Hey hey :P This is my second chapter ! I hope my story isn't ridiculous :) Like for the last one, you can tell me what you think and your remarks ! Don't worry, I won't kill you for what you will say to me ( *get ready to take her kitchen knife*... What do you look at me like that? I want to peel my apple * look at you in an odd manner * haahhhhahahahaHAHAHA * evil laugh * I know, I have to go in a mental home... )
Shizuo was in an unknown place: there were huge mountains everywhere … infinity of big and magnificent woods around him. There was an enchanting scent in the ambient air and he was stroked by the sunbeams in a restful way. A lot of different birdsongs and rustling were recognizable. The blond appreciated the feeling of well-being which invaded him... it was so quiet. It was like his spirit was flying in the air above his body. Suddenly he felt something on his left cheek which was irritating. He began to fall in darkness where the birdsongs were replaced with buzzing. It was cold … so cold … where was he? He didn't know. He was falling and was feeling so heavy and numb … what was happening? All of a sudden, he understood his situation. He opened with difficulty his eyes and managed to sit him up straight in his couch. He rubbed his eyes and then he let him lying down again. After few seconds, he looked at the little boy who was next to him.
"What the hell? Why did you poke my head with your finger?" The kid didn't move and stared at Shizuo.
"A faun told me to do that" He said, with a monotonous tone and a big smile on his face
"Shut up" Shizuo turned his back on the kid and grumbled "Let me sleep" He closed his eyes but in a fit of surprise, he woke up again and applied his hand on the kid's forehead "You're still feverish... that's why you are telling bullshits so early in the morning "
"I'm okay : I was just joking with the faun! " the small man sighed
"No you're not! And go get some rest, I will try to… " Before he even ended his sentence, his eyes grew wide open when he saw what the kid was doing under his nose "HEY! Release it now! You'll break it!"
"Is that your phone?" The child asked while he was holding Shizuo's phone.
"Yes it's mine, not yours so give it back to me!" The kid gave him a terrifying look
"It's that so… well sorry… but you know, like you told me: thing found, thing kept!" He put it in his pocket and laughed while he was clapping his hands.
"I would never have said bullshits like that... Your fever makes you say stupid things with no end." Shizuo was confused now.
"You're sure? That's what you think… But you're not a doc!" The little was playing with his finger. His monotonous tone changed to become an irritating one. This kid was irritating! Shizuo, who was rubbing his eyes and scratched the back of his head, stood up and moved forward the little phoney. He was in the dominant position because of his height. The little fraud swallowed before he gave the cellphone back to his owner. "Haaa…" He was laughing in an uncomfortable way "… I was joking again" Shizuo snatched his mobile from the little boy and turned it on. "You can say thank you: it won't kill you!"
"For what? And that's you I will kill if you continue" Shizuo said in an aggressive tone.
"Well… I'm hungry!" The little said, filled with enthusiasm. He was running toward the kitchen.
"Hey! How do you know where is the kitchen? I never showed you" The blond was following the little big mouth like this apartment was his.
"I made my own guided tour while you were sleeping" He was now jumping. What an energetic boy! But he stopped just once and coughed a little.
"Slow down and your cough will stop" The little electric cell glanced at Shizuo during several seconds and started to jump like a monkey everywhere again.
"Are you stupid?" The kid didn't stop. Shizuo shrugged his shoulders and took two glasses of milk. He suggested one of those to the kid. "Drink that, it's good" The kid rushed towards the big blond and took the glass which was totally filled with fresh milk. He sipped it and when he pulled the glass away from his lips, a cute little white mustache was formed between his upper lip and his nose. Shizuo escaped a laugh before he wiped it with his own pajamas sleeve. Then he washed the two glasses and put them in his little cupboard.
"I will take a shower, so you can wash T.V or whatever: just don't do anything stupid, don't break anything and don't go outside"
"Yes, master" The little tyke nodded. He was turning on the television.
"My name is Shizuo Heiwajima" He said before he closed the bathroom door.
The boy was half looking at the cartoons on T.V, half thinking about this man who took care of him last night.
"Heiwajima Shizuo hm… I already heard this name before but I can't remember! Doesn't matter, I'm not sure but he isn't a pedophile. Moreover if he was a kidnapper, he wouldn't have looked after me today and he would have sold me to some nuts somewhere.*cough * Gross! How did I manage to get a cold? I'm never sick! This is unfair! ... Plus these cartoons aren't funny!"
He turned off the T.V and threw the zapper on the ground in a fit of boredom. He walked towards the window and looked through it… I'm sure I never went to Ikebukuro before: I don't even know where it's located in a map!
He skipped and hopped in the entire little flat: there wasn't a lot of furniture. There was just the bare minimum. Is he poor? He went to the kitchen and opened the fridge Wahhhouuu so many sweets! And he thinks that it's me who act like an immature little kid! He closed it and came into Shizuo's bedroom, where he spent the night the desk is covered in dust… and his clothes are in a bloody mess! I'm 100% sure, he is a single man!
He was rummaged in Shizuo's belongings when the blond entered in his room discreetly
"Don't steal anything" He made the little boy jumped. Shizuo laughed so loudly that the kid stuck out his tong and hid himself behind the closet: his head had become red like a tomatoes when the blond started to laugh.
"Sorry, I didn't want to make you feel ashamed" The kid didn't say anything "Hey, are you becoming dumb? Or a cat stole your tong?"
The kid crept out on the sly "That's not funny *cough*"
"Still coughing?" Shizuo gave a worried look to the tyke
"It's because of the dust in your room: Take on a cleaning lady if you can't clean your apartment by yourself!"
"Who are you to give me orders?"
"…" He stared at the floor "I'm … Felice … and I want … to … thank you … for … yesterday" He was stopping between almost each word, like if it was hard to say this sentence. He still stared at the floor which was under his little feet.
"Do you want to take root here?" The kid raised his head to Shizuo "Come on! Friends of mine will come here to lunch so I will try to find decent clothes for you. It would be preferable if you come to choose them."
Felice smiled and clapped his hands "I want manly and beautiful clothes"
"Yeah I understood: I will buy you cheap and ugly rags" Felice tried to elbow Shizuo but the tall man didn't feel anything: he didn't even notice what the boy was trying to do "Oh and nice to meet you" The kid smiled.
The two of them went out of Shizuo's apartment; they came down the stairs and arrived in the street. Shizuo's flat district was noisy but lively. Everyone knew each other. It was welcoming.
"Hey Shizuo" Felice broke the silence
"Hm?" Shizuo was smoking while they were walking down the streets
"I wondered: why do you wear a barman outfit? Are you working in a bar?"
"I was… long time ago… no longer now."
"Why?" Apparently kids are curious
The blond took a deep breathe of his cigarette "Well I had some problems with someone, it's too difficult for you to understand: you are too young." He breathed out the smoke and looked at it clear in the air.
"I understood that you were laid off but why do you still wearing these clothes?" Kids are curious, but Felice is more than curious!
"My little brother offered them to me. Plus I like them" Kasuka was so understanding: Shizuo owed him something.
"How old are you?" The little monkey was turning around Shizuo
"Why do you ask so many questions?" The blond rolled his eyes
"I want to know your age!" The kid kept on
"When will you shut up?" The ex-bartender was getting impatient
"I knew it! You are an old man! You are 40!" Felice burst out laughing
"He? I'm not so old!" Shizuo said with a tone half annoyed half amazed. This little man was playful!
"Don't deny it!" The little playful kid was overacted in the middle of the pavement
"Okay, you won! I'm 23." He told the kid, amused by his little game.
"I will tell you… only if you promise me one thing!" He said with a sing-song voice
"You use blackmail!" Shizuo exclaimed! He let fall his cigarette on the ground. He noticed that the little boy won't say anything until he will tell him the keyword but he asked him
"What do I have to promise you?"
"That you won't take me home" He said, in a dark tone.
"You don't care about what your parents are feeling now? They are certainly worried about you!"
"No worries… I don't have any family here"
"Wait… you're telling me that you're orphan?"
He nodded. There was a sad light in his eyes. I didn't care until now but it's obvious. His name and his physical appearance… this kid is an immigrant. Felice was tanned, had light browned hair with blond and fair locks only visible when it was sunny. His eyes were brown like the coffee color. He wasn't born in Japan. His accent was another proof which can prove what Shizuo was committing.
"Why don't you want to come back to your orphanage?" Shizuo asked, even if he knew that the kid won't answer now.
"…" There was a long silence but he was broken when Felice interrupted this awkward blank "I'm 8"
Then the silence got the upper hand. None of them talked until they arrived at the supermarket. It was huge, with 5 enormous floors. Felice stared in amazement in front of this building. He never saw anything like that before! The truth is that he never saw anything briefly. The governess never gave permission to the kids to hang around outside … even during week-end or holidays. But Felice didn't want to tell his story to this big blond. He didn't trust him entirely. But his hospice thoughts made him shiver a little. Shizuo noticed that and he tousled Felice's hair "I warn you, I am not a rich man so don't ask me expensive clothes!"
"No! I will choose the most expensive on purpose!" The kid was clapping his hands. Shizuo noticed the fact that the kid was always clapping his little hands when he was happy or cheerful.
"Naughty boy"
"Povero vecchietto" Shizuo looked confused
"What did you say? It wasn't Japanese!"
"Haha if you want to understand it, you'll have to learn Italian!" The kid grinned, not in the flea's way but in a cute way.
"Italian?"
"My mother was Italian, she only spoke this language so I know some words!" The kid looked at the big shop again "Let's go! I want to see the inside!" They entered
During all the morning, Felice tried and wore all kind of clothes. Finally Shizuo chose some of them and bought them. The blond was holding a lot of bags full of new clothes intended for the little boy. They were coming back home when Shizuo met Tom Tanaka in the way. They began to discuss about work, money, weather. When the blond wanted to introduce his little unforeseen guest to his sempai … Felice was out of sight: he just … disappeared…
? So... ?
