12/05/2011  00:38:20  Malfatto  Micheletto  Why did it have to be him? Anyone but him and Malfatto would never second guess his actions. Through his mask he stared at the syringe in his hands, rolling it between his fingers. Why him? The one man he could call friend. A man he loved with part of his heart.
12/05/2011  00:38:33  Malfatto  Micheletto  ((... Fuck. I'm not done yet, hold up.))
12/05/2011  00:42:09  Malfatto  Micheletto  Malfatto had found himself numb when Cesare called him in to his office and gave him the instructions to find Miguel and kill him. He walked out, dazed an unsure. Could he? But now he stood outside the man's home, contemplating the task at hand and finally he sighed, walking to the door and knocking quickly with sharp knuckles. Please don't be home, please don't be home...
12/05/2011  00:50:54  Micheletto  Malfatto  Sadly for Malfatto, indeed, he was home. Micheletto reluctantly opened the door, peeking out it before opening it fully and ushering the elder man in. "Malfatto..." he exhaled deeply from relief, closing the door after he entered in. "I was worried you may have been a guard... or maestro..." staring vacantly at the door handle, there was a hint of regret and fear in his voice. (con)
12/05/2011  00:52:50  Micheletto  Malfatto  "Malfatto... I fear Cesare is still very much unhappy with me..." his tone wavered now and he turned to face the dottore, forcing a smile to his lips. "Ah, never mind that now though... Why have you come, my friend?"
12/05/2011  00:55:25  Malfatto  Micheletto  The mention of Cesare made Malfatto flinch. Oh, yes, he was very unhappy but that question was going to be the death of him. Shakily he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug, just wanting nothing more than to be right here. "Y..." but his voice was so broken, "Your Maestro... sent me." he admitted softly in a pathetic whimper.
12/05/2011  01:04:50  Micheletto  Malfatto  Embracing him back tightly, he wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him close and shutting his eyes. But upon hearing those words, his grip went just slightly slack, his eyes opened slowly, staring blankly at his home in front of him. "Cesare sent you... To... /Talk/ with me...?" Please, let this be the case, he thought. He didn't want to end this way. The pace of his breathing quickened.
12/05/2011  01:07:45  Malfatto  Micheletto  There was just a slight noise from him as he shook his head slowly. "No." he told him simply. There was only one other reason why the dottore was there then, and it wasn't a reason either of them would enjoy, "But I don't want to, Miguel. You are my friend! I can't..." as much time as they had spent hurting and comforting each other, to end his life was something Malfatto could not think of.
12/05/2011  01:17:36  Micheletto  Malfatto  Taking a quick step backwards, he stared Malfatto down. "No..." in shock, he put his hands on his shoulders, tightening his grip, "You... You won't will you? To die at the hands of my best friend... under the orders of the one I love!" his fingers curled into the waxy coat, "You wouldn't... You can't..." Micheletto was trembling. This was the worst fate Cesare could have delivered to him.
12/05/2011  01:21:46  Malfatto  Micheletto  "He has Vi..." he told him weakly, looking at him. It was the only playing card Cesare had against the dottore and it was a trump card - to hold Vi was to hold what little sanity Malfatto had left. He reached up to remove his mask, setting it aside - it look like he had already shed tears. "I don't know what to do, Miguel..."
12/05/2011  01:29:57  Micheletto  Malfatto  "Vittorio..." Micheletto spoke quietly, thoughts running through his mind at a pace he couldnt keep up with. But one was caught. "...Then... Do it..." Reluctantly, he sighed with those two words. The critical words that may very well meet his death. But to be so selfish and have Malfatto live yet another crushing memory of tragedy, he couldn't allow it.
12/05/2011  01:30:05  Micheletto  Malfatto  He would gladly die to ensure his happiness with Vittorio.
12/05/2011  01:34:04  Malfatto  Micheletto  Malfatto looked at him, shaking his head. "No, Miguel, I can't..." he told him, reaching up to take one of his hands, pressing that rough palm against his cheek, "I care far too much for you to do it." he felt tears pushing at his eyes again - hot and painful, "You are my friend and I love you as such. Per favore, run away. Get out of Roma..."
12/05/2011  01:36:26  Malfatto  Micheletto  ((WHY DO I KEEP WRITING SAD SHIT IF IT MAKES ME SAD))
12/05/2011  01:36:45  Micheletto  Malfatto  ((ITS KIND OF OBVIOUS IT WOULD? ASFHASNHFAKSJFNH I LIKE SAD, SADLY..))
12/05/2011  01:37:49  Micheletto  Malfatto  ((Would it be okay for Mich to kiss Malfatto? Just out of desperateness? XD))
12/05/2011  01:38:11  Malfatto  Micheletto  ((Of course. I don't see why not.))
12/05/2011  01:41:02  Micheletto  Malfatto  Shakily, he chuckled under his breath. "And do what? My home... my life is here... I cannot just go back to Spain." he curled his hands quickly around the back of Malfatto's head, knotting fingers in his hair and pulling him in close to kiss him hastily, tears running down his cheeks. "No, Malfatto... Cesare will find us and have me and you both killed... Kill me here..."
12/05/2011  01:46:23  Malfatto  Micheletto  The kiss startled him but made him sob in to his mouth, reaching up to clutch his arms tightly so he wouldn't just crumple to the ground. "Please.." but he didn't know what he was begging for now. For the first time in his life, he did not want to kill. He nudged against his stomach, motioning towards the stairs. "To your room then." if anything, Miguel was going to die peacefully at the least.
12/05/2011  01:51:40  Micheletto  Malfatto  Breathing hard against his lips, he nodded, feeling faint as if he could barely stay on his feet. As much as he did not want to die, it was a necessary sacrifice, and Vittorio had much to live for in life with the dottore. Swaying slightly, he stepped slowly to where Malfatto directed, all the while wiping his eyes of the stinging tears flooding them.
12/05/2011  01:55:21  Malfatto  Micheletto  He stepped in to the familiar room behind him, urging him to the bed. He removed his heavy coat but let him get comfortable in his own way before urging him to lay on his bed. They had some time and Malfatto wasn't ready to say goodbye. He half laid against him, half laid on him to hug him, wanting more of this warmth he would never have again.
12/05/2011  01:55:47  Malfatto  Micheletto  *half laid on him, half sat next to him - jesus what is proper typing
12/05/2011  01:57:54  Micheletto  Malfatto  ((Did he remove his own coat or Michelettos? Just to double check XD))
12/05/2011  01:58:05  Micheletto  Malfatto  ((*Its late dont judge me))
12/05/2011  01:58:25  Malfatto  Micheletto  ((Miguel's. GO TO BED))
12/05/2011  01:58:49  Micheletto  Malfatto  ((FUCK THAT ITS ONLY 2AM. IM NOT SOME KIND OF FUCKING CHILD ~))
12/05/2011  02:01:21  Malfatto  Micheletto  ((FINE JEEZE))
12/05/2011  02:02:28  Micheletto  Malfatto  Micheletto's chest was tight as the other lay against him, his heart beat quick, almost painful. He wondered, what would happen when all was over? Would the very Papacy that employed him be correct in saying he was a sinner and would go to hell? Would there be anything at all? None of it mattered.
12/05/2011  02:02:35  Micheletto  Malfatto  For now he would just enjoy the little time he had left with his best friend, wishing it would last forever.
12/05/2011  02:05:41  Malfatto  Micheletto  Why did he have to lose his only friend? Why did he have to do it? He tried not to think, tried to get rid of the pounding in his head, curled up against him and holding him tight. "You won't feel a thing." he promised to him weakly, "It'll just be like... going to sleep." he had the serum specifically made for children that needed to be put out of pain.
12/05/2011  02:05:54  Malfatto  Micheletto  A double dose of that would take out a full grown man.
12/05/2011  02:06:45  Micheletto  Malfatto  ((Fuck man... God this hurts.))
12/05/2011  02:10:46  Micheletto  Malfatto  Trying hard to pace his breathing, each came out in a sob. Micheletto was one who feared death, but he never imagined death to be Malfatto. No, he wouldn't think of it this way. In a way, he was lucky. It would be painless. And the last face he saw would be his. Miguel just nodded, letting out a quiet, clearly frightened noise before pulling Malfatto's ear to his mouth,
12/05/2011  02:11:02  Micheletto  Malfatto  "I don't care... Just... hold me when it ends..."
12/05/2011  02:19:09  Malfatto  Micheletto  ((Sorry! D:))
12/05/2011  02:19:22  Micheletto  Malfatto  ((DONT BE? *cuddle*))
12/05/2011  02:22:28  Malfatto  Micheletto  "Of course." Malfatto nodded slowly and leaned up away from him. With trembling hands he reached for the syringe on his belt, a small bottle of wiping alcohol and a cloth. Numbly he rolled one of Miguel's sleeves up, running his finger up and down his arm to stimulate the vein. When it showed he took the cloth and soaked it in the alochol, wiping it over his flesh to clean it. (con)
12/05/2011  02:23:42  Malfatto  Micheletto  He did not speak as he took the syringe full of a clear liquid and tapped out the air, holding the arm still in his other hand. "Please... please don't jerk, okay?" he felt a new wave of tears pricking his eyes as he lined up the needle to the vein against his wrist, blinking them out so he would be able to see clearly and not hurt him.
12/05/2011  02:33:44  Micheletto  Malfatto  He simply nodded in response, eyes tightly shutting. He clenched and unclenched his hand to make the veins more clear, preparing for it. Even with his eyes closed, the tears worked their way through, trickling down the sides of his cheeks, stilling his arm as soon as he felt the needle touch his skin. Taking deep breaths he opened his eyes to look into Malfatto's, hurting him more, but in an (con)
12/05/2011  02:36:39  Micheletto  Malfatto  odd way comforting. That vibrant blue made him happy. But to see them sting with tears in such a way... it did not help. He wanted the elder man to be happy... But how could he help. He instead waited for that needle to puerce his skin, fighting all the trembling that sensations that rattled through him.
12/05/2011  02:37:21  Micheletto  Malfatto  ((Fuck my typing is off tonight..))
12/05/2011  02:40:18  Malfatto  Micheletto  It was just a tiny pinch in to his skin. The liquid was warm as it entered his blood stream and when Malfatto had emptied the barrel he slowly withdrew it and pressed the cloth tightly over the spot to stop the bleeding. He felt numb and cold and like his heart was shattering in his chest. Miguel would have ten minutes now, maybe fifteen at the most. (con)
12/05/2011  02:42:44  Malfatto  Micheletto  When he was sure the bleeding wouldn't be a problem he leaned back over him, pressing against him as he wrapped his arms around his neck and pushed his forehead against the other's. There was a small, sob-ish whimper there as he kissed him weakly. "Miguel... Mio Dio, Miguel..." and he freely cried now, sobbing like a child that had just lost his puppy...
12/05/2011  02:50:49  Micheletto  Malfatto  There was a little shooting pain when the needle pierced his skin, though it was more than easy to bare. Taking a sharp, deep breath in, he felt himself crumble as the strange sensations of warmth worked through his veins. Though he still had some time left, the tears subsided, slowly feeling drowsiness wash over his body, barely feeling the other leaning on him. (con)
12/05/2011  02:54:05  Micheletto  Malfatto  Softly kissing him back, his hands slowly slid up to hold the sides of his face, thumbing his cheeks as he whispered, "It's okay... You will be okay..." And that was all that mattered. Malfatto would be safe. But with the understanding everything would end, he felt a pang in his chest... He could no longer cry, but he felt like it. He wanted this all to last a little bit longer. To hold Malfatto.
12/05/2011  02:54:12  Micheletto  Malfatto  Ten minutes wasn't long enough...
12/05/2011  03:02:04  Malfatto  Micheletto  No. No, he wouldn't be okay after this. Part of him was dying on this bed. "I'm sorry." he murmured, pinching his eyes shut in a feeble attempt to stop his tears, "I'm so sorry, Miguel, forgive me..." he held on to him like he was trying to keep him there, trying to keep him with him, "I'm sorry." he didn't want Miguel to go. He didn't want to be alone again.
12/05/2011  03:10:08  Micheletto  Malfatto  A weak smile spread across his lips. Gentle. "There is nothing to forgive, amico mio..." his breathing was beginning to slow. Everything was. The things he saw moving dreamily about him as he slowly became more and more languid. It was a peacful death. "It is better this way..." Stroking the soft blonde tufts on Malfatto's head that he loved so much, he thought to himself once more of what (con)
12/05/2011  03:12:01  Micheletto  Malfatto  would become of him when all was over. Perhaps there would be more than simple nothing. Perhaps more peaceful than eternal flame. Maybe there was another, better life waiting for him. Perhaps some day, he would see his friend once more. Hold him in this way. Only he would be happy.
12/05/2011  03:19:10  Malfatto  Micheletto  Malfatto recognized it - the drowsiness and the way his eyes were slipping further and further closed. It hurt him so badly to watch, he moved up just a little bit so he could kiss him and all over his face. "Miguel." he spoke brokenly, petting one of his cheeks tenderly, "Riposa in pace, amore mio..."
12/05/2011  03:24:53  Micheletto  Malfatto  Those words shattered him so... But they allowed him to pass pleasantly. "Amore...?" he whimpered quietly, still holding Malfatto and thumbing his cheeks, before it all stopped. His eyes fell shut, and all that followed was a quiet sigh, barely recognizable, but nevertheless somewhat of a confession. ".../Ti amo/..." And finally he went limp, arms slacking and slowly falling to his side.
12/05/2011  03:32:40  Malfatto  Micheletto  "Miguel?" no. No, no, no. He watched as he just... stopped working. "Miguel..." he wanted to beg to the gods above for him to just wake up again. He wanted him to be alive, but he knew there was no point in begging. Still, he did not move - he stayed curled up on his chest, now unable to cry anymore. You don't cry when you die and part of him was Miguel... he shouldn't be crying. (con)
12/05/2011  03:36:16  Malfatto  Micheletto  But he needed the fading warmth from his companion, until he went totally cold and he felt like he could move. He took the jacket though, tucked it under his arm, and left to find Cesare standing outside, waiting for him. Malfatto could not speak, even as Vi was practically thrown at him and just took his lover home. (con)
12/05/2011  03:38:34  Malfatto  Micheletto  There he stripped down and curled up in Miguel's jacket, unwilling to interact with the cruel, unforgiving world that had taken so much from him. Part of him was gone - he would never be the same again and it would take a lot of time for these wounds to heal... But they would, slowly. And he would find some normality sooner or later.
12/05/2011  03:38:59  Malfatto  Micheletto  ((AUGH. OKAY. Done with the sad now, fuck.))
12/05/2011  03:39:17  Micheletto  Malfatto  ((ASDHASKFHKASJHFSNKASF))
12/05/2011  03:39:25  Micheletto  Malfatto  ((OW. OW OW OW. OW MY HEART. OW.))
12/05/2011  03:40:47  Micheletto  Malfatto  ((God dammit that killed me *I need tissues*))