Disclaimer: I do not own any of Himaruya's characters used in this story!
Quick note! This chapter is so super long I decided to cut it in half so the second part of this chapter will be posted tomorrow and it's a good one~ Enjoy part one!
Emeralds
Lovino looked around, he seemed to be in the woods, deep inside. Lovino would've been afraid being all along in the deep woods with only tall trees around himself, but he was far from it. He knows exactly where he is, in fact, he has been here multiple times. Lovino carefully made his way through the woods, making caucious steps through the bumpy ground until finally he made it to where he headed. He is now in a spacious open field, the grass greener then the rest of the woods it was really magical, and the ground not as bumpy but soft with each step. He looked around and there he saw him, his grandfather sitting upon the soft ground in the middle of the field. Lovino walked over to him and sat criss-crossed, facing him. His grandfather looked up from his guitar and smiled at Lovino with so much care glistening in his amber looked up at him with the same eyes he inherited from him, but to compare the two, his grandfather's shown more cheer in them.
He began to play and the sound seemed to echo off the trees, the sound filled in the silence of the woods. Any bird, any small creature that have been making a noise wasn't now, that's how powerful grandpa's music was. With a simple stroke of the guitar's strings could bring a group together, it calmed Lovino greatly. He listened with a soft smile, closing his eyes for only a moment, absorbing the sound into his heart.
The music changed suddenly to a romantic take on spanish influenced guitar strumming. Lovino opened his eyes and there in front of him is Antonio, giving him an amorous smile. Lovino's eyes widen and became so taken by him, he scooted closer their knees touching. Lovino felt like such a fangirl it was embarrassing, but he didn't want to think of that now. He listened to what Antonio had to play for him and he was not disappointed. Antonio stopped for a moment as he lightly touched Lovino's chin and gently pulled him forward, Lovino let him as he came closer and closer. Anticipating the next move, Lovino closed his eyes and felt a warm pressure on his lips. They were kissing, and Lovino was okay with that. He kept kissing him not wanting it to stop. Nothing could ruin this moment.
But it did when suddenly Lovino opened his eyes and was looking around his room. He groaned and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He wouldn't say that he wasn't enjoying his dream but, he hated how often Antonio has been visiting his dreams these past few days and also hated that his dream ended like that. They were only just dreams of course, it didn't mean anything right? Damn it how is it that Antonio could be so admirable even in his own dreams? Lovino wanted to tell him, in real life, that he should stop being so attractive and romantic. It made Lovino cringe how much effort Antonio took to seem admirable to him. With his stupid face, stupid messy hair, stupid romantic accent, and stupid gem like eyes.
On another note, why must his dreams go from his grandfather then to Antonio? The only thing they had in common was the guitar playing. Maybe that was the reason behind it. Lovino has seen his grandfather play multiple times on the guitar and his style was leaning towards the romantic side as well, so Lovino's subconscious mind would easily change his grandfather to Antonio.
Lovino thought back to the part of the dream with Antonio in it and his stomach fluttered. He got up from bed and began his day, a small part of him deep inside eager to see the guy with emerald eyes.
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Tomorrow is the performance and although he should let Antonio practice the day before the big day, he went over to the music room. Lovino felt grateful none of the musicians were out of the sound rooms to play their music for Lovino to hear. All of them were at their most focal point, and from the atmosphere alone Lovino could feel the stress of the performance being tomorrow through them all. Even so, there Antonio is, in his own sound room with his guitar laid on his lap lazily with his attention on his phone that is in his hand. Unbelievable.
Lovino opened the door and glared at Antonio, "Bastard!"
Antonio looked up from his phone, surprised to see Lovino yet he smiled cheerfully, "Lovi~~ Mi guapo Lovi~~ You came to see me!"
"What the hell you doing on your phone with the performance tomorrow?"
"Eh? Oh! Don't worry! I will do perfectly no sweat!" he smiled confidently.
"How can you be so calm about this? You realize you are performing in front of a shit ton of students right? What if you suck? You are already the only one in the music club taking the risk of singing." Lovino added, mumbling, "Not very good singing either.."
Antonio pouted, "Whaaaat? Lovi doesn't like my singing voice? Is that true Lovi?"
Lovino looked at Antonio, he reminded him of a sad puppy, he would've been more mindful of his feelings but he wanted to tease him further. He sat down in the other chair and crossed his arms, full of sass, "Hard cold truth. In fact I may throw tomatoes at your face at the performance."
Antonio gasped, "Oh no! Loovviiiii. That's so mean don't throw tomatoes! They are for eating!"
"There will be a ninety percent chance of tomato shit storm and it will be coming right for you!"
"Nooooo!" Antonio whined.
"Then put your phone away and practice!" Lovino smirked, proud in himself to have won. He enjoyed to see Antonio's defeated face as he put his phone away and gripped onto the guitar.
Antonio began to play until he stopped to look at Lovino, "Does my voice sound really bad?"
Lovino sighed, "I don't know why don't you sing for me again?"
Antonio, somehow, found a new sense of confidence and started playing his song from the begining once more. Lovino listened quietly, studying and critiquing every bit of his rendering. There was no denying that Antonio's voice melted his heart and sent him high in the sky with all the passion he put into his spanish lyrics. He was telling a story, only Lovino could not understand what it was but he did feel it, and Lovino loved it.
Antonio finished and looked at him, "Now how was that?"
Lovino took a breath, he yet again was holding it, "It will do.."
"Yes!" He exclaimed, feeling accomplished. "Gracias Lovi~"
"Si whatever."
He set down his guitar. "So~"
"What?"
"You came to visit~ You must like me!"
Lovino scoffed, "No."
"Si! Lovi likes me!"
"No!"
Antonio took Lovino's hands and placed them on his cheeks, Lovino noted how soft Antonio's cheeks were and very warm. Antonio laughed cutely, "Antonio is so happy~~ Lovi is so cute!"
Lovino brought his hands back, "Stop it bastard! You are so cringy! Stop trying to be cute!"
Antonio attempted to smile cutely at Lovino to tease him and it worked, Lovino looked away, crossing his arms. "No! I'm not looking at you!"
Antonio leaned til his face was in Lovino's view, "Lovi~"
Lovino opened one eye, looked at him then turn his head the opposite direction stubbornly. Antonio chuckled softly and reached up to Lovino's hair and stroked it softly, "So cute~"
Lovino opened his eyes and pouted,- he has a weakness and it is when someone plays with his hair- he turned his face towards Antonio. "I'm not cute."
"Yes you are~"
Lovino moved his hand away, gently, he would've pushed it away but he really didn't want him to stop but it was best if he did.
"So you're going to be at the performance si?"
"Si.. My brother bought the tickets."
"Oh you have a brother?"
"Si, he's my twin."
"Twin?! No way you have a twin? Two cute Lovino's in one world? Dreams do come true."
"Why are you so weird?! Don't you dare fantasize some weird shit about my brother!"
Antonio giggled. "Okay okay! What's he like? You two look exactly alike?"
"Not really.. He is much paler and has bright auburn hair. He's an idiota like you. He's always so damn happy it's sickening. "
"Awww a happy Lovino! I would like to see that!"
"Sucks you won't." Lovino crossed his arms.
"Aw why not? Lovi I can meet your brother can't I?"
"Nope. Sucks to suck."
"Does he play an instrument?" Antonio asked.
"...No he doesn't. He's never been into that stuff. It was only something between me and my grandpa... Um.. he was more into art. Drawing and stuff." Lovino talked quietly, going back to his heart aching memories. He remembered when Feliciano and him were just five years old and Feliciano crying constantly whenever grandpa would try to get him to play the piano. Lovino one day told Feliciano that he would try to play with him and that it's not so scary, it was then that his grandpa saw the potential that Lovino had as he excitedly played the piano. Lovino, honestly, wanted to get Feliciano to stop crying because he hated to see his brother cry and he was really curious about what his grandpa loved to do. That day forward, he spent more time with his grandpa then he ever had, day after day practicing at least 4 hours each day. Soon music had been his whole world, he started with piano, then he progressed to the guitar, after which he did a bit of the flute but quickly went to playing the violin and it was that instrument that really interested him the most. The violin completed him in a way. When he started playing he was a prodigy and his grandfather for sure saw that as well. Grandpa decided to buy his very own violin, which was the best thing to have ever happen to him because he had always played grandpa's instruments so him buying the violin meant that it was his very own first instrument. It was the first and last present that his grandpa would ever give him.
Lovino felt himself jerk around and Antonio's voice followed, shouting, "Lovi! Can you hear me?"
Lovino gasped and looked at Antonio startled, cheeks damp with fallen tears. "Wh-What...?" He quickly wiped his face, looking around confused.
Antonio stopped shaking him and sat down, holding onto Lovino's arms gently, "Lo siento. You just got very quiet and started crying, like a lot. I tried asking what was wrong and you didn't answer me. I kept asking but you wouldn't say anything so I started shaking you! You gave me a fright! I didn't know what to do!"
Lovino couldn't recall any of that happening before the shaking, he frowned and replied, "Sorry..."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. Don't worry about it. I should go."
"You sure? Should I walk you home?"
"No you don't need to. I'm fine." Lovino got up from his chair, Antonio also got up.
"Por favor! It's no trouble I will walk with you!" He grabbed his guitar and put it back in its case.
"Fine..."
They both left the school and walked together side by side to Lovino's house. They didn't say much, Antonio didn't want to set him off again. Lovino didn't mind the silence, although it might have made him think back to memories but really it felt comforting just to have someone there next to him. It made him feel less alone.
They came up to Lovino's house and he fumbled with his keys, then unlocked the door and turned to Antonio. "Thanks. Now go home bastard.."
"De nada, cutie. Oh! Can we exchange numbers? It would make me feel better to keep in contact!" Antonio took out his phone from his pocket.
Lovino looked at his phone and after a moment of thinking about it, took his phone from his hands and put his number in it. He handed it back and walked inside, he stood at the doorway looking at him, "You better not forget to fucking text me."
Antonio smiled full of glee, "I won't! I will text you right away!"
Lovino gave a small smile and rolled his eyes, "Okay go away now." He closed the door on him and walked to his bedroom, hearing his text tone from his phone in his pocket.
