"Wake-a up!" Luciano screamed as he shook Allen. He was starving.
"Go back to sleep." Allen mumbled, trying to go back to sleep. It was too early for him to deal with Luciano.
"Wake-a up!" Luciano screamed again as he shoved Allen off his bed.
"Fine. I'm up." Allen sighed as he stood up, running his hand through his dark auburn hair. "What do you want, Luciano?" He asked.
"I'm-a hungry." Luciano replied in a somewhat whiny tone. Allen rolled his eyes. Of course the brat was hungry.
Okay, apparently Luciano was not only a demon but he was also a little pig. Allen was speechless, the little brat had managed to eat ten whole sized pancakes. Allen hissed as Luciano plunged one of his knives into the same exact spot as the one from last night.
"What was that for!" Allen yelled as he glared at Luciano. While Luciano just smiled. "I just-a felt like it-a."
Allen grabbed a shoe box. "Knives in the box now." He ordered, trying to keep calm. Luciano opened his mouth, then closed it seeing the glare on Allen's face. He put all ten of his knives inside the shoe box with a pout. How he managed to have ten knives on him, Allen will probably never know. Allen put the shoe box on the highest shelf in his closet so it would be impossible for Luciano to retrieve them. The last thing he needed was getting stabbed again.
When he got back after hiding the knives and re-bandaging his wound, Luciano was sitting on the floor, arms crossed over his chest, as he pouted. Allen had to admit, Luciano was adorable as a four year old. But he would never say it to his face.
"You can pout all you want but you're still not getting your knives back." Allen said. "I'm going to be in my office to catch up on some paperwork. Don't break anything."
"Sir-a yes sir." Luciano smirked with a mock salute.
Allen just rolled his eyes, and headed up into his office. Not even a half an hour later, there was a loud crash. He let out a groan and went downstairs to see what the noise was about. In the kitchen plates and glasses were shattered into multiple pieces on the floor and there were drawings on the walls in black sharpie. Those were going to be a pain to get out. His left eye started twitching and his hands were clenched into fists.
"Luciano Vargas get your butt in here, now!" Allen roared, oh that brat was going to get it now.
"You're a jerk." Luciano grumbled as he picked up the glass shards with his bare hands. He winced as one of the shards cut his hand.
"If anyone's the jerk here, it's you." Allen shot back, sitting in a chair. "You decided to break most of my plates and glasses and draw with sharpie on my walls!"
Luciano scowled. Once he was done, his hands were covered in blood from all the cuts he got from picking up the glass. Allen sighed, bringing the boy to the bathroom where he kept his first aid kit. Luciano squirmed a little as Allen cleaned the blood off his hands. He let out a few whines and whimpers when he disinfected his cuts.
"I hate-a you." Luciano said, glaring at the man as he wrapped his hands with bandages.
"I hate you too you brat." Allen replied. This kid was seriously getting on his last nerves. He couldn't wait for the antidote so he wouldn't have to look after Luciano anymore. Allen felt a sharp pain in his right leg, realising the kid kicked him in the shin.
"Luciano!" He yelled as the four year old ran away, laughing.