Author's Rambles: Ahh, I'm back:D With chapter 10 of my Thief Lord story! Thankyou everyone for all the nice comments, and I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long! I'm glad there are still people reading my story, or I just wouldn't be finishing it. I ended it kind of...soon, so sorry. I'm starting to phase out of my Theif Lord fandom at the moment (the reason it took me so long to finish this chapter), so this chapter is a bit rocky...but better chapters will come! When my fandom hits back up. I DO NOT OWN THE THIEF LORD OR ITS CHARACTERS!
Prosper stirred softly. He knew he was awake, but he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes, not just yet. Wherever he was, it felt nice. Really nice. He stirred again, just to get another feel. He knew he was laying down, but where? It was to soft to be his bed at the Stella. It was actually the softest thing he had ever felt. And warm. He had never felt this comfortable before in his life. This is great... he thought, but where was he? The last thing he even remembered was seeing Scipio's face...in the rain...the freezing rain. And then, all went blank. He slowly opened his eyes, and blinked, trying to get the blurry scenery to clear.
"Prop?"
He blinked again as a figure came into view. He squinted his eyes trying to figure out who it was. They looked very familiar, but their clothes. He hadn't remembered anyone look so dressed up, especially just a boy.
"Holy shit, Prosper, you scared me so much!"
And he knew his name too. He blinked slowly again, still very groggy, and squinted his eyes. That voice. He had to know who it was. The fancy clothes, the cleanliness, and the fresh clean, intoxicating sent. It was almost to good to be true. A soft smile came to his face as he stared at the vivid image of Scipio.
"Prop, are you OK?" The older boy asked as he took a seat beside him, and ran a hand through his hair.
"Yeah." Prosper said sleepily with another smile. Scipio returned the smile with a softer one. "You look really nice, Scip."
He blushed; "Thanks."
"Where are we?"
"Umm..." He bit his bottom lip and took a look around the spotless room.
"It's Ok. You don't have to tell me. I can wait for an answer." Prosper smiled again, still extremely tired.
Scipio looked at Prosper and smiled softly. He stroked the boy's cheek gently, and watched him close his eyes once again, but this time with a smile.
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-Earlier...
"Hornet? Are you OK?" Riccio asked the poor girl as he stared at her.
He had just walked into the Stella, still soaking wet. She was laying on the floor wrapped in a blanket in a crying heap. He blinked softly and walked up to her. She continued to cry, looking extremely helpless. What the fuck is wrong with her? Riccio blinked, still staring down at her. He slowly crouched down beside her, and softly nudged her shoulder.
"Hornet?" He asked softly. She let out an angry cry, which caused him to fall back. "Jesus fucking Christ! What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
"Go away!" She screamed, half choking with tears; "leave me alone!"
"Fuck, fine!" He shot up; "stupid crying bitch, get over yourself!"
She let out another mournful cry, and wrapped herself tighter in the blanket. Riccio stomped up the two flights of stairs and made his way to his bed. He grumbled to himself, kicked off his shoes, threw the blanket over himself, and laid down.
"Riccio?" Came a small, tired voice.
He grumbled again, and slid the blanket off his face. He blinked up at the timid face of Bo. He was dressed in his pajamas, and he held onto a stuffed rag-doll like cat. Riccio's face softened a bit as he sat up.
"Yeah?"
"Why's Hornet crying?"
"I don't know, go back to bed." He rubbed his face.
"I can't..."
"Why?"
"Prop's not here."
He blinked; "He..." he paused for a moment; "him and Scip went out on some Thief Lord business, he'll be back later."
"Why didn't he tell me?" He frowned.
"Top secret I guess." He shrugged
"Oh." he frowned again and walked back to his bed on the top floor.
Riccio sighed, and again threw the blanket over his head. He just wanted to scream. It was late, he was cold, wet, and now he was laying in a musty smelling heap of blankets on a musty smelling, moldy fucking old, beat up mattress. He groaned loudly. My life sucks...
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"I don't think I can fall asleep again." Prosper said softly as he opened his eyes.
"Oh?" Scipio smiled at him.
Prosper slowly pushed himself up. He smiled at Scipio, and pushed back his hair. Suddenly he paused. He looked down at his chest. His shirt was different. He made a puzzling face and peaked under the blanket. His pants were also different. He blinked. Why was he wearing pajamas? And not even his pajamas. He looked up at Scipio who had a blank look on his face, but seemed to know the answer the Prosper's un-asked question.
"They're mine." He said with a faint blush.
"How did they—."
"I put them on you."
"But how—."
"You passed out and were wet. I had to give you a change of clothes."
"Where are—."
"We're at my house. In my room."
Prosper blinked. Scipio had answered all his questions without hesitation. He seemed unfazed and unmoved. It was odd, robotic like almost. Almost as if he just tried to get the answers out as fast as he could so Prosper couldn't see any type of reaction in his face.
"Your room?"
"Yeah."
"But I thought—."
"No."
"No?"
"No." He buried his face in his hands. "Prop I'm so sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"I fucking lied to you. I lied to everyone! I'm not who I've told everyone I am!" He looked at Prosper, and shot up from the bed. A look of devastation plastered to his face. He ran his fingers through his hair, and turned to take a look around the room.
"Then who are you?" Prosper asked softly, still not taking his eyes off Scipio.
"I'm Scipio Massimo. The son of fucking Dottore Massimo! Dottore Massimo!" He screamed at Prosper, tears forming in his eyes; "I am no Thief Lord! I am a rich man's son!"
"Scipio..." Prosper said sadly, his soften eyes trailing down.
"Fuck!" He screamed again, crouching down, lowering his head, and clutching large clumps of his hair.
"Scipio..." Prosper bit his bottom lip softly. What should he do? He seemed to think he should be upset about it. Scipio did lie to him–to everyone, but for some reason he couldn't be mad. Not at Scipio...
He pushed the blankets off, slowly slid off the bed, and crouched down behind Scipio. He put his arms around him, and held him. Scipio shook softly, and no words were spoken for some time. Finally Scipio sniffed softly, and Prosper smiled.
"I'm not mad, you know." Prosper said softly; "not at all." He ran a hand through Scipio's hair.
"I think you should be." Scipio replied, and turned his head around to look Prosper in the eyes.
"Well I'm not. You have your reasons..." He smiled softly.
"Yeah..." His voice seemed to trail off, and his gaze turned away from Prosper.
"So, why did you choose to become the Thief Lord, Scipio Massimo?"