lost ~completed~

chapter 6

"See you later, Feliciano!" Antonio called from the front door.

"Bye!" Feliciano called back from a few rooms over. He heard the door close as Romano and Antonio left to go shopping and to go for lunch. Romano had insisted that that it wasn't a date but the bright red blush on Romano's face made it obvious that it was.

Romano could be one of the only people Feliciano trusted truly. Sure Romano yelled at him a lot but Lovi was the only one who Feliciano knew loved him. He had an odd way of showing it but he had often heard Romano defend him, even if he called him an idiot while he did so. Feliciano was Romano's brother, his other twin, so Feliciano knew he didn't like to show emotion and showed affection by calling people names.

There was some truth in Lovino's thinking though; if you didn't show emotion, or put on a fake mask, no one would care to notice your true feelings. Feliciano had often thought of how his brother hid from his pain so well. He could probably recruit his brother to work with him.

Feliciano waited until he was sure they had left and weren't coming back. He quietly rose from his chair and looked around the room with a smirk. The room was like an empty canvas and he was the painter. It was full of so much potential; he could see all the beautiful possibilities he could create with just a swing on an arm or the shot of a gun he had hidden in his jacket.

He first started with going outside and, using the plants along the side as cover, shot the doorknob, breaking it open and causing the large oak door to swing open almost ominously. .

Pulling on a pare of gloves, he opened the door. He walked towards the room where he had been sitting. Once in the room he shot a hole in the couch and started knocking over lamps, chairs, picture frames and other things Antonio had around the room.

Once satisfied with the beautiful chaos in that room, Feliciano moved to the next room.

He destroyed the room just as he had to the other and went into the kitchen. He knocked over things on the counter, smirking as the glass broke around his feet.

Picking up a knife, Feliciano admired the gleam on the silver blade from the lights and smiled. He skillfully took the knife and ran it down his arm. The skin parted to the knife and started to bleed. It reminded him of all the times he had been alone at night to release all the pain and self hatred.

He grinned insanely when he realized that this time he was doing it for his benefit. No more blaming himself or causing himself pain. He had taken a different path for his life and loved every minute of it.

He let the blood drip to the floor and let the knife clatter down. He slowly walked to the back door letting the blood slowly drip down his forearm and onto the floor. Once outside he took a cloth from his pocket and put it over his wound. He walked casually down the road until he was about a mile away to where he had left his car. Climbing in, he drove to his house with a big grin.

"Aw! Lovi, you're so cute!" Antonio cooed as he turned onto his street. He really couldn't resist the Italians pouting or swearing.

Romano pouted, crossing his arms. "S...shut up bastardo. I'm not cute." he grumbled. Antonio's smile only widened at Romano's red tinted face. He was just so cute when he got mad; turning the color of a big, plump tomato.

"Mi tomate, you're blushing." Antonio pointed out; poking Romano's puffed out cheek. Romano's eye twitched slightly in irritation, causing his mouth to curl slightly.

"Baci il mio culo(Kiss my ass)." Romano yelled quickly. Antonio quickly translated the Italian.

"Maybe later, Lovi." Antonio said pecking Romano's cheek making him blush even more if that was possible. He loved being able to make him do that so easily.