Living With The 2p!F.A.C.E

Chapter 2 (2/2)

Just a reminder that this book is for humor and maybe a little bit of deep thing.

"That what she said--"

Damn it, shut up.

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So after that shit ton load of dragging me to this not-so-mysterious place called the 'Meeting place', we finally arrived and holy damn. I thought we were walking for like an hour but it was only a minute! Ehh, I think I'm just over-reacting this whole time.. Yeah, probably.

So we are in the Meeting room now but JUST at the door. They were like terrified to open the door but before I could be a hero to them and open the god damn door, someone just opens it for me. Well, thanks to that person for making me finish my non-existent job.

"Shoot! I forgot to make knock-knock jokes!" I suddenly said. Its true tho. My life is incomplete now.

"Knock-knock wha..." The person looks down and saw my small figure as I instead, looks up and saw those shades of reds in the person eyes. Woah, those were pretty. "A kid?" I snapped my thought and finally saw the full face of the person. Dark red hair with a little bit of browm in them, curl popping out of his hair, military suit and those eyes. Those red eyes.

His face hardened as he sees me and glared at my not-blood-related family. "You guys bought a kid to our fucking meeting?!" I swear I could see flame in that red orbs of his.

"Look we can expla-"

"Do you know the last time you fucking took a kid to these meeting?! They fucking died because they're brats!" Oh. So that's why they seems unfazed by me dying... But before I came back alive like some mongorila awakened from its sleep. "And this time you bring this pun-fucker child that had the serious mental issues with their brain!" Now, that's just offensive..

I just realized he is Italian, oh my gosh.

"Look, she's actua-" Allen trying to speak but to pathetic to speak louder to this Italian.

"A fucking brat."

"Let me fucking speak, god damnit! She's part of our family. Now, shut the fuck up and let us enter the room and start the meeting!"

"Tch, fine come in, fucker."

They go inside with me trailing behind awkwardly with that Italian glaring behind my back the whole time. "Lets start the meeting now."

"Who's her?" A guy with platinum blond and an old scar on his left cheeks hair asked pointing at me.

"Background character. Now, shut up." Ouch. That Italian fucker.

I still remained silent as I observes the people in this 'meeting'. The amount of people in this room is so huge that I don't know how to describe them. My dull red eyes landed on the obviously-japanese guy that is beside the platinum blond one.

Black hair, vibrant red eyes, black Japanese military(?) suit, katana on the table. Yep, perfectly Japanese. Even though the red eyes seems out of place, this is the second players so I don't really care.

While I was staring at him for a second I felt a thing coming towards me in a fast pace but I ducked it so quickly that I put rainbow dash to shame. The thing seems to be stuck on the wall now as I turned my head towards the direction the thing is and- Its a fucking knife.

"Who-?" Another knife came to me in a fast speed but I catch it. I looked towards where the knife came and the fucking Italian was the one who did this.

"Dude, you really need to stop fucking with our, kid." Matt says, lazily. Real help, Matt. Thank you, that was appreciated, Matt.

"Well she really need to stop being creepy and staring at people because it make then uncomfortable. Right, Kuro?" The Japanese man- or Kuro nodded his head to the Italian. Is it really creepy?