[Fantasy] The male groaned as his stomach growled, sinking down against the brick wall. The market was buzzing with people, out buying their
weekly groceries and trying to haggle pricees lower. Not something that Lovino was able to partake in. He half couldn't remember the last
time he'd eaten actual food. Was it two days ago? Longer? His eyes scanned through the crowd, but they landed on a ship pulled into harbor
across the way. The immaculate sky ship rested just above the sea, and he watched as a person who seemed to be the captain, along with two
crewsmen, load crates onto the ship. He'd bet that those contained food...
[[For Spagnabastard~]]
[[Please excuse lame replies, lost my initiative for the night -3-;;]]
Said captain of the immaculate sky ship was doing just that, loading the newest rations of food onto his ship for the trip they were
preparing for. A smile was on his face as he interacted with the other crew members, looking as if he enjoyed every second of what he was
doing, which wasn't too far off from the truth. Antonio loved sailing the skies. It gave him a feeling of freedom that nothing else was able
to give. Once the last box was thrown aboard and put away, he nodded to someone and started heading towards the drawbridge to board. They
were going to ship off soon, so he had to make sure that everything was in good shape.
[[>n> Well, if you don't want to rp now, then you don't have to...]]
[[No, I do want to! I just..don't want to disappoint you.]]
[[You could never ;3;]]
[[It is possible...-w- But I do wanna keep going...]]
The Italian decided that it was probably a good idea to move in now. He managed to force himself up, and the thin male scurried across the
bustling market street, making it to the other side without any squabbles. He gave himself a quick glance to make sure that he didn't look
like too much of a scavenger, and trotted along the boarding plank quickly, boots *thunk*ing softly. "Excuse me?" He tried to put on his
best innocent face as he called out to the captain, blinking his big brown eyes.
Just as he was about to board his ship he heard a voice that was new to him speak up. The only ones around were his crew members, so he was
just surprised. He turned to see a thin boy, obviously younger then him, staring up at him. He took in the way he looked, immediately
thinking that he was a straggler. His clothes weren't that bad looking, but it was obvious that he wasn't a working citizen or another
pirate. So he wasn't that much of a threat. "Hm...Did you need something?" he asked, walking back towards him and away from his ship. He
didn't want to be rude by not fully listening to what the young man had to say.
This was it. Lovino blinked his eyes quickly, trying to look as charming as possible. It helped that he was hungry and desperate. Otherwise,
seeing the way that the other male was *judging* him probably would have irked him too much. This guy thought he was fucking great enough to
judge Lovino? Obviously something had gone wrong in his life, if he was a pirate. But he swallowed his pride. "Where are you headed next?
Lovino
will
you be stopping at port soon?"
He tilted his head at the way the younger male stared up at him, now a little cautious. If he was trying to get something out of him, it was
going to take a lot more then that...but then again, he couldn't help but notice how much he needed it. Being a pirate didn't mean he lived
in the lap of luxury, but from what he was looking at, he figured he had it better. Though he didn't like dwelling on how others looked and
deciding who had the better life. "Well...yes, we are...We happen to be traveling very far." It was weird that someone was asking about the
route he was taking. "Did you need some help with something, cause we have to set sail." he said, glancing back at his ship. It didn't occur
to him that the other might be asking for a ride or something...
"Oh..." He looked a little downcast, but less for the story he was spinning and more because if the ship was going far, then it was pretty
pointless to put his plan into action; waiting at sea for a month before being able to leave seemed like too much trouble. Lovino *almost*
bristled at the words, irritated at the jerk's behavior. But he managed to reel himself in. "I was just wondering if you'd be stopping in
the town over..." he didn't specify which, "My brother has fallen ill, and I need to get there quickly to see him..."
After hearing the story the younger male told him, his face fell slightly, almost losing his air of being a captain of a ship. He always did
have a weak spot for family members in need. It just seemed to believable to ignore. Or he was just too dense to notice that a town wasn't
specified. He moved closer to the shorter male, reaching out and petting him lightly on the shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear about that...did...
you want a lift? We happen to be heading in that direction..." it was obviously a lie, but he couldn't turn away from someone in need. He
may be a fearless pirate in the eyes of his enemies, but put him in these situations and he turns to mush.
He flinched slightly at the touch to his shoulder, unable to help it. He didn't really like (read: hated) physical contact. Internally, the
Italian did a little victory dance, but his expression betrayed nothing, eyes going wide with shock and wonder. "R-really...? That would be
*so* nice..." He hadn't pulled off any con this big before, and he felt a bit guilty about it, but the guilty seed sewing in his stomach was
nothing compared to the gnawing ache of hunger. "I won't be a bother...?"
"Not at all! We have enough room for you. I mean...you don't look like you take up that much space." He tried to joke, smiling brightly at
the complement. Pulling his hand back, completely unaware that the other flinched when touched. "Besides, I'm the captain, so it only makes
sense that I can make these decisions." He turned and started towards the ship. "We'd better get going, don't want to keep your brother
waiting." He said, glancing over his shoulder. Karma was going to be good to him after he did this favor. Being a pirate meant he was highly
superstitious, so his idea was that by doing a good favor for someone, he in turn will have something equal happen to him. That was all he
needed to believe the Italians story.
Well, he'd really feel bad about what he was doing if he knew that. The joke made his brows furrow slightly, but he shook it off and nodded
in feigned gratitude at the affirmation. "Thank you!" The words left a bad taste in his mouth; he was hardly used to using them. He followed
behind the sky ship's captain, making himself feel better about what he was doing. It wasn't like he lied about having a brother, and if he
found Feli, he'd probably need the food too... Lovino's stomach growled loudly, making him blush.
That all knowing noise made him chuckle, looking back at the Italian following him. "Seems you'll need some food. Well, we don't eat until
later, but I guess I could give you something to hold you over." he said. Once aboard, he headed towards one of the carts that held the
various fruits. "Don't eat it all, but help your self." he said, stepping aside so the younger male could get what he wanted. He heard
someone call out to him from another part of the ship and smiled. "I'll be right back, just need to check on something before we set sail."-
he said, leaving the boy with a majority of the food and running off. If that wasn't reckless, then he didn't know what was...
He stared at the food, and glanced around the deck to find that it was mostly empty. Well, if opportunity had presented itself, he might as
well take it now... It was stupid not to, and it also made him feel a bit better about what he was doing. If he wasn't supposed to do this,
then it wouldn't be so easy, right? Finding a nearby cloth, that he assumed was a bedsheet or sail or something, he moved quickly to fill it
with all the food that he could (especially tomatoes) before bundling up the satchel and taking off running, offering silent apologies to
the crew and captain as he disappeared into the market crowd.
Antonio returned to where he left the Italian only to see him completely gone. He looked down at the crate of fruits he left open for the
other to partake in and saw a good amount was gone. *'Maybe he's...gathering?'* he thought to himself as he checked the rest of the ship for
any sign of the mysterious boy. Once he knew he couldn't be on the ship anymore, his face fell. Sure, it was mostly his fault for actually
believing the younger male, but it still didn't mean that the other was a fault...he was the one who stole. He quickly took off, telling his
men to hold on. He didn't like being conned. Asking around to see if anyone saw a short brunette who probably looked guilty or happy, he
took off in the direction he thought the other went. He didn't want to let him off so easily.
The Italian figured he at least had a little bit of time before the other found out what he'd done, and bargained on it being enough time
for him to run away and disappear. He figured he'd have to be at least somewhat good at it, after all these years. The medium-sized satchel
Lovino
was
slung over his back, and he panted a little as he darted through the thick crowds, running as fast as he could. He had to put distance
between himself and the ship. The thin male winded through alleys, trying to make his path crooked and confusing-- that was how a gazelle
escaped a lion, after all. Darting and zig-zagging, because even though the lion could run faster, the gazelle was more agile.
Agile he might be, but when the lion was on a mission, he could go after anything. Just from the info he had gathered in such a short time,
he took off lumbering after the Italian. It took him a while until he caught sight of the back of someone who looked a lot like the the
thieving Italian and shot after him. He wasn't sure what he was going to do once he caught him, but he couldn't let him get away with this.-
"Hey! Get back here!" He shouted, pushing past people and ducking into allyways to try and catch up on him. "Wait!" He shouted again,
loosing his pace a few time due to the intricate layout of the getaway. His brows furrowed in anger. This little thief was going to get it.
He cursed softly under his breath, heartbeat speeding up as he ran harder upon hearing the call. But obviously, responding would be a bad
idea, so he just pushed himself harder, weaving through the allies. He tempered with the idea of heading back into the thick crown to lose
the other, but it was too risky. He did choose to double back a little, though, in hopes to have the Spaniard lose his trail.
Antonio wasn't about to give up, even though by now it was probably a lost cause. That boy was fast. And it didn't help that he didn't know
the layout of the area, other wise he would cut the Italian off before he got too far. He decided to save his breath instead of shouting out
for the other to stop, since it was getting him no where. Picking up the pace, he got within a few feet of the Italian, reaching his arm out
to try and catch him. In a sudden burst of energy and all hope on luck, he jumped and aimed to knock over the other.
He didn't even need to touch the male to make him fall over. Lovino glanced behind him and his eyes went wide to see the Spaniard so close,
heartbeat raising once more. He felt his body shudder, and a second later he dropped to the ground, writhing and screeching in pure agony,
body contorting in almost nonsensical ways. It was agonizing, feeling like his body was twisting and bones stretching in all the wrong ways,
a few loud cracks sounding in the air as his chest heaved for air.
He wasn't sure why the other suddenly collapsed, but he did know the chase was over. He was about to reprimand the brunette when he noticed
that his screams weren't in anger, but in pain. He was never really one to handle those who were hurt, so hearing those shouts of pain made
him cringe. He kneeled down on one knee, not sure if he should touch the male or not. "H-Hey...I was just trying to get my food back...are
you okay?" he asked, one hand going to rest on his shoulder to try and assess the damage more.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, he couldn't change in public like this.... The male's agonized screams echoed through the air, body spasming and spine
cracking painfully enough to bring tears to his eyes, saltwater filling them but unable to fall. When the hand touched his shoulder his
screams went silent, body still writhing as he tried to cling to the Spanish male and calm his heartbeat.
*'That was rather weird'* He thought as the younger male, who just a few seconds ago was writhing in pain and screaming, went silent and
started to cling to him. He would of sat there until the Italian was better, but it seemed that they were getting quite a few stares. "Okay,
let's just get out of here first..." he said, hoping it came out reassuringly, because he was still a little angry with the boy for stealing
and running away. He turned around and threw the others arms over his shoulders so he could carry him better. He pulled his legs so that
they were situated around his waist, heaved the sheet full of stolen goods up, and on he went. He wanted to get back to the ship if and when
the others sickness got worse.
He would have protested, but he couldn't really in this state, and he just allowed himself to be picked up, clinging weakly to the other as
he tried to recuperate. Shivers traveled through him, his spine re-aligning with a few small cracks, nails shrinking to normal length, and
heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
Unaware of the small transformation the male on his back was going through, he rushed towards the dock where his ship was. He ignored his
crew while trying to get to his quarters so that he could be alone and not bothered with anything else. He decided after he treated the boy,
he would punish him for taking his food. He sat him on the bed softly, trying not to move him too much in case he was in pain again. "There,
now we need to figure out what's wrong..." he said aloud, not really expecting a response or anything. He started by trying to bring the
others shirt over his head so he could see if any wounds are present that could be re-opened or something.
He sort of half-passed out on the way back to the ship, stuck in delirium as his body changed back to normal, all the way to where he was
laid down on the bed. But when his shirt began to be lifted, his eyes flung open and he smacked the hand away-- but not before the other
could see how bony he was. "...H-hands off," he managed to whisper, eyes almost glazed as he lay on the bed, breathing heavily from just the
small exertion.
Antonio was a little put off that his hand was smacked away, he *was* the captain of a prestigious ship. It wasn't every day that he helped
thieves out when sick, or whatever he was. "I don't think you're in any position to call the shots..." he said as a warning. Only after his
hand got smacked away did he notice just how thin the other was. "No wonder you were stealing...I bet its been a while since you had a good
meal..." Unconsciously, his fingers trailed along the bones that were showing through his skin. "...normally I would be against helping out
someone who stole from me...by the way, is this sick brother of yours even real?" Still rather airheaded after all that happened. "Where are
you from?" He wasn't trying to bombard the Italian with so many questions, but he was curious...
He averted his gaze with an angry glare at the covers and a shameful blush at the other's observations, and Lovino whimpered softly when he
touched the visible bones, breath hitching a little bit. "My brother is real, but not sick..." He seemed to bristle at the second question,
hands curling into fists. "I-I don't think that that's any of your business." For someone in such a position, caught stealing and looking
like he was practically starving to death, the male was awfully stubborn and headstrong.
Antonio tilted his head in confusion and slight annoyance. Who did this guy think he was talking to? Pulling his hand away from the boys
skin and just stared him down. "I don't think you're in any position to raise your voice at me." He said, his tone flat and serious. He
stood up straight to give himself more of that air of superiority, looking down and the thin body on his bed. "Now. Where are you from and
what was with the screaming in pain back there?" He said, rather then asked.
He sat up, and then forced himself to stand, even though he swayed on his feet. "I think I'm in whatever position I want to be," he hissed
out, brows furrowed down angrily. "It's not," he punctuated with a hard poke to the captain's chest, "any of," poke, "your business." Last
thing he was going to do was to reveal himself and get sent off to be slaughtered...
A surprised look appeared on his face; he had to commend the Italian for sticking up for himself like that. Most of the time, people would
just comply with whatever he asked of. This guy had guts. But he wasn't about to just give up. He needed to show just who was in charge in
this situation. He looked down his nose at the shorter male, raising an eyebrow. "Who do you think you are...?" he asked, crossing his arms
over his chest, trying to seem less impressed with the way the other was behaving, when in fact it was the opposite.
If Lovino was anything, it was stubborn. He hardly had any sense of subordinance. He crossed his own arms over his chest, scowl intensifying
as he glared at the other. He may have been significantly shorter than the male, but he still firmly stood his ground. "I *think* I'm…" But
he trailed off, eyes getting hazy as he swayed on his feet and stumbled, hands visibly shaking.
His immediate action was to grab hold of the other before he fell over. "H-hey!" He wrapped his arms around the other and used his own body
to keep him up. "Are...you okay?" It was rather odd of him to be so concerned after he had been trying to intimidate him not too long ago.-
He sat the Italian down in the bed, sitting next to him, to try and make him feel better. "You probably overdid it...do you have some kind
of rare sickness or something?" He really wanted to know what was causing all of this...
He blushed when the Spaniard supported him with his weight, but before he could do anything, the sky ship captain sat him down on the bed,
mattress dipping as he sat next to him. "I, um... yeah, sure..." he agreed, figuring it was much more simple than thinking up another lie or
dodging the question. His stomach growled viciously, making the male's cheeks color brightly.
Antonio sighed, knowing that he really shouldn't believe anything from the Italian right away. He would take the answer for now, but he was
going to get the truth from him some way or another. "Well...since I'm not going to get a correct answer out of you anytime soon, and I
don't want you passing out on my ship, I'll feed you...then I want the truth..." he said, standing up. He walked towards his door and looked
over his shoulder. "Don't move." he said, leaving to go gather something small to tide the little thief over.
He didn't like being told what to do, but Lovino probably couldn't even get up to move anyways, so he growled to himself and glared at the
Spanish male's back as he walked out the door. He would make it up to himself by lying his ass off when the pirate interrogated him. Lovino
sprawled back on the comfortable bed with a noise of content. He didn't even remember the last time he slept on a proper mattress, nevermind
a bed as comfortable as this one. He glanced around the room, raising a brow. Was... was this the captain's suite? The Italian snickered to
himself, ignoring aching hunger pains to crawl across the bed and fish through the drawers on the nightstand.
It probably wasn't the best idea to leave that little thief in his room, but it was better then leaving him anywhere else on the boat where
he could steal anything else and leave. He probably should of tied him to the bed or something...though that thought conjured up less then
innocent thoughts. He grabbed a few tomatoes, after seeing that the stolen goods were mostly tomatoes. They were his precious cargo, but as
least it wasn't being wasted. He stopped by to check on his crew, seeing that they started to set sail, which was exactly what he wanted. He
couldn't wait to be in the air again. He almost forgot what his mission was at first, and arrived back in the room after a few minutes. "So
I brought you some tomat-Hey! What are you doing?" he said, almost dropping the red fruit.
He jumped a little when the other spoke, unaware that he had reentered. "Who keeps olive oil in their bedside table?" he questioned, half
mocking as he turned around and shook the mentioned glass bottle at the sky pirate. "Pretty ridiculous, why would you even need it?" Lovino
Lovino
was
pretty naive at times... Though his mouth watered at the sight of the succulent tomatoes, free hand fisting in the bedsheets. When was
the last time he had eaten one of those delicious things?
His eyes widened at the sight of the olive oil in the others hands. He thought it was ridiculous? Obviously the Italian didn't know exactly
what it was for...and that only caused him to grin in amusement. "Sure, it's ridiculous...what do you think I have it there for?" He tossed
a tomato up into the air and caught it, repeatedly doing it to entice the brunette. He figured he could use it to also get the truth out of
him.
He scowled at the grin, amusement not being the reaction he was hoping for. "Bread...?" He watched the tomato fly up into the air and be
caught by the brunette, stomach doing an odd clench at the apex of the toss, when it seemed the tomato could fall to its doom. His abdomen
ached dully as it growled at the Italian, voicing his hunger.
He almost dropped the red ball of deliciousness when he heard the others answer. A chuckle left his lips and his other hand quickly came up
to try and hide it. "No...It's not for bread..." he said, gaining his composure back. He stopped tossing the tomato and started walking
towards the bed, his eyes not leaving the others. He sat next to the Italian, showing off the other tomatoes he also brought with him. Just
to be mean, he took a bite out of the one he had been throwing. "Mmm...this is really good..." he murmured to himself. He turned and looked
at the starving brunette, smiling. "If you want one...you have to tell me where you're from..." he said, taking another bite. He was
probably going to go back on his word since he didn't want to completely starve the boy. He wasn't *that* sadistic.
He didn't like being laughed at, and he trembled angrily as the other walked over, putting the olive oil back when the bastard sat down. But
the male bit down on his lower lip as tears stung his eyes, looking away. He was close to crying from frustration, but he couldn't do it in
front of the Spanish male... but that didn't stop his stomach aching with lack of food.
He held out the tomato within reach of the Italian, but didn't give it to him just yet. "Well...? Are you going to tell me?" He hadn't
noticed the tears welling up in his eyes yet, but if he did, he'd probably feel horrible for it. He took another bite out of his own tomato,
the juice dripping down his chin slowly. He liked teasing him though...it seemed like a new pass time.
"Just leave me alone!" he half-sobbed, clutching his stomach as the tomato was pushed close enough that he could reach it, but that it would
be beyond easy for the Spaniard to pull it away before Lovino could take it. He hated looking so weak, crying in front of the pirate... but
he couldn't help it when he was so hungry it hurt, and he was almost dizzy from the lack of sustenance.
His face fell a little at the others words. Sure, teasing him was fun, but he didn't know he would get this reaction..."Hey...!" He leaned
in closer, trying to make him calm again. "I didn't mean anything by it..." he said softly. He sat the tomato down on the others thigh,
thinking that it was the reason for the 'tears'. "I guess I'll just ask you later...can't have you dying on me while I try to get answers."
He bit his lower lip and stayed quiet for a minute, trying to gather the scraps of his pride from the floor as he forced himself to calm
down. He glanced down at the tomato that had been set on his thigh, and picked it up, not too proud to refuse it when he was starving. He
scarfed the red plump food in seconds, trembling with delight at eating, and licked his hands and mouth to slurp up any juices.
His eyes were unable to break away from the Italian as he dove into his red fruit. "Wow...whens the last time you ate something...?" He
wondered aloud, knowing he probably wasn't going to get a reply. Especially when he was eating. It's a good thing he brought a bunch more
tomatoes for the both of them. He sat back and finished off his tomato, licking his fingers of the juices.
He flinched and blushed at the question. The pirate was right: the only reply he received was Lovino reaching over to take a second tomato,
which he instantly sunk his teeth into. Tomatoes were delicious, but they weren't exactly incredibly filling, especially to an Italian who
hadn't eaten in who knew how many days.
"Well...those aren't really going to keep you full, regardless of how delicious they are..." he said, voicing the same thoughts. "Well, we
normally don't eat until a little later...and since you're a part of this crew until said otherwise, you'll have to follow the rules." He
laid back on the bed, throwing his left over part of the tomato away. He tucked his hands behind his head and glanced over at the newest
member of his ship. "Well...are you going to tell me anything?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing.
But Lovino suddenly no longer cared about eating. "*What*?!" he said incredulously, springing to his feet. "A *member of your crew*?!" He
Lovino
was
already shaking his head. "No way!" He had to get back, had to catch up to Feli, he… he couldn't even imagine what would or could happen
to his twin without Lovino there to take care of him. "You have to let me go...!"
Antonio didn't know why the other was so upset about that...he figured giving the Italian a place to stay and food would make him happy. How
was he supposed to know that not everyone had a dream of becoming a pirate. "Woah...calm down...why the freaking out?" He said sitting back
up, trying to appear worried for the other. Really, he just wanted to know why his reaction was like that. Maybe if he kept at it, he would
get answers. "...you stole from the ship...so I figured the best punishment would be to make you a part of the crew..." he said, reaching
out to touch his shoulder to try and get him to understand it all.
His eyes went wide with panic, chest heaving as he hyperventilated, trembling. "N-no! You... you can't..." Lovino flinched away from the
hand reaching from his shoulder. "You *can't*! L-let me go, let me *go*! I--" He suddenly cut off, a hand moving up to clutch at his chest
as the Italian made a choking sound, bending forward a bit, spine making a loud snapping noise.
"Wait...what's going on...?" he asked, concern for whatever was going on evident in his voice. He sat back a little to give the other some
space, but didn't want to move back too much. Hearing a snap alerted him to some kind of danger. He placed his hand on the others shoulder,
trying to unbend him and lay him back. He figured if something was going on, it would be better to have him lay down. "J-just...sit back!
What is happening...Dios Mio..." he muttered to himself, just watching.
"Ah--!" Eyes watering, the male bit down sharply on his hand, forcing down a scream as his spine cracked again. He resisted the Spaniard's
urging to lay down; the change would come easier if he was laying down. With his free hand, he shoved at the pirate captain. "Just go!" With
his mouth open to speak, the part of his hand in his mouth was now visible, blood welling up where he'd bitten with suddenly sharp teeth.
He kneeled in front of the other, panicking slightly at the sight of blood. He forced the others head to look at him, wanting to see where
and why there was blood in his mouth. "I'm not leaving this room while this is happening...what ever this is. This is my ship and what I say
goes." he said sternly, looking the other in the eye even though he looked to be in terrible pain. "To help you out, you need to tell me
what is going on!" he ordered, his other hand clutching his hand tightly so he can't be pushed away again.
"I-I-- ahh!" Instead of pushing the other away, he collapsed onto him, legs giving out from under him. Small spasms shuddered through his
thin frame, and the Italian pushed out slow breaths, spasms calming to trembles, which slowed to simply heavy breaths. A mix of relief and
victory washed over him, and he would have smiled to himself had his spine not cracked loudly back into place and caused him to cry out. It
really was rewarding to know that he'd resisted a change, though it gave him a kind of queasy, awkward feeling, body craving the completed
change.
Antonio was once again completely baffled by everything that was going on. He was still getting over the fact that the smaller male fell on
him when he heard the cracking sound of his spine and the cry that came with it. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at the heavy breathing
Italian, trying to piece together what was happening on his own. He wasn't a captain for no reason; he could be intellectual when he wanted
to. "So...all this happening...I take it you aren't completely human...?" He said rather then asked. He sat up with the other in his lap,
arms wrapped around him to show that he had no where to run. He needed to get to the bottom of this before he went crazy. "You will tell me
what is going on, or else..." he didn't really have an 'or else' plan; if he gave the male any other options, he might not get the truth.
The male paled a bit at the words, and swallowed nervously, tryinng to cover up his reaction. "W-what are you, crazy?" He tried to push off
the other, and was rewarded with Antonio sitting down and wrapping his arms around him tightly. Lovino flushed when he realized he was in
the captain's lap. "That isn't your business! Now let me go!" He punctuated the fierce statement with an elbow aimed at the Spanish male's
gut, teeth bared angrily.
He got the hit, but tried to ignore it, a bit of air escaping him. Coughing slightly, he wrapped his arms around him tighter, his face not
loosing any of the authoritative looks he had acquired through his years of being a captain. "No. Not until you tell me what is going on...
normal humans don't have their spines pop." He pressed on, grabbing a hold of the younger males arms so he couldn't attempt to elbow him
again. "You're also getting nervous...which is a sign that you're hiding something. Tell me, or you will be thrown from this ship while it
is in the air." His voice got deeper and more angry. He knew he needed to make these kinds of threats or the Italian wouldn't listen.
He bristled at the Spaniard's tone of voice, and especially at the fact that he was grabbed by the other, snarling. The accusations only
served to anger the Italian, brows furrowed down in defiant rage. Lovino got in the captain's face, tip of his nose barely a centimeter away
from Antonio's. "Do it, then," he growled out, eyes flashing angrily. If he survived being tossed from the ship, it'd leave him in a better
situation than he was in now, because at least he could make an attempt to find Feli.
Antonio was impressed; normally when he made that threat, people would throw themselves to the floor and beg for their life to be spared.-
Glaring just as harshly back at the Italian, he raised his hand to grip his collar, unintentionally pulling him closer. "You must be some
kind of masochist...your secret must be that big...so why not just tell me?" He said. He had also seen many things in his years of being a
sky pirate. Gripping his collar more, he stood up, making sure the others feet couldn't touch the ground. "Or, I could just kill you here
instead...?" He pulled out his gun and pointed it right to the side of his head, cocking it.
Masochist? Lovino couldn't decide if he wanted to be angry or embarrassed at the accusation. Obviously the Italian wouldn't tell after some
throwaway words when he'd stayed quiet this long... He made a choking noise and grasped at the pirate's coat when he was lifted by his shirt
collar, going ghost white when the pistol was pulled out and pressed to the side of his head. The brunette's breathing shallowed; even if he
let his temper go sometimes (or more than that), an Italian always knew when it was time to wave the white flag. Preferably before he got
himself killed.
"Now...are you going to talk?" He growled out, his finger itching to pull the trigger; he wasn't violent by nature, but when the time called
for it, he was ruthless. His eyes glowed and his mouth twisted into a sneer. "Or is your pretty little head going to be blown open?" He
held his ground, not showing any sign of lying or breaking down. There was no way he was going to let this one slip through his fingers.
His stomach dropped, churning at the words. Lovino felt like he was going to be sick. "I-I... I..." His eyes watered up, sniffling pitifully
and making soft hic noises. "D-don't kill me... please... I h-h-have to take care of my fratello..." His large amber eyes swam with fat
tears, trembling where he hung above the floorboards. The male couldn't even really see the other's face anymore through the blur of tears,
leaving him unable to judge Antonio's throughts by his expression.
He normally as immune to the tears of others, but for some reason, this boy was striking a cord in his chest. If the Italian could see his
face, then he would see it faulter slightly. He felt like he couldn't handle the way the other was begging for his life. He lowered his gun
from the others head, hand dropping to his side in defeat. How had he made him stop in his place? He was baffled. He didn't, however, lower
the other to the ground. He still needed to show that he could be ruthless. "...stop crying." He said through gritted teeth. He pulled him
so that their noses barely touched. "I won't kill you...unless you start talking..." he said, glaring at the others wet face. He was going
to get to the bottom of this...
The command to stop crying only caused the Italian to burst into tears, though the lowering of the gun might have helped a little. The other
wasn't any nicer in his eyes though. "Please...!" he wailed out, shaking and sobbing. "P-please don't.... don't h-hurt m-me... M-my cousin
i-is a-- is a p-pirate..." he choked out, tears pouring down his cheeks and staining anything the droplets fell on. He wanted to hide his
face because he was sure he looked awful, sniveling and dripping snot, but it wasn't really an option, especially when he was begging for
his life. He just wanted to go home, curl up to the fire with his brother, and have whatever scraps of food they managed to scrape up...
"Your cousin...? Who is he? What is his name?" He asked, his authoritative voice not lowering or getting any softer. He lowered the male
down so that he wasn't dangling anymore, but he didn't let go. "That still doesn't answer my question though...who...what are you? I won't
kill you if you just tell me this." He said. To prove himself, he tucked his gun back in the holster on his hip. Though he wasn't going to
let the other forget that it was an option if he didn't cooperate.
[[/That was a joke if you didn't get it]]
He had about three options: one, tell the pirate, and get killed by hunters. Two, don't tell him, and get killed by Antonio himself. And
lastly three, try to run away, and probably get killed by Antonio or the crew. All options led to death, but it was just a matter of which
way to go. He ruled out the option of telling. He wouldn't give Elek the satisfaction of having exterminated his entire family. And Lovino
couldn't bargain on escaping, especially when he couldn't tell what sort of things the crew would do to him. Unless… "I'm not a what, I'm
just sick..." he whispered out, eyes still glossy with tears.
[[I figured it was XD]]
"Sick...?" Did the younger male really expect him to believe that? Sure it could be a legitimate response and excuse for all that had been
happening, but tgw Italian had just given the answer without much opposition. He thought there would be more fighting or something, but then
again, he was tired of threatening the poor boy. "So...what sickness do you have? I need to know so I can make sure it isn't contagious. I
can't have you making others aboard sick too..." he said, his voice trying to sound as if he was reasoning with him. In actuality, he was
still very skeptical, and refused to believe something like that right away. Actually, there was a way he could figure out what ailed him,
but it probably wouldn't sit well with the other. "Hmm...instead of you telling me, since I can't fully trust you, why don't I find out for
myself?" He pushed the other back forcefully until he was sitting on the bed again. "I'll need to inspect you...take off your shirt." A
weird gleam appeared in his eyes as his face tried to stay emotionless.
"It's not contagious..." Lovino yelped as he was suddenly pushed down, eyes going wide with fear. At the command, he wanted to curse the
scumbad perverted captain to the high heavens, but bit it down, rotating so his back was facing the pirate. Very much the picture of someone
who was having his deepest secrets forced out of him, he drew the back of his shirt up and bent forward, spine suddenly raising against the
fair skin. The vertabrae were uniform but awkwardly shaped, almost looking painful. "Spina fiscia," he mumbled, just tossing out something
that seemed remotely medical. The Italian lilt to the words made it them more legitimate, too. "Got it when I was small, from malnourishment
and... scurvy." Pirates respected scurvy. He was placing a lot on the hope that, like most pirates, Antonio wasn't very book-smart.
Fortunately for the Italian, Antonio wasn't the smartest. Basically, unless it came to fighting, be didn't know much else. His face fell a
little at the misshapen vertebrae. Wihout permission, he leaned forward and ran his finger along he raised flesh hiding the bones. Scurvy
was a horrible disease to go through...from what he heard. He didn't know how it would affect his spine, but it sounded serious and
completely real. "Well..." he said, snapping out of his trance like state and putting his serious face on. "...that still doesn't change the
fact that I can't just let you leave. You will be kept here, onboard, and will become a part of my crew..." He left off the part where he
still help the boy out with finding his brother. He had to uphold some kind of authority.
He squeaked when the other ran his finger over his spine, which curved under the touch. Really, it was just because of the fact that he'd
almost changed; in a few hours, his spine would change back to normal. He lowered his shirt and whirled around at the other's words, eyes
going wide. "Y-you can't! I have to take care of my brother...! I can't be a pirate!" It was all true; the Italian was pathetically weak and
probably couldn't even pick up a length of rope, never mind heavy crates-- and he knew nothing about ships. Feli was just as bad, with the
added bit that he was incredibly naive and trusting. He wouldn't survive.
"Who said you're going to be a pirate? You have to earn that title. Right now you'll just be a cabin boy. You'll clean the ship and our
weapons...hmm..." He placed his hand on his chin looking the other up and down before grabbing his arm. "Just like I thought...you aren't
that strong...we'll just have to build up your strength..." He said I himself. "And didn't you say you had to find your brother? Is he even
gone?" He asked. He was still skeptical from all the lies.from before...
Lovino yelped and shoved the pirate captain, backing away. "Don't touch me," he snarled out, undisguised rage blazing in his eyes. Lovino
wouldn't be belittled with the title of cabin boy, and he would not clean up after anyone. "I wouldn't have to find him if you hadn't
fucking kidnapped me!" His voice tipped up into a screech, and he was shaking with his anger. The Italian would have smacked the taller
brunette if he didn't think that he would retaliate, and Lovino could easily see that the pirate was much stronger, body toned with muscles.
He stumbled back just from pure shock. He knew the other would take 'being forced to do work' too well, but he didn't know that he would
lash back; even if it was minor. But Antonio was captain, and he couldn't just ignore the anger at being yelled at because the male in front
of his was vulnerable. Narrowing his eyes, he walked towards the Italian, grabbing a hold of his arm and twisting it behind him. He turned
the others body so that his own chest was pressed into his back, giving him few ways to move. He leaned down slightly so that the other
could hear the anger in his voice. "From this point on, you will stay on this ship and do as I say, you got that...?" He growled.
He cried out as his arm was grabbed and twisted behind him painfully, breath growing short as he trembled. The other speaking so close to
his ear made his eyes prick with tears, lips pressing into a thin line. Whereas before he might have been described as a fierce cornered
wildcat, now he looked like a poor, beaten-down kitten, shaking with the wind. He stifled a sob, and nodded, choking out a quiet agreement
to Antonio's statement. He hated the pirate, more than anything in the world.
"Good..." With that said, he loosened his hold on the shorter male, giving him the room to move away if he wanted. "Now, I will show you
where you will be staying for the time being." Letting go completely, he turned towards the door, expecting the other to follow. He didn't
care if the other hated him; it was what came with the job title of being a pirate. And it could be worse, the Italian could of stolen from
someone else and be quickly disposed if. Antonio was doing this poor soul a favor. Well, a big one, seeing as he now had food and a 'warm'
bed to sleep in...
Oh, did he want to move away. Upon release, the brunette stepped away quickly, hiding his face as he scrubbed at his eyes. He didn't even
bother to look up at the other as he spoke, following with measured apathy. Being disposed of was probably preferrable compared to being
held prisoner. And Lovino had a warm bed to sleep in! Two Italians cuddled up generated a great amount of warmth.
Antonio had no idea that he was a kidnapper, but with the mix of different stories he had been told about the boys brother, he didn't know
what he should of believed. He glanced back at the Dood moving Italian, he decided that he needed to show him that all wasn't bad aboard his
ship. "There's no need to be so upset...I'm sure you will got in and learn to love it after a while...its a whole lot different then
stealing from different people every day..." He said grinning. Though, he left out the part where his men did that on a normal basis...He
stopped in front of a closed door. "This is where all the men stay. Hopefully it will be to your liking..." He teased, opening the door to
a big room filled with various carts. Some men were down there already, sleeping or lazing about. It was pretty bad...
The consolations didn't help one bit-- and he bristled a little at the implication that he stole from different people every day. Lovino
didn't! He just... Feli and he were really hungry, and they hadn't been able to scrape together any money in days. And their tomato crop
failing was a huge blow... He stared at the open door in a mix of shock and disgust. The Spaniard must have been a jester; no way was Lovino
sleeping on a cot in a room with pirates.
He looked down at the others expression, knowing it wasn't going to be easy to get him in the room. But then again, he did intimidate the
Italian a bit, so maybe he could just do it that way. "I'd wipe that look off your face if you know what's good for you..." He said, his
voice deepening slightly to try and seem menacing.
The brunette had dealt with things a lot more menacing, and this was something he refused to budge on. "Fuck no. I'm not setting a toe in
that room." His skin was crawling with the idea of it, feeling the glares of crewmembers burning into his skin. He'd probably be sexually
harrassed, goddammit...!
"Oh, and why's that? Do you feel that you're too good to stay here?" He sneered. Really, there was nothing wrong with this sleeping area. On
the outside it looked rather foreboding and gross, but it was as comfortable as any sleeping area on a ship was going to get. "You either
stay here, or be forced to stay in my quarters, where I'll keep an eye on you at all times." He figured he'd pissed the boy off enough today
that he wouldn't want to be anywhere near him.
The Italian paused to consider, before nodding. "Fine, if I get the bed." He'd rather stay in Antonio's room, with someone he knew (even if
he hated that someone) than spend his nights in a room full of people that were all watching him; and he didn't really know them. Plus, it'd
be easier to sneak away when... the situation arose.