Only Human

Chapter 1

 Luciano stumbled backwards. He had never been faced with such a strange feeling before. He had never come to a point when his victim was winning against him. He stumbled back again. Was this the point in which he was going to lose everything? Would he fall here?

"I won't lose to you! You're not going to make me fall! No one will you bastard! I will not fall here! Andare a morire in un buco!"

 The male before him did not stop; he in fact only pulled more drastic measures. Luciano's knife made a soft thud as it hit the ground. He was now staring down the barrel of a semi-automatic Luger pistol. How unfair! Luciano had no choice but to take a step back. He didn't want to be shot. He couldn't be shot. He needed the miserable pathetic life he had. No matter how much he hated it, he didn't want to let it go.

 A loud shot rang and a scream pierced through the air. A second scream broke that one, louder and deeper than the first.

 Luciano fell backwards and felt tears build up in his eyes as his leg pounded suddenly from the impact of the bullet. Shortly after falling he heard a thud and as he glanced up he saw two figures, one before him on the ground and one standing tall over him. He couldn't make out any features as his eyes were watery and he was near passing out already. He whimpered and that was the last sound he made before his eyes fade into a sleep.

 A young German peered down at the bleeding boy. A gun was being tightly gripped in his hand.

 "verdammt" Was all he said as he left one body and lifted another.

 The young Italian seemed to tense at being picked up but Lutz didn't truly notice. He rushed to his car, gently setting the boy in his front seat.

 When Lutz started the car the Italian adjusted but he was certainly unable to awaken.

 ~*~

 Doctors peered down at the young brunette as his eyes slowly blinked open.

 He had been asleep when he got here so they rushed him in and put him under.

 A bullet had been lodged into his upper leg, nearly reaching the Femur but thankfully missing. This meant he would be able to walk again. Someday.

 "You're lucky, kid" A voice rang in his ears.

 "Had he not brought you here, this could have gotten hard." A second voice

 He? Who had brought him here? How did he end up in the place?

 He tried to speak but nothing came out. Medication prevented his words from properly forming.

 “If he’s still here, are we permitted to allow him in?” One asked.

 He nodded.

  Only 10 minutes later a tall blonde German came into the room. He didn't quite care about Luciano but he was asked not to leave. Purple eyes gazed down at the weak and fragile figure lying in the hospital bed.

 "Luciano Vargas, 17, Italian" The doctor said as he wrote down his personal information.

 Luciano.

 That name wrung like a bell through the German's ears. It was indeed Italian. It was almost beautiful. But Lutz showed no emotion

  Luciano's eyes cleared and the only one left in the room was Lutz.

 A blush suddenly dusted the Italian's cheeks.

 "Grazie" he whispered softly. The only word he had been able to form. Even if he tried others.

 Lutz nodded and sat beside the bed. That was the one Italian word he knew.

 "I didn't do it for you. He was an enemy anyways" Lutz explained, a gentle sigh escaping those lips of his.

 Luciano didn't care for stories, so he didn't care that he was some type of enemy to Lutz. The German is the reason that he was laying here. Alive. For a brief moment he sat up. 

"I don't care. I am just thanking you if anything you should accept it" He sighed.

"Whatever" That was all that was said, the German's eyes darted away. Another final word was muttered, a word in German that Luciano could not understand. But it was unimportant anyway.

 Luciano sat back in the bed and looked up. He shook his head and closed his eyes. He didn't realize how tired he really was and he fell asleep rather easily.

 ~*~

 The German was gone when he woke again. He'd gotten a thank you. There was no need for him to stay any longer.

 Luciano didn't like hospitals and he didn't want to be here but oddly enough he was glad that the strange blonde had brought him here.

 He wondered if he would ever see this male again. If he even wanted to. He had saved his life. The only problem was that he could very likely have survived this all on his own. Had he not been so stupid. So why did he want to see him again.

 He shouldn't care but something inside him was telling him that he wanted that German to be here.

 It wasn't long before the Italian's energy drained and he found himself sleeping again. Though an image ran through his mind as he drifted. A male, tall and blonde with mesmerizing purple eyes.