Umm…this chapter will have more cussing than usual, just a warning….
Feliks was bored.
No wait Feliks was extremely bored.
Oh scratch that out – Feliks was bored to the point where he was ready to call a stripper over.
No, no, no, I refuse to be that bored, I cannot sink to that level of lowness, He thought. So he continued to watch the stupid rookie fights occurring exactly thirty yards away from him (Yes he had calculated the distance between him and the ring – that was how bored he was).
The two fighters were new, none very skilful, although it was obvious that the one in the shorts was going to win. He was using the same metal ladder to bash the same spot on the other brute's head.
Boring.
Now, if he had used some technique with the ladder…like maybe fit the other wannabe's head into a space and twist it…that would be funny…Feliks chuckled to himself. Eliza was rubbing off on him; he was starting to have more violent thoughts then usual.
"Ah, well, can't fight em, join em." He mused snapping his finger at the bar.
Immediately a waiter of sorts was there, eager to serve the well known fighter, but frightened enough to keep a respectful distance from the Knifeman.
"Sir…?"
"Yeah…get me something fruity tasting, don't forget to put in my worth of whiskey, ask Roger, he knows what it is…" Feliks trailed off, watching the waiter push and shove the others around him to get to the bar, nervous that he wouldn't bring the drink back in time.
Feliks sighed and stretched out his lithe body.
He was so damn bored.
He missed Eliza.
A lot.
He didn't see her as often…usually the Underground was her home, she was always here, training, helping him research other fighters, helping Roger, pissing off Roger, Fighting scheduled fights…fighting un-scheduled fights…and beating all of their pathetic ass's .
Yes, he really missed his friend. And he needed her, not just for her company but so that he could tell her the latest Underground news.
Feliks sat forward, as the thought crossed his mind. He tapped his fingers on the table as all traces of boredom left his being.
This topic was something serious that he needed to discuss with her.
He wouldn't mind discussing with Roger about it either, he was bound to have more information, and he was more experienced and had friends in different Fighting Communities around the globe, but still he wanted to tell Eliza because she hadn't been down in the Underground when the rumors were first being leaked.
Feliks continued to think about the problem when the waiter plunked his drink down, not bothering to look up Feliks made a small sound in the back of his throat. He picked the drink up and listened to the sound of the waiters footsteps walking away.
Sighing he downed the cup and stared at the ceiling, wondering where Eliza was at that particular moment.
His boredom was slowly creeping up on him…he could feel it.
He was about to snap his finger again at the waiter when something grabbed him roughly from behind. Whatever or whoever it was, hit him on the head and Feliks could feel someone wrap a cloth around his mouth. It was soaked in chemical and whatever it was. It was making him lose conscious.
The last thought Feliks could make sense of before his mind slipped into unconsciousness was: Damn, I'm not bored anymore.
Eliza
Eliza turned her gaze from Gilbert and back to Antonio, she could make out the violet eyed one out now, it was Rodreich.
Sighing Eliza wondered why every guy she met was involved with crime. Why were none of them normal college guys?
She continued to share small talk with Feliciano when suddenly a hand appeared on his shoulder.
Eliza followed the hand to the arm then the arm up to the face. She swallowed hard and looked down to avoid blushing.
"May I steal my date away Feliciano?" Ludwig asked his voice the definition of suaveness.
"Ve~ of course Ludwig! You are the luckiest person here tonight, enjoy~!" Feliciano said cheerfully and went off to find another girl to woo.
Eliza just stared at Ludwig, looking him up and down. He was utterly handsome. No he was utterly hot. No, he was utterly sexy. Okay, he was utterly hot, sexy, and handsome all rolled into one.
His muscular build was evident in his tuxedo, his height, intimidating, his hair combed back as usual, but different.
"I'm very happy you are here, Eliza." He said and stepped forward with a shy smile on his face, pulling her close to him as the band smoothly transitioned to a mild tempo song.
"Yeah, me too." She said softly refusing to blush and look him in the eye.
He wrapped his arm tighter around her waist and swayed her with him, in tune with the music.
"Normally I don't dance at my father's parties, but then again, I don't think girls want to dance with me." He admitted looking down and finally meeting eyes with Eliza.
"What?" she asked incredulously, glancing over at the corner of girls who were glaring murder at her.
"Yes, I think women like Gilbert more then they like me, I am umm…to serious…and not as handsome." He said blushing slightly and smiled down at her, "And the few women that do, well I do not like them much they are mindless twits, and I crave intelligent conversation more then I crave a messy night."
"Well, that's like a piece of heaven, a guy not controllable by sex." Eliza stated earning a small laugh from Ludwig. She wanted to hear it again, she loved his laugh, it was sweet, and nice to see the serious man let out the child within him.
He twirled her under his arm and she ended up backed against his chest, she could feel his heartbeat as his arm rested briefly on her chest, rising with the swell of each breath. Then his warm body was gone from behind her, and she was unwinding around him. He wrapped her in his arms almost protectively, as if warning the other men, that she was not available for even one dance.
"Seriously though, I think you are very handsome, and the women who don't like you are crazy, although I doubt that the girls don't like you. And finally don't tell anyone or I'll find a way to kill you, but I think you are cuter then Gilbert." Eliza said interrupting the silence and eyeing the growing smile on his face, until it turned into a fully fledged beam that made Eliza want to kiss him, "Way cuter then Gilbert."
"Okay, it will be our dirty little secret." Ludwig said smiling without hesitation now. Eliza laughed, as he twirled her around, the music came to an end.
"Would you, like to go outside?" Ludwig asked gesturing to a magnificent door leading to an equally magnificent garden.
"Of course." Eliza said and allowed him to lead her by the waist towards the door. The band was sliding into an upbeat song when suddenly the adorable couple's path was blocked by a body. Clothed in a tux, looking sharp, and intimidating, Gilbert was blocking their way.
"Good evening brother." Ludwig said shortly while tightening his hold around Eliza's waist and reaching his other arm across his body to hold her hand.
Eliza held onto it and felt him give her a reassuring squeeze. She nestled in closer to his body and finally looked Gilbert in the eye.
She was shocked by all the emotion threatening to spill onto his face;
Anger: his mouth was set in a firm line, obviously displeased at seeing Eliza actually show up with Ludwig.
Lust: The way he clenched and unclenched his fists, and his eyes roaming her entire body, already glazing over with lust.
Hurt: The part of his eyes that had yet to fall to his lustier emotions was hard with hurt. How could his angel do this to him? How could she stray from him? How could she just come in here with Ludwig and stare at him with her beautiful eyes and expect him to stand there and let them do whatever out there in the secluded gardens? How could she not have only love for him? How come?
"And the same to you, brother." He replied not looking away from Eliza.
"I was just about to take her out to the gardens, and show her around." Ludwig said smoothly, "So if you don't mind –" He was interrupted by Gilbert.
"Actually if you wouldn't mind, brother, I was about to ask Eliza if she would bless me with a dance, this is a favorite song of mine." He said staring Ludwig right in the eye, "If you don't remember this was a favorite song of Mother's to, so if you wouldn't mind."
He stepped forward and offered his hand to Eliza, watching her with the eyes of a starved man.
"Ah, sorry Gil, but she's my date, therefore it is my duty to ensure that she is entertained, but you could join us later on for a walk if you will." Ludwig said and tightening his hold on Eliza walked around the shocked Gilbert, and was about to go through the door when a booming voice cut through the crowd.
"Ah! Ludwig! My son, I have a friend of mine that would like to meet you! The Austrian one I was telling you about. " A man of intimidating height and build walked through the crowd, which shrank away from him, in both fear and respect.
He looked like Ludwig but Eliza would never mistake him for his son. This man oozed criminal. He had the hard cold look in his eyes of someone who could care less about your death. His aura was cruel and his smile was big but didn't meet his eyes.
"Gilbert has already met him before, he can take care of your lady friend, but you will come with me. Now." He said face, and attitude falsely jolly.
Ludwig looked down at Eliza, his eyes helpless, then playful, he bent down and kissed her lips soft and quick, "I'll catch up with you right after this, ok?" he said walking towards his father, "Gilbert, don't do anything stupid."
With one last look at Eliza, whose hands were on her lips shocked, and surprised. Still wondering if what just happened actually occurred. He walked away with his father, shoulders squared, and confidence swirling around his being.
And if Eliza had been looking Ludwig in the face right then, she would have seen the smile on it, his slightly flushed cheeks, and his long graceful fingers resting on his lips. And his eyes, happy, and yearning for the next time it would happen, so he could turn it into something bigger.
Eliza was standing there, in the doorway stock still, wondering why it was her in this mess, cursing the universe for plunking her down in this plot, but at the same time thanking it over and over again.
Gilbert was emotionless, his face was placid as if that happened every day, but inside, he was struggling to keep himself from taking Eliza in front of Ludwig and murdering him right after.
The only thing that stopped him was the corner in his mind that reminded him, that he had loved his little brother. His little brother was the single light in his life, they had been there for each other, and they were best friends, soul mates in brotherly terms. He couldn't kill his brother, not with the relationship they had held, not with the brotherly bond that still held them together however weak it may seem at times.
Stifling his anger with those thoughts he turned to Eliza and again offered her his hand, "May I have this dance?" He asked crimson eyes staring at her with desperate hope, then uncontrollable happiness when she took it and allowed him to hold her close as they danced to the beginning of the fast song, the band had begun to play.
Feliks
"Oww, what the fuck?" Feliks muttered as he came to. Rubbing his head he recalled the events of a few hours ago, was it a few hours ago? Or was it a couple of days?
Fighter instincts taking over he took in and studied everything around him stopping briefly on the table in front of him, the chair he was sitting on, the bonds he was wrapped in, and then finally on the shadow in the corner. He realized what room he was in, the conference room. A room that the best fighters of their community would gather in to discuss anything important.
Good, I'm still Underground Feliks thought; now I can be annoying and get away with it!
"Who the hell are you?" Feliks demanded, "What the hell do you think you're doing dumbfuck?"
"Shut the hell up Feliks, you want anything to drink?" A familiar, normally loud voice rang from the corner, as the shadow moved to sit in a chair. Feliks heard the rustling of rough clothing and the light clicked on. Sitting in front of him was Roger.
He was sitting in his spot at the conference room, calmly pouring two shots of hard liquor.
"Aren't you going to set me free?" Feliks demanded.
"Do you want this shot?" Roger snapped back, pushing the shot in front of Feliks, but far enough so that he couldn't reach it.
Roger smirked at the sound of knives cutting cloth, and then Feliks hands appeared each wielding a pencil thin knife dangerously, before they disappeared somewhere inside his fighter uniform.
Grabbing the shot he scowled at Roger, "So what the fuck is all this for? You could've just asked me to come by the bar afterwards and we could've talked alone." He drank the shot, and refused to cry out and choke as the alcohol burned hellfire down his throat.
"What the hell is this?" Feliks demanded wiping his mouth and gulping air down his throat to soothe it.
"Drop the bullshit Feliks I have to talk to ya, and ya have an idea why." Roger said lighting one of his huge cigars.
"No I don't frankly –no thanks –and if I think this is what I think it is then I would like to have Eliza in our company, to discuss it." Feliks said waving away a cigar Roger had offered him.
"Feliks don't be a shithead you know as well as I do, that Eliza probably already has a good idea of what's goin on."
"What are you fucking talking about Roger?" Feliks demanded.
"The Underground -asshole, it's getting bigger."
"Well obviously" Feliks huffed eyeing the bottle of brackish liquid in front of Roger.
"No, Feliks, when I say bigger I mean huge. I'm not just talking about more Fighting communities popping up, or new assassins entering the business. I'm talkin bigger. Way bigger." Roger said. Feliks looked up, he heard something in Roger's tone that unnerved him.
"Roger, we can't get any bigger –" Feliks began studying the man with questioning eyes.
"Really? Feliks have you seen the whole Underground? All you've known are the caves that you train in, the big arena one, this one, the storage bar, and the computer room. Have you ever seen the entire thing?" Roger asked slipping his lighter back into his pocket.
"No…"
"Exactly, it's huge. No joke. No lie. You could fit Berlin three times into this thing, and there would still be space for another ring. Don't you understand? I thought you were the smart one fucktard?" Roger said leaning on the table, he was serious now, and Feliks could tell he was.
"Fuck off, yes I do understand we're getting bigger –"
"Feliks," Roger said leaning in more and filling his shot glass, "Do you have any idea how big I'm talkin about? I'm saying that you can get a city goin on under here, you could have an entire underground city here, grocery stores, fighting academies, we can make our own world down here, no one from above would ever know. The only difference from our world and the one above, is that we're darker, we'll have representatives in the criminal society, we'll be huge, we are gaining power."
"You're joking." Feliks said going pale, "You mean we could have entire families down here, dedicated to fighting, assassins?"
"Feliks, dumbass, if you have a family down here whose gonna feed em? Eh? See this alcohol here? Not hard liquor, Moonshine. Illegal, practically everywhere across the globe. Made by a company, Underground. They have beer down here, ya bet they gonna have food. "
"What?" Feliks yelped staring at the bottle. Feliks wasn't new to Alcohol but Moonshine was an entirely different force.
"They're already starting to build Feliks! This came from Australia, their Underground fighting Community! There's gonna be a lot more jobs then assassins and Fighters, there are gonna be illegal beer smugglers, anything like that and they could be millionaires here underground! We are becoming a thing to be reckoned with in the world of Criminals, we can be a profit, an ally, and an enemy, and we just need representatives that people will follow, ones that will make smart choices for the people who will live Underground. We can be an Underground world, right underneath the rest of the big time cities of the world." Roger finished eyes glazed with triumph.
"But Roger," Feliks started considerably more worried then bored now, "This is powerful, but now more dangerous than ever. Anyone here could let it slip to the police for money, the FBI, any big time security cooperation in the world! Just for the temptation of money…you know! It's more dangerous now, our identities and very lives were at risk for just knowing this society, now that we're growing bigger? What's gonna happen when some jack ass lets it slip that there is not one -but multiple Underground cities popping up under the world as they know it? Huh?" Feliks finished pounding the table.
"Feliks, dickwad…we're not stupid, the only families that are going to be allowed to live are the ones that have nowhere to go, people who will be living here have nowhere to go, ya see, once they come in, we make sure they never get out. Oh sure they can go above ground to visit some stuff, but they will be followed and watched to make sure they let no one know about us and them. A police force that actually does that stuff is already formed somewhere in a Canadian Community! We could do it too! In fact almost everyone is going to do it, no everyone is going to do it"
Feliks blinked at the reasonable explanation, "So whole families will be down here? Laundromats, assassin training, Fighting academies, smuggler apprentices, regular schools, liaison schools, movie theaters, bars, and illegal business owners?"
"All of it and more Feliks." Roger said downing his shot and giving himself another, "And the families will just get bigger, we will just get bigger. We are a force that will be feared and respected. We are the Underground." Roger finished grandly.
"The Underground." Feliks murmured, his mind spinning with all of the news he had just taken in.
He looked up to meet Roger's eyes and before he could think twice he raised his cup of Underground Moonshine and announced, "A toast to the Underground and its ambitious but very likely future." .
Roger smiled, cigar still stuck between his lips, he raised his glass and bashed it onto Feliks's, downing the cup and drinking the rest of the bottle for good measure.
Feliks smiled and refused to cry out when he felt the glass hit his fingers, settling for a muttered, 'Bastard!' He drank the Moonshine and smiled as he felt the fire rip down his throat.
The Underground deserved this.
Wow, a little more serious I think…kinda too fast?
So howz did you like the GermanyxHungary moment?
So, the ball is taking up more than two chapters, but that is because this is an important part! The Underground is growing!
And in case anyone has caught it…but in one of my first few chapters I mentioned that Gilbert and Ludwig are both Bavaria's…yet, Eliza was invited to the Beilschmidt dinner…hmm…That little mystery will be unraveled soon.
Review =D please…
~PockyWarrirors