Hello hello! Vierra Lucivia here, serving you with my first English fanfiction I uploaded! This was for a drabble challenge, and each chapters will have different genres and pairings. If you do not like some of these pairings or genres, you can always click the back button-or not reading it and proceed to another chapter.

I'm sorry this is late uwaa-! Yesterday the internet won't work at all, so it's a double chapter here! I will post the twentieth day's drabble sooner.

Day: Twenty First Day
Theme: Look
Pairing: None
Words Count (Story-only): 410 words

Presented to you, by Vierra Lucivia

Having a night vision of a cat sure is nice.

At least that's what Luciano thought, as much as he fear cats. But it doesn't mean he always hates cats, right? There are some times when he doesn't. But… he really wanted a night vision, although he already knew it is total impossible. Hoping for something you couldn't have, it's just like wanting to hug an entire big mountain with your very own hands. It isn't possible. Luciano sighed heavily at the thought. Thinking about it further could only make him even sadder. He decided to stand up, stepping outside his office room to gather some fresh air. He finally made his way to his bedroom, before he checked his wardrobe, scanning it throughoutly. Military uniform, military uniform, military uniform, tuxedo, tuxedo, military uniform, military uniform… there wasn't actually any normal wear at all. He opened the other side of the wardrobe. He found some shirts and jackets there, along with two mantels and a few pairs of trousers. And it was quite weird that he actually owned a… dress? Rubbing his eyes, the Italian tried to gather his common sense, trying to accept the reality in front of him. What? Since when did he put this blasted thing inside his wardrobe? He decided to brush off the thought, thinking more about it would ease his pain at all. Well, not that he actually felt pain right now, though. Luciano decided to take out the dress. For some reason… he actually wanted to try it somehow. The Italian quickly took off his clothes, before wearing the dress he had grabbed earlier.

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It was quite surprising, honestly. But he was now standing in front of a mirror, staring at the reflection of the "man" who was now wearing a monochrome dress. He even doubted about his own gender identity right now. The name Luciano sure isn't unisex, but… really? He totally looked like a girl right now, and he hates that fact so much his brain could actually explode. He bet if he was wearing a wig, he'd look like a girl more than he should have. The Italian clicked his tongue in annoyance, groaning a bit in frustration as he looked away from the mirror. Luciano's face was red—actually, it's redder than a tomato—as he muttered something angrily under his breath, "Is this how I really looked like-?!"

He still can't accept the reality within him.

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Reviews, suggestions, and constructive criticsm are welcomed! However, if you can, please no flame! My body is not ready-
Also, excuse my crappy English, please-