Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE! Especially in this fic. There's going to be a bit of religious-bashing in this.
Goddammit... (1) It's called "skin grafting," I think. Eighty percent of my boyfriend's body was burned, so they had to graft, stretch, and take skin from his feet. They're still making appointments for that, and it happened twenty-two years ago.
POV NARRATIVE, again. Also, the first part is happening during the beginning of the chapter before this, before Lovino woke up.
APHAPHAPH "Come on, girls..." Rainier held up a shirt to his three dog's noses. He was hired to look for Lovino Vargas, Francis Bonnefoy's slave. He was doing it alone, because Francis only wanted to ask the man a question.
His dogs started sniffing around, and was soon on a set trail. Rainier smirked to himself. "Good girls!" He started chasing his dogs to where ever they were taking him.
aphaphaph Lovino was about to get married, to some man that he barely even knew.
'How did this happen to me? And why? Obviously, Romain is a nut-job, but still, why me?'
His legs suddenly gave out from under him, and he was on his knees. Almost everyone in the church (all of them were either Romain's family, or friends) gasped, and stood up from where they were sitting.
The man, who was walking with him (he assumed that he was Romain's father) squatted down to his level. "Hey, are you okay? Do you need anything? Water?"
Lovino shook his head. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm just very nervous about..." He paused for a moment. He could hear dogs barking from outside. 'About damn time...'
There were suddenly gun shots from outside of the building. everybody in the room, including Romain, tried looking for a place to hide behind, and duck. Lovino crawl to safety, even though he knew that this was for him.
A man, with long, black hair, literally kicked the door open. "I'm sorry about that, but I couldn't get the door to unlock any other way."
Three bloodhound dogs ran past him, and tackled Lovino to the ground. They held him down, while Rainier walked towards them. "Good girls!"
"Who the hell are you?!" Romain came out from his hiding spot, and stood up. "Get away from my Lovino!"
"Your Lovino?" I don't know if you're aware of this, but Lovino Vargas is a slave, which means that he's owned by someone. I'm getting paid good money to take him back to who I assume is his master."
"Wait!" Lovino tried lifting his head, but one of the dogs slammed it back down to the ground. "He planted bombs under Francis' house! He'll kill Francis, if he doesn't marry me!"
Everyone, besides Romain, and Rainier, gasped again, and muttered quietly to themselves. Rainier pointed one of his two guns at Romain. "Sick'em."
One of the dogs left Lovino's side, and instead, ran right towards Romain, before tackling him down to the ground. "You'll be judged against the wrath of God himself!" Romain screamed.
Rainier paused for a second to think about what he just heard, in case he heard wrong. "...What are you talking about?"
"God chose Lovino to be my spouse! Lovino is from Romano, and my name is Romain. They are similar, in both spelling, and pronounciation. Lovino was sent to France, so we could meet! Plus, I can tell that it was "love at first sight," for the both of us! He always have love in his eyes, whenever he sees me!"
"What?!" Lovino snapped suddenly, before trying to take back what he just said.
"Uh-huh. So, you ARE aware that a lot of slaves are from Romano, because of the Mafia, right? And does Lovino agree to everything you just said?"
"Of course, he-"
"Fuck no!"
"D- what?"
"You are a crazy bastard who sells me milk every now and again. The only reason to why we are this far, is because you said that you were going to kill Francis. I had to tell you that I won't marry a murderer, just to keep him alive."
Rainier casually walked towards Romain, while they were talking. Romain seemed to not have paid attention to him, thouhg. "But, he raped you, many times- I saw it!" Lovino winced at that. "Hell, he took you last night!"
Lovino took a deep breath, to calm himself down, before talking again. "I wanted that. Things are different, now. I'm not going to bother explaining everything to you, but I... I love him, a lot."
Romain's eyes widen. A million thoughts went through his head, of what he saw, when he saw Francis, and Lovino, together. He didn't even notice his hands being cuffed behind his back. Though, he calmed down, when he thought of the "obvious" answer.
"You have a case of stockholm syndrome."
"Maybe, but you don't see me trying to change it. I didn't even deny it to myself, once I was gathering feelings of just liking, and trusting him." He said, truthfully. "If you give me the choice to run away, and never coming back, or stay, and even going as far as marrying Francis, I would stay."
'He lied to me?! N-No, he's just saying this, to protect himself. HE'S the one, with the master, after all.'
"There you go." Rainier forced Romain to stand up. "You are under arrest, for attempting to marry an owned man, who is owned by someone else. Hell, even IF he wasn't someone elses slave, you would be arrested for attempting to force marriage on someone who doesn't want to marry you, or even love you, back."
"Wha- you can't do this! It's against God's word! Plus, you're not even a police officer!"
"I AM a bounty hunter, though, and you are trying to get in the way of my bounty hunting."
Rainier ordered his dogs to get off of Lovino, by tilting his head to the side. He pushed Romain to the side, and took out another pair of handcuffs.
"I'm sorry, but I have to do this. You know, just in case you were just saying those things, to get away without bondage."
Lovino placed his arms behind his back, for Rainier. He just wanted to get this over with, and go back home. His wrists were cuffed together, and he was forced to stand up.
"Wait a second..." He kicked the heels that he was forced to wear with the dress, off. "Fucking heels..."
"Come on." Rainier forced both of them to go outside. "I had to chase my dogs by foot, to get Lovino, so that means that we have to travel about an hour by foot, if we walk. Unless, you want me to call Francis, and see if he can pick us up?"
"Yes- I would love to, but I don't have any money on me."
He chuckled. "That's okay. I'll just have Francis pay me back that dime that I'll be using for the phone. Well, actually, he'll only need to take you home, if he'll take the money he owes me with him. The nearest Police Station isn't far away."
"Thank you. Oh my God, thank you so much!"
"No problem. Again, I'm getting paid for this. I'll need Francis' phone number, by the way."
"Oh, right. It's..."
"Great! We'll go to the Police Station, first. He can pick you up from there, while this bastard..." He shook Romain's shoulder. "Is behind bars~! Everybody who counts, wins!"
'Francis hired a very happy, and strange man.'
"Lovino..." Romain finally spoke up. "I don't understand how you could have such strong feeling for that pervert, but um... I can make you so much happier. I know I can. You can't tell me that the love in your eyes, wasn't love."
Lovino sighed. "I still have no idea what the fuck you're talking about, but maybe, I had "love in my eyes," because we would always be talking about Francis. Actually, I think you should actually be commited to a hospital, instead of being sent to jail. You are OBVIOUSLY insane."
'W-What?' Romain's thoughts were being shattered. '"Insane?" HE'S the one, who's insane! He wants to marry his master! He...'
"I'll just let the police deal with the details on that."
Romain wasn't going to give up. "I would make you so much happier, you know..." At this point, Lovino wasn't even paying attention at this point. Everything Romain said, fell on two pairs of deaf ears. aphaphaph Lovino still had his hands cuffed behind his back, even when they got to the Police Station. Romain was being transferred to a mental institution, because he made his own world in his head.
Lovino figured that they would be able to pry into his past, or whatever made him look at everything the way he wants to make it. He was pretty positive that he wouldn't see Romain, for at least a half a decade.
Rainier was sitting on the seat next to him, also waiting for Francis to arive and pay him. They were both pretty quiet, once they got to the station.
His popped his head up, every time someone came into the room. He had to wait fifteen minutes, so far. He was getting very anxious to see Francis, again.
"Lovino?"
Lovino gasped, and jumped out of the chair by that voice alone. "Francis!" He bumped against Francis' body, seeing how he couldn't hug him. Francis held him, arms-length apart.
"Mon Dieu, Lovino. Vous etes si beau."* His pupils scanned Lovino's dress-covered body multiple times. "I am so sorry for destroying your marriage, but I want to know why you would just, run away like that."
"I didn't run. I was sort of drugged, and kidnapped."
"What do you mean by "sort of?"
Lovino shrugged. "Romain was going to blow up your house. He planted bombs under it, whenever you would be away, on business."
Francis raised his eyebrows in shock. "Romain?"
Lovino started crying. "I almost married him. He had this... Sick, and confusing idea that I was in love with him. I was going to tell you, when you got home, but he, well..."
"Where is he now?"
"The police are sending him to a hospital. I don't know what it's called, whatever he has, but I really don't care. I just want to go home."
"So, I suppose you wouldn't want to keep that drses, then?"
Lovino shook his head. "Donate it. I don't want to see it, ever again."
"Aw~! But you're so pretty, with that beautiful dress on!"
"Well, then..." He blushed. "You're gonna have to get me a dress, twice as beautiful as this one." He mumbled, though Francis could understand every word his said.
Francis smiled softly. "I am going to pay this man, and then we can go home. Okay?"
"Hey, Francis?"
"Hm?"
"Um... Why are people obsessed with having me?"
"Well, humans wants what they can't have, first of all. Though, I'm sure your golden eyes, and your beauty, has a lot to do with it, as well."
That made Lovino blush even harder. "You know, the thing, with the dress twice as beautiful... Actually, nevermind."
Francis chuckled. "I know." He leaned over, to give Lovino a kiss. "I missed you."
Lovino looked away. "I... Missed you too."
"Though, if I get a dress twice as beautiful as this one, than I'll have to get a ring that's twice as beautiful, as well."
"Wh-What?!" Francis walked away, to pay for the bounty. Lovino didn't know if he was serious, or not... But, he's hoping that Francis was serious.
He really does want to marry Francis, someday.
APHAPHAPH Damn. I don't really know about this ending. I might have something to follow this, rather it's within "American Slave," or a separate fic.
And seeing the polls, I guess the sequel to "Conquered" wins! Yay~! Unless someone votes for something else within my sleep.
For now, it's 4:15 in the morning. It's night-night time...