Ch.2 No Trust
I felt warmth and opened my auburn eyes slowly. I felt dizzy and my head was still pounding, probably due to some blood loss. I turned and sat up. I looked and read the time, "7:00." Oh lovely, it's almost breakfast time, the queen must still be asleep. I got up and got dressed in a plain white shirt and black jeans. I brushed my hair out carefully, avoiding my very sensitive curl. I yawned and stretched out my arms. Well time to go wake up Feliciano. That's one of the things I had to do every morning. The rule is, whichever brother wakes up first must wake the other, & considering Feliciano was my brother, I always woke up first. He was my first priority, no matter what. No matter how bad I feel or how hurt mentally or physically I am, Feli had to be okay & be the center of attention. That's how it worked. If I was shot and bleeding, they would go to Feli to make sure he was unharmed before they treated me. They love him, and hate me, they've even told me before. I am a untalented, selfish brat, while mi fratello is just...a saint. Even though I act like I hate him, I don't. I just...I just envy him... Having so many people love and care for him. But this is how it was going to be, I was used to it and I had to be, because it wouldn't change.
I shook my head and walked over to his room door, opening it quietly. I walked in and silently closed the door. There he was...sleeping there so innocent, so...pure. I walked over to him and gently shoved his shoulder, "Hey idiota, wake up."
"Vee~," he just rolled over and groaned.
I had to try at least twelve times before he woke up. He quickly got dressed when I told him that we would have pasta for breakfast, which was a lie of course. We walked to the table in the small dining room. We only used the large dining room for events, discussions, holidays, or sometimes for dinner. But this dining room was fairly large. This table had many memories. I shivered. It was here that mi fratello and I first saw someone die close up. It was only a few years ago that I found out what had happened. It happened when I was 7 and Feli was 6. A guy named Vito was in debt to my father for more than a few years and hadn't payed a cent. He would keep putting it off and my father gave him time but was becoming impatient. One day, my father invited him to come join our family for dinner to discuss the matter. He came and they went back and forth with compromises. Finally, my father made his last offer and the man refused and threw wine at my mother and stained her dress. My father was not amused one bit. I tried to get Feli and take him to my room but instead my father ordered one of his men to tie me and Feli to a chair to make us watch. They grabbed a gun and shot the man in his arms, legs, stomach, heart, and lastly in his head. We were screaming and crying to no end. Feli ended up sleeping with me that night, we were covered with blood and scarred for life. Lovely...now I'm apart of this business. I turned to look at the clock, "7:25."
The maid came in and set all the food down. She was a beautiful young woman, couldn't be older than 17, a bit too old for me but I didn't care. She was medium height, had a large bust, her skin was creamy white, that's how you knew she was from north Italy, her gorgeous light-brown hair went into perfect spiral curls at the ends, deep blue eyes that could make a million newly polished sapphires look like dull blue rocks, and a smile that was brighter than the sun. Her name was Isabella, perfect name, huh? "Ciao Lovino, Feliciano," she said smiling. Feli and I both spoke at the same time, just in different tones, "Ciao Isabella." She was my dream girl and she would probably fall more in love with my brother than with me, even more now that I'm in the maf- wait...does she know? She set down all the plates and food. She waved as she left. A few of the men sat down to eat. My father smiled when he saw my hair. I finished eating, "Please excuse me. If anyone needs me, I'll be taking a walk around the city." I stood up and walked away.
I always ended up walking around in alleys. I didn't mind it though, it was a way to relax and get my mind off everything. I had been more stressed ever since Alise cheated on me with that damn bastard Ricardo. I gave her everything, I even thought of proposing to that damn broad. I sighed, "Yeah like a bastard like me will ever find real love." I punched a wall and regretted it instantly, "Chigi!" I covered my mouth realizing I shrieked a bit louder and a lot girlier than I would have wanted. I heard someone running over to me and I hid with my back against the alley wall. I peeked a bit to see though. I didn't see anyone and I looked puzzled.
"Hola señorita, are you okay?" I hear a man right behind me. I jumped, "Chigi! What do you think you are doing idiota! Didn't your mother ever tell you to never sneak up on people," I shrieked. Wait...señorita? I'm no girl! I walked into the lighter side of the alley and turned to look at him, "And watch who you call 'señorita' you bastardo!" I saw him come out of the alley and I took a quick look at the asshole, he had the smile of an idiot. He didn't look any older than 17, like Isabella. "Oh señor, siento tan I didn't know. Please forgive me. I also didn't mean to scare you, I just heard someone scream and I ran over to see what happened." I just glared, I didn't scream that loud...or did I? "Well I'm Antonio, nice to meet you. May I know your name?" The spaniard looked at me with an idiotic smile. "Ciao bastardo, I'm Lovino. You better not stalk me!" I couldn't help but feel this guy was checking me out. I looked at him and figured out what he was staring at. I smacked him, "It's a curl idiota, it's naturally like that, don't touch it." He just smiled, "Alright, alright. Well it looks like you're taking a walk, may I join?" Why the hell would I let this idiot join? Wait...maybe this idiot is rich! If I let him join maybe I can get some free lunch! Not a date or anything though! "Yeah sure whatever, but you better not try anything on me, just cause I can sound like a girl doesn't mean anything!" I just heard a chuckle. "Don't worry Lovi, I won't!"
I twitched a bit, Lovi? What the hell! I just meet this creep and he is acting like we've been friends for years. "Don't call me that idiota." "Oh why not, it's cute Lovi~," he cooed. I let out a low and silent growl, "It's embarrassing and stupid." He chuckled, " Alright, I won't! Come on let's get something to get eat, I'm getting hungry!" He grabbed my hand and dragged me. "Hey slow down!" I just noticed his hand intertwined with mine and it felt so weird. "Come on Lovino~!" We stopped and we looked dead into each others eyes, his eyes were green like emeralds and like my mothers' but...warmer. "Hmm?" He had picked me up and smiled, "Now we can go faster! Vamos!" "Hey, let me down bastardo!" I was squirming around until he put me down infront of a bakery. We went in and sat down. "So Lovi what do you wanna eat?" "Nothing bastardo..." I couldn't help but blush. "Alright, I'll get something we can share!" His stupid smile was very...calming. I took this time to take an even better look at him. He wasn't insanely tall but taller than me, muscular but not bulky, green eyes like my mother but warmer... and softer, olive skin, a stupid smile, and messy chocolate brown hair. He's not bad looking. In fact, he's...kinda cute... Wait! What the fuck am I thinking! I'm not gay! I'm not even close to being bisexual!
"Hey Lovi?" He waved his hand in front of my face. "huh?" I looked at him. "Hahaha, you okay there?" He chuckled. I just blushed and socked his shoulder. He gave me a Caffè con zucchero. I took a sip, "Chigi!" It burned my tongue immediately. He started to laugh, "You must be really thirsty to try to down that!" "Oh shut up bastardo!"
"So Lovi, tell me some stuff about you, how old are you, what do you like, what do you not like," he stared intensely at me. I just looked at him. Why does he want to know about me so bad? "First you tell me," I retorted. He laid back, "Well okay, I'm 16, from Barcelona, I like Tomatoes, I hate jerks, people who hurt others, and I'm visiting here with my brother for a while," he smiled, "Your turn." I sighed, "Okay, I'm 14, which means don't try anything funny, got it? I'm from Italy, no shit, I like...tomatoes too, pasta, cannolis, and women. I hate liars, idiots, and people who mess with mi familia." He got a big smile. Probably happy about my age, the retard.
We ended up talking a while. He talked about his brother and how they haven't talked to their parents at all since they were little. Lucky bastard. He seems nice... But there is no way in hell I'm gonna get attached to him as a friend, I can never keep friends so no use in getting used to him. I have no idea why he is so interested in me. "So you like tomatoes Lovi? I'm glad, that means I can take you out to see my tomato garden!" I can't even describe how happy he looked. His emerald eyes shimmered and his smile was wide and just his whole facial expression was joyful. I actually liked the thought...maybe it would get my mind off of all this killing. "Si, sure, I'd really like that," I actually smiled.
He payed and we walked out of the shop. "Hey Lovi, stay here, I'm going to get something real quick," he said as he walked into the cafe again. I just leaned against the shop and waited when I heard some guy whistle and I looked and saw him wink at me. I growled and just when I was about to saw something, Antonio came out and held my hand. I looked at him and whispered, "What the hell are you doing you damn pervert!" He smiled at me, "Play along." His eyes weren't warm anymore, they looked like my mothers', I could tell he was pissed... but why? He pulled me close and kissed me. My eyes widened and my body tensed up. What the hell is he thinking! Why are you kissing me pervert! After what seemed like hours he released me and gave the man a death glare, "I suggest you don't try to pick up what's mine... If you know what's good for you." The man just ran away. I instantly smacked Antonio, "What the hell was that!" He just laughed, "Sorry Lovi, I couldn't think of anything else to do. I had to help you, you're my amigo and I can't let anyone treat you like some piece of trash that you can just pick up and throw away." I felt my heart twitch... Friend? Why would he want to be friends? I don't want to get close to him... I'll just end up losing him like everyone else. He'll just end up hating me like everyone else! I felt myself tearing up. I can't do this... I started backing away and he stepped forward, "Lovi?" I ran and didn't look back, I had to get as far away from him as possible.
Soon I stopped near my house. My heart was racing and my face was bright red, or at least felt like it. I just fell to my knees and caught my breath. Maybe I won't ever see him again... I mean Italy is big enough that it's not likely that we will bump into each other again... right? I just started to sob. He was too sweet... He had just met me and he acted like he was my best friend. And then... He... He kissed me... I looked up at the sky, "IDIOTA!" And just then I felt someone behind me and saw something familiar... that same idiotic smile... "Hola... Lovi," He grinned and hugged me. I just froze, what is up with this idiot! First he kisses me, now he hugs me, it's like he has a thing for me or something! I got out of his grip, "Let go of me you stupid idiota." "Lovi just let me be your friend! I promise I won't try anything on you, please?" He begged. I sighed, "You know what fine idiota, if it means you'll leave me alone." He just hugged me and I made him let go, "I meant right now. I want to go home." He nodded and smiled, "Alright Lovi! I'll be waiting for you in the alley tomorrow, same time as today!" With that he just walked off. My face was red but I smiled a bit, "Idiota.