So here are some more chapters from my AlaGio FF.

Both of them finally reach a safe place and have some time to talk to each other.

But be sure that there's more than chapter 9 although it might seem like the end already ;)

When Giotto woke up it took him a while to realize where he actually was. He was lying on a uncomfortable small bed and was covered with a thin and dirty blanket. His body was aching and he felt slightly numb. He smelled dust and dirt and his head hurt a bit. And yet he slowly got up and looked around, carefully stroking through his messy hair. He immediately felt that there was something weird about it and when he looked at his hand again he noticed it was black. Confused he kept looking at his hand when he heard a well-known voice.

"You're finally awake." Alaude said and approached closer through the half-light of the small cabin. He stopped next to Giotto and sat down next to him. Gently he took his hand.

"Don't worry. It's just coal. But I had to dye your hair. I didn't want anyone to recognize you." He explained and examined the Italian attentively. "How are you feeling?"

Giotto lowly sighed and looked around.

"I am fine. We're on a ship right?" he wondered since he was feeling the wavy movement.

Alaude nodded and let go of Giotto's hand.

"Yes, we're on our way to San Francisco in America. We'll probably arrive the day after tomorrow in the afternoon." Alaude got up again and went over to a small tablet which was standing on a small wooden table. He took it and brought it closer so Giotto noticed some bread, chesse and salt meat and some water.

"I'm sure you hungry. It's not much but at least it's something." The French said and left the tablet close to Giotto who at the same moment felt a pain in his stomach signalizing him how hungry he actually way.

"Thank you, Alaude." He mumbled and started to eat while his head started to work again. He wondered about many things, but he knew that there was only one man who was able to answer all these questions.

"Could you please tell me … how you actually brought me here? I can't remember anything. I only know that I fell asleep."

Alaude examined him thoughtfully and then slowly shook his head.

"Giotto, I'd prefer not to tell you any details about it. I think that'll be better. Please, trust me about that." He answered the man who just slowly nodded while eating. Probably Alaude was right. Since he had lost consciousness he didn't remember anything and maybe the truth would just frighten him.

"However you should probably know that I staged your death. Sawada Ieyasu is no longer. I hope you're not angry at me but I thought it would be the smoothest and safest way." The french went on, awaiting Giotto's reaction on this information. But the man stayed rather calm and just nodded while he was still eating hungrily.

"You're probably right." He said with a low voice and then looked at the other one again. "So we are going to stay in America?"

"Yes, but we won't stay in San Francisco for long. I want to keep on travelling to Boston. I do know some people there who are going to help us for sure." He explained Giotto and got up from the bed again in order to take a look out of the dirty and small window. "So you should better get a good rest until then."

"I'd prefer going outside later on. I'd love to get some fresh air." Giotto said. However he immediately noticed that he had probably asked something wrong since Alaude turned around quickly, giving him a rather dark look.

"No, Giotto. I am really sorry, but you cannot go outside as long as we are on the ship. No one knows you're actually here and I don't want this to change. You will have to wait until we arrive in San Francisco."

Giotto just nodded silently. These words frightened him a little bit. Not because Alaude seemed to be a little bit alarmed and stern, but rather because of the fact that he wasn't allowed to go outside. He had never felt well in narrow places and he already felt uneasy when taking a look around the small cabin. But then again Alaude was with him. The Italian sighed and slowly kept on eating. Everything would be good from now on. He was sure about it.