Mirrors (2P!Axis x Reader x 2P!FACE)

Conflict 2: Fierce

You blinked, trying to think. Forcing your torso on your elbows, you looked behind the Italian where you found two other men standing silently as they watched your every move with sharp gazes.

"I'm-a sorry about this, bella" The Italian said "I just wanted to see you up close"

"S-sorry" You said, "Do I know you?"

His magenta eyes widened but they returned to their previous laidback nature though obviously more forced "What? You don't recognize me or find me similar to anyone?"

You rubbed your forehead "Sorry, I-I really don't know you" You breathed before turning to face him "Should I be worried or anything?"

He glanced at one of the two men. The black-haired one in a black Japanese Imperial Navy uniform walked towards the bed.

"May I ask you to tell me your name?" He spoke. Your eyes glanced at him suspiciously before roaming around the room, trying to think up of an escape plan. Just in case.

"Don't bother" The third man, blonde hair and skin littered with scars, said in a warning tone "No matter what you do, this mansion is guarded and you can't get out without permission"

Your doubt turned into ire and you glared at him, but you stayed quiet, knowing that his scar was a good reason to behave in his presence.

"You really don't know us, Name?" Black Hair spoke in a respectful tone though admittedly, rather emotionless. The other two raised their eyebrows at him, confused. You could only stare at him, completely unsure of what to do "No, no I don't"

"You seem to know your name"

"Of course I do. What do you take me for?" Your words came out rather peeved. You couldn't help it. Waking up in a giant bedroom in front of three dangerous-looking strangers wasn't something you had planned for your birthday.

"My...birthday?" She muttered.

"What?"

You groaned. Your head was pounding. "Happy birthday!" Distant voices echoed inside you. You gasped softly when the Italian snapped his fingers in front of your face, causing you to return to your senses.

"We're your friends" Black Hair continued "Don't you remember? I'm Kuro" He then gestured towards the Italian then to the blonde "That's Luciano and that's Lutz"

"You were in an accident" He continued "You bumped your head pretty bad. You really don't recognize us?"

"No, no, I..." You tried and tried but their faces wouldn't register "I don't know any of you"

"Not even anyone who looks like us?" He leaned, eyeing you like a doubtful interrogator. You pondered, but in the end your answer was the same. You honestly didn't know or recognize any of them.

"I see." Kuro turned to Luciano and they exchanged glances.

"Hey, hold on." You said, and they all turned to you. "If you guys really are my friends then... can you tell me why I can't remember any of you?" You rubbed her nose. You were suspicious of them. They didn't exactly paint a perfect picture. Something was up, you could smell it.

"The accident" Kuro sat down on the edge of the bed "You got hit by a car. Maybe that's why you can't remember us"

You narrowed your eyes. Kuro blinked "You still don't trust us"

"Just disoriented" You replied.

Luciano clasped his hands together "Good. That settles it. Come, bella" He offered his hand to you just as Kuro stood up.

"Where?"

"A tour of my mansion of course"

"Right. Why am I here?"

"Kuro" Luciano turned "Tell her why"

"Your school is undergoing renovation" Kuro spoke with sharp eyes, but his tone was a monotone "You planned on staying with us for the entirety of the break"

"'Us'?"

"This is my home but they've business here as well" Luciano explained. "You've been out for quite a while. I think it be best to show you the dining room first"

"Fine by me"

"Do you have any preferences?" Luciano asked as you all made your way to the first floor of the mansion.

"I thought we're friends" You tilted her head.

Lutz gritted his teeth as Kuro simply watched Luciano, expecting a response. He simply licked his teeth, as though struggling to keep his cool "Of course, I do. You... you like—pasta, don't you?"

He then turned to talk to a young boy in uniform "Make sure you make the meat is fresh"

"I don't eat meat" You cut in, "You should know that by now, right?"

Lutz bit his lip, trying not to smile, Kuro was more subtle though it was the same for him. They both knew what Luciano was really like.

"...Of course" He glanced over at the servant "A salad then"

The boy bowed before leaving to where you assumed to be the kitchen.

You four sat down in front of the long table in the dining room quietly. You had to be the most tensed, seated between Kuro and Luciano, so you simply stared at her nails.

After a while, Kuro excused himself for the bathroom and Lutz decided to grab a beer.

Luciano, who had spent the last few minutes impatiently stabbing his flick blade into the rosewood had enough and decided to talk, "Name, you like books, si?"

"Yes" You answered without removing your attention away from the greens on your plate.

"What kind?"

"Almost anything" You said "I even read this book about memory once"

"Yes?"

"Repressed memories are a product of psychological trauma and not of post-traumatic trauma, generally speaking"

"Oh?"

"Yes" You looked over to him "They can't be caused by car accidents"

CLANG!

You froze when Luciano managed to catch your arm which held tightly onto a jar of pepper just as you tried to throw it at him. He smirked before tightly putting enough pressure on your arm for you to lose hold of the jar. He spun you around and pinned your face to the table.

"What happened?"

Lutz and Kuro came running inside with a gun and a katana, respectively.

Luciano ignored them and bent down to whisper to you, "You're smarter than you look. That's something to be treasured in this place. Unfortunately..." You squeaked as he twisted your arm with overwhelming strength "You're starting to irritate me"

"Luciano" Kuro said, causing Luciano to sigh.

"Good night" was what you last heard before Luciano knocked you unconscious with a chop to the nape.

***

"Oh, dear" Behind the counter of a small cheery-looking pastry shop was a young man with strawberry blonde hair and baby blue eyes. He clicked his tongue as he inspected a certain cupboard.

"What is it now, Oliver?" A tanned brunette asked as he locked the door.

"Lost an egg?" A blonde man with a five o'clock shadow laughed with another blonde from one of the chairs.

"Oh, no. It's not that" Oliver replied, "I'm afraid that a rat's been lurking around my kitchen" He then presented them a quarter-full bottle of bubbling purple liquid. Tied around its slender neck was a small tag with the words 'DRINK ME'.