Unspoken sorrows [Itacest Fanfiction] Part 2~

Feliciano sighed as the two men stepped into the house, It was big and not too big at the same time, though Feli should be happy to be in a place where he wouldn't be ridiculed or hurt any longer he couldn't help but want to crawl under a rock and die witch he would gladly do. He looked over to Lovino waiting for orders or something to do when the man spoke, "Feliciano I'll go make dinner ok? You can do what ever you want in the mean time explore the house nod if you understand," the small Italian nodded then took off to find something to do.

Feli roamed the halls checking every room, he counted an average of fifteen different rooms so far in what he assumed would be his new home. He stopped when he came across a room with a canvas in it and some paints on the side, 'an art room?' he thought as he sat down in the stool in front of the white canvas, he took out some paint's and a brush as he began to paint on it with expert strokes and concentration, he sighed painting a pedal of the flower he was creating and he worked on the other pedals of the white rose having some of them peel off and flutter to the bloody water he painted under the pure rose, he painted a gloomy background and then added some blood drip along the thorns and stem of the wonderful rose. 

He sighed adding his artistic signature and staring at his work a bit proud when he felt a hand on his shoulder, "Nice painting I like it..It's a bit gory though" He chuckled as he held a plate of spiced tomatoes and pasta, "You hungry?" he asked looking over the Italian. 

The boy shook his head, then took the black paint brush and paint writing over his work not even caring if he ruined it, he wrote the word, 'tired' along the canvas then looked at the other. 

Lovino chuckled, "Alright..I'll show you to your room then.." He smiled holding his hand out for the other to take, the Italian just looked at it and got up by himself, Lovino sighed, "Alright this way Feliciano..." he said and walked him to a room with a light blue bed set an light blue walls, "Here It is I hope you like it" He smiled looking over to the boy. 

Feliciano had never been in such a nice place to cal his own. The smaller Italian walked over to the bed and layed down getting under the covers. Lovino watched him and sighed a bit, he knew this would be a challange, Feli seemed to have given up happieness or hope, it was depressing to see to be honest. It made Lovino want to hug him tell him everything would be alright, but the elder man never would do such a thing, his pride forbade it. So instead of giving the other male encouragement he just simply sighed and turned the light off walking away and shuting the door.

 

 

 

Lovino sighed a bit and picked up his cellphone, he dialed a number and waited for the other male to pick up. It probably rang about four times before the spaniard picked up. "Hey Antonio, I got one. He's pretty beat up and can't talk. I'm not exactly sure why though."

 

There was a chuckle on the other line, "So, mi tomate decided to help another eh? I never thought I would see the day~"

Lovino scoffed, "...yea yea....laugh it up fucker. I called to tell you I need you to pick a few things up for me."

 

"Ah? what are thoes Lovi~?" He asked a hint of michif in his voice.

 

"...We'll since the kid can't speak I wanted to ask you to bring by a few notepads and pens. Also some painting supply's he seems to be quite the artist."

 

"Will do Lovino~! I'll be by tomorrow work is pretty tough right now, were trying to pinpoint the leader to this whole slave operation. It's tough being a cop y'know?"

 

"Yea...I know....did you forget I'm a cop too Idioto?" he chuckled softly.

 

"Yep! now I have to go~ Duty calls! Bye!" he clicked the phone shut.

 

Lovino sighed as the phone call droped. He then went to his own bedroom to retire for the night. He thought about how he would lift the other's spirits though he was bad at making people feel better, maybe it would be a good thing Toni was coming over tomorrow, maybe he could cheer up the kid.