I was speechless, to say the least. How could this, this, man that I met just two days ago, ask for such a thing. Ludwig had taken my virginity, taken me away from my brother, and now he was asking something from such a high caliber? My eyebrows furrow and my eyes lock onto the ground, refusing to look up at the pedophile before me.
Why does luck hate me? If I had a dollar for every time I asked such a question, I would be able to buy my own freedom, a mansion, and a yacht. My parents died, my grandmother died, me and Lovi are kidnapped by the mafia, we're sold to some sluttish cafe, now we've been separated and I'm about to become a sex slave. Why can't karma ever look my way and reward me for all the endeavors I've smashed through.
Oh well, its not like we haven't already fucked. What decency do I have left? None, that's how much.
Swallowing down the lump that had formed in my throat and pushing away all of the negative thoughts, I swivel my head back up to a postition where my eyes and Ludwig's lock. I nibble nervously, beginning to doubt what I was about to react upon and nod my head shyly. Ludwig's eyebrow arches in puzzlement and his lips purse in confusion.
"I-I'll do i-it," my mutter is quiet, barely above a whisper yet his raised eyebrows and dropped jaw tell me that he heard me just fine, if not better.
"Okay," Ludwig replies, awkward silence following in pursuit. I fiddle my fingers nervously, refusing to look back up at the German. This was all forced, we weren't doing things correctly. Almost as if on cue, someone knocks on the door and Ludwig ushered them in.
Kiku once again enters, bowing respectively, my backpack craddled in his arms. Smiling gratefully towards the responsible Asian, I walk over and talk the bag into my own arms. It barely weigh a pound, made clear when I tossed it over my shoulder with ease. If my pathetically weak arms could carry and handle someone with such ease that I appeared strong, it's clear that it's weight is equal to that of a pencil.
"Is that all Feli?" Ludwig questioned, curiously shocked.
"Yes, I never had much. This is all the clothes Francis bought me, he didn't like that I only had the uniform so he bought me some more casual clothing for me. Its all I have...and a toothbrush," I replied, bland and tired of having to spread out a bit of my heart to strangers.
"That's all?" Ludwig asked disbelievingly, Kiku's eyebrow raising and his lips turning into a poutish sorta look. Both seemed horribly surprised yet it seemed far too natural to experience such an emotion, that I begin to question it.
"Is something wrong?" Innocently, I batt my eyelashes, readying to feel dejected.
"No, no! Its just... It seems sad," kiku answered instead of Ludwig.
"Well, not everyone is lucky and rich," I shrug off.
"Clear my entire schedule for tomorrow, Kiku. Me and you are taking Feli out to shop for more belongings," Ludwig announced, eyebrows furrowed.
"Very well," Kiku rushed back out, leaving me and Ludwig alone once more.
"How about I walk you through each room and hallway? That way you'll be able to find your way around," he suggested, his hand coming to rest on my waist. I nod feebly and allow him to push me.
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I've memorized about half of the mansion's layout but it was far too big to grasp a full comprehension on just yet. The sun was setting and the trees outside on the property casted everlasting shadows, stretching outwards to grasp onto the mansion, the brilliant colors of the sunset defeating the shadow's purpose. The sunset was beautiful... It's been so long since I've last seen one. The colors must've belonged to a masterpiece that spread far out on horizon, taking my breath away.
"Feli... Its getting late, we should head back to my room and I'll find something for you to sleep in," Ludwig suggested, compassionately pushing me along.
Surprisingly, I was able to lead the way, without much complications. We arrived at the same doubled doors from before and my palms and brow began to sweat. After shutting the doors behind us, Ludwig strutted over to a large closet next to the bathroom door. Flinging the closet door's open, he rummaged around for something. After a minute of looking over different particles of clothing, Ludwig brought out a white long-sleeved shirt.
Tossed over, I fail to catch it and it rams into my face. As it drops into my ridgid arms, a blush sits on my cheeks and I look down at my feet, suddenly interested. For some reason, I was shy. I didn't want to change in front of this man. I know I've slept with him and have given him my most precious things but I simply refused.
"Go ahead, you don't need my permission to change. Do as you like in this household, I won't ever limit you, darling," my neck snaps up and I blush loudly at his new pet name.
"N-no, it's not t-that... I don't want to change i-in front of you," I curse mentally at all of my stuttering and clench the shirt between my fist a bit harshly. Hesitantly glancing back up, I've come to discover that his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion and his eyes are squinted in puzzlement.
"Really?"
"Really..."
Awkward silence follows shortly after until Ludwig crosses his arms defiantly, planting his feet apart at an angle. It's clear that he was going to watch me, whether I wanted him to or not.
I sigh frustrated and change, the feeling of his gaze intensing as I slipped off my shirt and shorts and slipped into the shirt, fluent dress shirt.
When I finally gather up the courage to look up, it's clear that tonight, would be a loooooooong night.
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GerIta ; My Type Of Luck, Is No Luck
Fanfiction(((((EDITING IN PROGRESS))))) Luck has never been on Feliciano Vargas's side. It wasn't there for him when his brother, Loviano, and him were kidnapped, it wasn't there for him when he was sold off to become a prostitute, and it wasn't there for h...
