GerIta ; My Type Of Luck, Is No Luck

Sold?

Feli's P.O.V

My eyes flutter open and I awake to the same room as the morning before. The only difference was that a pair of sky blue eyes were staring back into my own and the grip Ludwig possessed made it quiet clear that I would not run away this time.

"Gotten morgen, how'd you sleep?" Ludwig greeted softly, his voice deep and husky yet somewhat horse from last night's activities.

"I slept alright, how about you?" Politely questioning him as well.

"Never better," he spoke into my ear, just above a whisper.

"I have to get back to work..." I begin, as much as I want to stay enveloped in his comfortable embrace, I know I couldn't.

"No you don't... I wonder how much my bruder would sell you at. Whatever the cost, I can afford you," a blush settles on my cheeks and I turn my face away from his.

"I can't just be bought!"

"...aren't you a 'slave', if so, then yes, I can 'buy' you. Not saying that your worth is equal to cash. It's just how the world works," plain and blunt, the force of his words cause my eyes to sting a bit but reluctantly, I turn back to the blond.

"You shouldn't trouble yourself, really, there's no point on wasting perfectly good money on an object like me," I protest, sitting up and tossing my legs over the side of the bed.

Ludwig's hand snatches my arm and harshly pulls me back. "What did I teach you last night?" He warns, his voice holding a tauntly sweet tone to it.

"That I'm not useless?" Guessing, I shy away from his gaze.

"Correct, look, if I really bothers you, I won't buy you and you can stay here," he sighs and sadness flashes across his features all the while as a smile graces my own.

"Thank you for understanding! I'd love to stay with you, I really would, but I've got to get ready for today so I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay." Surprisingly, he let me go and quietly, we dressed ourselves, stealing glances from across the room at each other. We exchange our farewells and head out the door in different directions. Just as I was sure he was out of sight, I sigh sadly. I never wanted to be in a position such as the one I'm in but I really had no choice, didn't I?

*Time skip~*

Just as the club was preparing to open our doors for the night, Gilbert pulled me off to the side.

"Feli, pack your things. Anything valuable to you, except for Lovi. He'll be staying," Gilbert comments casually. My jaw drops, I couldn't believe my ears.

"What?! Why?!?" I question, more furious than not, I glare at the albino with a heated hatred that could match my own brother's glare.

"Because someone's bought you. They also made some negotiations to where Lovi belonged to Antonio. Not just as a worker but as his own."

"Wait, so you're saying that Antonio is the third co-owner? And that someone bought us both?!" I rephrase everything to fit my logic.

"Yes, now hurry, your owner is very impatient," sending a slight playful push towards my living quarters, I rush over to pack my possessions up. All I had were clothes, a toothbrush, and shoes. They all fit into a backpack that was left on my bed. As I finished zipping up the pack, Lovi ran in and embraced me.

"Fratello..."

"It's okay Lovi, I'll be fine. Maybe we'll still be able to communicate. Just promise me you won't forget me, okay?" I smile despite the tears that begin to fall down from my honey orbs. Lovi breaks down as well, nodding his head and clutching onto my back as if I were a lifeline.

It was rare for my brother to show emotion but this was it. We had gone through a kidnap, sold to slavery, lost our virginities, yet despite it all, we stayed together. Now we were being torn apart, nothing we can do, let's just hope we'll meet again soon...

Gilbert walks in and stands off to the side.

"You ready...?" He begins, lugging my bag over his shoulder as if it were a leaf, which it every well could be.

"...y-yes," I answer, releasing Lovi and giving him one last smile before following Gilbert out of the room. I'm not sure where we're going but we leave the living quarters, pass the kitchen, and exit through the front door.

A black limo is parked just outside of the cafe part of the club and an Asian man is waiting by the Limo's door with an emotionless expression. Gilbert walks up to the limo and hands my bag to the Asian man. Giving me a pat on the back, he grins childishly.

"Good luck, Frau, I'm sure you'll be just fine," he wishes me luck and I can't help but chuckle lightly.

"Thank you for everything Gilbert, if you hadn't bought me when you did, I might've gone to who knows where and although it's been horrible, it's also been okay. Funny thing is, I have no luck and never will, until later!" Gilbert walks back to the front door and we exchange waves. The Asian man holding my bag opens the door and I climb in. Once I was seated, I does the same and we sit, facing each other in silence.

"Soooooooo... What's your name?" I attempt small talk.

"My name is Kiku Honda, nice to meet you Feliciano Vargas," he greets politely. I nod in his direction and continue to chat with him for the rest of the ride. We drove for quite a while and when the care stopped, we stopped at a manor on the edge of the forest.

On the drive, I learnt that kiku was Japanese and he was responsible for making sure that everything went the way it should've gone. I also made a friendship with the Japanese man.

Slipping out of the car, he holds the door open and as I step out, I come to face the mansion. It's size was tremendous, more like a castle than a mansion. It was dark and gloomy and held a haunted tone to it's appearance. Taking note of every nook and cranny, every intricate design and gargoyle, I realize that I was not at all ready for this.