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It had been two hours since the four of you had gotten home, and boy were you happy to finally get some rest. Feliciano had quickly started cooking dinner while Antonio and you were setting up the mattress in the living room. By setting up, you meant putting the mattress lazily in the corner with three pillows and a blanket. Lovino on the other hand, was laying on the couch doing nothing.

"It's ready guys!" You heard Feliciano cheer as he brought out a four plates of pasta. The smell of fresh food wafted throughout the house, making your mouth water.

"Well it's about time!" Lovino said, getting off the couch and grabbing the plate from his brother's hands. You rolled your eyes as you watched Lovino sit right back down on the couch.

"Here's yours, fratello. And yours too, Toni. And the last one for you, _____." Feliciano said as he handed out the remaining plates of pasta. Taking the white plate, you walked to a nearby chair and started to take a bite. As it entered your mouth, you could taste the perfect amount of spices dance on your tongue.

"Feli, this is fantastic! It's a wonder your'e not a gourmet chef!" You exclaimed between bites. Maybe it wasn't so bad to have met them. If this was what kind of food they ate everyday, you wouldn't mind being with them for another week.

"Well I've cooked pasta lots and lots of times before." Feliciano responded, his smile sparkling with glee.

"Well, this is basically the only thing he cooks." You heard Lovino say from off to the side as he took another bite of his food. Rolling your eyes, you turned back to Feliciano.

"And you never get sick of cooking it?" You asked Feliciano. He shook his head as he took another bite.

"Nope, I don't think I ever would." He said happily, and you believed him. Something about him seemed to say he wasn't lying.

You looked back towards Lovino. "How about you?"

"If it has tomatoes in it, I don't really mind." He said, shoving another forkful in his mouth. You chuckled, and turned back toward Feliciano. When he was discussing on how to make it (in extreme detail), you were able to barely hear something unexpected.

"And maybe the fact that it's my stupido fratello's cooking might be too...just maybe." Lovino whispered quietly with food in his mouth, making you smile.

I heard that, you know. You thought, taking another bite of your food.

~~~

After a long while of eating, talking, arguing, and laughing, the four of you had finished dinner with full stomaches. Getting ready to go into the kitchen to do the dreaded dishes, you were stopped by Feliciano and Antonio who insisted that they were fine doing it by themselves. You were fine by that, and decided to finally do what you wanted to do all day. Take a nice long, hot shower.

"I'm going to wash up a bit." You said happily as you started down the hallway. Once you reached it and started closing the door however, you noticed that it had a broken lock just like all the other doors in this old house. You sighed and decided to just wrap a sturdy string around the knob and a towel rack, giving it some security. Hopefully no one would be able to get in. You slowly started stripping down, putting the clothes in a nearby clothes bin. You turned the shower knob and waited a few minutes before climbing in. When you did, you felt completely rejuvenated.

I'm so happy that I continued to pay all the bills for this place. Though I nearly got broke on several occasions, this is totally worth it. You thought, feeling the water run down your body. It was nice for the sweat of the past couple days to finally wash away into the drain.

For the next few minutes, you just stood in the shower with your eyes closed and relaxed. But as you opened your eyes and looked back at your hands, you noticed that one of them held small purplish-white circlish cuts. With a gasp, you looked closely at your hand, hoping it was just some debris. When you noticed it wasn't, you jumped back a bit and slipped, landing your butt on the wet floor.

"______ are you okay?!" You heard Lovino yell on the other side of the bathroom door. With a deep breath, you were able to muster up a quick excuse. After a while, you could hear Lovino groan and start to walk away.

"That fucking ragazza, making me worried. I can't believe it was just some fucking spider webs." You heard him mutter as his footsteps started back for the living room. What? It was the best excuse you could think of at the time.

Not bad _____, not bad. You thought with relief as you started to get up. When you looked back at your hand however, it was soon replaced with worry. ...I would say that, but now I'm back to reality. Just what is this?

After a while of deep thinking, you decided you would attempt to ignore it and try to shake it off. Maybe it was just some weird bug bite?

Quickly finishing your shower, you reached to the towel rack for a large towel. As you covered your body in the worn out fabric, you noticed that you had forgotten to grab your new clothes from upstairs.

Great, just great. You thought as you started to quietly creep out of the bathroom and up the stairs. To your luck, your two friends were still doing the dishes and not noticing a thing. But as you got closer and closer to the guestroom door, one question was still nagging you from the back of your mind. Where was Lovino?

You would soon get that answer as you fully opened the door. Inside was a changing Lovino, his body turned away from the door. It would had been considerably less awkward if he was wearing some sort of clothing; maybe a shirt, pants, even boxers would have been fine. But he wasn't. He was completely nude.

"Hey I'm changing, Feliciano! Get the fuck out!" You heard him grumble as he started to turn around. When he finally saw that it was you though, he widened his eyes and immediately slammed the door in your face. You could hear a string of loud Italian words from the inside of the room.

Wait, shouldn't I be the one overreacting?! You thought with confusion as you tried to get that image out of your head. But with your brain being such a dick, it made you remember ever detail as clear as day. It took forever of head shaking before you completely regained your composure.

When you finally remembered the reason why you even came up there in the first place, you took a deep breath and knocked on the door. There was a moment of silence before Lovino completely opened it. Luckily for you, he was wearing a shirt and some boxers.

"What do you want now?" He asked hesitantly, his face avoiding your gaze. It wasn't rocket science to tell that he was equally as embarrassed as you were.

"Well," You began to say, fixing the towel around your body. "I kind of need my clothes. To change into and stuff." You said, gesturing to your towel. When he looked towards you, he turned redder than he originally was (and it was pretty hard to beat since he just saw you see his "complete package'') and grabbed your wrist, pulling you in.

When you finally were standing inside the room, he quickly ran out and closed the door behind him.

What the-

"Well hurry up and fucking change then! I'll guard the door, so you better be thankful." He nagged, a weird tone to his voice. You were confused for a moment, then decided to shrug it off. Going towards the bag containing your clothes, you pulled out some underwear and a bra and slipped them right on. A pair dark jean shorts and a faded shirt soon followed.

"I'm finished changing." You said as you dried your hair in the towel, then proceeded to put it around your shoulders. Soon Lovino walked in, his face anything but happy. As the two of you just stood there for a bit until you decided to break the ice.

"Um, so how was your day?" You said until you smacked your head. Seriously, did I just ask that?

Surprisingly, he laughed. "Is that seriously what you just asked? After everything fucking thing that just happened today?" He said, mocking you.

"Hey, it's not a bad question! If you can't answer nicely, I'll just presume you enjoyed crossdressing, dear Lovina~" You teased, emphasizing the name. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Don't fucking call me that! You'll be as bad as that tomato bastard!" He barked, only making you want to tease him even more. But (with lots of will power) you decided to stop for now, for when he had just seemed to have loosen up. It was good enough for you.

"Fine, I'll stop...for now." You said as he rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of footsteps climb the stairs and walk towards the guest room.

"Ve! _____, I forgot to tell you that you and my fratello will both sleep in the same guest room." You heard Feliciano say, making Lovino widen your eyes. "Toni and I need to talk about something, so you two are the only ones left. I'm sure you'll be fine!" He said, and quickly left your sight. You sighed, and turned towards Lovino. With a deep breath, you started pinching his cheeks.

"Ow! What the fucking hell was that for?!" He exclaimed as you finally let go after a while. You rolled your eyes.

"I knew you were going to start complaining and all this crap, so I just stopped you beforehand." You said. He grunted and crossed his arms. "It'll be just a night or so, so just deal with it. I don't mind it, so neither should you."

He looked at you with skepticism. "You're fine with sleeping in the same room as me?"

You nodded. "Of course. I trust you." You said truthfully, making him surprised. "But if you try anything, you're ass is out of this room."

He looked at you with silence before giving you a nod. Soon the two of you were in separate beds, randomly peeling off the old wallpaper from the wall. You didn't mind it, since the whole thing was a flower bonanza. There was literally no place in the room that wasn't flower related. Carpet, curtains, desks, you name it.

"Why the hell did you pick this shitty place for a hideout? It's not exactly the greatest place to stay." He asked, continuing to peel of his side of his wall. You sighed, taking a large piece of and dropping it onto the floor.

"It was my late grandpa's house. He lived here most of his life, and decided to hand it over to me after he died."

His breath hitched. "Oh dammit. Um, about what I said-"

"It's fine," You interrupted. "He thought it was a pretty shitty place too. But it was the type of place that you could get attached to. A home away from away."

"Well that's one fucked up home." He grunted, making you nod in agreement.

"Heh, it kind of was. In a good way." You said, rubbing your eyes. A yawn was heard from him. "We should go to sleep now."

"Yeah, I need to get some fucking rest."

"Hey Lovino? I need to tell you something." You said as you got up and turned off the bedroom lights. As soon as you did, you jumped right back into bed.

"What is it?" He answered as he continued to change his body positions, trying to get comfortable. You managed to lay on your stomach and feel like you were on a cloud.

"Well, I saw you limping throughout the whole day today. You should stop being so stubborn and just use your crutches, or else I'll make Toni carry you for the meantime." You said, gesturing to the two large sticks near the closet.

"How'd you-?" He questioned, sitting up and facing you.

You chuckled, remembering the looks of the children who were asking their moms why that person was walking all weirdly, and how the moms responded with a messed up tale of zombies and princesses and all this other crap that even a two year old wouldn't believe. "It was...hard to miss."

He rolled his eyes, completely oblivious to the fact that you were replaying that whole scene in your head multiple times. "Hmph, fine. I'll use them tomorrow. Just go to sleep." He said as he laid back down on the bed, twisting and turning. He finally found a good spot after a minute or so.

"Well good night to you too, Lovi~" Once you heard the familiar disapproving grunt, you silently gave a small laugh and drifted off to sleep.

~~~

"Where are you bringing me, Grandpa?! We need to save Mommy and Daddy first!"

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but they wanted me to bring you to a special place first, okay? It's so you'll be safe and fine."

"But Grandpa, we need to save them! We can't leave them their with those bad guys!"

"_____..."

"I don't want to leave them, Grandpa! I want to go back! I want you to drive me back home! I won't leave them! I need to save them! I-"

"Just please be quiet, ______! This is what they wanted, so just accept their decision. J-just p-please...do what I say."

"....O-okay then Grandpa, I will. I will be tough so Mommy and Daddy will come back. I'll be good for them, so don't cry Grandpa."

"T-thank you, dear. You're such a strong girl, _____. Just like your parents. So now, I won't be worried anymore."

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.

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"It seems like we're here, _____. Please go on ahead to this house and knock on the door. Just tell them your name and you'll be fine. They'll be the ones taking care of you for now on, so you better behave."

"You're not coming with me?"

"...I'm sorry, I'll be helping your parents so I won't be able to."

"Oh. Will you be able to visit me then?"

"...I'll try to if I can. So just go on ahead."

"Okay then. I love you Grandpa, so tell Mommy and Daddy I love them too when you get to see them!"

"I will."

"See you soon, Grandpa!"

"...Goodbye, _____."

~~~

"_____! It's time to wake up!"

Quickly opening your eyes, you awoke to the sight of the curtains being whipped out to the sides of the window infront of you and sunlight entering your vision. You groaned, and immediately curled yourself in your bed sheets.With the perpetrator unsatisfied, you felt the sharp tug of the blanket leave your body, leaving you in the mercy of the bright light of death.

As you started to slowly peek open your eyes again, you were immediately blinded by the sun. "Ugh, it burns!" You exclaimed as you tried to look over to the person who was just asking for death. Standing over by the couch was a chuckling Lovino, rolling his eyes at your reaction.

"Have a good sleep, idiota?" He teased, his face filled with contentment. You stubbornly threw one of your pillows towards his face, but sadly missing its target.

With a grunt, you forced yourself to sit up and face the taunting culprit. "It was good sleep until it was rudely interrupted." You said, wiping your eyes. After a yawn, you looked out the window. "But, it was that dream this time..." You said to yourself as you sighed.

"_____? You okay?" Lovino asked, his face confused.

You looked back to him and shrugged. "Never mind, it's nothing."

"Um, are you sure? You looked like you-"

"Ve!!" A sudden scream from outside filled the house with a sense of alarm.

Immediately breaking off the conversation, you and Lovino ran right downstairs and outside to find a fainted Feliciano laying sprawled on the ground. Antonio was nowhere in sight.

"Shit!" Lovino exclaimed as he helped his brother sit up. You could only hear whimpers as his body was slowly moved up.

First you started looking everywhere on his head, just to make sure nothing seemed broken or damaged. From what you could tell, it seemed it was only just a large bump on his head. You sighed with relief, wiping a bead of sweat off your forehead. Thank goodness. If he was hurt any worse, I wouldn't be able to take care of it.

As the two of you moved his body to the house, you could hear mumbles and mutters. Laying him down on the couch, you quickly grabbed ice from the refrigerator and laid it on his head, hoping to keep down the swelling. It seemed he only fainted from the impact of the large object on his head. Hopefully it wasn't a terrible concussion.

"_____, something's going on." Lovino said, making you look questionably at him. "I think he's trying to say something."

You widened your eyes. "What? How can you even tell? He's knocked out."

"He's been repeating the same sounds for a while now. I think it's important." Looking over to the quiet brother's moving mouth, the two of you slowly started to piece each word together in your head. Once you were done, you instantly were alarmed. "The Man With The Scar On his Forehead" could be only one person.

And he sure wasn't any stranger.