Erreur dans l'amour- GerSwi- Chapter 7 Part 2
Wait... Ludwig? What was he talking about? Vash looked at the Italian in confusion, causing him to break out into a victorious series of laughter.
"Are you confused, yet?" Feli walked over to the Swiss man and laid the scalpel on the bed sheets neatly made on the bed he lay on. He placed a bloody hand on Vash's face, forcing him to look him in the eyes. He flinched in response, his body trembled slightly, betraying the stern look placed in his emerald eyes," Perhaps I should inform you then... You see..."
The Italian picked up a strip of barbed wire and began laying it on Vash's fore arm. Slowly he dug the spike of the wire just beneath the Swiss' skin. Feli spoke once more after getting a few spikes eased in," Your precious lover," he spoke with venom lacing each word, coming out in a hoarse hiss," has kept a secret from you. We all have. "
"What the hell are you rambling on about!" Vash shouted, wincing as the steel was dug into his skin.
"He's created some special techniques that, over the years, have been perfected. I was interested in this practice myself so I figured I would try them out myself." Feli smiled happily and ripped the strip of barbed wire out of Vash's arm. The skin around the wound was torn up and bleeding severely, dripping onto the once clean white sheets.
"I- I don't believe you." Vash held back a cry from the pain and closed his eyes, trying not to look. He felt more barbed wire being dug into his arm and recklessly ripped out of his flesh, trying not to look as he knew his arm was being mutilated. His wrists were still chained together, allowing reckless ripped barbed wire to slap his other arm, ripping up the skin.
"Vash, I only speak the truth." Feliciano hissed happily, his actions betraying the innocent smile he bestowed upon Vash. The Italian slowly crept onto the bed, chuckling to himself. Vash opened his eyes slowly as he felt the weight on the bed shift. He lifted his one good leg and kicked Feli in the chest, though it didn't do any damage to him. He grabbed Vash's leg and sighed," If you continue to kick, your leg is going to become a hassle, we wouldn't want anything happening to it would we?"
Vash tried to kick again. But the Italian held his leg down, picked up the scalpel at the edge of the bed and made a small incision on the Achilles tendon. It didn't hurt as bad as the Swiss man thought it would, but when he tried to kick again, his foot hung limply on his leg, he was incapable of controlling it. He looked up towards the ceiling, closing his eyes almost in a silent plea of mercy. Vash found it hard to believe the Italian, the fact that Ludwig would create such horrific techniques of torture, finally he was able to speak again, looking back down" Why would he do something like that!"
Feli situated himself on Vash's abdomen, his legs on either side of the struggling Swiss man's stomach. Vash found this uncontrollably uncomfortable as he felt the weight of the younger man push against him. His sides were already bruised as it was. He wiggled a bit, wanting to get away, but Feli just laughed, running his hands down Vash's chest and to the bottom hem of his shirt. He pulled out a sharp military knife, an Eickhorn KM-3000 to be exact, from inside his military jacket. The knife seemed all too familiar to Vash and his mouth gaped open a bit. Feli smiled, seeing Vash eye the knife," Do you recognize this? I wouldn't be surprised. It's one of Ludwig's latest military knife designs. Shall we test it out?"
Feliciano tore Vash's shirt, running the knife through the tender cloth faster than intended, almost slicing up into Vash's face. He turned his face to the side; a drop of blood splattered his cheek. His bounded hands were chained up the head of the bed above him, his arm was covered in bright red blood, bit of flesh and skin dangled over Vash's face as gravity called his own blood down. He trembled and closed his eyes, not wanting to see more, he couldn't take the pain much longer. He felt something cold and long run its length down his stomach, which he guessed was the knife. With an evil smirk, Feliciano dug the tip of the knife into Vash's stomach; he carved carefully, with much precision, causing the pain to be drawn out longer. In a small attempt to get the knife out, he sucked his stomach in, but this only caused the Italian to dig in deeper. Small beads of blood formed at the entrance of the cut.
It lasted for what seemed like forever, perhaps an hour had gone by until Feliciano was finished carving whatever it was into Vash's stomach. Vash had been holding in a cry of pain and stubbornly kept his eyes shut, refusing to view what the Italian insisted on doing to his body. Suddenly a hand grasped Vash by the hair, pulling him up to look at the carving, the Italian's voice cracked as he spoke," This is why these methods were created. This is why I have chosen my first test subject as you and your sister. You're…"
"I- Imperfect…" Vash managed to whisper, he had opened his eyes, in too much pain to keep them shut. Vash gritted his teeth as his head was thrown back onto the bed; his glance at the word 'IMPERFECT' carved into his own stomach had made him angry. What right did this psychotic Italian have as to call HIM imperfect!
"So… You mean to tell me, my sister died just to tell me I'm imperfect!" Vash growled, he was in so much pain it almost came out in a barely audible whisper, but it was still filled with much malice. Vash coughed up some blood as Feliciano punched his stomach.
"Shut up! You're in no position to talk!" Feli took the knife and dug it into the spot where the letters 'IM' were placed, making a clean 'X' mark in its spot. Feli shouted in outrage," No, damn it! You're perfect! You're body; your clean mind, how innocent you can look when you've done so much! It's not fair…"
Feli dug his nails into one of Vash's wounds, digging in harder as he spoke," You need to die and leave me and Ludwig alone! We were happy before you came along! And we will be more than happy once you've gone!"
Vash choked, gasping as the breath was knocked out of him every time Feli smashed into his stomach. He pulled on his restraints, wanting to get away, tears streaked down his face, he was confused, he didn't truly understand why this was happening to him, and Feliciano kept contradicting himself. Though everything was centered around Ludwig, he didn't know if what Feli was saying was true. Would Ludwig really care if I died? No… Probably not, if he was creating torture methods for those that are 'imperfect'. Shit... I'm so confused.
For once he felt he really needed the German by him at that moment, but at the same time bile rose in his throat; were Ludwig and him together, really, the cause of Lily's death? If so he didn't want to be a part of anything like that. He couldn't help but mutter softly," But… I love him…"
Feli glared at Vash, wishing he would just shut up as he ran his nails down Vash's stomach, this was no longer a planned, well executed torture; it was mutilation. He wanted Vash to go through heartbreaking agony, he shouted at the abused blonde beneath him," Just shut up and die already! You don't deserve his love, none of it! Just leave us alone!"
"Who are you to tell us anything! It's me and him! Not you! Why are you doing this to me!" Vash cried out in one breath, his breathing becoming ragged and his sight faltering as he tried to stare up at the ceiling, he was trying so hard to comprehend the Italians decisions, but none of them made sense.
"Because, Vash! Don't you get it?" Feli paused, he was crying himself, out of rage or sorrow, Vash couldn't tell, nor did he care; his stomach was on fire, the carvings still painfully visible with bloody hand prints covering his chest along with scratches, bringing up small beads of blood. Feli almost whimpered, seeming his usual self for a split second," I. I was here first..!"
Vash could feel his blood begin to roll down his sides as it began to puddle on his stomach. After Feli was finished having a meltdown on his body, he got off. The sound of a door opening and closing could be heard in the distance as Vash lay in the bed in a daze.
There was silence in the room for several minutes, or so it seemed as Vash laid on the bed, his body mutilated and his feelings and thoughts torn in his mind. His arms, as numb as they were, were still capable of moving as he attempted to untie himself from the bed. The cuts stung as he moved, cold air hitting the bleeding flesh as he diligently moved around. The smell of blood and death filled his nose and he wanted to puke, he needed to get out. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed help.
Ludwig stood in the shed, looking over some blueprints of the latest weapon he had been designing for the army. Different metals and bolts were scattered around the desk in the center, though the place still managed to stay in good condition (Probably from Vash's good cleaning skills). He found it hard to focus on his work though, it had been 3 days since Vash had gone home and not a single phone call or checkup had been announced by the short tempered Swiss man. He scratched his head, trying to forget about it, the Swiss man was probably just taking a well wanted break.
He slammed his pencil on the desk and walked into the house, something was wrong, he couldn't place what, but he could just sense it. He picked up the phone and dialed up Vash's number.
Feliciano jumped at the sound of the phone ringing. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should risk answering it. He carried the cordless phone down to the basement and placed a hand on Vash's stomach, jolting him from his daze," The phone is ringing. I want you to answer it, but if you even so much as mention anything pertaining to your situation now, I WILL cut you down where you lay, and it WILL be painful."
Before Vash could protest, the phone was answered and shoved next to Vash's ear. Vash tried to situate himself better as he spoke," H- Hello? Z- Zwingli Res- idence."
"Vash? It's Ludwig…" The voice through the phone made Vash jump, he wanted to be with him so bad right now, but then, Feli's words crept into his mind. He shook his head, that bastard… The voice continued to speak," Hey, are you alright?"
"O- Of course! Why wouldn't I be alright?" Vash sounded unsure of himself, his gaze flickering to his wounded body to the crazy Italian watching him as an eagle would its prey. Vash winced at the glare.
"You haven't tried to contact me in 3 days. I was worried about you, is all." Ludwig voiced his worries for the young blonde through the phone. To Vash though, they sounded almost mocking, mocking his pain as though Ludwig had no idea what was going on.
"I'm fine! Don't worry about me!" Vash spat, out of anger or fear of Ludwig being hurt, not even Vash could make out. Vash felt Feli's fingers dig into his wounds and he gasped, choking as he spoke," I- I have- Have to go now."
"Ok… Ich Liebe Dich." The German spoke through the phone softly as he was about to hang up. He was waiting for Vash's usual response, but it came out choppy.
"I-" Vash was cut off as Feliciano pulled the phone back and hung up on Ludwig, he didn't want to hear Ludwig and Vash exchange any sentiments with each other ever again, the thought made him want to hurl. The Italian chuckled in a high pitched voice as he gazed at the Blonde man lying miserably on the red sheets; his younger sister's body still lying in the corner of the room. Feliciano pulled out the knife from before and licked at some of the blood, not quite dried yet.
"Well, since you're up, let's play some more." Feli smiled happily and stepped closer to the Swiss man.
Ludwig pulled the phone away from his ear after the connection dropped. He stared at the phone for several moments, upset by the conversation he held with the young blonde. He finally set the phone down and took a deep breath, something was wrong. Vash normally spoke sweet words when they called from each other's houses. Considering the only other person that lived with Vash was Lily. He picked up the keys to his car and looked around," Hey, Gilbert! I'm leaving."
"You're taking me with you then!" Gilbert said excitedly, jumping up from the couch.
"But I'm just going to Vash's house, and he doesn't like you." Ludwig explained to his brother.
"Oh come on, West! I hardly ever get out of the house, I won't be a burden! I promise by the awesomeness invested in me!" Prussia pleaded; he was bored out of his mind and had nothing better to do.
"Fine…" Ludwig sighed," At least put on some decent clothes, Gil."
"Ok, ok." Gilbert said, and went to go change into more out-of-the-house-clothes. Moments later he ran out and jumped into the driver's seat of the car," Come on! Let's go!"
"I'm driving…" Ludwig announced, opening the car door and forcing Gilbert to scoot over to the passenger's seat.
"Well then." Gilbert sighed, upset and looked out the window.