I walked in raw silence, and felt as if there were eyes surrounding me to no end, receiving dirty and mischievous looks at every corner. I felt a familiar warmth next to me, it was Formaggio silently catching up.
"(Y/N)" he spoke, sounding serious, it sounded so weird and uncomfortable coming from him so something was up and you grew worried.
"You ok? Formaggio?"
"You're gonna have to come with me"
"Excuse me-"
"just follow damn it"
I was getting pissed off and was about to protest back to disagree until i felt someone else walk to my side, and then behind me muttering to just follow and to be quiet and as i looked back at him, he stuck his tongue out at me. He was rather tall and slim he was blonde and wore a bizarre outfit revealing his abs and right side. He also had a very chiseled face with its nice features. The one to my side was also tall and had curly blue hair, and wore a white turtle neck long sleeved sweater with red glasses. Some of his blue thick coils hung messily over his face and he had an annoyed expression written all over.
Formaggio looked at you with sad eyes, basically saying sorry for what he was doing. You didn't know what he was up to, if he was leading you to your death or not. He wanted to speak but he knew you weren't going to answer, the trust you had given him all these years had diminished, but what you didn't know what he was doing- was actually saving your life.
I was led to a black car, i sat in the back between formaggio and the blue haired boy while the blonde drove, he took a peek at me through the rear view mirror and then glanced to the road in front of him. "I'm sorry i couldn't introduce myself formally, but my names Melone and then blue haired one is Ghiaccio."
"Yeah nice to meet you." Ghiaccio muttered looking at you quickly and then out the window. I didn't say anything at all but nodded, and looked down at my legs in a little bit of embarrassment. Formaggio sat in a awkward position, you glared at him with a side eye and he noticed immediately. He was about to speak until Melone spoke, "Were here."
I looked out and i was soon staring at a dark organized building, it was kind of out of the city but it was pretty nice. I walked in , and soon stepped into a dark office, no one was in it and i started talking about why am i here, what's going on, and before i said something else the door opened and soon stepped in a rather taller man, he dressed in dark clothing and had snowy ashy hair, kind of messy but neatly on the side.
He had dark eyes, they bore into me and i felt my soul take a dip into the black and red pools in his eyes. I didn't say anything and just kept my gaze on him, he did too until he cleared his throat and tilted his head to the side slightly.
He had a cold gaze, and his face was serious, showed no emotion what so ever. He spoke finally, "Pardon us for the sudden "intrusion" that we made bringing you all the way over here Aristos, and i ask that you please forgive Formaggio knowing that both of you were friends before and you kept your life very private, your life now isn't as private as before and you're at risk becoming hostage for money, power, and for what i think your power." You looked at him confused
"What power? What do you mean?"
"The way you write, the way you use your words, you bring a calm into peoples lives, you bring urges, inspiration, something i can't really explain but you've never noticed and that's what the people are going for right now, or at least what i think, or they just want you for money since your one of Italy's anonymous writers."
"What people? Who are these people?"
The man took a deep sigh, and came close to you, peering down boring holes into you.
"An organization, a mafia you could call it. Formaggio took notice and then so did we, but mostly Formaggio because he wants to keep you safe, and you could bring wellness to us."
