The mission seemed to be going well, despite the fact Lovino knew one of these men had seen him with Antonio and was a risk to both of their lives no one had spoken out against him yet. He hoped they would stay that way he'd rather not have to file the reports for another man 'lost to one of the Undesirables fighting back' as it was rather boring. So far this mission Lovino also hadn't had a second thought about killing a single person which kept bringing up the question 'why is Antonio different?' to mind.

Lovino was in the middle of checking a body to see if they were dead or just faking it by kicking them in the side and seeing if they'd respond- nope dead. He kicked the body once more for good measure, yes definitely dead. When he heard a noise behind him to see a gun trained at him. 'Well shit' he thought to himself, 'there goes the hope that I wouldn't be filing any reports'

Antonio heard something in the house, a creaking noise like someone trying to quietly sneak through the house. He laid still, his heart hammered in his chest from nerves. He didn't know what was going on, or who was in the house. It couldn't be Lovino. Lovino didn't walk like that.

He listened silently, his heart still hammering in his chest as he wondered who was in the house.

Smiling he spoke calmly, "evening Chance. Would you mind lowering that gun?" He asked calmly not wanting to have to use force. Yet.

"Vargas" the voice spoke coldly though Lovino could hear it shaking slightly. 'So he is scared. Good for a second I thought he didn't have a brain' he thought to himself. "Yes that would be my name. How may I be of service to you?" Lovino asked his lips turning up into a smile.

"I know what you did" Chance said in what Lovino assumed he thought was a strong-not-shaking voice.

"Wow. That sure is specific, mind telling me what you know I did? 'Cause I do a lot of stuff" Lovino said sarcastically, of course he knew exactly what he was talking about he wasn't dumb after all.

"You killed Shelon and Larky. Your own men, that's low even for you" the man spat out. Man was he annoying.

"Well yeah they were in my way," Lovino spoke as if it were the simplest thing in the world and that he couldn't believe the other would be surprised.

"I'm gonna have to kill you for that" Chance replied his voice low, he didn't like the thought of going against his boss but he had to revenge his fellow team mates.

"I'd like to see you try" Lovino sneered.

The footsteps slowly came up the stairs, as if they were extremely cautious, afraid to find something. Then they slowly came down the hall. Antonio's heart began to pound even faster and harder. He was afraid of dying, he didn't know why. But he was afraid.

As soon as Chance lunged at him- which really was very stupid since he had a gun in his hand- Lovino grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back pressing down on his elbow threatening to break it. "What was that about killing me?" Lovino hissed into Chance's ear.

He thought he had trained his team better but apparently not. Lovino was about to snap Chance's neck when he felt a pain in his leg. He looked down at his calf to see that when he wasn't looking Chance had plunged a dagger into his leg.

"You may be stronger than me but I'm sure as hell not going down without a fight" he whimpered when he saw the anger in the Italians eyes.

There was a cracking noise and Chance crumpled to the ground "great how am I going to explain this one?" Lovino muttered to himself limping slightly as he walked away from the body.

"Fratello…?" A quiet voice said as he heard the handle of the door turn. Fratello… Wasn't that the Italian equivalent to the Spanish word hermano? Antonio thought to himself, more lost on that train of thought than the thought that he could be killed at this point. His mind was caught up in that as the door slowly creaked open.

"Ve! You're not Lovi!" a cheerful voice sounded out though it had a hint of confusion mixed in with it. "Wait… You're not Lovi… Who are you? Why are you in fratellos house?" the voice asked suddenly alarmed.

Antonio blinked some as he slowly sat up, his eyes open so hopefully he wouldn't have to explain too much. "My name is Antonio… Your hermano brought me here." He said as he reached up to rub his sore shoulder. His eyes were exhausted from lack of sleep, the other Italian brother did not calm his fear.

"Ve? My brother brought you here?" the young Italian asked surprised his brother would do such a kind thing before he noticed the bandaging on Antonio's shoulder. "Oh! You're hurt! Are you one of his men?" That would make more sense as to why he was staying at his brothers house… Kind of.

"Eh… I guess so." He said, unsure of what to say to the other Italian. He didn't want to lie but he didn't know what Lovino would have wanted him to say. And it wasn't like he could ask him now could he. He sighed some as he allowed his eyes to wander around the room. Even though he couldn't see.

"That's a weird answer. My names Feliciano by the way it's nice to meet you!" the now identified Italian chirped holding out his hand for the other to shake.

Lovino's team finished the mission rather quickly, but he knew it wouldn't be soon before someone noticed that Chance was missing and when they did Lovino would have to lie about his death. He had already it planned through that he would say one of the Undesirables had snuck up behind him and killed him to try and steal his gun. Planning ahead Lovino had even planted Chance's gun on a dead body to make his story more believable.

When someone brought it up Lovino told his story about how he had been taking care of one of the Undesirables when he saw someone walk up behind Chance. He would have shot at them but at the angle he was at he would risk shooting Chance as well, he would have stopped them but the Undesirable saw him and panicked killing Chance by snapping his neck and taking his gun and training it on Lovino.

Lovino told about how he shot down the undesirable both because he was a miserable piece of living shit and because he wanted revenge for his team mate.

Of course everyone believed him, why wouldn't they? He was their leader they had to believe him.

Antonio nodded some. "It's nice to meet you..." He said, trying to act normal. He didn't see the hand in front of him, obviously. However he sensed a slight tension in the air.

"Uhh… Antonio? You do see my hand right?" Feliciano asked wondering why the other had not shook his hand yet. Now that he thought about it Antonio hadn't once looked at him. I mean he had looked at him but it was as if he was looking through him or something.

Once Lovino had finished up with his mission he began the walk home. It was a peaceful evening and all he wanted to do was get home was take a shower and take off the blood covered clothes he was wearing. However when he got to his house he found the front door to be wide open. Rushing in he ran upstairs to see if Antonio was still there or in any immediate harm but what he found was- not what he was expecting.

Antonio heard the bedroom door slam open, his head looked towards the direction of where the door was. "Hm?" He said softly, his eyes confused. He blinked some and tilted his head. "Lovino?" He asked softly.

"Ve!~ Fratello there you are I came here looking for you but instead I found Antonio-" Feliciano's eyes widened with shock, "f-fratello you're covered in blood" he choked out his eyes filling to the brim with tears.

"I know that Feli, and why didn't you call me before coming over I would have told you I was working and not to come. Also ciao Antonio glad to see you're alive." Lovino said awkwardly not sure how to handle this situation. 'Shit how much has Feliciano figured out? He may seem dumb but he can catch on to some things pretty fast especially when you don't want him to...' he thought to himself

Antonio at first didn't notice the smell until Felciano mentioned it. He then paled at the smell of blood, his mind flashing back to his past. As well as the smells from the night he met Lovino. His heart rate began to accelerate. He felt his shoulders shaking and his hand clenched his shirt over his heart.

"S-shit, Antonio are you okay?" Lovino asked frantically, walking over to Antonio to check if he was okay and make sure he hadn't re-opened his wound or something.

"Fratello what's wrong with Antonio and why is he in your house? What happened?" Feliciano asked his elder brother worriedly, concerned for in his eyes, his new found friend.

He was shaking, his green eyes wide and his breath coming out in uneven pants. He was clutching over his heart, shaking as the smell assaulted his senses. He began to feel dizzy from his hyperventilation, his world spinning even if he couldn't see it.

As Lovino watched Antonio he noticed his face paling even more than before- which was saying something- and immediately his worry increased ten fold. "Antonio. What's wrong" he grit out trying to get an answer out of Antonio, seeming to forget he was covered in blood which was now drying to his skin stickily.

Feliciano had no idea what to do so he just stood there in the corner and watched wondering what the heck was going on.

He panted, shaking some before he swayed and passed out due to his hyperventilation. He breathed silently, his heart rate calming down when he was unconscious. He laid there silently, his chest moving slower as some colour returned to his cheeks.

After making sure that Antonio's breathing had returned to normal he stood in silence for a few moments just watching Antonio inhale and exhale in his sleep before turning around and walking past Feliciano, "I'm going to go take a shower and burn these clothes. You can either stay or leave I assume you're here for a reason. You can talk to me while I make dinner later" he said in a monotone voice as he left to take a shower.

Feliciano just nodded as he watched his brother leave he a thousand questions racing in his mind, 'who is this Antonio and what is his connection to mi fratello? And why do I get a the feeling there's something Lovi isn't telling me?...'

Antonio laid silently in the bed, his longer brown hair laid around him like a halo, sweeping around his body and in front of his face. He looked absolutely exhausted, but at least his breath had calmed down once he had passed out.

While Lovino was showering Feliciano had no idea what to do, he couldn't just stand in his room. Antonio might find him creepy if he were to wake up and just see him standing there! So he quietly exited the room closing the door behind him and walked down stairs to see what kind of food his brother had in the fridge.

~20 Minutes Later~

Antonio woke up slowly, blinking as he looked around. He couldn't seem to remember what had happened. He had been talking with… Feliciano? Was that his name…? He blinked some as he tried to remember.

Lovino stepped out of this shower and picked up his towel wrapping it around his waist before trying himself off completely and getting dressed. Within five minutes he was out of the bathroom and heading towards the kitchen when he decided it would be a good idea to check on Antonio before getting started on something else.

Antonio was sitting in bed, his knees pulled close to his chest. He looked sad, he didn't know why but he just… felt sad… He wondered what was wrong with him anymore. His long hair hid his face and part of his body.

Walking into the room Lovino saw Antonio sitting on the bed with his knees pulled in at his chest looking mopy. He couldn't help but want to ask what was wrong though it probably was his fault. Instead of doing that though Lovino decided to talk about something else. "You know we should probably cut your hair, it's way too long to maintain. I mean you can keep it long if you want, but the offer stands if you ever want me to cut it for you"

"I can't do anything with it… I can't see it… I…" He fell quiet, his heart pounding in his chest. There he went sounding stupid again. What did it matter? Girls were supposed to have long hair. He was not a girl. But he never had the ability to do anything… He felt so stupid…

"You don't have to be able to see it to keep it nice you know." Lovino explained awkwardly, he felt as if he should try and comfort Antonio somehow but he had no idea how. Usually when he was feeling bad his brother would hug him but he didn't think Antonio would appreciate that with his hurt shoulder.

"It's not about being able to see you look nice, its more about feeling that you look nice because if you think you look nice then you'll feel nice." He tried explaining once more.

"I don't think I look nice… I feel like I look like an escaped crazy person… Which I guess in a way I am… I'm an undesirable… I should be dead. There is nothing nice about me…" He said as he looked down.

"There are plenty of nice things about you, you just need someone to point them out to you. If you spend your entire life alone you'll believe you're nothing special because no one has ever told you so, so there is no way for you to know better. And yes you should be dead but you're not so stop acting like you are and actually live for once. Show the Council that you're still alive and that they can shove it because despite their efforts you lived" The more Lovino spoke the more confident he felt with what he was saying, he felt like his words were becoming more believable- at least he hoped they were.

He sighed some. "You can say that. The City doesn't ban your existence, shove you into a sewer, then send people after you to kill you like it is some sport. We are treated like animals. No worse than animals. Because animals have a purpose in life that we don't… But… You wouldn't understand that. You were wanted, you were loved. You never had to go without.. Never.." He whispered, shaking.

Lovino didn't know what to say, what could he say? Nothing seemed appropriate to say at this time so he slowly walked over to Antonio and wrapped his arms around him in an embrace of some sort. "I do understand that. More than you think I do. I may have been born a desirable but in the eyes of the only person who mattered I wasn't, to him I was the filthiest scum of them all, hell he probably thinks even worse of me now. Not like I would know I haven't talked to him in years. Besides, you're wanted now…" Lovino mumbled sadly. 'Shit I'm supposed to be cheering him up not making things worse!' Lovino scolded himself.

Antonio stiffened at first as he was hugged. But slowly his body began to relax and he rested against the other. He felt so… Safe in the other's arms… He didn't know how to explain it or why he felt this way. But this warmth… He had never felt this warmth before either. "I never had anyone that wanted me…" He whispered softly.

Lovino grinned slightly, "well you do now" he said sincerely.

Antonio looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean…?" He said softly. His eyes mirroring his confusion even if he was blind.

"I wouldn't be risking my life by keeping you in my house right now even I didn't care." Lovino explained letting go of the other as he stood up again. "I have to go make dinner before Feliciano throws a cow about how hungry he is, would you like to help?" he asked softly

He blinked some. "I can help?" He asked softly. He had never tried cooking anything before. He never thought he could to be honest.

"Of course c'mon it'll be fun" he said before taking the Spaniards hand and leading him down to kitchen down stairs.

A/N I know I haven't updated this in a while and I don't exactly know why considering I have it all written out and such but oh well who knows. I'll probably post the next chapter next week. Please review!