Pete regretted and felt everything when he opened his eyes.
Every flow of blood in his veins, every crack of his bones, every thump of his heart and temple, every sweat his skin liberates. It felt surreal. Like he was being vacuumed back to where it all began.
Blurry images. His eyes were barely open. And then, he was floating... A placenta was dancing between his two clenched fists.
A murmured but endearing music... A saxophone to be specific , being played for him as the shadows of four hands caressed against the rooted belly button he was in, fondling as if his chamber was the most precious thing in existence.
"We can't wait to see you two..." a ruffled, manly voice said before humming.
Two ...
That's when Pete realized he was not alone .
The day he was born, Pete thought that the entire world felt what he felt as he cried. He can't help but cry because he doesn't know what else he could do for others to recognize his breathing, that his lungs were screaming and working.
He's alive .
He saw himself in the six mirrors above. Although blurred in memory, he knew that it was him.
Bare naked.
Small.
Fragile .
The blue shadows that were dancing against the circle light put another infant beside him, one who cries louder than him.
Who was that ... He wanted to know.
"I want to see them..." a soothing voice demanded.
Pale skin, doe eyes, black hair and bubbly cheeks... All similar to Pete.
His mother ...
Someone lifted him, and when he was laid again, he knew he was in the safest place in the whole world.
"My... precious..." a teardrop and a loving kiss on his forehead was felt, "Dearest Pete..."
Pete felt she shifted a little.
"And my dearest Porsche ..."
It was Porsche ...
The hug around him tightened a little, "I will not let anyone hurt both of you..."
Hurt...
But he felt safe?
Hurt ...
Safe?
A camera flash... Blinding enough to turn everything white.
When the flash settled down, he found himself in another unfamiliar place. The ceiling has an expensive pattern. The bunk below his back was smooth and big. The bolster on his side wriggles as his small arms move in a heedless direction.
He was at the minor house.
"Pete," an enchanting male voice.
Suddenly, there were rough— big hands around his wrist, coaxing him down as he laughed, "You will wake your twin up. Calm down, tough guy."
Olive skin, sparkling eyes, and pretty face... All similar to Porsche.
His father ...
Pete tried to open his mouth as he looked up at the handsome man who's amusedly looking down at him.
"Hmn? You are trying to say something to me, Pete?" his father's mouth imitates every move of his mouth, "Say Pa-pa. Pa-pa Ter"
Pete tried to get rid of the saliva all over his tongue. He wanted to speak, to talk to him, to copy the words he was saying...
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Mirror ✔ (VegasPete)
Fanfiction[VegasPete fanfic][COMPLETED] It never occurred to Pete that they have something in common. From status in life, power in their strides, fashion, and moral compass- it's almost like they came from a different universe. That is... Until the auction...
