Chapter Four~ Reunions and separation.
Feliciano was at a loss for words. If he tried to speak right now, it would all just come out as jumbled stutters.
"I…..But…How?!" he asked, now finally able to speak.
The blonde sighed "It is you…and you don't know anything about what happens when we die?" He asked, smiling slightly.
Feliciano shook his head. "No…..but….." He started shaking, fighting back tears. "You idiot!"
Holy Rome was taken aback by his statement.
"Huh?"
Feliciano couldn't hold the tears in any longer, letting them fall freely from his eyes. "You promised me you were going to come back! And that you would be safe and you went and died on me! Why would you lie to me Holy Rome?!"
He sighed, walking over to the sobbing Italian and wrapping him in a hug, "I'm so sorry Feliciano. I never meant to hurt you."
The Italian sobbed softly into his shoulder, sniffing. He looked up into the blondes crystal eyes, closing his own caramel ones and leaning in.
But Holy Rome stopped him.
Feliciano looked up at him confused, a bit hurt. "H-Holy Rome?"
"...I'm sorry Feli...but...I can't..."
"W-What? Why not?!"
He sighed, blushing slightly. "Feliciano...until I got here...I assumed you were a girl."
He sniffed, looking like he would cry again. "Y-You too?! Why did everyone think I was a girl?!"
"Well, you wore a maids dress for most of you childhood...plus your voice was high and pitchy...and-"
"OK, I get the point!" The Italian yelled, sniffing again "S-So...you don't love me anymore?"
He sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Feliciano...you'll always have a special place in my heart...you were my first love..." he smiled sadly "But...Being with a man...it's just not what I can do."
Felicaino took a deep breath, sighing out shakily. "A-Alright...I understand...but, we can still be friends, right?"
Holy Rome smiled sweetly "Of course we can...besides...I'm not the one you're meant to be with..."
Feliciano looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"
"You'll find out in due time Feliciano." He said, still smiling "But for now, just go on being the happy idiota you are."
Feliciano smiled, nodding. "Si~!"
The blonde turned him towards the door "I have some work to do...but, if you ever need to talk, I'm still always here."
Feliciano nodded, wiping his eyes and walking out, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Ichigo was leaning on a nearby wall looking out the window and just thinking. He turned his attention to Feliciano, seeing his eyes. They looked red and puffy, like he was crying.
Immediately, Ichigo started worrying. "Is everything okay Feliciano?"
The Italian nodded, smiling. "Si~! I was just talking with an old friend...it's been so long since we've seen each other...since the tenth century at least. "
"The tenth century? How old are you?"
"Old enough to be well past your great grandpa's age!" he chirped.
Ichigo felt a sweat drop "O-Okay then."
Just then, there was the sound of something that was never heard in the soul society.
There was the thunderous clap of a gun being fired.
Ichigo and Feliciano turned their attention to the entrance to where the sound came. Many of the squad members were gathering around.
Ichigo and Feliciano rushed over to find quite a shocking sight.
Captian Soi Fon was on the ground, bleeding from a gunshot wound in her abdomen. Many of the squad members were panicking.
"Captain!"
"Quick! Someone call Squad four!"
"Will they even be able to treat this?!"
Feliciano looked closely at the wound in awe and shock.
Ichigo was puzzled, looking to the Lieutenant
"This is a gunshot wound, but guns don't work on Soul Reapers...how can this happen?!"
The lieutenant shrugged. "The only way this could happen is if someone made a gun that could use Spiritual pressure...but, who would do this to the Captain?!"
"...I know who did it..." Feliciano spoke.
Those around looked at the country, staring in shock.
"...There's only one person alive who could shoot someone with that kind of precision and not be able to leave a trace..."
Ichigo turned to him. "Who is it?"
"...Lovino Vargas...my brother..."
*~IN LAS NOCHES.*~
The brunette smirked slightly, his calm eyes scanning over the Espada. "So, are we all clear on the mission?"
He heard a familiar, arrogant huff from the Blunette in the room.
"Is something wrong Grimmjow?" he asked calmly.
"Damn right something's wrong." He snarled, pointing to the curled up figure on Aizen's lap "Why the hell are we using this damned human to do our dirty work!"
The male growled, getting up from Aizen's lap and walking over to him "I'm really starting to get fucking sick of you and your shit you fucking cat!" He yelled, his accent so thick you could barely make out his words
Grimmjow growled, standing up and getting right in his face "You wanna go pretty boy?!"
"Damn right I do!" he yelled back, pulling out the gun from his holster on his thigh.
Ulqiorra was quick to react, knocking the gun out of Lovino's hand and holding Grimmjow in a submissive position. He looked to Aizen.
"I'm terribly sorry for this moron's disruption. It will not happen again."
He sighed slightly "It's fine Ulqiorra. Meeting dismissed."
One by one, the Espada filed out, Grimmjow having to be forced out.
The Italian sighed, picking up the gun and aiming it at the wall and firing a shot. He smirked. "Ah, it still works. I was gonna kill that emo bastardo if he broke it."
Aizen smirked, standing up and walking over to him, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him from the back. "It's alright Lovino...even if Ulqiorra did break it, I'd have Szayel make you a new one."
"It wouldn't be the same though." He muttered.
Aizen arched an eyebrow. "How so?"
Lovino showed him the butt of the gun. He scratched the word "Fratellone." Into it.
Aizen smiled sadly. "Ah, I see now...it still must be still be very painful."
Lovino turned to him, burying his face into Aizen's chest.
The brunete held him close, kissing his forehead softly.
"I just don't understand why they woud do that..." he muttered, shaking slightly. A small tear fell from the corner of his eye. "Feliciano was so sweet and kind, he wouldn't ever hurt anyone...not even a fly. Why would they kill him?!"
Aizen sighed, petting his head "I'm so sorry of your loss Lovino...but that's just how Soul Reapers are. They're cruel, vicious people who kill only for their own sick pleasures."
Lovino lifted his head, his eyes filled with vengeance.
Aizen smirked. "Two in one day? Are you sure Lovi?"
"Open the damn portal already."
Aizen happily complied, opening a small portal to reveal the Soul Society.
Lovino's eyes scanned over the area, spotting a certain one. It was a male, looking fairly young, but he knew the man was probably as old as him as Aizen had explained Soul Reapers don't age the same way people do.
"That one there...the red headed one...what's his name?"
"Hm? Oh, that one." Aizen smirked slightly "That's Lieutenant Renji Abarai."
"Did he have anything to do with it?"
"Yes, he did." Aizen said, carefully watching Lovino closely. "Don't miss."
"I never miss." He said, aiming his gun carefully. "Die you Soul Reaper scum. I'll kill every single one of you Soul Reapers to avenge Feliciano's death. His life will not have been lived in vain." He said to himself.
With that, the roar of his gun sounded and Renji fell to the ground.
Aizen smirked, closing the portal. He moved to in front of Lovino.
The Italian looked up at him, moving on his tip toes to gently kiss Aizen softly.
"Never leave me." Lovino muttered, burying his face into Aizens chest.
He smirked, holding him close. "I promise."
Broken pawns are so easy to manipulate. Thought Aizen.
