One word repeated itself in his mind. Only one word, two vowels and two consonants.
Cute...
He said I'm cute, heh. Actually, he said my being clumsy was cute.
...
Che palle!
Romano did not know how much longer he could keep holding his breath, thankfully he did not have to wait before the sounds of clacking on tile and a sharp click from the lock relieved the snakes coiling around his lungs inside his chest. He gasped like a fish out of water, nausea and dizziness hitting him with a double whammy, and not to mention the fire spreading around his ears and neck, and burning the tip of his nose a dark cherry.
It was this inexplicable feeling like wild flames in the hollows of his breast, crawling up the long wall and forcing its way out of his throat without hesitation.
"SICK PERVERT!"
Romano sprang free from the cramped space beneath Antonio's desk, a dulled aching in his limbs from being stuck in one position for fifteen minutes was considered the lesser of two evils between minor body aches and being caught by the bastard himself. He didn't even think this was worth it anymore. Dammit, I should've just starved. I should've just eaten the cafeteria horse shit and gotten it over with-
Then Romano glanced again at the newly wrapped leftovers of his spoils, they really were irresistible. Still, none of this was worth it. This sick feeling in his gut that he had just stepped into some heavy shit, and there was no way he was getting out of it because it was already neck deep only strengthened that overwhelming urge to hurl.
... So why the hell was he smiling like a God damned idiot?
The Italian pursed his lips, but his dimples continued to crinkle up into red little ornaments. To heck with it. The smile would stay. Romano edged close to the inside of the door, creeping silently as best he could. He needed to stay fully alert on escaping the office without being discovered by some unsuspecting bystander. If he did? Well, it would probably get nasty for sure.
First, he crouched down to the floor and peeked through the bottom crack to spy any pairs of shoes passing by. His sight was limited here, so he went on to press his ear to the wood. There was the slick sound of sneakers making his heart tremble a little against his chest, but it was far from the office that hid him. The sneakers distanced themselves further, and then there were no more sounds or noises coming from the hallway. It was his lucky day.
Romano's hand wavered in brushing the shiny knob that still held the warmth of Antonio's touch. He twisted the door knob slowly and with the greatest caution, and finally stepped aside as he dared to open the door just an inch. Another inch. Five inches.
He slipped out of the office room and was relieved to follow a sharp turn to freedom-
"And where do you think you're running off to, Vargas?"
Shit.
Romano could recognize that voice from anywhere. He tripped on the words tumbling out of his mouth and his face went pale and wan.
Gilbert.
"Ah, I've been caught!" Romano yelped and tried to make a run for it, but was cornered back toward the office door by the red-eyed bastard. "You will leave me the hell alone and say nothing about what you saw if you know what's good for you. I've got connections with people who can fuck you up." He steamed and darted his head around for any means of escape or loopholes out of this crisis.
"Pff, you're like a little bunny rabbit when you threaten people. Hey, look at this guy! He's practically a volcano. Oh no! Romano's been caught sneaking into Mr. Fernando Carriedo's private room and he's gonna eruuupt."
The elder Vargas threw his hands upon Gilbert's lips to silence him. His furious olive gems glared North at a pair of mischievous garnets.
"Shhh!" Romano shushed him and pulled him over to a janitor's closet hidden from the public eyes of the school. When the door was shut Romano turned around after removing his hands and rubbing them on his pants, disgustedly. The taller one snickered, musing at this situation that he had gotten himself into. Romano grumbled, "You must be one hell of an idiot to speak so loudly after I told you what was up, what the hell do you want?"
Gilbert cocked his head, he had not really thought about the possibility that he could get something out of Romano. As he contemplated, Romano tapped his foot impatiently. "I can't believe I am trying to make a compromise with this potato." The shorter one ran two fingers through his light brown bangs, revealing dipped brows.
"Lightbulb!" Gilbert shouted so enthusiastically it made Romano jump. The potato bastard's eyes lit up with a nerve-racking grin embedded in the twins. "Become my slave."
"W- what the- hell fucking no! Who do you think you are trying to order me around and asking for something so impossible-"
A piece of paper crinkled its way into his now obscured vision. "The fuck is this?" Romano stepped back until his eyes refocused and the slip of paper became a photo of him. And this was no ordinary photo taken by a real life stalker, it was him sneaking out of Antonio's study with the biggest idiotic grin.
Romano snatched at the evidence but it was quickly pulled away. "G-give it to me!" Romano jumped pitifully as he tried to snag the snapshot dangling above him by Gilbert's hand.
"Swiper no swiping." The Albino clicked his tongue three times and waved his other index finger like a mother scolding her child. Who knew teasing Mr. Permanently Red-faced could be this entertaining?
"Having fun?" Romano griped, hands dropping to his sides and the familiar scowl plastered on his lips.
"A ton." Gilbert replied. He continued to dangle the photo closer to Romano's face.
"Are you done yet?"
"Not even close. So, how soon should I go report this to the school administrators? You seemed to be awfully giddy about committing the crime, kesesese." Gilbert leaned against a mop and had the smugiest smug on his ugly face that just begged to be smacked off. It was the optimum bait to lure in the fish. Romano being the fish, in this case.
"Fuck, please don't tell, I'll become your God damned slave if you will shred that photo to a million pieces! Just don't tell the school. E-even if you did I'd have my mafia on you in a flash, so..." Romano's head turned away and he grew a nice shade of pink.
Snap.
"I thought we weren't taking anymore photos!" The Tsundere fumed and pounded his fists against Gilbert's chest and the Polaroid camera, angrily. The silver hair laughed, and replied, "What, is the master not allowed to take pictures of his bondsman? I promised that I wouldn't give any of these to the administration, so what should it matter if I keep a few?"
"A few, you mean there are more?!"
Gilbert put a finger to his lips, ignoring the background noises of whines and groans from Romano, and grinned inwardly at the small snapshot in his hand of his new friend turned unyieldingly and an embarrassed blush rubricating his cheeks, knowing there were more of these fun memories to be had.
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