2P!F.A.C.E. X Child!Reader - Ch. 9

-Dudes, this is a 2p story so expect some colorful language- except from Oliver. He doesn't say those naughty words~! Oh, and expect some violence, too.- 


-Francois POV-
- meanwhile-

    "Now's not the time... L-Luciano and the others... They're here." Your voice whispered in a very shaky voice. Francois had almost froze in place, unsure of what to say or do. If he were to leave the house, there was no way he would make it in time. The others were already gone, and there was no way to tell them the situation that you were in. 

    "...Francois.... Help..." The sound of your voice helped Francois snap out of his Hypnotic-state. There was a loud bang on your side of the line, as if a door had been kicked open. There was another bang shortly after that, but it was a lot smaller, and almost sounded as if the phone had been thrown down to the floor. Francois could hear you screaming somewhere nearby, but it was muffled as if someone was trying to keep you quiet. 

    His teeth clenched tightly, and his grip tightened around the phone. He didn't want to hear it anymore, but he couldn't stop listening. He could hear Kuro and Lutz talking to each other. Lutz had asked a question along the line of,"... Who is this?" 

    Kuro had replied with,"I, too, am unsure of his identity..." 

    Francois's eyebrow cocked up a bit, at that word. His? What did they mean by that? Francois thought, (Name) is definitely a young girl, not a boy. As Francois's thoughts  grew more and more confused, the words you had told him earlier began to drift into his head,"...Besides, if they saw me now, I'm afraid they wouldn't recognize me..." 

    Was that what you had meant? You had cut you (h/c) to disguise yourself to look like a little boy? Francois asked. Of course, that had to be it. You had done it so no one would be able to recognize you on the streets, so you could leave the house without having to worry about getting grabbed by someone. After all, it was Francois who had told you that there was a reward put out for you. Francois sighed with a small smile, you really were one smart little kid.  

    Francois focused his attention to what was happening on your end of the line. Luciano was the only one speaking at this time, but it wasn't in english, it was in Italian, so there was no way for Francois to understand what he was saying. But he did recognize one of the questions as,"Do you speak english?" 

    Someone had replied in Italian, but it didn't sound like you. The voice was way too deep to be yours, unless you had lowered your pitch to sound more like a boy, to give your disguise its "finishing touch". There was hardly a chance that anyone would see through your charade. Francois was sure that they would leave you, that they wouldn't waste any more of their time on someone they weren't looking for. 

    There was a long pause of silence after you had replied to his question. Francois could make out the sound of people shuffling around somewhere near the ground. There were a few footsteps near the receiver, but they were a lot closer than the sound of the shuffling that had came before it.

    "You're a bad liar, (Name)..." Luciano said quietly, Francois's eyes widened. How? How did he see through your act? Even if Francois was there himself, he would be completely sure that even he wouldn't be able to see through your disguise, so how could Luciano...?  

    There was a sudden yelp, that he had automatically thought had come from you. Francois clenched his teeth, from the sounds of things, he assumed that you had been, more or less, put to sleep for the time being. 

    Francois pulled his ear away from the phone and hung up. He punched the wall in irritation. There was nothing he could do to prevent you from being stolen by those three, but he wished that he could have at least done something to help you. 

    Though Francois tried not to act like it... He was actually just as worried as Al was when it came to getting you back here safe. That's why he had made sure to keep in contact with you. So he would be able to call you, and check to see if you were alright. 

    Francois sat down on the couch, staring at the ground, lost in his thoughts. He had no idea of what he was going to do next, but one thing was for sure. He had to do whatever he could to make sure you got back to him and the others safe.


-You POV-

    When you awoke you were extremely sore, it felt almost as if had been sleeping on hard bricks. You opened you eyes, rubbing them tiredly. You didn't recognize the room you were in at all. It took you a minute to process everything that had gone on within the last 24 hours. 

    When you remembered, you couldn't help but cringe. Luciano, Kuro, and Lutz had found you, and they kidnapped you. You frowned, hugging your knees, instantly regretting running away from Oliver, and the others. 

    Now that you thought back on it, it was very stupid of you to have ran away like that. They haven't done anything besides help you... And you just ran off without thinking twice about it. Every single one of them are worried sick, trying to find you, to get you to come back home. But it was a little too late now, wasn't it? Luciano has you, and there's no way in hell that he's going to let you slip away.

    You buried your head in your knees, a tight knot forming in your throat. You would give anything to go back, now. You would do anything... Anything, just to be back in the house with those four.  Human or not, they had acted more like family to you these past few days more than anyone has ever even tried. 

    "I see you're awake." A Japanese accent said coldly. You looked up, Kuro was standing in the large doorway. This was the only time you actually bothered to look around the room. The walls were a bright white color, the frames of the windows were golden, covered with crimson red curtains. There were beautiful red roses in every corner of the room. There was even a fireplace across from where you laying, which was apparently on a soft velvety red couch. In front of the couch was a glass coffee table, with, of course, a small bouquet of flowers sitting in the middle.

    Paintings lined the walls, they all looked as if they had been painted by famous artist of the past, but it was very clear that each of them were only a couple decades old. It made you a little curious as to who was responsible for painting them.

    Kuro glared at you, he was holding a tray in his hands. He walked towards you and placed the tray down on the coffee table in front of you. On the tray was a glass of crystal clear water, and what seemed to be a plate of delicious looking pasta. Your stomach growled at the sight of it. Kuro's flame red eyes stared down at you emotionlessly. 

    "Luciano asked me to bring this to you, and as much as I didn't want to, I cannot refuse anything he orders me to do. Eat, don't eat  I do not care of your choice." Kuro turned his back,"I'll be leaving now. When you're finished, just leave your tray by the door. Do not even think of trying to escape, this place is full of security cameras. I watch over each of them myself. If I notice any funny business, I promise you both your arms and your legs are going to be missing the next morning." 

    With that, he left the room, making sure to shut the door behind him. He also avoided making any eye contact with you in his way out. You let out a small sigh when the door closed, your graze slow drifting from the closed door to the tray of food. You weren't really sure if you should trust it or not. Luciano or Kuro could have easily poisoned it, but why would they bother? They wouldn't spend years trying to get you just so they could kill you. 

    You scooted off the couch, and sat on the floor in front of the small table. The only eating utensil on the tray was a fork. Usually, with anything so fancy looking, a spoon, knife, and fork would be placed on the tray. You figured that they didn't want you having a knife, just as a safety precaution.  But of course a fork is just as dangerous, they could be used as a weapon, they were just a lot more dull when compared to a knife. 

    You picked up the fork, stabbing one of the pasta noodles. You slowly raised it to your mouth, your stomach growled loudly once more. It hated how you were going moving slowly. As soon as the fork was next to your lips you opened your mouth, and popped the noodle inside. You chewed pretty quickly, due to the magnificent taste it had. You were very eager to get the rest inside your stomach.

    As soon as you were finished you took a few sips of the water, and did as Kuro had asked, placing the tray by the door. You turned back, looking around the large room. 

    There wasn't much to do in here, from what you could see, the room was completely bare of books. There were a few dressers, but you figured they were just filled of clothes. Mostly because there was a bed in the far back of the room, only a little bit away from the couch you had been sleeping on.

    "This is most likely Luciano's room... It only makes sense. He couldn't have exactly put me in any other place." You frowned. Since there was nothing to do, you grabbed the fork off the tray and walked back over to the couch. When you returned to the couch you jumped up on the couch and sat there, fiddling with the fork. 

You then placed your left hand on the couch, spreading out your fingers. (Knife game, anyone~? Heehee.)  You had seen the older kids at the elementary play this game once before, but they were using the erasers of their pencils. You figured it was Better than doing nothing, besides you were in pretty good control of whatever object you held in your hands. There was no way you were going to get hurt. 

    You slowly went over each space in between your fingers with the fork, but over time you began to go a little faster, and even faster as more time passed.  The game itself was a little thrilling, but boredom still crept it's way up you. You sighed, putting the fork down. You had succeeded in not hitting any of your fingers, but it wasn't even a real challenge to you.

    You got up, placing the fork back onto the tray. At that moment the door opened, and Kuro walked in along with the German Lutz. You took a step back, staring at them both. 

    "What were you doing?" Kuro questioned harshly. 

    "Playing a game..." You answered, looking him straight in the eyes. You were afraid of Kuro, you knew he could kill you if he wanted, but he couldn't do so, Not with Luciano around anyway. You smirked a bit, you could do anything you wanted, and they couldn't do a single thing to stop you, not unless Luciano asked them to. 

    "Don't lie to me, girl. What were you doing?" He asked again. 

    "I wasn't lying to you, Idiota." You said with a large grin on your face,"You were watching me from the cameras, si? Then you should know I was just playing around with the fork, nothing more." You then continued to turn around, you let out a fake yawn,"You can go now, take lutz with you, per favore? I am pretty tired, after all, just looking at your faces wares me out quite a bit." 

    "Is it because you have to look up to us, shorty?" Lutz asked, with a grin, as he picked you up from the ground. You squirmed around.

    "P-Put me down!" You shouted loudly, your face turning red with both embarrassment and pure anger. You could almost see the edges of Kuro's lips twist upwards into a smile. Lutz laughed, lifting you up a little higher. You squeezed your eyes shut, and shut your mouth. 

    "Alright, I'll put you down now~." Lutz chuckled, placing you down on the ground. You glared at him, he just grinned. "You're pretty tough, but seriously, you should respect us just a little bit more, alright? And don't mind anything this guy says." Lutz told you, throwing his arm around Kuro's shoulder,"He may not look it but he's a softy~." 

    "I am not, please reframe from telling the child lies." Kuro hissed, looking at the ground, his cheeks were tinted a pale shade of pink. 

    "I'm not lying, and you know it." Lutz told him,"Anyway, Luciano wants to talk to you, so where you like it or not, Frau, you're going to have to come with us." You blinked, your (e/c) eyes staring up at lutz curiously. Luciano wasn't to talk with me? You thought, I wonder what he wants? 

    "Alright." You sighed,"I'll come with you."