Masked Hero (Request)

 

She shivered as she pulled upon her upper layer, doing everything to shake the feeling of being watched. Yes, you heard that right. It wasn’t because she was cold, despite it being nightfall. It was to try and shake the fire feeling of being watched.

 

And the only reason why she was doing so was because her friend went and ditched her at the restaurant. Sometimes, that woman was insane. She grilled her earlier for being so…losable, but it turns out, she just ran off. How could she do that?! We were in Turkey for Christ sake!

 

Her thoughts scattered when she started hearing footsteps from behind her. With a pit growing inside her stomach, she decided it would be best to speed up her pace instead of get caught by whatever creeper may be out this time at night.

 

She strained my ears to hear something, only to hear that the footsteps had sped up with her. The pit grew wider, engulfing my body into full on fear as she sped up into a run. She didn’t really know where she was going, but she didn’t care.  She just wanted to get away.

 

She turned once, only to come face to face with a brick wall. Stoned walls covered either side, creating a small tunnel in which she trapped herself in. She turned around slowly as the footsteps which came behind her slowed to a stop. She saw three men, all taller than her, and 2 of them had the stance of drunken men. The two drunken men were close while the other was further away.

 

“What do you want,” she asked, pulling on her upper layer tighter, “If you’re here to rob me don’t bother. I left it where I’m staying.” One of the drunken men shook his head as chuckles irradiated from him and his other drunken partner. The seemingly sober one grew closer.

 

“It’s the middle of the night, we got rejected by a few whores and you think all we want is money,” the one slurred, taking a shaky step closer and using his hand to grab her arm and pull her closer. “Nah. That’s definitely not what we want.”

 

“Stay away from me,” she screamed, squirming against his grip, trying anything to get away from what would be coming.

 

“What are you going to do about it,” the man spoke up again, growing closer until his lips were pressed against hers. She shuttered in disgust as she could taste alcohol upon his lips. Tears started forming as the kiss grew harder, full of passion.

 

Till his head was shoved into the wall next to him, causing him to let her go as he crumpled into a heap.

 

She backed away slowly, as she watched the other drunken man stumble slightly before looking upon the eyes of the attacker. His eyes widened, the new figure’s back to her as he took one step forward. The unconscious man’s ally, taking it as an attempt in attack, stumbled over his own two feet before dashing as quickly as he could down the alley way.

 

Leaving her and her hero alone.

 

“Are you alright,” he asked, the mask placed upon his face covered his eyes with darkness yet there was still a shine of concern in them and…perhaps something else. “I’ve told them before not to mess with tourists.”

 

“Woah, woah, wait, how did you know I was a tourist?” she asked. He let out a simple chuckle.

 

“Tourists are the only ones who run into a dead alley when being chased by someone they don’t know,” he replied, a smirk still firm upon his lips, “You know…Someone like you shouldn’t be alone. Would you like a tour guide?” She shook her head.

 

“Nah, I have a friend.”

 

“Some friend,” he commented before he gestured. She tipped her head slightly, a bit confused. He shook his head in slight disappointment.

 

“Can’t I at least walk you to your hotel?” he asked. She nodded, going next to him and beginning to their destination. It was awkward for a bit. She didn’t really know how to thank him. She also didn’t know if she should completely trust him, even though he saved her life. She opened her mouth to ask him something when he bet her to it.

 

“So, what are you doing here?” he asked, his head turning to look at her. She was a bit surprised at the question. She didn’t know how to respond.

 

“I-I’m not really sure,” she said, with a slight shrug, “I guess I’ve always been a bit interested in this country over all the others.” He nodded.

 

“That’s nice,” he chuckled before catching someone, wrenching something out of his hands and shoving him away. He turned back to her with her wallet in his hand. “The only bad thing is that there are a few pickpockets and they don’t know right from wrong.”

 

“That was amazing,” she gasped, “How’d you catch him? I didn’t even know he did that!”

 

“Practice,” he chuckled, turning slightly as the familiar building of her hotel came into view. “I have another question for you.”

 

“Shoot.”

 

“Would you like a tour guide?” he asked, turning to fully see her face. “Or perhaps a body guard?” She tapped her fingers against her cheek, contemplating whether this would be a good or bad idea.

 

“How can I trust you?” she asked, wanting a good reason to trust him. He nodded slightly.

 

“Well, lets say this,” he puts his head into his hand, only for it to come back up with no mask. Good gosh he was handsome. His skin was tanned perfectly, the smirk which appeared made it even better. His eyes shinned amazingly. A slight finger snap woke her from her day dream.

“Hey, You ok there,” he asked. She shook her head slightly.

 

“W-what?” she asked, her brain still in the dream state. He let out a chuckle.

 

“I said, I normally don’t take off my mask,” he said softly, “not unless it’s for someone important.” She chuckled slightly.

 

“You think I’m important?” she asked. He nodded.

 

“I wouldn’t be going into so much trouble for you if I didn’t,” he stated, his gaze going off somewhere, “Would I?” She felt heat flowed to her cheeks before nodding with a soft nervous giggle. Her hands started messing with each other.

 

“N-no..No you wouldn’t..Um..”

 

“Sadiq, Sadiq Adnan, ma’am,” he said happily with a nod before his masked hand gently placed the item back onto his face, concealing his eyes once again. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” He shot her a smile. “Bright and early.”

 

“I’ll hold you to that,” she called. He chuckled with a nod before he turned around and walked away, down the opposite way they came. She watched as darkness slowly replaced the area that the man had recently occupied.

 

 

 

“Oooh, he looked handsome,” her friend giggled as she caught up to her, “What’s his name?” The woman rolled her eyes at her friend.

 

“Sadiq,” she replied as she opened the door and they traveled inside.

 

“How’d you meet him?” her friend asked, almost stumbling as they walked to their room.

 

“He saved me from some drunken men,” she called, opening the door to their room. Her friend giggled even more as she walked over to her bed and sat upon the covers.

 

“So he’s your hero?” She retorted happily, “Did you give him your name?” Shit, she thought as she cringed slightly. She felt her face sour as if she were a kid about to be beaten. “You didn’t,” her friend gasped, “You better hope he’s coming back!”

 

She shook her head slowly, which put her friend into a panic state. As her friend started babbling about how stupid she was and how she was never going to get this chance to meet a guy like him again, she just smiled. Now, all she had to do, was leave the hotel without her knowing.

 

 

 

And boy, she couldn’t wait!

 

 

 

 

 

(I’VE F-ED UP!!!! I’m really sorry TT.TT. I hope this didn’t come out to bad for you…I believe I’ve messed this up…Big time. I’m sorry if I messed up your character….I’m Sorry!)

Taking Requests!

Hey guys,  Soul Stealer's Care Taker or, how you guys know me as, Crazy4Cartoons. I have already done this for one of the other sites I'm posting these stories on so I decided only to be fair and allow you guys to do requests. Plus...I've ran out of ideas for these.

There are a few things you need to tell me though:



1. Which character you/your OC's with/fall's in love with


2. A description of you/your OC.


3. The situation that happens through out the one-shot.




Thanks guys! Have a good life and stay as you are!

Chernobyl Child: Ukraine

 

She wasn't always this...'blonde'. Actually she was one of the biggest brains within the Soviet Union. She loved nature and was actually one of the only things about herself that stayed the same. Before, she had no chest, which seems to be a big thing that the guys 'like' about her now.

 

She was brave, was willing to protect her siblings and her people. She wore dresses & greatly agreed to help her sister do the same. Her hair was even a darker shade then what it was. Everything about her was completely different than what it was.

 

It took but a second for everything to change.

 

She wasn't the only one changed either, this one event rattled her little brother and sister, scattering their brains and bodies to something unlike what they used to be. She still wouldn't exchange them for anything in the world, but she did miss the old days.

 

There's no way that she could go back to those times. In fact, there was no way that she could act like she used to. Maybe that's the reason why se felt used by anyone and everyone who she didn't know. All these people were either focused on were either her chest or her life changing event.

 

She wish that she could find that one man that would treat her like she should be.

 

The Secret Treasure.

 

 

The kind heart.

 

 

 

 

The hero.

 

 

 

 

 

The cure for the Chernobyl Crisis.

 

 

 

Today was the day. The anniversary of the devastating day that had happened so many years ago. Like her sister, she remembers what had happened as if it were yesterday.

 

 

~

Nothing looked out of the ordinary as she walked around the reactor, examining the work as well as the structure supposedly solid. She let out a kind smile as she passed a few people, their smiles beaming widely as they continued to their destination. The nature all around the area gave her a bright feeling that day, as if nothing could go wrong.

 

Yet, destiny had other plans.

 

She turned her head around as the sounds and any forms of working items whirred to a halt. This wasn't right. This wasn't suppose to happen. What the hell was going on?

 

She turned her head around and started walking again, right before the reactor she was in exploded, causing debris and chemicals to scatter everywhere. She used her arms to cover her eyes and mouth, trying desperately to prevent from inhaling those deadly items.

 

She felt her eyes tear up, even when they were closed, due to the burning effect of the chemicals. It wasn't the only thing that burned though. She could feel her lungs burn as if a fire had started upon them, growing bigger and bigger with each breath and pushing her to cough. Her shoulders heaved as she coughed, a bright red liquid erupting past her lips.

 

The sound of crumbling cement fell upon her ears, causing her to turn her head up in time to watch as the taller portion of the reactor fell upon her.

 

She never remembered how long she was under there, but she did remember multiple bloody coughs, covering her clothing, staining it and her skin the demon color. She heard movement, causing her to weakly look to where the being was. It was covered with a gas mask, giving the being behind it a wicked look.

 

That's when she saw the violet eyes.

 

It was her younger brother, trying to pull the debris away and pull her out of the cursed place. She was enveloped into his arms, warming her up slightly. She could see tears deeply within his eyes. She used one hand, blood staining a few fingers, as she pressed them against the plastic where his eyes were. She only was able to mutter 'You' before darkness enveloped her.

~

 

 

After that, she woke up in the hospital, completely changed. Nothing the same. Not even her siblings seemed the same. She sighed sadly. Every year, all this date brought was bad memories.

 

She shifted slightly as she grabbed a few items she needed for work. This was the only thing, other than hanging out with her little sister, that would keep her from thinking about that day. Maybe this time next year she'll find something new.

 

Katyusha sniffed slightly as her shaking hands tried desperately to tag the small shaken animal within her arms. She hated doing this wherever she found the animals, for this was found within the most dangerous part known in all of her country. Plus, she hated hurting animals just to make sure they were hers.

 

A snap from a twig made her jump, releasing the animal even through the tag was bound to come off within a few miles. She turned around greatly, her eyes trying to look at the figure in which made the sound. She heard another twig snap.

 

Right behind her.

 

In utter fear, she quickly grabbed her shovel upon the ground and swung, hearing a ringing clang as the metal end hit something. The sounds of a yelp and slight cursing hit her ears, pushing her to pry her eyes open.

 

Only to gasp.

 

There was a man, no taller than herself, sprawled among the foliage. His hair was dark and quite uniquely done. His eyes were slowly opening, revealing a dark gray color. He pulled his hand away from his head, revealing the famous crimson liquid.

 

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," Katyusha cried as she went to him, pulling some wraps out of her overall pocket and start wrapping his wound, "I-it's just....I-I get nervous...a-and I just-" His chuckle broke her thought.

 

"Don't worry about it," he stated calmly, "I've gotten worse than that." He got up slowly, growing closer to her. Katyusha felt her cheeks heat up a little as she gazed at the man. I mean, it wasn't like he was a God, but he wasn't even the definition of normal.

 

"Excuse me, ma'am," the man asked, breaking her from her notes, "What's you're name?"

 

"Um, uh, Katyusha, Katyusha Braginskaya," she stated, gently putting on a smile, "W-what's yours, um..."

 

"Marek, Marek Dvoracek," he said smiling back as he shook her hand, "If you don't mind, I would like to paint a portrait of you. I was just here exploring the area...plus my sister's suppose to be meeting someone. I'm trying to find something absolutely beautiful to paint and I think I've found it. Do you mind coming to my place when you're ready?"

 

Katyusha felt herself blush. This man, whom she had just met, had basically called her beautiful. Now how can anyone pass that up?

 

"A-alright," she said, wringing her hands slightly, "B-but how do I contact you?"

 

"Ah," he called, digging in his pants pockets before turning to his coat pockets, pulling out a single little card, "Here, my phone numbers right there. Well, I got to go. Till your ready?" Katyusha felt herself nod.

 

"Yes, of course Marek. Till then."

 

She grew a little worried when she entered upon the building. It didn't look as she expected for a building that held an art studio. In fact, it looked more of a place where escaped convicts would go. She grew closer to the door, sighing when she saw a buzzer within it's wall. She quickly pressed the three digit number of the man's apartment.

 

"Hello," the familiar voice called, "Who is it?"

 

"Marek," she called back slightly fidgeting, her arms pulling her tube top down, "It's me."

 

"Katy! C-come on up," the buzzer followed, allowing the woman to open the door and walk inside. The inside was quite a bit better than the outside portrayed as she found herself going towards the steps leading up to the higher levels.

 

Her eyes widened when she finally got onto the final level. Thousands of portraits line the walls and they weren't all appropriate. She felt her heart fall as she compared all of those bodies with her own. She turned her head as the only door opened and he showed up, a artist beret upon his head.

 

A smile upon his face.

 

"Hello, Katyusha," he cooed before holding out a hand to her. She smiled slightly before taking the open hand, being pulled into the place. It was an amazing place, if it weren't for only being one room. Against the left side of the room was a couch, with  a microwave upon a mini-fridge at the end of it, while the right was the whole studio itself.

 

He released his grip upon her hand and moved over to grab a stool. Before even thinking of placing it anywhere, he used his free hand to pull down a stain free white background. He placed the stool down right in the center before turning to her.

 

"Come and sit here would you," he asked, followed with her walking over and sitting upon the wooden object.

 

"W-what will you be painting of me," she asked, nervously.

 

"Depends," he said, getting his paints upon his pastel and brushes out, "What would you like me to paint?"

 

"I-I don't know," she said worriedly, looking down onto her body, "I-is there something you like to paint?"

 

"Well," he chuckled softly, "If you can smile like you did when we first met and held it for a bit, I'll love to draw that."

 

"O-oh," Katyusha stuttered surprisingly, "I was kind of expecting-"

 

"A bare picture," he finished, letting out a chuckle afterwards, "Nah, that wasn't the first thing I saw that was beautiful. Plus the one's lining the walls are people who paid me almost thousands and weren't pretty people to look at." Katyusha giggled because of his reply, making Marek hold up his hands as if he were a movie director and smile.

 

"That's it, hold that," he exclaimed as he picked his items up and begins his masterpiece.

 

~A WHILE LATER~

 

"Marek, are you done," Katyusha asking, eyes still closed while her cheeks ached from holding her expression.

 

"Almost there...aaaaannnnddddd done," he stated, the sound of the items being placed upon an item before he grew closer and whispered, "Open your eyes." Katyusha slowly peeled open her eyes, only to stare at an almost reflection like picture of her. With flowers behind her and dressed upon her shoulder.

 

She looked...unbelievable.

 

"W-wha, that can't be me," she stated, her eyes darting away. Marek turned his painting to overlook it before placing it down and growing closer.

 

"Now why do you say that," he asked, tipping his head slightly, his black hair messing up.

 

"I-I'm a radioactive child," she replied, keeping her gaze away from his, "I could never look like that." Marek let out a saddened sighed before using one hand to turn her head to his.

 

"I'm an artist. I only paint what I see," he said, moving said hand further until his palm rests upon her check, "And I see a beautiful woman ,not a tragic child and if you can't see it through art..." He wrapped his arms around her suddenly, pulling her into her chest.

 

"Then maybe a date's in order," he stated. Katyusha couldn't believe it, her eyes started watering up as happiness filled her. Her arms wrapped around  his back as her face turned into his chest. "Would you like that," he asked. Katy felt herself nod quickly, tears continuing to fall before turning her face up to look at him. Her small smile appeared upon her lips.

 

"I'd love that," she said, sniffing slightly. It finally happened. She had found it.

 

 

 

The secret treasure.

 

 

 

 

 

The kind heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The hero.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Cure for the Chernobyl crises.

Beetlejuice OC Theme songs/more info

Alright, the first one I have is Vidia's theme which is Come Little Children by Erutan. The reason why she has this one over any other I've come across is because she is labeled as a witch in her school. Part of this is due to a superstition that whenever she is caught singing this song, a child disappears. It's only a coincidence.

 

The fact that her parents keep arguing between each other every other day, her thin room walls unable to keep the threatening words of her father. She knew what they were doing behind her back, but they seemed so fine in front of her face. This factor, drug her to want to find a haven, a safe place where the real world couldn't reach her.

 

When Beatrice first heard her sing the song, she applauded her. Vidia then explained why she sang that song, only to have Beatrice encourage her in a totally different way. Now, she sings all the time and it's more than just that song.

 

 

I haven't even brought these two up in ANYTHING else I have. This is Scream and Shriek, the twins of the Juice family. Shriek is the one who looks a bit more like Beetlejuice while Scream is the one who looks like Black Widow. This duo pull tricks and pranks on everyone, from simple to drastic.

 

Like their mother they have a second pair of arms, but only one pair of legs. The reason why this song is their theme song is because of two things. One, their mother has given them the nickname Mommy's Little Monsters over the fact that they make a mess out of everything everywhere they go. Second, out of all beings that they play pranks on, the living ones are the funniest! They do multiple things like crawling between the walls, shuffling down the halls, and appearing outside the window covered in this crimson color liquid.

 

Basically, they make everyone's life a living hell. They try a little to hard to be like their older sister in the pranking idea, just that they take it a bit to far. They've met Vidia on multiple occasions and actually treat her like Beatrice, very nice and playful. Her parents, on the other hand, get the butt of the jokes, just like Lydia's parents did with Beetlejuice.

 

(They may look different between a few pictures I do, they never seem to brush/style their hair, so it's never the same anyways.)

 

 

 

There is no other song as fitting as the Beetlejuice Theme DUBSTEP! Being the next Juice in line to take on her father's old job of a bio-exorcise, it just feels right. Beatrice, even though she's been in the Neitherworld till Vidia called her, is actually very up to date upon everything that's been going on in the living world.

 

The music is probably one of the things she likes best about the inventions about the living. Dubstep and remixes are her favorite kind. She would love to sing but, due to her 'tongue', it's very difficult for her to sing. She is full of new techniques that not even her dad knows of.

 

She is very unique when it comes to her job, actually, her past-time gig. She actually has a job at the Neitherworld Shocking Mall, which includes working on holidays, which Beatrice despises the most.

 

More than likely more info on her later.

 

 

Say hello to DJ LeLean. Son of Jacque and Rosetta, elder brother of Rose, this young skeleton is neither French (dad) nor Mexican (mother). In fact, DJ has a Brooklyn accent and is very much into music and gaming.

 

He is very timid around people he doesn't know. He's actually considered a 'dweeb' within his High S-Ghoul class. His only friends he has ever seemed to gain was the Juice kids. I mean, when you live in the same building it's not like you can just ignore each other. He has taken quite the liking onto Beatrice, being cleaner than her father but still a bit...dirty.

 

That's his little tick coming from his mother's side of the family. While his father is a freak with exercise, Rose's preciseness with art, and his mother's particular with dancing; DJ is a freak about cleanliness.  Cave in is probably the main song in which describes DJ the most.

 

The fact that no one knows what he can do or what he'll be doing.

 

 

Last one for this blog. This is Black Widow, or Belle. Her parents are the highest of high within both the neither and living world, meaning that she was held to the highest of high expectations. A trophy daughter. The perfect daughter.

 

She's very kind, loving, and very particular with simple deeds. She only wear dresses and expensive jewelry, for they are one of the few items which supplies her with the ability to have free range of both pairs of arms.

 

This song fits her because of one reason. Ever since she was little she was pressured to be with people of the same higher standard,  yet, they were much more uptight than any other men. This when she felt the dying need to escape, to have some fun.

 

Her only true friend was her skeleton servant Rosetta, who was brought to her home and raised up ever since they were both little. After years and years of pressure, she was about to give in to her parents pushing, when she ran into a certain Ghost-with-the-most. Before then, she always wanted someone who loved her for who she was, not for her money.

 

At first, Beetlejuice didn't seem much different, until he called her by one name. Belle, her human name. This was the thing to prove that he truly cared about her.

Devil vs Angel (Random Halloween)

(Oliver is probably my favorite second player. Vlad is my second. So, more than likely, you'll see a lot of random stuff dealing with them.)

 

 

 

-Yawns slightly as I rub my eyes before pulling my blanket further upon my body and moving slightly to try and fall asleep on the couch-

 

 

Ol:-smirks before jumping up behind me and screaming-

ROAR!!!!

 

MOTHER TRUCKER!!.-falls off of the couch and onto the ground, moving slightly after the blanket falls into my view- OLIVER!!!!

 

Ol:-snickers- That's my name poppet! Don't wear it out!

 

Why'd you do that?! I was almost asleep!

 

Ol: I have a question for you....

Does this outfit make me look fat?

 

....your asking me....

 

Ol:Yes...

Cause you tell the truth!

 

Your asking the fatter one of us all, if you look fat?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!??!

 

Ol:I'm sorry! Don't kill me!

 

Vl:She's not the one you should be worried about killing you..

 

AAH! WTH VLAD!?! WHAT HAPPENED?!?!

 

Vl:Why don't you ask the little Demon himself? He was the one who caused this.

 

Oliver!

 

Ol:I'm a Halloween freak alright?! So I did a little spell to make my 'costume' the best....Vlad also got me angry and I wanted to pay him back.

 

 

Vl: Well, you've had your pay back, now change me back.

 

Ol:You sir...

-Are no fun!

 

Vl:You...Are changing me back now

 

-Or there'll be a blood stain where your standing right now.

 

Now Vlad....you've gotta say you now have one of the best costumes ever!

 

Ol:See! Even CDL agrees with me! I mean-

 

You cant get effects like these at any old Halloween store!

 

Vl: Yeah, but I'm not to big on Halloween.

 

Either you are coming with me and Oliver or your staying at my home...with my parents....answering the door....to all sorts of random strangers kids~.

 

Vl:....I guess I'll try to enjoy it.

 

Good...now you two are going to help me find a costume!

 

VlOl:

WHAT?!?

 

 

Yep. Now, let's go!

 

Ol:Heh, I dunno if I want to now...mall's filled with people....

 

Vl:Not much of a people person are you?

 

Ol:I'm more than you are!

 

Vl: At least I'm not self conscious about my completion!!

 

Ol:At least I don't take 35 days away from my life every day due to the amount of cigarettes I smoke!!!

 

Vl:-eyes turning a blinding white- COME HERE YOU LITTLE-!!!!!

 

Ol:AAAH!!!-starts running away Vlad following-CD!!!

 

Oh good God!! Would you two stop!?! -grabs both of their collars in different hands before separating them-

 

Vl: LET ME GO!!! LET ME AT HIM!!!

 

Ol:AAAAH!!! DONT LET HIM HURT ME!!!!

 

I said stop!-pulls their heads together causing a clonk to be heard- You two may be completely opposite now....hell you're even like then when you didn't have the Halloween theme...but if you two keep up this blood thirsty fighting I will kick you both out of my house and on your own. Do you hear me?!

 

VlOl:

Yes...

 

 

Alright...now let's go find me a costume.

 

The Knife Welder

He was considered the ruler of the group, the head of the body, the commander. Unlike his counterpart, he was fearless, blood thirsty, so god damned crazy that not even the German or the Japanese man he knew would argue against him. He was the mafia…no, IS the mafia.

 

People were still scared of that fact till this very day. Most of the time this would put smile upon his face, even if it was a sadistic crazed one. Now, though, it only made him depressed. Why, you ask?  Cause everyone, everywhere, were getting over the mafia.

 

His friends and family haven’t gotten over it and gone against him yet, but everyone else seemed to. The American, the Russian, even the easily terrified colorful English man were starting to retaliate against him. He couldn’t understand why, for if it weren’t for him…

 

They’d all be dead.

 

The least those cannibalistic, nut balls could give him was their respect. If it weren’t for the Italian, every single one of them would be hung, executed, or shot for the crimes they’ve done. He was surprised that half of them weren’t dead yet, even here, for what they’ve done.

 

Yet, no one else could see what he’s done. Because of this, he kept on rethinking on the chance of suicide. Anything to get away from the nightmare he created, which was once a dream.

 

Anything….

 

 

To get away..

 

 

 

From the memories.

He groaned as his eye lids fluttered open to reveal bright, white lights. This was already the 4^th time this week! Never in his life had he gone to the hospital so many times within a short time period. Then again, stealing that broad who used to be the best of nurses away from the Russian was an all-around bad idea.

 

A sigh escaped his chest as he turned his head to find the window, a portal reminding him of which world he truly was in. Dark clouds littered the sky, a storm more than likely happening outside, miles away. The whether a reflection of how he felt.

 

A light hit to his right arm, caused his attention to snap to the side. He was met with the smirking face of his fratello, which only caused him to let out a groan. Here it was.

 

He would never hear the end of it.

 

The blonde haired Italian sent him another signature smirk before starting to fess about how trashy the hospital gowns made his brother look. It went from that to an ‘I told you so’ session in which the fussy Italian pointed out all that he had told Luciano would go wrong which did.

 

 

|The younger brother groaned as the grating voice of his brother drained on and on. Out of all things this crazy life could’ve given him as a brother, he was ‘blessed’ with almost the complete opposite of himself. He hated it.

 

Just as if his day couldn’t get any worse, there was a knock upon the door. The blonde brother opened his mouth to speak but the hospital ridden one beat him to it.

 

“Who is it,” the darker version barked loudly, “If it’s any of you other allies I swear I’ll cut you open like a trout!” He could hear the heartbeats on the other side of the door waver slightly before returning to their normal state.

 

“Luciano it’s us,” called the thickly german accented voice, which only caused a groan from the mafia lord, “Came cause of your brother.” Luciano sent a glare to his brother’s direction before he barked for them to come in.

 

The German was the one who opened the door and entered first, the Japanese man followed behind him. Ludz smiled as he walked over to the bed. “Nice to see the mighty Luciano is like the rest of us low lives,” the german joked. All he got was two pairs of rolling eyes and a weak chuckle from the lighter haired Italian.

 

“Funny,” Luciano replied sarcastically, giving a death glare to the jokester.

 

“Glad to see you’re still alive,” the Japanese man spoke, his scowl never disappearing from his face. A soft chuckle escaped the Italian’s throat.

 

“Is that Sarcasm, Truth, or honor,” he asked, “I still have a hard time telling the difference.”

All the black haired man did was negatively shake his head towards the joke. The bed ridden one looked at the three of their faces, only stopping at the German’s when he could tell there was something else he was there for.

 

“What else are you here for,” the leader spoke loudly, his glare aimed to the bigger blonde, which confusion wrote upon his face. “I can tell by your face that there’s something you want to talk to me about. What is it?” The german swallowed softly as he tugged his collar, his heartbeat speeding up slightly.

 

“W-well, Luciano, thing is,” he stuttered, “M-my sister is having troubles and was wondering if she could stay with us.” The growl from the leader scared the German so much, he had to add one last thing.

 

“She said she’d be more than happy to meet you.”

 

The dark Italian let out a sigh as his gaze dropped. Figures, you let two in, you had to let in the final one. Luciano made the big mistake of looking back at the German, for upon the other’s face was desperate pleading.

 

“Fine,” he heard himself hiss, “But until I’m home she goes nowhere else besides where she needs to!” The German’s lips turned into a smile as a simple thank you escaped his lips. His ‘friend’ was thankful, while Luciano had just wondered what he had agreed to.

 

‘Well,’ he sighed, ‘if this woman wants to meet me so bad, she’s going to have to wait for a few weeks to actually see me.’

 

Hopefully, she doesn’t rebel like everyone else.

 

Luciano sighed as he looked around the place that they all called home. First day home in weeks, and it was already giving him a headache. Kik was sharpening his sword, the scraping of the tools grinding against the Italian’s ear drums. Ludz was playing video games, the loud explosions and war like sounds bringing back memories.

 

Now though, Ludz was arguing with Gil on whether or not they should even enter their little sister’s room. This made the Italian leader a bit skeptic about even meeting this crazed woman. After a few rounds of rock-paper-scissors, it was decided that the elder brother would be the one to puller her out of the room.

“LET GO OF ME,” a voice screamed hoarsely, loudly making the Italian jump, “I SWEAR if it’s another girl scout I’ll cut her l-“ The female turned her head away as a hiss escaped her lips.

 

“You need to come out,” the elder growled, which surprised everyone. The Prussian never spoke more than a few words. “You’ve grown sensitive to the sunlight, plus,” he grew closer and whispered something to her.

 

“He’s HERE,” she screamed, the intensity causing the leader to flinch, “Well thanks bigger brother…now I have another reason to KILL MYSELF!!” The elder brother just rolled his eyes as he grabbed her wrist.

 

“Stop trying to act like me schwester, it’s unhealthy,” he simply stated as he drug her into the room. He took her and flipped his arm, making her spin onto the couch in a messy slump. Her hair was a mess upon the material, even though it blended perfectly with it. She kept her eyes closed as she crossed her arms.

 

“Open your eyes,” the dark Italian barked, getting sick of the woman’s stubborn ways already. A mumbled smart-ass remark was made as she opened her eyes and tipped her head to him. He gasped suddenly when her eyes met his.

 

Bright red, holding a very short temper behind them, bags upon bags surrounded them. Her face looked paler than her should-be-dead brothers, yet nothing seem to have punctured the skin. Her black hair was short and choppy as it hung off of her scalp.

 

But her face falter into a growl as she stood up and got close to the Italian. Her black boots thumped loudly with every step she took until she got in arm length away from him. Luciano couldn’t help but stare in wonder, which only made the woman angrier. The half German-half Prussian woman growled as she cocked her arm backwards and, with a slight twist, thrusted it forward.

 

Smacking him right where his own knife cut him.

 

“As if,” she screamed, “I get enough bull from the world around me without you barking me around like a dog!” She pulled a knee up and connected it to the man’s gut, making him double over. “I’m not like your followers,” she growled as she turned on her heal, “So watch your back.”

 

With that she stomped off, leaving multiple wide eyes and a pair of admiration looking after her. The one that held admiration did feel a little angry for her to be a rebel like he hadn’t hoped, but it wasn’t a rebel like he had met before. Oh no, it was something much different.

 

He got up onto his feet, the brown boots making a small thump as he used his hands to push himself all the way up. He chuckled slightly to himself before going to bark demands to the others. Only when they were gone did one of his gloved hands flowed to his cheek, making a plan that could possibly…

 

Get that rebel, and to call it his own.

 

It had been months since they had first rightfully me, which in turn means that there’s been months of failure for the bossy Italian. He tried being romantic, but he simply got a door slammed in his face. He tried showing off, he only got eye rolled.

 

He didn’t know what to do!

 

He eventually gave up his pride and turned toward his elder brother for questions. It felt a little weird for the younger one for he had just helped his brother with an issue similar to this two years ago. It just didn’t seem right.

 

He groaned as he climbed the wooden steps onto the porch, the rotting wood itself moaning with him. He still didn’t want to do this, even as he did knock upon the dark colored door. The door opened and the Italian turned, only to be met with the frowning multi-colored glare of his nephew. Luciano let out a small chuckle as he stooped down to the little boy’s level.

 

“Hey Guta,” he said, ruffling the four year olds hair, “Is your dad home?” The boy nodded, his gaze never moving away as he opened his mouth, a semi-dark voice calling for his papa.

 

“Yes Guta what is,” Luciano watched as his twin froze when he saw him. Luciano felt his gaze fall when he saw a smirk starting to form on his elder brother’s face. “Hello Luciano.”

 

“Hello Flavio,” he hissed as his glaring gaze fell upon a ladybug.

 

“And what must it be that I get a visit from you on this fine day,” the elder cooed. The younger man growled, his brother knew he hated when he did things like that to him, but, he was the only one who wouldn’t go and tell Nev.

 

“I need our help,” the younger one grumbled, using his heal to squish the bug he had kept his gaze on.

 

“What’s it about,” the elder one said, pushing the child back inside before walking forward, closing the door behind him. When the younger brother didn’t say a thing, the elder one crossed his arms. “Luciano.”

 

“It’s about that German Girl alright,” the younger screamed, “Something about her just…takes over my mind. Even when I try to focus on battle plans, my mind just wanders to her.” He heard the older brother chuckle.

 

“But she’s a rebel,” he stated, putting a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it, “I didn’t think you like rebels.” The younger grumbled.

 

“I know,” Luciano hissed, “but she’s not the rebel that everyone else is. She’s…different.”

 

“What have you done to try and win her,” the elder asked, the smoke pouring from his mouth with every movement, “How you do something is very important to a woman.”

 

“I’ve done everything I could think of,” the younger one grumbled, not noticing a figure coming up behind him, “Being a romantic, a strong man, anything! I’ve done some things people would think I could never do. I’m trying to get her to see but I don’t think she can!”

 

“Well, what are you trying to make her see,” the blonde haired asked, a smirk slowly appearing upon his lips again.

 

“What do you mean what am I trying to make her see? I’m trying to make her see Amore,” the younger one screamed, “The fact that I love her! The fact that I-“ The Italian froze when he felt a finger tap upon his shoulder. He started cursing himself as he turned around to look at who it was.

 

“Bout time,” her voice broke open when he finally faced her, “I was waiting for you to say that. Granted the gestures were nice, but a woman like me, doesn’t need things like that.”

 

“S-so,” Luciano felt himself stutter, “W-what is your reaction?” The giggle that radiated from her was neither negatively nor positively taken.

 

“Let’s just say Amore hit me a long time ago.”

 

He felt his whole body relax as a smile appeared upon his face. One gloved hand disappeared into his jacket, only to pull out a knife.

 

“Could I teach you a game,” he asked, holding his empty hand out to her.

 

“Only if it’s one I don’t already know,” she replied, taking his hand into a death squeeze. The pain caused the Italian to whimper, which only made the woman laugh. When her laughter hit his ears, he couldn’t help but smile, even though the pain was still great.

 

Finally, he found a rebel that was worth his time.

 

 

The one rebel who remembered the Mafia.

 

 

 

 

The leader

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The bossy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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