"I put my hand in..."
((Y/N) POV)
I searched for an object, and at times I felt something soft, something crunchy, or something that felt just plain weird. I feel a smooth object, that I almost cut my hand on, so I decide to pull it out. A knife. Specifically, a throwing knife. "I am-a going to be-a taking care of you now-a," a man in a tan suit with a feathered hat picks me up. "Now I am-a going to take-a this from you," he takes back his knife. He takes me out to the hall, where he stands and waits. "I am your new papà. You can call me papà or by my name Luciano. Do NOT call me Luci," he introduces himself while we wait. Soon, two other men walk out. One is the man that asked me where mom was. "Vell hello there again," he says. "B-Bonjour," I greet. "Morning," the man that said Rs instead Ls. "Kuro, I need to talk to Oliver for a second, so take care of (p/p)," Luciano hands me to the man with Rs for Ls. "Fine," Kuro replies.
"Hallo klein Kind (hello small child), I am Lutz," The blond man says. "Luciano is going to want (p/p) to learn Italian, but it shouldn't be that hard on (p/p) since (p/p) already speaks French," kuro talks to Lutz. "Ja, he is going to tell them to learn Italian. I feel more bad for jou because jou are going to have to deal with jour uncle," Lutz diverts his attention to me. "W-what is bad a-about my uncle?" Kuro answers for Lutz, "He roves crothes and wirr come after you to make you try on crothes. It's going to be terrifying because of him coming so often." Lutz and Kuro shiver. "Oh," that makes me nervous, and my ears flatten down more against my head. "But seriously, jou need a bath," Lutz says. I hiss at that, "No!" "Ja." "They're scary!" "Jou are dirty." "I don't want to get sprayed down!" My teeth bare. "What? Jou don't get sprayed down in baths. Oh wait, I forgot jou came from an abusive home," Lutz says.
"I'm back-a," Luciano walks back into the hall, with a sack with him. I'm curious, but I don't let it show. "What is in the bag?" Kuro asks. "Food," Luciano replies. "Come here," Luciano tells me, so I walk over. I have a little limp from getting hit in the leg by my old dad a few days ago. "What's wrong-a with your-a leg?" "My old papà hit me a few days ago, and it hurts to put weight on it," I answer. "Ah. We will-a have to do something-a about it-a," Luciano tells me. "Bien(alright)," I say. He picks me up and we all walk out of the building. Luciano gets into a reallllyyyy long car, while the others leave. We get into the car, and Luciano tells the driver an address to take us to. After that, Luciano takes off his tan jacket to reveal a white shirt under. He takes the jacket and he puts it over me, as I slowly fall asleep.
(Luciano's POV)
'The poor kid. Being so rare and young, I wonder why a man would do this. Even if his wife was dead.' I rub (p/p) (He/c) colored ears, and they seem to relax as the drive goes on. Most of us have a soft spot for children, even if we are murderers. Children grow to represent the reputation of the country, and they give us a future. So with them being like this, a fine specimen, why did he do this? I guess my questions will be answered in due time. We get to the airport, where I pick (p/p) up and walk to where the private jet is. I walk to the place where I go in, and (y/n) is waking up. "Your-a awake already-a?" "Ou-oui," (y/n) replies. "Child, you-a know you have nothing-a to worry about, alright-a?" "Oui" "alright-a then," I reply as we board the jet. (Y/n) clings harder to my shirt, so I have to ask, "are you-a alright?" "W-why are we going o-on this?" "Because I-a live in a different-a country, kid," I reply to them, to calm down their nerves.
(P/p) finally calms down once we take flight, but now (p/p) decides that it's a good time to be curious, and they decide to walk around. "Curiosity killed the cat," I remind (y/n). "But un Chat (a cat) has nine lives," she replies. "Very funny-a (y/n)," I say. (P/p) walks over to me, and crawls onto my lap. "We-a need you to get-a bath when we-a get back, you are very-a dirty," I observe. Their (He/c) ears flattening. "D-do I have to?" (P/p) asks. "Yes, but I will-a most likely be kinder-a with it," I explain to (p/p). "Alright then," (y/n) responds, but starts trembling. I soothe (p/p) to sleep, and then start working on my work.
*A few hours later*
(3rd person POV)
Luciano carries the small fragile child as he walks to the limo. Once inside, he sets the (g) beside him and buckles their seatbelt. The child wanted something to do, so Luciano found a kids show on the TV, and (y/n) liked it even if they could only sorta understand what is being said. After a 30 minute car trip, they arrive at a massive mansion. It had columns made of marble that had vines grow with them, a garden, and so many windows. (Y/n) was amazed by this spectacular scenery, and gazed at it in awe.
"Do you-a like it?" "Oui!" "That's-a good," Luciano replies to the child. They head inside, and the first thing they did was give (y/n) a bath. After 'some' struggle, Luciano was able to get the child washed. At the expense of having all his clothes wet. While this, he saw all their scars, and bruises. After that, he dries the kid off and gives them a big shirt, black shorts, and underwear. After (y/n) puts that on, Luciano checks for any minor or major injuries. "Tch, very bruised-a legs, but they should heal-a fine soon," Luciano observes. "Th-thank you Mr. Luciano," (y/n) replies. "No need to call me Mr, kid," Luciano tells (p/p). "Oh, alright!" "Now let's-a go to bed-a. My fratello is-a coming over tomorrow," Luciano states. "Ok!" The adorable child follows him. Luciano takes the frail child to the room beside his, and tucks (p/p) in. "Buona Notte(good night)." "Bonne Nuit(good night), Luciano." They both fall asleep.
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FanfictionA child kicked out by their abusive father on the streets of Quebec. Asking for money for food, a few kind people bring them into a building where they find people who want them. A reader insert story.
