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~MidnightSakuraBlossom

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January 17th, Entry 15

Current Location: The living room, 7:49 PM

Notes: What the hell is going on with my life, and will things ever go back to normal around here? Humph, not a chance...

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Antonio,

So far, it's been one day since the last entry. That is all because yesterday, I was going to make the most of my Saturday and I lied around the house doing just about nothing. I wanted to get my mind off all of these weird moments and the crazy situations that the Spanish bastard you just happen to share the name of has been getting me caught up in. I lied around the house sleeping and eating, not even bothering to do any cleaning either. And it was fairly enjoyable actually. My stupid Fratello has been out of the house lately, claiming that him, the potato bastard, and Kiku agreed to do something over the weekend.

He wouldn't go any farther on that explanation for his disappearances. The sneaky little asshole.

While lying around the house, barely ever going outside, I found myself occasionally...and against my own damn will, thinking about some of the weird moments lately. I thought about the bastard and how overly-friendly he is with me, I flashbacked to the moment he fucking dared to kiss me in front of all those nosy people I would have been fine with maiming, and then the moment he was going to buy condoms – which still...it just irritates me that I don't know why. Were they for him to use on some she he had mentioned, or were they for her?

Maybe I didn't care if I thought about this, or maybe I did. But I also started to wonder how Brigida was doing. Was she still sick like I had been informed of? I wanted to go over to her house and find out for myself – she has given me her address before, although I haven't actually visited lately or ever – but every fucking time I would get out of bed or crawl off the couch, I would become nervous and just abort my plans. D-dammit, why can't I just stay calm and don't lose my cool at the thought of going over there and just talking to her? Don't you dare think it's because I'm shy! It's only because her brother is so intimidating and scares the crap out of me!

That was all that really happened yesterday. Now I guess I have no choice but to discuss what happened to me today. Well, for a bold start, let's just say that most of my day was (unfortunately) spent with Antonio at his apartment. And let me just point out right now, I DID NOT GO THERE WILLINGLY, DAMN IT! But after Feliciano returned back to our apartment a few moments after I did, and innocently inquired about where I had been, he DID NOT believe me when I told him some of the details! What the fuck? What would possibly cause him to believe that I went over there because of my own free will?

Let me explain the longer way...

Naturally, on Sundays, I don't have to go to that fucked up school or drag my ass to that cafe and work part time. If this town had a good church, me and Feliciano would have probably been there...have I mentioned this before? I HATE everything about this town.

So I decided to just sleep in and then go out and do window shopping. It must have been very late in the morning and I was still sound asleep, curled up under warm blankets and finally feeling very comfortable. I wanted this moment to last forever; if I could help it.

And then, my eardrums were murdered (probably) by a fucking intense blast of rock music basically turning the entire room inside and out! I was so startled by the noise, I immediately jumped out of the bed, still groggy and in a daze but I could remember it clearly as if it just happened a second ago! Pissed off, I tried to name who would be responsible for such intensity still early in the day. I could only think about the number one suspect...Antonio...whom I discovered on Friday, lives in one of the apartments above ours.

The music raged on and I was so ready to just march out of the apartment, knock on his door, and then bash in his goddamn face. Don't you dare doubt me, I would have so done that if it weren't for the fact that the landlord would accuse me of being a psycho whom belonged in a mental home. I don't need anyone being convinced I'm insane – I am merely complex.

Even if I couldn't go and attack him for this unwelcome awakening, I still could have shut him up if I really tried hard enough. That was what I thought at the time, anyway. I reached for a simple broom that I had placed by my bedside just incase of certain, overly-friendly Spaniards...

"TURN OFF THE FUCKING MUSIC, YOU INSENSITIVE BASTARD!" I near screamed angrily, after climbing onto my bed, standing up, and attacking the wall violently with the broom as my weapon. And when the music was finally turned off, I could hear...faint chuckles. Anger flared again and I lost it and threw the broom at the ceiling. "DON'T YOU DARE THINK THIS IS FUNNY! I'M NOT A MORNING PERSON, I'M MORE THAN READY TO GET A PISTOL AND SHOOT YOU IN YOUR FUCKING STUPID FACE!"

I probably sounded very annoying to any other people in the apartments. The landlord probably heard me from where he was repairing the shower in our neighbor's bathroom. But I didn't care about that at all, all I could hope for was that the insensitive bastard heard me and was willing to stop this insanity and stop trying to piss me off!

One last time, I listened closely after the music had stopped altogether. But my guard was remaining high and it wasn't going anywhere. I still stood there on my bed armed with the broom, until the door to my room suddenly flung open and Feliciano let himself in. I knew this because I heard his voice greet me happily.

At least, someone was ready to start the day off on the right foot. I remained pissed as I climbed off the bed. When my feet hit the floor, I turned to see Feliciano staring at me curiously, his hair was a mess and he was wearing nothing but a long white towel barely staying on his waist. Normally, he would have arrived completely naked, but the landlord claims that he's going to be arrested for public indecency if he keeps answering the door that way. Damn prudes...

"I could hear you shouting, Lovino." Feliciano walked over to my side and gazed up at the ceiling just as I was doing, but he obviously didn't have a fucking clue as to why he was copying me. "Ve? What's going on?"

"Just forget about this, dammit!" I shoved the broom into Feliciano's hands and he stepped back and stared in a mix of confusion and fear. Once he had a good grip on my weapon, I brushed past him and made my way across the room to the doorway. "Let's just say that someone's going to die if they keep messing with me in the morning. Someone. Will. Fucking. Die." And I slammed the door shut immediately after, leaving Feliciano very confused and still holding my improvised weapon from earlier.

So this brings us to a few hours later. I already showered, dressed, and made my way down the short flight of stairs into the living room to see that Feliciano was already there finally clothed and blabbing happily on his cellphone. For a moment, I listened in to see if he was talking to a certain bastard he can't keep his hands off of, but it turns out that it was only Kiku.

You can only imagine how relieved I was. This could mean that he was becoming more...tch, smarter and realize that he doesn't need to spend so much time with that bastard. He's just annoying and impossible to deal with, so fucking much like his "awesome" brother that pretty much sexually harasses me with words every time he sees me. I'm surrounded by a bunch of perverted assholes who can't keep their hands to their selves and think before they say.

Since Feliciano was too busy for me to manipulate into making me some breakfast, I had no choice but to reluctantly go into the crowded room myself and search around for something. Ever since that episode with Antonio's insensitive actions and being a complete ass like he is, I was more worn out than hungry. But my stomach was still being a damn traitor and dragging me to the kitchen to feed it. Tch. I entered and glanced around, nothing really captured my interest until I walked over to one of the free counters and my gaze settled on the tomatoes that I had purchased back on Friday.

There was more than enough and it wouldn't have killed me to enjoy one alone before I decided to stop getting distracted and at least make some sort of attempt to try out that admittedly decent recipe I Googled the other day. But don't get me wrong, Google is still no friend of mine. You would not believe how it always screws up the Spanish I try and translate after hearing that bastard whose name will not be mentioned adds into his sentences in random moments when it isn't called for.

Back in the living room, I carelessly took a seat on the couch and began to just sit there and eat the tomato. I could hear Feliciano's blabbing quite easily, and this is only some of the crap I actually bothered to listen in on:

"Ve~ Veeee~ I know, Kiku! Ludwig has been acting weird, but he told me yesterday that he wants to talk with me all alone on Monday outside the school grounds! Hmm? You really think so? Well, I really can't wait to figure out what he wants to tell me~!"

Note to self: Stalk Feliciano tomorrow during his little alone talk with that bastard. If he says anything flirty or they decide to go out together on a date after so much tension, I will strangle the life out of that idiot!

I tried to ignore the rest of his conversation, now that he brought that repulsive topic up. My teeth sunk into the fruit again, red juice trickled down my chin and to the floor (not like I gave a fuck, Feliciano would have to wash that out of the rug later while I listened to music and hung out in my room). And the good news was that I did not think about Antonio at all. And that was a fucking huge good sign!

You may think that eating these tomatoes would have caused me to remember what went on the other day at the store. About how he chatted endlessly and annoyed the crap out of me, actually bothered to point out that he believes I have some kind of stupid "inferiority complex" for my Fratello, and do all kinds of other offhand antics in that place. Especially that whole moment of coming up from behind me and attacking me in a romantic hug like those two fucking idiots in that gay movie...

But I didn't.

And all was pretty peaceful. I sighed contently after swallowing a bite of the fruit, glad that I didn't have to bother with school, that Spanish bastard, or that cafe. Today was going to be the day that I finally got some rest and relaxation from my life. Even if Feliciano wandering through the apartment talking to his friends as if he would fucking never hear their voices again was so irritating. It was a price to pay. I have to hear that constantly, so it didn't matter much.

But the second I shifted my position and lied down on my side, another loud blast of rock music practically annihilated the walls and my eardrums! I gasped audibly and accidentally rolled over onto the couch, my tomato still in hand and my eyes narrowing and my face contorting to it's typical scowl.

That jackass...he was at it again.

"Kiku, I swear I don't know what is going on!" I heard Feliciano cry out pathetically as he came down the stairs plugging his other ear with a free hand. "Loud music just started booming through the walls and Lovino usually wears headphones when rocking out..."

"I do not 'rock out'!" I had managed to yell once my head snapped up from the floor and I glared evilly at a nearby Feliciano. "You don't know how I react when listening to catchy music, for your damn information!"

"Ve! My ears are going to bleed!" Feliciano pulled the phone away and presumably held it to his chest. I didn't know, because I had been trying to pull myself to my feet with one hand and making sure the tomato didn't get squished with the other. "Who's playing music so...so..."

"I've got a pretty good theory." I replied darkly, now on my feet. As I got a mental picture of that bastard's face, my hand began to clasp and pressure was unknowingly applied to the tomato which was beginning to trickle juice onto my fingers and wrist. "Feliciano, don't call the landlord because he's just a lazy asshole who won't help us as often as the other residents. Antonio is more than likely the culprit, and I'm going to go have a little talk with him..."

Instantly, his facial expression turned to one of concern and mild fear as he latched onto my shoulder. I scowled and attempted to swat away Feliciano's hand. "Don't be too violent, Antonio seems to like you and I don't think he would try and do this on purpose."

"If he 'likes' me as much as he claims," I placed the tomato down on the coffee table atop a magazine. And then I folded my arms over my chest. "Why would he be such an insensitive bastard and blast us out of the goddamn apartments with that inhuman volume?"

"Give him a chance. He means well, right?"

"Oh, he'll get his chance..."

Underlined for the violent undertones and implications I had intended by my tone.

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I knew exactly where I was going. And nothing was going to make me change my mind at the time. That bastard had been going too far with his ways of testing my patience and seeing just how far I can go! First he stumbles into my life, tries to flirt with me at the worst time possible, invades my privacy, spreads a rumor that we can't keep our fucking hands off of each other, steals my first kiss, gets a job at the same place I work, follows me to the store, makes me think about him constantly, and then blast music loudly when he goddamn knows that I'm in the apartment below his!

Once taking the stairs and reaching his door, I scowled and pressed an ear against it to see if I could make out anything suspicious. The first thing that hit my ears was muffled chuckles...though they weren't Antonio's. One of them was normal, but the other sounded like a cat crying out in pain or something like that.

Where have I heard that kind of laughter before? I muttered this question out loud, but soon shook my head and raised my knuckles to the door. As loudly as possible, I banged the crap out of it and called our for that bastard.

The time that passed didn't matter to me. I left my hands clenched into fists as they dangled on either side of me and my foot tapped impatiently.

And then, the bastard himself opened the door wide still wearing his typical smile as he greeted me in what was probably his native language. I swear, it was not charming or anything...in fact, I still remained pissed off and ready to cuss him out for all of the noise!

"You," I growled, reaching forward and grasping some of his shirt. Whether he was expecting it or not, he was pulled down awkwardly closer to my eye level and our faces were once again so inhumanly close. "You think this is so fucking hilarious, don't you?"

"What...?"

"THE FUCKING LOUD MUSIC EVERY OTHER SECOND, YOU CLUELESS DUMBASS!" I lost it, of course, and he almost tried to back away but I tightened my grip on his shirt to make sure that he was not getting anywhere. "I CAN'T SLEEP, I CAN'T THINK, AND I COULD HEAR YOUR CHUCKLING AND JEERING, DON'T EVEN BOTHER TO LIE!"

"Lovi-"

"And ANOTHER THING, how can you expect me to willingly put up with you invading my life if you fucking do this this stuff to me? What makes you think for one damn minute that I'll ever accept you?"

"Lovi, relax and let me-"

"Don't you dare interrupt me! I don't care about if anyone else can hear me rant, they probably already heard your insane music volumes earlier! And let me tell you something, I want my life back in order and I won't let an insensitive bastard like yourself hinder me from making that reality-"

I was interrupted. Again. But this time, it was by the insensitive bastard extending a hand and softly clasping it over my mouth. The catch here is that he didn't look the slightest bit affected by my ranting and all of the vulgarities that followed (which were too many to state in the quotations), he was actually...smiling again.

"I wasn't trying to mess with you, Lovi. I have a couple of friends over and they decided it would be fun to get you pissed off after I mentioned you and your brother live here too." I released my hold on his shirt as if my hand had been scorched and I was beginning to dread the moment he told me the names of his so-called friends.

A few entries back inside of you, I foreshadowed something horrible. No mistake, it was fucking horrible. The bastard opened the door a bit wider and brought his hand back to his side, but he still grasped my wrist and prompted me to follow him in.

Just so you know, I refuse to admit that I was caught off-guard. He grabbed my wrist before I could do anything and led me into the fair-sized apartment so I could apparently meet these friends of his. And I had the most horrible feeling that I knew exactly who these people would be. I had seen them talking before around school...but I refused to believe that it was true after all.

Once into the living room good, I glanced around at the interesting design of it. But I tore my eyes away from that immediately when Antonio announced my arrival to...Francis and Gilbert. Yes, you read that right. No mistake, those two fucking annoying perverts were over there seated on a couch instantly perking up upon seeing me. I was more than prepared to just bite his arm and run right there. But what would that do?

I was trapped.

The both of them just stared at me hungrily, probably trying to undress and rape me with their eyes...tch, knowing those two fucking perverts, I would not have doubted it!

Francis has long, kind of curled blond hair and blue eyes. He thinks he's a master at romance constantly hits on both the guys and girls...I still can't stand him and he honestly creeps the shit out of me.

Gilbert has messy silver-ish hair, and weird crimson eyes. He is the potato bastard's brother and he thinks he's the greatest to thing to walk on the face of the earth and we should all worship him. I can't stand him either, he's so forever alone that he likes to mess with me and claims from time to time that he wants to "be my first".

...Humph. He'll get his "first" alright. My foot forcefully crushing his dick to the point of he won't ever get the chance to try that ever again. (Note to self: do this the next time he tries anything, always works.)

Francis began to say some stuff in his first language, French, and it was all in some suggestive tone. I didn't give a fuck about whatever he said, I knew it was probably something really perverted. Then, at long last, he made the switch to English.

"My, my, Lovino decided to come and visit~"

"You picked a good one, Antonio. He's got the attitude and he's cute." Gilbert had the never to add as he followed Francis' movements and arose from the couch. I was shocked and wanted to leave, but my instincts had to be cowardly and so I unconsciously slipped behind Antonio.

I wonder, why the hell did I think that he would protect me? He seemed to be just as perverted as the other two, which must have been how they even got along together. But I just want to fuck myself up for that awful move...

"Oh look, he's shy too! Kesesese, that will be awkward when you decide to make a big step and fuck him!" My eyes widened, I don't know what kind of emotions were running through my head but...I knew very well that what I just heard was the most craziest thing ever! That perverted bastard!

And you wonder why I can't stand his brother being around Feliciano...just hang out with Gilbert for a few hours and you will completely understand where I'm coming from!

I couldn't believe that those two were here, all I wanted to do was yell at that bastard for being insensitive to other people (tch, me) and I somehow got myself caught in one of the worst possible situations that was way too horrible to even speak of!

Knowing that my virginity was at risk in that moment, I shifted my eyes at the both of them uneasily as they trapped me from both sides and looked at me with smirks on their sickening faces. I had to try and stay on my toes but don't look too scared. The last thing I needed was the three of them to get the impression I was even bigger coward then they all thought.

"How the hell do you know these guys?" I asked, taking a step back. Still was uneasy about the situation as ever. Antonio turned around to face me, and I was suddenly the main focus of everyone's attention.

"We met a few days ago, actually." Antonio explained, clearly unaware of my edgy attitude. He just appeared to find this totally casual. "After we kissed in the hallway that one day if you remember – I know I do – and one thing led to another. I guess the three of us started talking and realized we've got some things in common."

"Yes, you do..." I turned to give Francis a glare as he smiled suggestively and tried to lower his hand towards my ass. During the pause, I swatted it away and stepped away. "You're three of the most perverted bastards I have ever met! And why the hell are you bringing up that kiss incident? I told you never to do that again now that everyone's accepted the fact we're 'broken up'!"

"I can't stop thinking about it..."

"Erase your fucking memory banks entirely then! If that's what it takes!"

"Lovino, you're so loud today. Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"I don't want anything if you'll have your filthy hands all over it!" I folded my arms over my chest angrily, hopefully giving Antonio a very serious expression to prove I was truly annoyed by that offer.

"I find this story interesting though..." Gilbert slide up to me and grinned wickedly, a familiar gleam in his eye that I knew wasn't a good sign. It was a look that just screamed 'you are mine'! "Antonio told us about how you two were never together and it was all a big cover so that everyone would forget the rumors. Still...he claims he can't forget that kiss you shared...hmm..."

"Why don't you just shut the fuck up about that? I'll have you know, I don't give a damn about what he thinks about the slightest gesture!" Rapidly, I was losing my temper and I stood on the tips of my toes, poking that albino bastard's chest. "That kiss meant nothing! So let's all just shut up about it!"

But I don't think that he gave a damn about my threats. It was apparent to me that no one would ever shut the fuck up about that incident that should have never happened, and those bullshit rumors that Antonio spread like a life-threatening disease just for attention and to get me upset!

I thought that this conversation would end there, maybe I could slip away and scold the bastard about his choice in friends and his playing obnoxious music the next day. But, naturally, Francis had to be an ass and smirk, giving Antonio's shoulder a nudge as he uttered a comment.

A comment that made me freeze up, but fury written all over my face that was not...not blushing as well, it was only rage!

"He really is shy about that topic, I'm kind of envious that you can bring out that side of him on a daily basis..."

Gilbert and Francis both chuckled like the assholes they both were. I was near seeing red and more than ready to punch the amused looks off of their faces. Maybe it would have labeled me as a crazily violent person who needed to be put on severe medication, but at least it would have gotten through that I fucking hated everything about them!

How did Antonio react to this comment, you may wonder? He remained so fucking silent, but looked away. I caught his small, knowing smile. And that was when my hands clenched to fists.

"What the fuck are you smiling about?" I growled, reaching for Antonio's arm and turning him around to reveal that smile across his lips. The one that annoyed the crap out of me every time I got a glimpse. "Tell those bastards that there's nothing between us! And wipe that smile off your goddamn face, it's not funny at all!"

"I was smiling?"

I snorted and folded my arms across my chest, a knowing expression was probably clear on my face but I made sure it contained no traces of amusement. "Don't be a fucking idiot! Tell them! Lay it down right now or I will, dammit!"

"That kiss did look pretty intense, from what Ludwig told me." Gilbert casually stated, slipping up at my side once again and teasingly running his filthy pale fingers through my hair, I almost blushed and seethed when they were getting close to my curl. "Antonio was the one whom told you to kiss him. But was the reason for this if you think about it?"

"Hey, I can't really explain why I was into it..." Antonio chuckled, as if kind of embarrassed. I rolled my eyes, he was acting so fucking weird today.

Was it due to the fact Gilbert and Francis wouldn't stop being the perverted bastards they were and trying to lure information about how he really feels about me out? Or were the three of them teaming up to fuck up my mind? I still don't know even as I write this, but let's just say that I won't put up with their actions at all!

"So you two aren't going to get together?"

A scowl contorted on my face and immediately turned to Gilbert looking a bit puzzled. "Why the hell do you want to know so badly? I don't feel anything for him, NOTHING! And what does it matter if he has some fucking strange and addictive interest in me? I couldn't possibly care any less but him or what he thinks!"

"That was specific..."

"ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME WANT TO KILL YOU...?"

"Relax, relax," The French bastard came over and restrained me from attacking Gilbert by grabbing my shoulders. I would have tried to fight him back, you know I wanted to because I detest being held back. Still, I thought he may try something... "Gilbert just likes to annoy people; that's his life summed up completely." I rose a brow and turned to glance at Gilbert, he just rolled his unusual red eyes and looked away muttering some choice words.

"Before you barged in, we had been talking about various people we've been interested in lately." Antonio intervened in the conversation, hopefully noticing that I was glaring at Francis as I walked out of his grasp before he could try anything disturbing that I don't want to describe. "Gilbert claimed that he doesn't need anyone, Francis is still working on getting that British guy to admit he's conflicted and really wants him, and I was about to respond."

"How could you have possibly heard each other through that music? I thought it was going to make the roof fucking fall in on us!"

"We were talking abnormally loud over the music, you happened to not hear us."

I sighed and turned away from the idiot. I could not stand to see him still smiling about all of this. However, I will admit that I did catch him slightly blushing at the parts about having feelings for me. Humph. I wonder if that's true...

And I bet you would wonder if it's reciprocated...well, here's your answer: NO WAY IN HELL.

"Then...what were you going to say before I burst in?" Everyone was silent for a few moments, I realized just what I blurted out and clasped a hand across my mouth in horror and disgust with myself.

As I said before, I don't care about that bastard at all! But the words...the words all tumbled out and off my tongue...I couldn't stop them! Neither Francis or Gilbert called me out on that, by some miraculous way, but I could see them smirk almost knowingly right out of the corner of my eye. I fucking hate those two...

Not so surprisingly, Antonio looked as if he was lost in fantasy-land again as his gaze settled on me and his eyes practically shimmered. "Do you really want to know~?"

"FORGET IT."

That was when I turned and walked out of that apartment as quickly as possible. I was finally out of the clutches and inappropriately roaming eyes of the school's biggest perverts, and avoided any farther humiliation by having to either answer truthfully or life about that damn question he just had to spring on me! I didn't once consider going back for the rest of the day or answering the bastard when he would call, because I didn't want to have to see him or hear from him for as long as I could manage!

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I bet he thinks I was just being shy about the truth and couldn't answer...I bet he really fucking thinks that...knowing Francis and Gilbert, they probably will talk about that weird encounter to everyone around the school and I'll be on another wrong end of a damn rumor once again!

This time, I won't stand for it! If there's any suspicious talk going around the school tomorrow, I will be the first to hear and the first to crush it and bury in underneath the earth forever!

The rest of my day was spent lazing around the house doing nothing whatsoever...and plotting...This entry ends here because you don't want to know what I'm going to do to the three of those bastards after this encounter. Let's just keep it simple for now and say: they will not fuck around with me anymore.

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To Be Continued

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Wow, it's been a little while since the last update. Sorry, sorry, but life interfered as it always does.

But enough about that, I have a question for you readers: would you like to see Lovino SUCCEED in giving the Bad Touch Trio (yes, they're seriously going to be called it in future chapters as we fans do) in the next chapter, or should I go with plan B and have him ATTEMPT a few times before finally getting it right? I am asking this because I can't decide which to go with, please answer this in your review.

Well, read and review! Don't leave a poor girl hanging! (LOL, wait, what?)

~MidnightSakuraBlossom