SkyGem: Hey guys, well, it looks like the AsarixBianca arc will be wrapped up in this chapter, since it seems some of you are starting to get anxious. But, that doesn't mean I'm not going to end this chapter with a big bang! Anyways, instead of explaining everything, I'll just let you guys find out for yourself.
After Bianca had left, Flavio had fallen asleep on the sofa.
When he woke up the next morning to the sound of the doorbell ringing, the pounding hangover he had didn't help improve his mood any.
For a while, the man just lay where he was, thinking that Bianca would answer it before realizing that Bianca wasn't there.
Cursing under his breath, he stood up and went to throw the door open, growling, "What do you want?"
When he saw three people in black suits standing there, he froze. Thinking back, he tried to remember if there was a reason these obviously dangerous people were standing at his door.
Coming up with nothing, he decided to just outright ask them. "May I help you?" he asked, sounding less than friendly.
The leader, a man with short, spiky orange hair and brown eyes, smiled stiffly. "Good morning, mister Flavio. My name is Alfeo Aiello, and these are my partners, Elario and Isabella," he said, first gesturing towards a man with long violet hair drawn into a tight braid and a face that looked as if he laughed a lot (which was the complete opposite of his expression right now), then towards a woman with straight, chin-length hair that was the colour of red wine. "We have been sent here on behalf of our boss, Giotto Taru. We are here to pick up clothes for Miss Bianca, who will be staying at our boss's residence for an undetermined amount of time."
"Staying at your boss's residence? And why, may I ask, is she doing that?"
Isabella smirked and said in a sarcastic voice, "Oh, I don't know, maybe because her fiancé was stupid enough to kick her out of their house for something she didn't even do?"
Flavio ground his teeth together in frustration; he knew that when he was drunk, he had a quick temper, but he had never in his wildest dreams imagined thought that he would ever actually raise his hand against the woman he loved. He knew that he had made a mistake, and this woman's sarcasm wasn't helping any.
"Why didn't she come herself?" he asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.
"Isn't it obvious?" This time it was Elario that spoke. "She didn't want to see you."
Flavio allowed a glare to distort his features. "And if I were to refuse you entry?"
"We would force our way in," replied Alfeo with a predatory grin on his face.
"You do know that would be trespassing and I could call the cops on you?" asked Flavio in an incredulous voice.
Alfeo's grin merely widened and, in the same tone as Flavio, he said, "You do know that we're from one of the most powerful mafia Famiglias in all of Italy and there's no way they could keep us in jail?" The man's face suddenly became serious and he said, "Even though it's a menial task, there is no way we are going to disappoint Primo, so I suggest you step aside and allow us to do our job before you get hurt."
For a moment, Flavio thought about putting up a fight, but he quickly ruled that option out, since there was no way he could beat them. Gritting his teeth, he grudgingly stepped aside to let the men (and woman) through.
The three of them did their work fast, and before long, there wasn't one piece of Bianca's clothing left anywhere in the entire house.
Flavio looked at the empty space in the closet and felt a bit lonely.
"We'll be taking our leave now," said Isabella, snapping the man out of his thoughts. She turned and walked off, then stopped, as if suddenly remembering something. Turning to look him full in the eyes, she smirked gleefully and said, "One more thing we almost forgot to tell you, mister Flavio. Miss Bianca requested us to pass on this message, 'This engagement is over.'"
If Flavio had been holding anything, it would have crashed to the floor when he heard this. "W-what?" he asked.
The red haired woman shrugged. "I guess she got tired of living with a sexist asshole who doesn't know how to appreciate her." She paused here, then her smirk morphed into a genuine smile. "It seems sir Asari has taken a liking to her, though. It would be wonderful if they got together," she said in a soft voice. Soon after the words were out of her mouth, she glared at Flavio. "So you better stay out of it." Turning around, she followed her partners out the door, saying over her shoulder, "Primo will be sending people to get the rest of Miss Bianca's possessions later. Make sure you're at home." And with that, they were gone.
Numbly, Flavio walked over and closed the door, then stood there, as if he didn't know what to do.
Finally, he let out a scream of frustration and kicked the wall, and was promptly awarded with a nearly broken big toe.
After moving out of her (ex) fiancé's house, Bianca grudgingly accepted Giotto's offer of staying at the mansion until she found another apartment for herself. She swore to herself that it would only be for a few days, but those days slowly turned to weeks, and before she knew it, it had already been three months. During those three months, Bianca had grown a lot closer to her masters and young masters, particularly Takeshi and Asari.
One day, the young maid was about to head out to buy some groceries and was humming quietly to herself, so she didn't hear Asari come up behind her.
"What's up?" he suddenly asked, and Bianca nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise.
"Master Asari!" she sighed when she saw him. "Please, don't scare me like that!"
His signature grin stretched across his face and he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Gomen," he said, using the Japanese word for sorry.
The young woman felt a blush creep up on her out of nowhere. Lately, whenever she talked to the rain guardian, her heart would start racing and she would get really nervous; this feeling, though she couldn't put a name to it, almost made her feel like a school girl again, as if she was . . . in love. Shaking her head to get the thought out, Bianca smiled at the Japanese man and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with, Master Asari?"
When she asked this, Asari's cheeks gained a slight hint of pink and he said, "Well, I was wondering if you'd found an apartment yet?"
Bianca stiffened when she heard this. The truth was, there were a few nice places she'd found, and she was planning to check them out, but she was reluctant. She felt that, if she were to go see them now, it would make it more…official that she was moving out. Bianca had loved her stay at the mansion, and wanted to draw it out as much as possible.
"I've found a few places," she said, barely avoiding stuttering. "I was planning to go check them out soon. Why, may I ask, do you want to know?"
Stepping in closer to her, so that they were only inches apart, Asari said in a voice just above a whisper, "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind just living here. Permanently."
Her cheeks flaming Bianca tried not to avert her gaze, stuttering out, "Y-you mean a-as a live-in maid?" Even before she finished talking, Bianca knew that was not what he had meant, but she needed to confirm her suspicions..
Asari just shook his head wordlessly, then bent down and placed a chaste kiss on her lips, one of his hands resting on her waist, and the other coming up to cup her cheek.
The kiss lasted a few seconds, and just as Bianca was gathering up hr courage to return it, he pulled away. Asari's eyes were still focused on her, but his cheeks were flushed, and he seemed to have trouble finding his voice. "I mean as my wife," he said after a second, his voice a breathy whisper.
Stumbling back a little, Bianca had to fight not to let her knees buckle underneath herself. "I-I'll think about it," she said, not breaking eye contact.
Asari nodded at this, smiling shyly, his cheeks still red.
Turning around, Bianca walked off in what she hoped was a normal manner.
Reaching the front door, she was about to leave, when she was stopped yet again. "Wait! Bianca!" called out a voice, and she turned around to see Takeshi.
Mustering up a smile, she asked, "Yes, Takeshi?"
"Are you going to town?" he asked excitedly.
Bianca nodded, then, after a pause, she asked, "Would you like to come with me?"
"Hai!" he said. "You sure you don't mind?"
Bianca shook her head. "Of course not, Takeshi. I'd love it if you came with me."
Smiling, the boy pulled on his shoes and grabbed one of Bianca's hands, surprising her a little. Turning in the direction of the living room, he shouted, "I'm going out with Bianca!"
After a second, G poked his head out, took one look at Bianca, smiled, and said, "Don't take too long!"
A pretty Italian woman with flawless, olive toned skin; bright green eyes, and silky brown hair whipped her head from side to side before letting out a groan.
The woman's name was Gisella, and she was hopelessly lost. It was two years shy of a decade since she had been in this city called Milan, and she remembered nothing of the layout of the city.
Why was she here now, you ask?
To see the son and lover she had so long ago abandoned on her father's orders. For the past eight years, she had been regretting her decision, and had often wondered how her son had grown up, and whether she would recognise him or not. Finally, she could not take it anymore and had decided that, even if it meant that her father would disown her, she would see her son at least once, and apologize to both him and his father.
Now that she was in the city, though, she had no idea of how to find the mansion again.
Deciding to take a small break, Gisella sat down on a nearby bench, and closed her eyes. This certain pocket of space was peaceful, and there was no one around. Before long, though, she heard voices drifting to her through the warm spring air.
"…-ld you feel about your father getting married?" asked the voice of a woman; probably about Gisella's age.
"Married?" asked the voice of a young boy, who was presumably who the woman was talking to.
"It means that you would get a mommy."
Gisella felt a smile grow on her face. She knew what was going on; the woman was breaking the news to the kid that his father had proposed to her; how sweet.
"If she's like Bianca, then I would be really, really happy!" the boy replied in an enthusiastic voice and Gisella's smile grew wider. Bianca was probably the name of the woman; looks like she had already been accepted then.
The woman, Bianca, laughed lightly, then said, "You wouldn't mind sharing your dad with me?"
"Nope!" replied the young boy. "Because Bianca would make the best mommy ever!"
The voices were getting closer, and as Gisella opened her eyes to see the child, the smile was immediately wiped off her face.
The boy that had been talking to the woman named Bianca (who was really quite pretty) was a miniature clone of Asari. It took a while for it to register in Gisella's mind who the kid must be, and when it did, she felt her heart tear into a million pieces.
Bianca noticed her staring and pulled the boy, who Gisella now knew was her long lost son Takeshi, closer to her side, all the while staring at her suspiciously. As the two of them passed, Takeshi threw her a smile, the polite smile one would show to a stranger, then he turned back to Bianca, chattering happily with her.
Gisella watched the two until they disappeared, not bothering to get up, and when they were gone, she closed her eyes and laid her head in her hands, tears soaking her palms. She had been deluding herself, thinking that there was some way she could gain back what she had lost – no, purposely thrown away – all those years ago. Asari had already moved on, and she was the only one trying to hang on to a past that no longer existed.
SkyGem: I kinda feel sorry for Gisella near the end…but hey, it's her fault. Anyways, that wraps up this chapter! Please do leave a review and tell me what you thought, ne? Oh, and to all those who have been wondering about it; yes, in the next chapter (hopefully) the last member of their family will finally be introduced~ haha, took long enough, didn't it? Anyways, please don't forget the review, and also, check out the poll I have posted on my profile! It'll be up for a few days, maybe, so don't forget to vote! Ciao~
P.S. I almost forgot, to any Muslims who may be reading this fic; Eid Mubarak!