followed him to the door and out it, padding barefoot behind him to the elevator. We rode a few floors down, to floor ten. When we passed floor 11 and didn't stop, I asked him why.
"We're going to meet them in the conference room. Ludwig doesn't usually like people in his room." The answer made me smirk slightly. Feliciano may be naïve and stupid, but he'd notice why Ludwig was letting him into his room.