~Chapter 3~
A/N: Holy crow, this story got so many reviews :D (in my eyes at least ^^;;) and I feel loved ^^. Oh yeah, I'm rewriting the first chapter of this story, and I'm aiming to make these chapters over 2,000 words, because, I really want to put a lot of more time and effort in my stories. Fallen Angel is being revised and rewritten, because I'm not completely satisfied with that story.

I'm aiming to make those chapters at least 4,000 words. In a perfect world... that would have been done a long time ago, but I've been focusing too much on updating Fiend Angelical and Love is blind that I have not taken the time to re-read Fallen Angel, and so, I'm kind of lost on how to continue that story D: but no worries, it is not going on hiatus (maybe Q-Q). I'm going to re-write the chapters, re-write the lemon, and focus on fixing that fic. Anyways, I'm sure you've had an earful, si?

I know I did ._. Lets start the story~! (P.S Feliciano does start out extremely OOC in the beginning of the story, but changes a little bit as the story progresses. When he is happier, he will start to say Ve more often. For now, it's only a noise he only makes when he is surprised, or content. OH! And I realized I never stated what grade everyone's in. Lovino and Feliciano are juniors, Alfred, Sakura, and Kiku, are seniors.)

Feliciano's P.O.V
~At Feliciano's house: 6:30 pm~

I sat at the long, wooden, glass dinner table, in the grand Victorian house that stood intimidatingly along a dirt road, where almost everything was surrounded by a dense, dark green forest, aside from a small clearing where the dirt road lead out to the paved streets; to freedom. I glanced around the large dining room, looking at the dark wood floor, that held no flaw, even as old as this house is. Three glass cabinets stood against the wall, opposite to where I was sitting, that contained three shelves holding several china sets.

The mahogany wood was complemented by the maroon paint on the wall. Behind me was a mahogany drawer with four small shelves, with a bronze handle. Above the drawer was a portrait with black, steel braided frame, showing a picture of an Austrian man looking stoically in front of him, wearing a white button up shirt, black shoes, with black slacks. His black hair neatly parted with a cowlick standing high and mighty. His eyes dark, what seemed like violet eyes, shone with pride, and shoulders broad, with an arm wrapped around a woman's shoulder. The woman was a Hungarian woman, with long bright brown hair with two dark green hairpins and green eyes looking sadly in front of her, in a white blouse, and a green knee length skirt, topping it off with black high heels, standing with her hands folded.

A little Italian boy, dressed in a grey shirt that looked a little too large, and black, baggy pants, with no shoes, only a pair of small white socks, stood in front of both the man and woman, looking down, not showing his face, as the curl on the left side of his head drooped down. A plaque on the braided frame in silver, had the words engraved onto it, " The Eldestine Family " I sighed and turned my attention back to the white plate that was in front of me. Bread that was three days past its expiration date, sat meekly on the plate next to a grotesque piece of some sort of half cooked meat. Next to the plate was a small glass cup, with water that was filled a quarter of the way up, and had a metallic, almost bloody taste to it.

My 'mother', Elizaveta, sat next to me, her eyes focused on her pale hands which were fiddling with the hem of her long, light green button up dress. I don't understand how someone as sweet and kind as her got trapped in a place like this. The house that was kindred to hell. This giant house that is sustained by our pained cries and pleas for mercy. Yet she always smiled through the bleakest of times, and I couldn't help but smile back, no matter what.

We waited at the dinner table for the tyrant who kept us here. My 'father'.

I could never let out that word with anymore hate or poison in my mouth. I glared at the plain white plate with the grotesque food on it as the thoughts of him came into my head. Whenever I think of him, it's summed up to three words. I. Hate. Him. I hate how he puts mother down, and constantly threatens her. I hate how he looks at us with utter disgust. I hate how he has me locked in my room (aside from meals.). I hate how he degrades me. I hate how he hits me. I hate that I'm stuck with him. I hate how prim and proper he acts. I hate how formally he dresses. I hate his glasses. I hate his dark hair. I hate everything about him.

But no matter how much I hate him, or how much I want to leave, I'm powerless, mother and me are powerless. He is the God in this house. He is the monster. Hell, even the devil would just as willingly tip his hat to him. He is the God-monster.

Mother noticed my glaring, and offered a warm, and comforting smile at me. Roderich wasn't here yet, so we were safe to converse with each other until he came home. " How was school sweet heart? " she asked sweetly. I smiled a little bit and looked back towards her. " Today went good actually. " I answered quietly. " There was a new boy at school. His name's Lovino, he's really nice, and is adopted, like me. He stood up for me at school when Alfred was bullying me. " I explained. I like talking to mother. Even if the tyrant tries to keep us apart, she's the person I hold dearest. Sometimes, when he is gone, mother and I spend time with each other. We'll talk about how our day went, and sneak out of the house to get a proper meal. Those times, I pretend there aren't scars and bruises littering our bodies, and that she's my real mother, and we are both our happy.

As I finished telling her about Lovino, she spoke. " That boy seems very nice. I'm so happy you could find a friend like that there. Maybe we can make plans for you to visit him, or vice versa. But I can't believe that Alfred is still bullying you. I just hope you stay safe there. I wish that there was more I could do for you." as she said that, she pulled me into a hug, and I hugged back. I know there wasn't much she could do for me, but, I'm grateful for the kindness she shows me all the time. We were so wrapped in our own thoughts that we hadn't heard a car pulling up the dirt road, or the sound of keys jingling.

But, as soon as the grand oak wood door slammed open, we immediately let go, turning to look back down at our plates. The only thing that stood in the way of the hell bringer was the door to the dining room. Every step echoed impending pain, and mother and I shivered. He finally opened up the door, to the dining room, and glared at us. I folded my hands together, looking down, silently begging he hadn't seen or heard us. Please, someone help us. I wanted to scream in fear and run, at the mere sight of him. I hate him; I hate him I hate him I hate him repeated in my head, over and over again. " G-Good evening Roderich. " mother said shakily. " Hello, sir. " I said as well, fear in my eyes, as I shook with anticipation. I can't stutter it gives him the satisfaction of justifying that he has power over me. Roderich, the God-monster, looked down at us, giving a curt nod. He walked behind where me and mother was sitting, and I felt his glare, bore down on the back of my head.

" Feliciano. " He addressed me coldly. He never talked to me unless if I was being scolded, or punished. My lip trembled as I barely stuttered out " Y-Yes s-sir? " Damn it. I could almost hear him smirking with satisfaction. His predatory look eyeing me, like a leopard that had finally caught its prey. I kept my gaze on the plate, thinking about better things. Like how Lovino stood up for me. The thoughts about him, Kiku, and Sakura, were the only mental relief I had during moments like these. But his stern voice interrupted my thoughts, terrifying me. " I received a call from your homeroom teacher today. She said you have been late to school fifteen times this semester. Care to explain that to me? " I nervously looked down.

He and I both knew the reason why, but I don't know which answer he wanted. The truth, or what I told everyone else. Before I could think about it anymore, I just decided it was best to just get this over with. " I-I overslept... " The excuses always had to change. So people wouldn't get suspicious. Everyone eventually came to the conclusion that I just didn't care about school. The hand that swiftly slapped me across the face, snapped me out of my thoughts again. Mother was whimpering next to me, closing her eyes shut. " You used the same excuse last week. " I looked down, knowing not to argue with him. My face stung badly. He never held back when punishing me. The waves of pain turned greater as I felt him roughly grab my face, irritating the bruises, and looked at me directly in the eye sternly. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I desperately tried to blink them away. He only hurts me more whenever I cry. I want to be held by mother right now, even as childish as it seems. I'm mortified, and wish that this God-monster would just be satisfied enough already.

" What would be your excuse if someone pointed out you said that last week? " I replied, my throat tightening, as I held back pathetic sobs. " I-I had a p-project to finish for chemistry. I-It is due tomorrow, so I did half last week, and the other half today, b-because it was assigned l-last week Thursday. B-But it was really long, so I stayed up longer than I intended to. " He let go of my face and stepped back. Mother was crying silently, trying to dry her eyes.

" That is good enough I suppose. You've been late enough times to where no one cares anymore correct? And Elizaveta, stop crying. " He said all too coldly. Mother nodded her head silently, and dried her eyes. Roderich went to the head of the table, where his own food waited. He never ate what we ate. He said we were worth less than what he was, and, we deserved food that matched our worthlessness. We all ate dinner in silence. I was grateful for at least some form of food, even with as little as I get. I'd eat the cafeteria food, but the last time I tried, I ended up spending the rest of the day, puking my guts out. I started to think about school again, for the umpteenth time today.

Coach Beilschmidt was getting way too close to finding out about my situation at home. At least it seems he thinks that I'm anorexic, or whatever other eating orders there is. I give up; I'm just not going to think about it. The more I let my mind wander on depressing situations; I end up in my room with a razor blade and a bloody wrist. I don't have any bandages left, so that's almost out of the question. I began to think about Lovino again, and a small, barely visible smile, spread across my face.

He was actually a kid who seems to accept me, and not hate me for any valid reason. Also, we're friends I suppose. Well, we're still acquaintances, considering that we just met, but still. I have a good feeling about him, and I almost never feel good about anything. I was going to hang myself earlier this afternoon, but after the encounter with Lovino, and thinking about my mother, Kiku and Sakura, I decided I still have at least some reason to live.

I finished eating, washed my plate in the sink, and went back to my room upstairs. It was small, and the bed was barely six feet from the door. Almost everything in that room was grey. Grey tiled floor, grey wall paint, and grey blankets on the small twin sized bed. The only thing that wasn't grey was the black door to my room, and the small black dresser that stood right next to my bed. A cracked, long mirror, with a black frame stood against right the wall, next to the drawer.

I climbed onto my bed, and looked out the small grey-framed window, staring at the setting sun. It was almost completely dusk, so I was guessing it was around eight forty or nine o'clock. I sat there for a while, just thinking, until finally, the day gave way to night, and stars dotted the sky, with a bright half moon hanging in the sky. I got off the bed, and opened up the small black dresser, changing into a long black shirt, that hung over my body like a short dress. I decided on taking my shower in the morning and letting my mind fall into sleep's and dreams sweet reverie.

Lovino's P.O.V
~Lovino's home: 8:30 pm~

My father stood at the sink, washing our dishes from dinner, while I sat at the kitchen table of our new, small, cookie-cutter house, doing homework. Our house was on a street where mainly the elderly or middle aged people lived. There were no kids in any of the houses that were anywhere close my age. Just toddlers or seven-year olds. I sighed and looked around the plain white kitchen, with the white tiled floor. Instead of a door, there was an arch that led straight to the living room, where you had a clear view of its dark wood floor and tan walls, with one window at the farthest wall. Since we just moved, it was pretty bare. I started to set up my room a little bit after school, but I decided on finishing the homework that was assigned for today. The room was kind of small, so I could finish before I go to sleep. " So, how was your first day in your new school, Lovinito? " I huffed at the embarrassing nickname that broke me out of my thoughts. " Papi! I told you not to call me that! And it wasn't half bad. But most the kids there are bastards. " I replied.

He laughed a bit when I yelled at him for calling me Lovinito, and said, " You had no problem with that when you were a baby. " I pouted again, giving up trying to figure out the last question, and doodled a tree at the edge of my paper. " Aside from that, what makes you say the kids are bastards? Or is that just my classic Lovinito? " I groaned, ignoring the nickname, and answered his question instead. " Well, the kid I was with in Spanish, eighth period, was with me all day, He showed me around and what not, considering we somehow ended being in all the same classes. Anyways, in most of the classes, kids were being, well, bastards to him. Like he was a magnet to all of their insults, or mistreatment. He doesn't do anything to anyone, from what I've seen, and only hangs out with two other Asian kids. I don't get it. "

My father sighed and turned off the water, walking over to me and ruffling my hair. " Well Lovi, during this age, there are always going to be a certain status quo or standards for fitting in, and most of those standards are just ridiculous. I guess your friend simply didn't meet those standards, and all the other kids just rejected him. "

I nodded and looked down. Gah, fuck this society and almost everyone in it. It just doesn't make any sense to me. I sighed and went upstairs to the small room I claimed earlier. There were random boxes scattered about the room containing clothes and books, along with a couple of trinkets here and there. The walls were a pristine white, and I had already set up my bed, against the wall across from the door. The wall had a white-framed window towards the head of the bed. A black blanket lay on the twin-sized bed, along with to white pillows.

I had already taken a shower, and I was already in my pajamas, so all there was left to do was climb into bed. I jumped into the bed, laying on my stomach. I didn't bother getting under the covers, because it was too hot. I wasn't exactly tired, so I just lay there on the bed thinking. Not even a month ago, I was in New York City, where all my friends are still at now. I went to a school where people weren't pricks, and the staff wasn't bad.

Now I'm in a school where everyone just wants to live by standards other students set, I don't really know anyone there, and I already made an enemy on the first fucking day. Not to mention I came to this school, not even three months before school ends. Plus I have to graduate in a state that I hate, and there is nothing to do!

I huffed, replaying the day in my head. The kid Feliciano, he's an awkward one. Though, he is really nice and smart. I wonder, how the hell did that kid end up in a situation like that? I mean, you don't just go to a school, and then, BAM! You're automatically hated. What did that kid ever do wrong? Also, his friends are weird, but kind of fun I guess. Though the girl is weird and scary as hell, and her boyfriend is very quiet. I wonder, how did he make friends with upperclassmen? As more and more questions about those three filled my head, my eyes started getting heavier. Well, I guess moving here wasn't so bad, but as soon as I graduate, I'm definitely leaving, and going back to New York.

Finally my mind blacked out and I fell into a dream.

Feliciano's Reverie

Feliciano's POV

I was in a flowery meadow with mother. Trees surrounded us, daises grew along with tulips among the lush green grass and a lone willow stood by a lake, swaying all alone. Mother smiled at me and happily walked towards the willow. Sakura and Kiku were already there, sitting, eating some rice balls. They tried teaching me how to make that before, but the rice ended up boiling over. Sakura happily waved, and Kiku politely nodded his head. Then, in the background, I heard pachelbel's canon being played by Lovino. He was sitting by the lake alone, just playing the violin.

Normally in my dreams, everything was tinted gray, yet… he wasn't tinted gray at all. I walked over to him, gravitated by the color that surrounded him. Of course, he was in the school's uniform. The white button up shirt and black slacks every boy had to wear. I stood behind him, and then, he stopped playing. He looked up at me, shooting me a curious look. " What's up? " he said. I shook my head and knelt beside him as he continued to play.

For some reason, I was so . . . attracted to him. I laid my head against his back, and he jumped. Once again breaking the tune of the beautiful sound that blessed my ears. " Ve? " I said and looked up at him. I normally never really say that. I forgot what it's called, but I say it without knowing sometimes. He laughed a bit and ruffled my hair, before looking at me and saying, " You're a weird kid, you know that? " I pouted at him, but didn't move my head. " I meant that in a good way Feli. " I smiled and giggled. I like it when he calls me by my real name. It reminds me that he actually thinks of me as a person. He rolled his eyes smirking, putting his violin off to the side, and laying down, looking up at the gray sky. I lay next to him, looking up at the sky with him too. " Why is your sky so . . . dull? " I looked at him confused. " My sky? " he nodded, looking at me as if I just asked why do frogs croak. " Yes, your sky. This is your dream, right? Or is this some inception shit? " I laughed, and nodded my head.

" I guess this is my dream. Though you've never been in them before, and everything has been pretty dull. " He scoffed and looked back up at the sky. " Well OF COURSE I wasn't in your dream before, we haven't met until now! As for the sky . . . well, why not make it blue? It is a dream, so I don't see why you can't. " I looked back up the sky thoughtfully. Make it blue? Well, it's worth a shot I suppose.

I looked up at the sky, and closed my eyes, trying to imagine a blue sky. When I opened my eyes back up, it barely changed. I few clouds disappeared, but that was all. I sighed, and looked at Lovino. " It didn't work. " he looked thoughtful for a moment. Maybe you just need someone to do it with you! " I giggled, and scoffed. " You really think that will work? " He nodded with a determined look on his face. " C'mon, close your eyes now! Let's try it! " We both closed our eyes, and imagined a blue sky.

When I opened my eyes back up, I was expecting to see nothing but more gray sky, but instead, was met with a rich blue color. Though, only one half of the clouds were gone and light was seeping over the clouds, making the area look as if it were split into a light section, and a dark section. Lovino huffed annoyed, but looked pretty accomplished. " Well, I guess we just needed more people. "

I nodded, but scooted over to him, and threw one arm over him, in an awkward hug. He blushed, and looked down at me surprised. " What was that for? " he asked, kind of flustered. I looked up at him smiling, and answered him. " Ve, It was a thank you silly! " he mumbled something, but returned the hug back.

At that moment, I felt no pain, or soreness. The languidness of reality seemed to have faded, and I for once felt safe in his arms. Yet, I couldn't help but think . . . there was something familiar about him; yet, I couldn't put my finger on it. Then, the area began changing. I was no longer in the meadow but I was standing in front of a brick town house with two trees growing next to the steps, and two flowerbeds growing petunias grew in front of the house, on each side. Then . . . one moment, it was serene, a man and woman smiling, sitting on white folding chairs, holding two boys who appeared to be no more than a year old. Then it was . . . it was . . . chaotic. There were bloodstains on the porch, and the house was burned down. The two boys were crying, near the corpse of the parents, and the bodies . . . oh god, the bodies . . .

End Of Feliciano's Reverie

Now: 7:54, Friday, April 13th

Feliciano's home.

I shot up from bed, as the dream had ended. Or rather, nightmare, I suppose. The sun was already shining into the grey room, and I looked at the digital watch that was sitting perched on the black dresser. Shit! I was going to be late to school again. I jumped out of bed, and hurriedly picked out black t-shirt, black boxers, grey, slightly baggy jeans, and a black hoodie.

I ran into the black and white bathroom, stripped down until I was naked and took a five-minute shower long enough to wash the essential parts. I jumped out of the black tub, and dried off with the black towel hanging on the towel rack.

Eventually I was changed, and I ran out of the house, down the dirt road, and on to the pavement. Thankfully, I hadn't run into Roderich, but I was a little light headed. I sighed, ashamed of the fact that simply running is overexerting myself. Then again, I hadn't eaten breakfast, which would have just been stale bread, but still. I groaned at the fact that now I wouldn't be able to eat until I got home after school.

The school was not that far, just half way down the road of where I live. Since it was a private school, it was far away from other buildings, and nowhere near any of the more crowded areas of this hellhole. I almost made it to school, but then all of a sudden, the ache in my head grew stronger, and turned into a serious pounding. I barely stumbled into the corridor of the brick school, and ran up the stairs to my homeroom. I barely got up the stairs, without passing out, and I finally made my way to the homeroom. The bell hadn't rung yet, and I sighed in relief, but the pounding in my head was still there. As soon as I set foot into the classroom, I started seeing spots and it was getting harder to see. I saw Lovino wave to me, and then he said something . . . and then the world was spiraling down, and all I heard was wicked laughter, or cackles, and then a soft. Kind, voice broke through the laughter, and then . . . nothing.

(A/N): Okay, so yeah… ^^ it's finally done :D ! Hey, I'm putting more effort into this, okay? It's not like I can write it over night! Be happy I uploaded this chapter _ I hope that this will sate you for now, until I finish updating the other fics. Gah it's late and I want SLEEP. Nighty night~!

~Snow