Hey there! I'll probably be updating a bit slowly after I post the next chapter. I have another fanfiction to work on for a friend. I don't feel like many people like this one anyways so probably won't bother anyone very much. Reviews are greatly appreciated!
Lovino sat silently upon the bed. Laying back with an arm over his eyes. Thinking back to when he went out with Kiku the the poverty stricken area. He hadn't expected it to be as bad as it was. The fighting in the lower class area was so horrid and bloody. He had hoped he'd never see people fight like that again. Yet here he was in this city. Helping Kiku prepare the middle class for their fighting. The cut on his cheek he had accidentally received in a spar with a young man. Lovino was decent with a sword but he much preferred his gun over a sharp blade. Lovino let himself go back to the memory of being in the lower class area.
The lower class had been in ruins when Kiku and he went. Houses burned to nothing and bodies lined the streets. It almost looked abandoned except the few who were aiding in the cleanup of the massacre. The guards the King had sent were ruthless. He could tell by the dead bodies of young children and women. Even women who were obviously pregnant. Lovino could hardly look at it all. So instead he looked to Kiku for instructions. Kiku's face had been dark looking. Taking in the damage with a heavy heart.
"... This is why we are Rebelling Lovino. And also why I need your help… You were Amazing back at-" He was cut off by a tensed up Italian.
"Please don't bring that up again. I don't want to relive that mess of a city…" Lovino's voice was a lot harsher than he had intended. Kiku just nodded slightly in understanding.
"...You'd make a good leader." Lovino shook his head at these words turning his back to the bodies.
"Just take me to where we're training." Lovino took a deep breath. Trying to rid his head of the Imaged burned in his head of the faces of the innocent victims upon the ground. Kiku then lead Lovino else where. To prepare others for the same thing to happen to them.
Lovino was startled out of the memories of earlier when he gets tapped lightly on his arm. He removed it quickly to see a concerned Spaniard.
"You okay?" His voice sparks in worry. Lovino just mutters soft assurances that he's fine. Just tired. Antonio nods and accepts his explanation. Asking for no further details. The two then sit in a long silence. Until Antonio decides to break it.
"Kiku… Mentioned something about a rebellion..?" Lovino flinched at the word. Nodding slowly.
"If you wanna hear about it go get Gilbert…" Antonio nods. Going and quickly fetching the Albino. Sitting him down and ignoring Gilbert's questioning look.
"As I told you earlier.. this place is corrupt… When Kiku and I left he showed me the lower class area.. Where Rebellion had first started… It was.." Lovino gets a bit choked up. Holding back the tears that threatened to overflow. Lovino takes a deep breath and tries his best to rid his mind of the images of the dead from his mind.
"Children, Men, Women, I even saw a few Women who were pregnant laying on the floor covered in blood… Those men are ruthless monsters." A long silence went between them for a long period of time. Gilbert and Antonio jumped when Lovino suddenly stood up and whipped towards them. A calm and serious look upon his face.
"We will not get involved with this if we can help it. You understand me?" His tone was a bit harsh. Worrying the other two.
"But Lovi… If we can hel-" Before he could finish Lovino interrupted with an angered tone.
"We are not getting involved." Antonio flinched back. Slowly nodding. Lovino giving a soft sigh. Face softening.
"Please.. Just.. Let it be." The two nod again. Lovino then walks calmly out of the room. Antonio following after. Leaving poor Gilbert all to his awesome self.
Antonio wants desperately to know how and why Lovino could abandon such a city and refuse to help; However, The poor bastard has no idea how to go about asking such a thing. So he just wandered aimlessly behind the Italian. How just sat down at a table in attempt to peacefully wait for food. He knew Antonio wouldn't let it be peaceful though. And as usual. He was correct.
"Loviii… Please.. Why won't you-" He was cut off by an intense glare.
"First off. It's LO-VI-NO. Secondly, This shit isn't our business. We'll both get in the way and probably die in the process." Lovino tries to speak calmly but it comes out as more of an angry hiss.
"We all will die at so-" Yet another glare.
"Don't you dare fucking use that lame ass excuse on me. If we use that reasoning then we all may as well die on the floor right this very second." Antonio flinches and nods. Lovino supposed he should feel bad but he didn't give a shit currently. Find that he could better spend his time watching the food come into the room. Thanking the waiter. Then proceeding to inhale his food as if it was his last day on earth. Antonio wanted to warn him about the danger of choking but was afraid of angering the Italian farther. Antonio did have to admit. The food looked Delicious. Yao was a really good cook despite his semi-abusive behaviour. So he could understand Lovino's will to gobble it up. Also Lovino has been traveling for so long in a dangerous world that he supposes that he has to eat like that. So Antonio just sat there like a kicked puppy and nibbles his food. Antonio's pouts ignored by everyone in the vicinity. Which only consisted of Lovino.
A bit after food the Trio bathed and went to bed in almost silence. A bit of an awkward silence for Gilbert and Antonio. Lovino seemed to appreciate the silence quite a bit. This was proven when he was the first asleep. Antonio and Gilbert having a much harder time following his example. Struggling with the thought of abandoning this place. They felt as if the town needs the help. Innocent people were at stake. They could use all the help they could get.. right?