Chapter 1

Welcome to this shithole called Carina. A farmers city with more cows than humans. Where people live with little to no money. Where people without work are known as lazy bastards, and those with work are just normal.

That's at least what I - Lovino Vargas - know. Of course, there are the richer parts of the city, but if you want to call someone with a wooden house rich, then it's fine with me. But don't complain when you find out that the beds are made out of wood, with nothing soft to sleep on.

Carina - this damned shithole - is a city located somewhere in the Milky Way. At a planet called Formaggio. Apparently it's some sort of old language. I've forgotten what it means. Formaggio is part of the U.O.I.S, or more commonly known as Union of the Outer and Inner Space. Fucking stupid name if you ask me. Currently we're in Outer Space. The place where the poor and sick live. Inner Space is apparently the opposite. Rich and healthy people live there; kings, nobles and priests.

Every planet has a king, but the king usually lives in Inner Space. Our king is an exception. Actually, he's my grandpa Rome. I don't know anyone as trusting and naïve as him. As you probably know, I don't have any parents. You maybe think that I live at my grandpa's, but you're fucking wrong. In this fucking galaxy you can only live with your parents. Unless they pass away; then you're allowed to live at some sort of guardian. And I don't have one. Nor two or three. No one can take me and Feliciano - my little brother - to their home. So for two weeks, we've lived on the street, not being able to work due to our age. We can't live at our grandpa's, 'cause the law forbids it. We've survived this far by stealing and running.

I know we're princes, but that doesn't mean that we have the right to a throne. No, here you vote for who you want to be king. Rome have been the winner for as far as I can remember. But enough about explanations. Let's see how miserable my life is.

Lovino closes the book he's been writing in. Right beside him is his little brother Feliciano, and in front of him is the handsome stranger who picked them up on the street. The waiting room is dead quiet; it's never really used except for royalties who've wanted to visit. Not that they've wanted to. They're usually forced.

"Vee~! Do you think he will help us, brother?" Feliciano whispers with his usual smile stuck on his face. By him he probably means the stranger, and by help us he means what the stranger said earlier. "You don't know me, but your parents did. I'm an old friend of theirs, and now that they've passed away, I want to help you, just like they helped me." Lovino glances in the direction of the brown-haired, green-eyed bastard who tried to help them. The bastard, as Lovino calls him, doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he seems to be busy with some sort of call. Lovino can only make out a few words, like 'get', 'brother', 'home' and 'help', but that's enough. 'He's probably calling someone who he wants to give us to. There's no way someone will want us!' Lovino thinks, not noticing that he accidentally said it out loud.

Feliciano tries his best to look like he didn't hear anything, just because he knows that his brother is like that. Instead, he hugs Lovino, just to show that he's not alone. Lovino can't help but feel bad for his innocent brother, who doesn't know what's going on. Sure, Lovino knows nothing as well, but he knows more than Feliciano.

"Ah, let's go, Lovi and Feli!" The bastard says with a bright smile. 'Lovi? Feli?' Lovino can't help but wonder what kind of man the bastard is. He doesn't seem like a person who will make them his slaves, but it's always the one you least expect who does it. That is how Lovino thinks. Never trust anyone, even if they help you. Especially not if they help you. Lovino and Feliciano follow the stranger to one of the ships. It's one of those super luxurious, expensive ships, meaning that the bastard is probably rich or a noble. Maybe both.

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The ship is decorated nicely, with red and golden colors. Lovino vaguely remember that the colors belong to some sort of planet called Sacapuntas. A planet in the Inner Space. Lovino were right when he thought the bastard was rich. The ship has two big bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom and a control room.

Some sort of servant shows the brothers to one of the bedrooms. This one is decorated in green, white and red. A bowl of tomatoes is standing on a table in the middle of the room. Next to the table is a couch made in some kind of expensive material. Behind the couch are two single beds. Lovino and Feliciano barely have time to put down their - few - belongings, before they're shoved to the bathroom.

The room is basically a big tub, covering half of the room, and a porcelain toilet hidden behind a door. Lovino notice the fragrance of lavender and honey, this time noticing what's happening. The servants are stripping him of his clothes! "I can do it myself, you bastards!" He shouts at them, blushing a bit because they're both female.

"Brother be nice." Feliciano says with a worried look.

"Like hell I will! Why are we even here?!"

"Vee~. Because we stink. We haven't taken a bath for almost three weeks!"

First now Lovino notice where the fragrance is coming from. On a shelf to his left stands a bottle of soap. And he also realize that he smells. Badly. Well, if there's a chance to clean himself up, then he'll gladly take it. But he can't help but wonder what the bastard wants them to do. Cleaning them up and giving them a room to sleep doesn't sound like something a bad person would do. But never trust anyone. Right?

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And there I'll take a break. I have school, piano and karate tomorrow, so we'll see if I have time to write.

Reviews are welcome!

Carina = Italian for cute. Female form.

Formaggio = Italian for cheese.

Sacapuntas = Spanish for pencil sharpener.

I know, I know. The names are horrible, but I ran out of ideas.

Thanks for reading and have a happy day! ( ^ω^ )