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The Next Victim

The southern Italian was getting himself fully secured, just in case someone surprise-attack him. He rapidly spun on his heel, hauling his pistol out of his pocket in the process and locked his aim at the entrance, also known as the exit, of the rooftop. "Address yourself!" His tone was fierce, unlike himself over the past years that would usually get frightened when he knows someone is planning on hurting him. Both his brother and him were considered cowards but when they're serious, there's no doubt that they won't back away from a fight even if it's until death. They weren't known for the Mafias in their lands for nothing; they're just as dangerous as Kiku, or perhaps even more powerful than the Japanese man with his Yakuzas. Although between Feliciano and Lovino, the southern Italian could say that he's far more skilled when it comes to combat, deeming that the Mafias mostly lives in his part of the land. His brother was more into peace and most certainly a kind individual, not that he's not the same as well but half of him wasn't; he couldn't because no one would protect both of them when they're in need. It's not only about his ego, it was mostly about Feliciano's safety. He would risk everything just to maintain his younger brother's well-being, he doesn't want to see him suffering like he did. However, it was too late for those thoughts to come across his mind, his brother was already in the hands of evil and all he can do for now is to figure out a way to retrieve Feliciano.

Lovino's expression was fearlessly stern but softened, his outstretched arm, which held the gun, leisurely lowered and a sigh of relief escaped his mouth after seeing the other presence was just Matthew. The Canadian was sweating bullets from his face, stunned and unable to move because of Lovino's act of bloodthirsty. "Pardon me for my action, Mr. Williams. I didn't know it's you whose going to be my companion for the meantime." Lovino expressed his apology with a slight yet quick bow of his head, and swiftly hid his pistol back inside his pocket to put his comrade at peace. An insane laughter echoed in Lovino's mind, causing him to grimace to nothing as he presume the laughter came from none other than Flavio, his opposite. "I couldn't help it! The looks on his face was priceless!" Flavio snickered, a tone of amusement can be detected in his uttered words. He suppress his fit of laughter to cease ticking Lovino off since he felt him biting his lower lip, seemingly tolerating. "My bad, I almost forgot my exclamation from last time. It looks like I can't stop bugging you until you're completely annoyed." Lovino can feel him smirking; delight was in his irritatingly alluring voice, combined with mischief. "Get lost." The brunet growled at the other voice in his mind. As much as he wants to, this isn't the right time for him to argue with Flavio. He needs to scram from anyone's sight to deal with him; the fear of someone else seeing him like this worries him, he doesn't want anyone to get involved like what happened to his little brother. He has this theory that Flavio communicates with the others' dark sides to get them trigger their owners, so it's better to keep anyone out of his problems. "Fine, I'll go for today but with a cause. It's going to be a surprise; it will absolutely put a wonderful expression on your face, I guarantee." Flavio chuckled darkly, it rang in Lovino's mind. Despite his opposite's obedience he couldn't feel relieved of his retreat, instead he fretted furthermore. "Enjoy your peaceful times while it lasts. Goodbye, Mr. Pissypants." After Flavio's spoken farewell, his voice slowly faded into void and Lovino's mind was once again quiet.

Matthew took a deep breath, it seems that he nearly forgot how to breathe when the Italian directed a gun at him; It took him a minute or two before he could speak again. "It's okay, I know you have a bunch of things to do and worry. In fact, I'm being a nuisance to you, seeing that you were trying to relax earlier but I ended up ruining it with my presence." The blond had a sheepish smile on his face, his hand placed on the nape of his neck as he laughed awkwardly. Even though his movements were restricted earlier, it still caught his eyes; he saw Lovino's grimace, it almost felt like the Italian's eyes could pierce right through his chest. "No, you weren't. I'm just too aware." Lovino's objection sent Matthew's orbs to his, the Canadian's eyes gazed at his with a hint of puzzlement. Lovino heaved his head up to look at the refreshing shade of blue in the sky, it was one of the rare cloudy days they were experiencing at the very moment. Matthew examined him and where he's staring; for some reason, he seemed to be longing something while looking at the sky. "He's out there, waiting for the right opportunity to lay his hands on me." Lovino's eyes remained its gaze there, envy glistening in his orbs as he observed the white fluffy-looking clouds move slowly yet freely. "Who...?" It was the only word that came out of Matthew's parted lips but it was enough for Lovino to answer. "Luciano, mio fratello's opposite." Lovino's grip onto both of his fists became firm and solid, nearly wounding his palms with his nails, he returned his eyes to his companion and his hazel-brown orbs met with nervous blue-violet ones. He got this feeling that Luciano wouldn't just let him be; sooner or later, his brother's dark side will make his move and at that time, Lovino needs to be ready. "They have names, they're like us but in a wicked way, because they're ruthless criminals and I call them..." He raised one fist to the level of his stomach and glanced at it with his eyes screeching for justification. "Second players." He uttered with spite lingering in his voice, his eyes narrowing into a glare as sharp as a knife and cuts easily like a razor. He walked pass Matthew and towards the exit, but stopped half way. "Life is like a game; if there are first players, there will definitely be second players." He proceeded to the exit without another word, leaving Matthew all by himself.