9Okay guys, here's a brand new story (Even though I'm nowhere near done with the other one...). For those of you waiting for my other fanfics, I'm sorry, but I was bored, had nothing to do and this story had been bothering me for months now. Soooo yeah.
Hope you enjoy it~
Prologue
"When the Earth was young and the gods roamed among the living, people were born in pairs, sealed by destiny to be together for all of eternity. Everyone lived with their soulmates and happily brought about their lives.
The gods were happy for this, because the pairs loved each other so much. there was no room in their hearts for hatred, making wars nonexistent.
However, the god of the underworld was not happy, so he separated the joined beings and spread them far apart around the earth.
The gods were upset for this, but the evil god's magic was much too powerful for even them to break, so they had no way of joining the people of the earth back to their soulmates."
"This is my favorite part!" A young girl with red hair whispered to her small, dark-haired friend as they listened to the man tell the story.
"And so, the gods came with an agreement to help the poor humans find a way back to their beloved ones. They declared that all humans shall be given a special gem that makes them feel good when their soulmate is close, and uncomfortable when they're far apart." The young Italian man bent down, lightly touching the dark-haired child's necklace, drawing attention to the small, tear-shaped amethyst crystal on it. "That's why you two brats have your amulets, so that you too can find your lost halves as well."
"That's so romantic!" The red-head jumped up from her seat on the floor, yelling at the top of her lungs. The young man cringed.
"Oi, Miranda, calm down," he instructed, pulling her back down rather roughly.
"That's weird.." The dark-haired girl said softly, easily gaining the attention of both the Irish girl and the Italian.
"What's weird, Maria?" The redhead, Miranda, asked.
"Your story," she said thoughtfully as she looked at the Italian man. "It's weird. Evil gods? Soulmates? Other Halves? Magic Crystals? It doesn't make sense to me. It sounds like something out of a fairytale..."
The Italian was about to respond when the door to the bedroom opened and a tall, somewhat sophisticated man walked into the room. Miranda jumped up to sling herself onto him.
"Big Brother!" She yelled right next to his ear, causing him to make a face. He settled her down before looking at the Italian.
"Hello Lovino. Did she cause any trouble?"
"Not at all. I was telling them a story just now." The Italian, Lovino, said. Although he acted polite, Lovino was slightly shaking because of the man. He wasn't very fond of English people, and Maria knew that very well.
"Mama, can we go home now?" She asked, pulling at the young man's sleeve to gain his attention. She succeeded, for he turned grateful eyes to her and helped her get up off the ground.
"Yes we can. Your father is probably home already," he said, taking her hand to leave. "But stop calling me Mother. I'm a guy."
The pair exchanged goodbyes to the other two as they exited the building, walking down dark streets. The sun had fallen already in the bustling city of San Jose, and the two hurried to reach home before it got too dark and the thugs started to come out.
Finally, they reached their destination. A small, humble neighborhood made up almost entirely of spanish-speaking folks and taco stands. He greeted the neighbor as he searched for the keys to the house. He finally did and he unlocked the door, lightly patting his daughter's back to urge her in. They both finally settled down on the couch and Lovino let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm so glad to be out of that Brit's house," he said more to himself. "I wouldn't have survived another minute in there..."
Maria just listened, leaning onto his side to provide some sort of comfort. He responded by wrapping a protective arm around her, bringing her closer.
Ever since he and Antonio had adopted her when she was three, she had learned to read Lovino's actions like an open book, much to his relief. He had been afraid of losing her affection and getting accused of being a bad parent because of his attitude, but the girl had proved to be very patient for the last two years and didn't mind his antics at all.
He smiled to himself as he recalled the day Antonio had suggested on getting a child. He had absolutely flipped out on the poor guy and even ended up breaking a window and five vases in the process somehow. But the Spaniard had been an insensitive jerk as always and practically dragged him to the orphanage, trying to calm him down on the way there. He remembered the fat woman at the front desk and the awful face she made when she realized that the two men were a couple, and he remembered the big play room she led them into, a group of kids in the corner catching Lovino's attention.
They were playing soccer, the two boys refusing to let a small Mexican girl get the ball. They called her names and constantly compared her with another girl who was apparently better than her at the sport, and the whole scene made Lovino's heart twist. Unhappy memories of his childhood had flashed right in front of him as he watched the boys tease her, eventually pushing her to the ground. Finally, and much to his husband's surprise, he just walked straight up the girl, kneeled down on the ground wrapping his arms protectively around the surprised girl and practically scared the shit out of the boys with a piercing glare.
He broke out of his thoughts when he felt Maria wiggle out of his grasp and run towards the now open door to hug whoever had just arrived. He looked up just in time to watch her latch on to Antonio's leg as he tried to walk over to sit next to him on the couch.
Lovino couldn't help but let a tiny smile adorn his face.
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