Welcome to a Newer Day || A Ghiaccio x Risotto Nero Fanfiction

The Safe House

The morning was like any other day. Warm spring air, fresh dew on the ground, and the heavenly smell of fresh-cut grass. Everything seemed normal, minus the ominous silence that crept through the streets of Italy. Everything was just too quiet for a young, blue-haired male.

"I don't fucking care what you say, Melone! I need that first aid kit now!" Ghiaccio yelled. The man he was speaking to was a rather slender one, with luscious lilac hair pulled into a loose ponytail.
"Don't be so damn rude, Ghiaccio. Little Pesci here fell and managed to scrap his knee. I want to help him before Prosciutto comes back and raises hell about it. He whines over the smallest stuff.." Melone slowly wandered off with his words, going back to Pesci's wound.

"Do you..really think Fratello will get mad about this? I mean..It's not that bad, right?" The boy asked with a sweet smile. Melone finished up the patchings and nodded to him. "Si, Pesci. You did pretty well this time..but please remember to be more careful. I don't want to end up cutting that leg off." Pesci blinked as sweat began to form on his brow, slowly shaking in fear of the idea. The lilac haired man glared down at the boy, a crooked smile stretched across his face.
"Oh, sweet Pesci! Don't be scared! It was only a small joke! Just listen to my warning okay?~" He cooed, cleaning up the used supplies and throwing them away. Once he managed to finish tidying up, he looked over to the shorter, blue-haired male.

"Here." He said, tossing the kit to Ghiaccio. "Don't take too long with it, I'm sure Risotto might need it.." Melone sighed. "I'll bring back more bandaids and such..maybe some more peroxide, also." He softly mumbled to himself as he walked off into the next room.

Ghiaccio hissed at the sheer pain of his fresh wound being cleaned. He looked away and sighed, trying to keep himself calm.
"This shit fucking hurts!" He growled. Melone looked at him with a dead expression, finishing up the cleaning and moving on to the bandage wrapping.

"Stop making a big fuss out of this. It's just a cut. You're an assassin, no?"

"Don't play cute with me, asshole. Just clean the shit and get it over with! I'm hungry and tired!"

"Well, Fratello and Risotto should be here soon! I hope they bring back chicken! Or maybe some ramen..or maybe pasta!~" Pesci cut in happily, in awe of the unimaginable possibilities that could happen. Ghiaccio rolled his eye at the comment while Melone softly giggled to himself.

 Once everything started to settle down, a faint sound of gunshots was heard. Pesci immediately looked at the direction of the gunshots. The sound of heavy footsteps were coming close to the front door. Melone quickly stood up and drew out his gun, aiming it at the door. They weren't shy of intruders trying to storm in and raid them for supplies.

 The door slammed open, Melone steadied his aim and placed his finger on the trigger. Though, he soon lowered his weapon. A beaten-up blond rushed into the house, hoisting another man over his shoulder. It was odd to look at really, seeing that the man that was being carried was a lot bigger than the other male. Melone ran over and locked the door behind him, then racing over to the blond's side.

"What happened to him." He said sternly. "Prosciutto! Answer me! Is he injured?! Scratched?! Bit?!" Melone questioned, his voice slightly cracking. His eyes were met with a pair of shiny blue orbs.

"No, dumbass, just shot. The fuckers that we got into a fight with managed to get a clean shot of his leg. Damn bastards. Formaggio and Illuso are still out hunting." Prosciutto sighed softly, looking around. Soon his gaze met Ghiaccio's.

"Hey!" He snapped his fingers at the man, "That first aid kit, give it here!" The blue-haired male blinked and looked over, quickly grabbed it and handed the box to the blond. "Grazie, but be quicker next time. If this was any more serious, he probably would have died by now." Ghiaccio glared at Proscuitto for his words. "What?" Proscuitto spat out. Ghiaccio looked away and fixed his red-framed glasses.