Food for a Stray [Lovino]

[Hamish A. Stuart]

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Tags: Lovino

Shadows around the arena quivered having come to life at that start to the match, they moved around the collapsed opponent daring them to move once more. It was as if they tasted blood and craved more. Standing in the middle of the arena watching as the shadows threatened to attack anything the moved was the victor, Hamish. The shadows moved over his exposed back creating the shape of a unicorn that appeared to be trotting in place shaking its head causing the mane to be thrown as if into the wind. A unicorn was often a symbol he would create in the arena, be it a flat form or full sized creature that ran around celebrating his victory with soundless cries. Being in the arena Hamish always seemed to attempt to create a show all on his own, the more he seemed to get the crowd begging, pleading to touch him, the better he seemed to get treated by the guards. The government knew he brought in men, the crowd seemed to grow with each of his fights and they seemed to beat more to see the ginger rip into his opponents.

Eyes stained black as ink hiding any emotion as he stared at the fallen mutant, studying them to make sure their chest still heaved with their breathing. When brought to the arena Hamish never thought twice about cutting down another mutant, it was what kept him alive down here. If he stopped fighting who was to say they wouldn’t kill him? If they didn’t kill him he could always find himself being beaten in a back room. Twenty-three years of being trapped within the system the government learned how to suppress Hamish’s power, when he wasn’t willing to do what asked they often used this to beat him into submission.

The fight was over and it was time to go back to the holding cells. The arena lights came on causing all the shadows to fade away. The unicorn on his back seemed to scream as if in pain before the shadow was wiped clean from his skin. Black eyes shut and opened to reveal bottle green eyes. The bright lights made him squint to see but he knew the procedure that took place after every fight. Guards grabbed hold of his pale thin arms leading him down the hall back toward the cells, until the next fight he would be locked away once more.
Flickering of the lights in the filth covered hall gave Hamish the shadows needed to fight the guards off and attempt and escape but he learned from his first attempt this only led to punishment and being starved until they believed he could behave. Instead he would allow himself to be locked back in the cell until the next fight. Hamish was already underweight he couldn’t allow himself to go without a meal or he wouldn’t have the strength to win his matches anymore. Long ago Hamish stopped believing he would ever be purchased and learned to follow the rules the best he could in order to avoid unnecessary injuries.

The door to his cell was shut behind the red head and he sank against the wall wishing to have a warm bed to curl up in. Soon after he entered the cell his food was slid in behind him. For once the food wasn’t anything he wanted to eat. The feeling of loneliness began to consume him. Other mutants would be purchases at the auctions even if soon after they always seemed to return. Even before he found his way to the underground Hamish never found someone who wanted him but it wasn’t much of a surprise, his own mother hated him enough to sell him.
Looking up he noticed a smaller mutant with cat ears in the cell with him. The boy wasn’t new but yet he never cared to learn the male’s name when he first was brought to the underground. Hamish hadn’t had to face the kitten in a match yet but he was sure he soon would have to turn his shadows on the frightened boy. “Ah'ament hungert th' fairn is yers. Gilravage.” Cupping his hands to make a small shadow his eyes once more turned black and shoved the plate toward the Italian. The cat like mutant seemed to need the food more than he did anyway, as a child he always did enjoy feeding strays.

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

The cheers sickened him.

Every day it was the same thing. Often times his so-called cellmate would be the one taken from his cell to the arena instead of himself, seeing he seemed to always get the crowds get quite loud each time he was up there. Of course, Lovino was not going to complain about that… He never was one that was able to do well for the whole betting game the humans had going on, not particularly one that had supernatural powers. He just had what humans called ‘shapeshifting’, or for Lovino what sounded more like ‘lame bet’.

His ears twitched when he picked up the cheers increasing in volume, then slowly dying down completely. Figuring that the fight was over, the cat mutant pushed himself into one of the farthest corners from the cell door, watching it with his hazel green orbs warily. Like any other day, the door opened and he saw the red head mutant be placed in the cell with him. As always, he looked mainly unharmed. The door was slammed shut and locked with a click, but Lovino just hugged his legs to his fragile frame and stayed silent.

He hadn’t learned the man’s name yet, nor had he ever given it a thought to ask. Though cellmates, they seemed to both keep their distances from each other. Reasoning for this for the older mutant was unknown, but Lovino’s was simple. He just couldn’t find it in himself to trust a mutant that mercilessly won every battle without hesitation. The only indication he got of this fact was how food was delivered to him every day, even after a fight in the arena.

He knew the rules of the losers all too well, having faced it himself several times. The losers got no food, and most times after losing a certain amount, they were normally used for bait. So the stronger ones could show off, of course, and gain popularity. The Italian was well aware of his position as a bait to the arena, so unconsciously he figured he was just not good enough to speak to the freckled male to begin with. Why they were placed in the same cell was a complete mystery.

The slit on the door was opened not too long after the man’s return to their shared cage, and Lovino recognized it with a simple flick of his tail before he shifted his gaze away from it, trying to ignore the scent that wavered in the air as his stomach gave off a pitiful growl. He hugged his legs tighter in attempts to suppress further noises and sighed, feeling his ears lower to lay against his head. Food of course were always given to the deserved, too. Lovino in fact have met some pathetic mutants that dropped so low in past cells he’d been located in, who would fight much like they would in the arena for a scrap of bread that would be tossed into the cell. From past experience of so, he learned quickly to not try to take food from others. His current cellmate, to add onto that, was one of the top fighters in the underground that was a crowd favorite. He must have had some gruesome powers to be able to achieve that rank… Or at least, that was what Lovino imagined. Sure didn’t want to mess with that.

He pressed his face into his knees and stayed quiet and small, rather not be bothered if all that was going to happen was such. His ears perked up only when he heard the older male speaking something, and hesitantly he glanced up, knowing they were the only ones in the room. Bets were, the red-head was either speaking to himself or trying to communicate with him. He narrowed his hues trying to understand what was being said, his attempts failing and instead his focus shifting to the plate. He couldn’t quite catch on what the man just did, but the one thing certain of course, was that the plate was pushed closer towards him.

Gulping, Lovino kept his place in the corner, peeking from the plate to the man, and back to the plate repeatedly. As if the other mutant was going to suddenly jump up and attack him, he flattened his ears once more and pressed himself further against the corner, his tail wrapping around his legs as if to huddle himself. Not being able to understand what he was just told was making this extremely difficult, but with another low rumble from his stomach, Lovino’s tail slowly uncurled. He silently glanced to the food before he finally uncurled himself, approaching the food carefully as if it was going to suddenly jump up at him. Once he reached out for what seemed like… Bread? Biscuit? It didn’t really matter, Lovino quickly shifted his body back into his corner, sitting down and taking a hesitant bite.

”…What’s the meaning of this?” He muttered cautiously after he took a bite from the food in hand, swallowing it down in a whole almost. “You can get in trouble if they find out.”

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Notes: -goes to hide from this bad post- >w<;

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 962

Tags: Lovino

Ever since the cat mutant was moved to his cell they always seemed to repeat the same process of hiding in the corner whenever the fights had ended. It was as if the male feared him and yet Hamish never raised a hand against the younger mutant. The two hadn’t ever spoken to each other since they were placed in the cell. Bottle green eyes took notice of how the cat boy hugged his legs closed to his body trying to make himself as small as possible. What did he think would happen if he took up space? Did he believe the red head would attack him for fun?

When it came to fighting Hamish never really did mind having to fight against the mutants trapped here. When he was a child he often fought in the academy and found himself getting any type of physical punishment you could imagine. He was thought fighting was no way to control his anger and yet the underground encouraged it. Occasionally another mutant would trigger his anger leading to screaming and threatening between cells but this never earned him any trouble. The other poor mutant would be battle him in the arena, the government saw it as a way to make fights interesting for the guest. Almost ten years of his life seemed to go this way, fighting and picking fights to be rewarded with sometimes-decent food. What a hellhole this place was but he had to live it.

During the first day when the cat was moved into his cell he kept his distance from them, surely they already knew how much of a monster he was in the eyes of the mutants. Years of fighting and cutting down anything put in his path didn’t earn him a favorable view by the other mutants. Hamish believed them to hate him for what he did. Why would they understand that he had been broken? Soon when auction day came they would all see Hamish’s only place was in the arena.
Did he even want to be purchased anymore? When he was younger he seemed to pray that someone would take him away and give him the home he never had. No God ever seemed to answer him. Any faith he had died during the first years as he was beaten and forced to make others bleed.

When first moved into the underground he didn’t enjoy the gruesome battles or the screaming fans. Everything about it was just sickening! Didn’t any of them realize he looked the same as them? The only sign of his mutant abilities only appeared when in use and yet they all looked at him as if he were a toy made for their amusement. What a cruel world. If there was a God they surely did hate him enough to force him to lead this life. Perhaps he was born in order to entertain the humans, give them a reason to not just kill the mutants off. Would death be any worse than this in the end? He guessed this life had to be better than whatever gruesome death he would be given if that were the alternative option. Long ago he learned how cruel the government could be. Silent as he saw the winners given a feast and fed daily while the losing mutants fought to get a crumb of the food carelessly tossed into the cell. The sight of the weak fighting for scraps managed to get to him. Sometimes he didn’t even eat the food presented to him but yet had no means to give it to the other mutants that could use his meal. Whenever he opted not to devoir his reward the guards seemed to make his life difficult. Sometimes poking at his body commenting how disgusting the appearance was, comments of no one would be insane enough to pay a cent for an ugly creature such as himself. Winning didn’t always guarantee treatment the mutants would wish. No winning only promised that mutants and humans would think of you as some kind of scum not able to care for your own kind.

After the first match he found himself surprised not to see the kitten attack the food given to him. Was it that known he was a favorite of the crowd? He should have known even new mutants would learn of his rank hearing how the hoots increased when he was brought out to fight. Screams heard from his victim didn’t help prove he was as gentle as one might wish.

From against the wall Hamish peered over at the kitten wondering how long it would take him to eat. Didn’t he just tell him to eat it? The way those eyes darted from the plate back to Hamish as if fearing when he would strike almost were enough to make him laugh. Was he thought to be that cruel?
When the male moved to eat the food Hamish smiled a bit seeing the hunger was enough to get the kitten to trust him. There was nothing he could do to the food so there was no reason to believe anything to be wrong with it. Seeing the mutant move back to the corner Hamish had to shake his head. Couldn’t the boy just relax and eat the food before they got caught?

“Ye keek hungert. Ah dinnae care thay fin' oot thay wilnae dae anythin'.” Did he need a reason to give away his food? Never did that cross his mind, Hamish thought he just needed to want to feed the other mutant not explain himself. “Hamish Alasdair Stuart,” he said calmly as if he had been asked his name. If they were to be cellmates they should know each other’s name right?

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

When the red haired mutant didn’t move to grab at him when he took the food from the plate, Lovino felt his heart slowly calm from its racing state. He stuffed the wheat based product into his mouth at once and swallowed it down. He felt as if he was already bloated, his stomach not used to having something as the bread suddenly drop into it. The cat mutant took a moment to himself to stare at the rest of the food on the plate.

He really was a fool to think he was going to have a great life as a child. The Weeds of Tomorrow school sure did a wonderful job in letting the boy believe he was going to be treated equally, or didn’t give him a reason to think different—if anything, they gave him more freedom than his parents ever could. But when that freedom was taken away in an instant, the cat mutant didn’t know how to react at first.

On his first day in the underground, Lovino was as feisty as he could have ever been, angry with the world and what was being forced upon him. It was all stupid, in his opinion, for a lack of better word in his mind. Just because he had slight differences in terms of having extra pair of ears and a tail sticking out from his lower back, he was treated like a monster that could ruin other’s lives if not controlled. He could just imagine what his parents must have thought when he asked why they didn’t look the same as himself; heck, his brother didn’t even have the same features and yet he was also treated just as bad. What was wrong with this world?

Long after accepting the fact that he was not going to live as free as a human could, Lovino couldn’t help but to feel hatred towards humans. They were needed to be there for him to live, but just as long as they felt for him to live, of course. He was at their mercy. He couldn’t choose whether he wanted to stay alive or not; the humans were sure to let him know that. Trapping him in such cell was one way in doing so.

The man said something that was hard for the Italian male to understand. He narrowed his eyes slightly, only being able to barely pick up a few words here and there. It was as if he was talking to somebody who was mentally challenged. Did he not know how to speak English? Wasn’t that one of the things that the Weeds of Tomorrow boarding school focused on? As his tail swayed behind him to show clear annoyance, he tried to understand what was being said, being able to pick up that the other was telling him his name. Hamish, was it? Well, that certainly wasn’t a name he heard every day; the crowds out in the arena barely called him by his name, for sure.

”Lovino Vargas.” He exchanged his own name, not bothering to speak up, figuring that if the other didn’t hear him then it was his own problem. The other mutant and himself were cellmates for some time now, but Lovino refused to get to know the other male. He was obviously a favorite in the arena, which could only mean that he was one strong mutant when it comes to fighting. Knowing himself as one of the baits, and as if to openly show his place by just refusing to fight overall anymore, Lovino kept himself usually in his corner. He refused to start a conversation and perhaps get the other ticked; when it came to mutants fighting in cells, the guards didn’t seem to give much care anyway. The thought of possibly being beaten to a plump just because he said the wrong word was enough to keep Lovino silent and hidden.

Lovino slowly crawled back over to the plate once he figured the other man in the cell was not going to do anything. He didn’t take long, however, to immediately grab at the vegetables and stuff them in his mouth greedily. Green beans weren’t his favorite per say, but at the moment he really couldn’t care less. With the introduction of food in his stomach, he felt it clench and beg for more, and it too didn’t seem to care what the food was, either. Lovino almost forgot to breathe as he ate, coughing in the middle of his downing of food before he continued again. His ears lowered slightly to the side as he did so, relaxing from their alerted state of being perked up. With the chicken left on the plate, Lovino reached over to the meat and also began to chow that down as well. The food was gone within minutes, and after so, Lovino felt that it was unnecessary to scoot back away to hiding, and just relaxed in front of the plate, licking his lips, still savoring the taste of the chicken.

”…It was okay.” He muttered once he licked his fingers clean of any oils from the food, giving it an awkward comment, feeling as if his stomach was going to explode with how stuffed it felt. He couldn’t imagine being able to eat such feast every day, though just knowing that the man was willing to feed him made him hopeful somewhat. He felt a content purr vibrating in his throat, easily picking up on the noise himself, not realizing fully of how loud it actually was. ”You’re a lucky bastard being able to eat like this…”

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Notes: I'm sorry this took forever and sucks this much as well >w<;

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

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Stuffing the food into his mouth as Lovino did was a bit odd for Hamish, no matter how hungry he ever felt he took time to attempt to enjoy the food and make the little bit of it last longer. The way in which the food was stuffed into the feline’s mouth made him almost worry that soon the male would begin to choke or worse make himself purge the food he just consumed. In the end he couldn’t blame the mutant for wanting to eat what he was given as if it were going to run away, being bait probably meant not being fed often. Fortunately for the weak mutant the food he seemed to fear would be taken away wouldn’t be his only meal, later that day the guards would probably bring the little food given to bait.
Watching the food be eaten did remind him of his own hunger but he didn’t want to take a bite of the food he already agreed to the feline. Manners were usually not something Hamish cared for but he didn’t enjoy breaking any promises. A soft rumble came from his stomach but still he remained silent on the matter. He would get another meal the next day his body could wait until then.

Life had never been to easy for the shadow user. Before being taken his life wasn’t anything to brag about, his family was rather poor from the beginning and he remembered them collecting debt to be able to survive. The government probably paid off his mother’s debt when he was handed over.
When bought to Weeds of Tomorrow school things didn’t improve as it did for some of the mutants there. He wasn’t given an enjoyable life that made him believe that once he reached graduation he would continue some cushy life. From the beginning he lashed out at the teachers, students, and any staff member who tried to become close. His actions often earned his disciplining and sometimes being locked away in solitary confinement. Any action they could have thought of were taken in hopes of changing the mutants behavior. The other mutants seemed to always receive better treatment than Hamish but he figured it was due to how often he fought against the school’s teachings and attacked anyone he didn’t like.

Even after he started to treat the other male students in a friendlier fashion the treatment hadn’t changed. The staff seemed to believe something was wrong, something wasn’t right about the situation. Not long after he entered classes someone found him having sex with a fellow student in one of the empty classes. A smile was plastered on his face and a response of how they did tell him to get along with his classmates. Similar events happened a few more times with the shadow mutant and each time he seemed to have no shame induced by his actions. These acts were the only time anything pleasant happened for Hamish, the rest of his stay at The Weeds of Tomorrow school were filled with threats of dying in the underground without ever having an owner to love him.

Once he found himself in the underground he had accepted his fate of being unwanted there as he had been before in government hands. Years of auction that ended with him being thrown back into a cell after not a single customer wanted to bet on him. The large price tag and the knowledge of his behavior made anyone with half a brain know not to place a bet on the mutant.

The way the Italian seemed to squint at him as if that would help him understand the language anymore made Hamish chuckle. Didn’t the kitten know that no matter how much he squinted or glared it didn’t mean he was going to understand any better, it wasn’t as if the words would float in the air. Despite knowing that his language was difficult to speak Hamish never would speak English, the language always made him feel sick when speaking it so he often had trouble bringing himself to ever use it. Lovino would just have to learn to deal.

Seeing how the kitten didn’t seem grateful at all for the food did get to Hamish a bit but he also kept this to himself. There was no reason to start a fight over food that he chose to offer to the other. This was just something he would have to keep in mind if he decided to give the mutant some of his food once more; the chance of this was now rather slim. A simple thanks would have been rather nice seeing as the mutant scoffed down his food as if he hadn’t been fed in days. No matter he would just keep to himself and just make sure that he only worried about himself when in this cell. The cat would probably find a home at the next auction and receive better feed than either currently did. “Ye seem tae believe thay always feed me lik' this.” Even being a crowd favorite and loved for his looks it didn’t mean the government didn’t punish him with denying a meal or two when he misbehaved.

“If yi'll waant fairn ye shuid juist behave at that auction.” Not all humans would treat mutants kindly but Lovino appeared to be long and would be seen as attractive to most humans so he would probably be able to find someone who promise better care than found here. Hamish didn’t count of finding a home and if he did he couldn’t be sure that he would be treated with any kindness there. Here the guards made certain not to mar his skin leaving him without flaws that would scar away customers. He never was sure if an owner would care if they marked his flesh, covering his entire body with scars fro each time he disobeyed. Never again would he be able to look at his body without thinking about what they did to him. He could never be more than what that owner wanted afterwards, no one did want something used and broken after all.

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

It would be a lie to say that Lovino didn’t feel a small pang of guilt when he heard the other mutant’s stomach growl with its own hunger, but with his own continuing to scream to be filled itself, he couldn’t find it in himself to stop. He had finished it all without another thought was given about the situation, and with the purr rising in his throat, he was licking his hands when more words were spoken in response to his comment about the meals the stronger mutant received compared to himself. Lovino’s ears flicked as he tried to understand the difficult language the other was speaking, but when he failed yet again, he gave a small hiss, his tail swaying behind him. If they were going to talk, he would rather hear a language that he knew how to speak and understand. So instead of answering, he tilted his head slightly to the side in confusion, as if the words would magically come in with their translations if he did so. He knew how stupid the idea itself was, but couldn’t help but to keep thinking of it. Either that, or he wanted a translator beside him. Only being able to pick of words here and there were getting old fast.

Sure, Lovino’s English wasn’t perfect, either, seeing it came with a thick Italian accent, but he considered himself easy to be understood by the basic standards of the required language. It helped a lot that he was bought into the Weeds of Tomorrow youth dorm as a very young child, helping him greatly to pick up on the language they wished for him to speak around his masters, but the itch that came with it never went away. Now it was if he just refused to give in fully, putting up a pathetic little fight by making sure his accent was always in place to irk the fluent speakers. How the red haired male was able to put up such bold fight by not speaking the language as required overall was stunning, though, and Lovino couldn’t help but to feel annoyed himself for not being able to do so himself as well, as well as his incapability to understand him.

By the time the Scottish mutant spoke of something about the auction… Lovino couldn’t understood it, so it didn’t matter anyway; the cat mutant finally hissed. He didn’t care that the man he was hissing at was the same man that just gave him a good amount of food; being in the awkward state of wanting to communicate but not being able to with the obvious state of the other man not wanting to speak the language he knew they were both taught… It irritated him. ”Don’t you know how to speak English…? I have no fucking idea what you’re saying, and you keep blabbering. It’s annoying. Speak the language we were taught back in school.”

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Notes: Gah this post is so short and I apologize. I did have him finally complain about Hamish's accent, though, so feel free to take it from there XD;

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 903

Tags: Lovino

The feeling his hunger surface more was going to make it hard to last through the day but Hamish continued to remind himself he would be able to eat again tomorrow. The small Italian probably often went more than a day with his stomach screaming for food so he could suffer a little just so he could tell himself that he helped make this hell comfortable for someone else. A piece of the red head told him tomorrow’s meal wouldn’t end up being completely his, he knew deep down he would probably offer at least half to the feline mutant. For weeks, maybe even a few months, the two had shared this cell and he saw the food given to the bait. It was never enough to feed someone that size and he could see the clothes getting baggy on the small frame. Winter would be on its way soon and the already chilled air would become almost unbearable stealing any warmth from the thin mutants. In a way he hoped giving up his food would aid Lovino in fighting off the cold.

Soon he believed would be the next auction and there was a chance for the young mutant to escape from the underground. Unlike Hamish, Lovino wasn’t know to almost all humans as being the one The Weeds of Tomorrow failed to break. There was hope still for the Italian; he could find someone that might treat him well even if he was viewed as a pet to them. Secretly Hamish wished for him to be taken away at the next auction, being seeing as a pet was better than how he was treated here. If he managed to believe then it was sure that Lovino would find a home this time, hopefully he wouldn’t find his way back to the underground afterward.
Something mutants would learn here was the young mutants seemed to always go first. It was like a pound no one wanted a pet that was already old and less likely to listen, no they wanted the runts fresh from the school who had yet to learn the horrors of the underground. Lovino was still young and with his beauty he was sure to leave this hell soon, probably to be owned by some woman who thought him to be precious.

Watching as those ears flicked at his words Hamish felt a weird want to touch the ears and feel if they felt actually like a cats. Something he wondered from the first time he saw the man was just if the feline like ears and tail if they felt like fur. There seemed to be a chance they were covered with the same hair as his head was but he couldn’t tell without running his fingers over them and inspecting them.

Back when he was the student at The Weeds of Tomorrow he often had teachers lecturing him on how he spoke. Always they attempted to speak proper English but no matter what they did or said Hamish always managed to fight back keeping his language. He was Scottish and so was his father, giving up the language meant giving up what little he had left of his home. Soon as they fought with the young male they learned up until his fourth birthday he had been taught Gaelic, Scots, and French. Those were all he wished to speak and whenever scolded for one he would switch to another language. Years of fighting against giving up what he believed to be part of his culture the school learned to accept it and let it be one of the things that made him unique. Being a ginger he wasn’t a usual sight for the country of Russia and his way of speaking could be used to advertise him as a foreign beauty. Through all of the fighting the school just learned to provide him with text of his three languages and English enabling him to study the languages in detail even if he refused to speak or write in English. Most mutants struggled to keep their own language as The Weeds of Tomorrow told them to abandon it. Russian and English were the only languages needed to speak to their owners. This was if the mutants were permitted to speak at all. They were pets to the humans after all they didn’t have any rights.

The irritated words were somewhat of a shock to Hamish; he didn’t expect the mutant to become so annoyed with him. The hiss along with the words took him back a little making his grow silent. He did know English but it pained him to speak it, it was as if he were giving up a piece of him and allowing the school to win. Any word he had previously wished to voice seemed to be swallowed as the Italian seemed to snap at him about not being able to understand the language. After the long pause he still wasn’t sure what to say. “Sorry bit ah cannae dae that.” Looking around the red head tried to see if there appeared to be anything that would allow him to write out his words to help the Italian. Nothing was found with the quick glance around. “Ah am tryin’ tae speak better.” Hamish attempted to speak and English for the Italian but still his accent seemed to come through along with his native language.

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

Ever since he was a tiny child in the Weeds of Tomorrow youth section, Lovino was known for being harsh when it came to his speaking tone. He never really tried to sugar coat his words, having it just come straight from his mind to his mouth without giving it a thought as to how it could affect its recipient. That only usually led to fights or the other child crying, and Lovino getting scolded, being told to treat others like how he would like to be treated. Of course they never cared to ask what exactly happened; it was obvious the boy was one that got into several fights upon the same topics; simple, dumb things as being called names or being laughed at for his cat tendencies were what usually started it all. That, added on with the boy's lack of basic social skills made it difficult for the boy to hold himself back from scratching at his 'friends', as the teachers tried to tell the boy the other kids were. Lovino only learned when to notice the other children became uncomfortable, instead of avoiding it all together, so he could get out of the area before the teacher came forward to scold and lecture him about the same thing over and over again.

So when the Scotsman went silent, so did Lovino, not quite sure how to apologize for his sudden snapping at the redhead. He himself always regretted it as soon as it left his mouth, never having the time to hold back his word bombs. He simply averted his eyes away awkwardly, a scowl on his face similar to what seemed like a pout. It was true, though... He had troubles understanding what the other was saying.

When another set of words left the mouth of the other mutant, Lovino glanced back up awkwardly, his ears lowered slightly to the side. He was able to understand what was being said, at least now, though the accent was still thick. Lovino wasn't going to complain about that, though. His accent was somewhat thick as well, and from time to time he found himself slipping into his native tongue without noticing. The simple fact that the other was trying to speak English for his sake, though, caused some guilt and appreciation to rise in the boy's chest at the same time, confusing him slightly.

"...At least now I know if you're just saying some random words or are actually trying to communicate with me..." Lovino muttered, not quite sure if he was supposed to apologize or thank the Scotsman. He decided to just stick to neither, though his tone was much less hostile than before, having let his guard down to let himself relax in the sight of the male. The effort the other showed simply from his words had made the Italian more comfortable around the other if anything. "You were saying something about the auction...?"

The auction... Well, Lovino would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to it. As much as he hated having to be somebody's pet and follow orders, he knew it was much better than being stuck in a cell as such like now. At least a house was cozy; not freezing like the temperature down here. If it meant he had to kiss up to a human and force a purr out his throat every now and then to keep the human satisfied, then so be it. Lovino figured he wasn't too bad of an actor when it came to that, anyway.

"Have you seen any humans come visit you in interest when out in the Arena...? You sure seem popular enough for it to happen."

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Notes: Meow meow.

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

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When it came to harsh words Hamish was not one to talk seeing as his words often had some bite to them. When he was a student of the Weeds of Tomorrow it was rare that he would talk to other students but when he did an insult almost always slipped out through his lips. It wasn’t always due to just blunt honesty but often seemed to be to create a barrier between himself and the mutants around him. None seemed to understand him as they wondered through the years smiles plastered on their idiotic faces as they were convinced that at graduation they would be given to a home where they would receive love parents neglected to give. Even when he tried to shatter these false hopes and save the others from the crushing blow of realizing too late that no one wanted them just as their human parents didn’t. Smiles disgusted him making his skin crawl knowing they were all caused by a sea of lies. Silence often created a separation between Hamish and the other mutants but it was rare that he ever said anything positive to those he crossed. Why did they need his false hopes too? The government fed them all lives from the moment they were born creating a false perception of what they would live until deemed worthless. Teachers didn’t even call the other children friends when scolding the ginger for harsh hateful words knowing he didn’t view any in such a manner. Scolding him often didn’t make the Scot feel guilty instead he would lash out and try to hide from the other students. It was deemed best to keep him away from others in hopes the loneliness would eat him inside until he accepted the other mutants on his own terms.

Apologies never seemed to have much meaning for Hamish and he hasn’t expected one from the Italian. He probably had crossed some line to earn harsh words when he hadn’t been the one to begin the cycle. There wasn’t much he knew about the Italian so avoiding crossing lines always seemed to be difficult with Hamish. From the stay he only seemed to learn that the Italian had a brother and transformed into a cat. This information wasn’t much to go off of but the Scot had to work with what he was given.

The comment got a look on confusion in return, “How come wid someone juist mak' random soonds at ye?” The idea that someone would just spout nonsense at the kid didn’t really hold any logic. Wouldn’t they be saying something if they bothered to be looking in his direction when they made sound? Lovino still seemed hostile in his opinion but he decided it was best just to leave it as it was for now. There was only so much he could address at the moment without fear that he would bring back that hostile side of the kitten. Hamish wasn’t the best at making friends but still tried his best to show he was trying to be nice even if his tongue didn’t always agree with him on this.
“Ye shuid behave a wee better fur this munth. Thay wull pat forth mair effort tae git ye bought 'n' then ye'll be better taken care o'.” The idea was simple and would be one most would suggest to Hamish if he hadn’t already ruined any chance of ever escaping. Lovino had yet to become a loss cause and humans still seemed to want to welcome the kitten with open arms. There remained a sliver of a chance that he would no longer have to fight for food.

Green eyes observed the body of the bait and realized there was a different that showed between the two. Lovino’s weight was closer to average while his own weight boarded being underweight and showing that he needed to eat better. Even with this knowledge a part of him knew his meals would often be offered to the kitten and he would just remain silent. Losing a few more pounds would drop him into being underweight but it didn’t matter much to him. The guards wouldn’t mind him becoming sick and fading. Some might believe the loss would make him more willing to behave but that was a small glimmer of hope that most possibly gave up on. Being thin also made getting him an owner would become even more difficult for the auctioneer to make him appealing.

Whenever the auction came around Hamish dreaded it. Humans came to inspect him and would snap when he didn’t act like an excited pup wanting to go home to be pampered by some human. Most the humans that seemed interested in the ginger were younger than him and yet seemed to believe they were able to give him little respect and treat him as an animal lacking the ability to think. If any believed he would be tamed by them they were living in a fool’s paradise and he wouldn’t mind shattering that dream within moment of meeting. Last time some older man had bothered to come visit him it only ended with them paying the guards to allow them a view of his punishment for misbehaving. The guards along with humans coming to visit seemed to get some sort of thrill from punishing the shadow user and proving that they had control of his life but in secret they all knew he could strike at any moment. Hamish was a cobra laying in wait.

His eyes moved off of the Italian and searched the room in a shameful manner as if he didn’t want to admit the truth. “Some hae shown interest.” It was the truth but it didn’t end with them wanting to give him a home. That was too much for these pigs to give him. The memory of the last viewer showing interest came to mind, guards were paid off allowing the human access to Hamish as he was kept locked in a well-lit room knowing what would happen. Some humans allowed their fantasies to become too much and believed with enough money they could soil the untamed beauty. Once the man had entered the room they approached Hamish and tried to throw him against the wall. A fight happened and the guards entered the room to find the Scot backed into a corner shaking covered in the blood of the old man who lay motionless feet from him. The man still breathed but needed to be carried away for medical treatment as the ginger looked ready to attack any guard who approached him. “Thay dinnae wantae tak' me hame thay wish tae dominate me.”

Part of him was surprised humans didn’t offer money to have their way with the small Italian. He was cute and would give humans the sense of power the men always seemed to be in search of. Part of him was glad that no one tried to defile the cute boy in such a way; he didn’t want anyone to touch the male without permission.

Eyes drifting back over to the Italian a soft smile came to his face looking at the ears. He would be lying if he claimed that he didn’t wish to touch the ears and also make the boy moan out his name. Lust must have gotten to him but part of him wanted to show the Italian love and make him feel better. “Yer ears mak' ye kind o' cute.”

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

How come someone would just make random sounds at him? Easy. Lovino could remember the humans passing by his cell, when examining which one to take home and enslave. It wasn't as bad when he was in this form, but most often when he heard footsteps, he reverted to his much smaller animal-form to make it easier for him to hide in the corners or under the bed. When spotted, however, some humans were twisted enough to coo and make mocking meowing noises, as if he would actually come out in respond to them and purr. At times, he did come out, just to slash the human by sticking his paw out between the bars if he was annoyed enough, but most times he managed to just ignore them and close his eyes, which earned sighs and disappointed grunts, some going as far as saying he was the most boring one in the all they have seen so far in the underground. Lovino learned to just deal with those words, figuring boring was better than being yelled at for being disobedient, or punished for it for worse.

He didn't say anything to reply to the question itself, though, simply shrugging and shifting his gaze to the barred wall. He could hear the humans cleaning the arena, his sensitive ears picking up noises of brushes getting scrubbed against the stone floor. As if it was going to do anything... The cat mutant knew it never cleansed the scent, and blood wasn't easily washed away with just some warm water and quick common soap. His ears twitched once more in the direction of his cellmate, though, as he spoke up, breaking in on him listening in on the events above the cell grounds. He couldn't help but to give a weak smirk at the mentioning of being good for the auction. So humans can buy his fake displayed self and be betrayed of it later once they brought him home? Well, it wasn't honestly a horrible plan to start with.

"What about yourself?" He asked, "Don't you want to act 'better' for the humans so you can finally get out of here, too? Most humans are dumb as rocks; if you display a fake self, you might actually get a home. That is, if you want one... Some mutants I found out enjoy the Underground much more than a home with the humans."

Which really wasn't a surprise. Lovino could remember the three past owners that bought him and took them into their houses, claiming they could 'retrain' him to act better. Lovino still had marks on his palms, back, and some on his thighs as well to show just how cruel humans could get after claiming they 'rescue' the mutant from the cold underground. They acted as if they thought they needed to be respected and saluted every time they walk by proudly past their enslaved property, holding the fear of the underground over the mutants' heads.

So sure, Lovino wanted a home, but he also did not want to get one, as well. As confusing as that may sound, in the underground at the very least, he would be ignored if he were to act up a bit. Possibly from his status of being a bait, the guards just rather did not bother training or trying to tame him. If he acted up, they would just throw him into the next available fight and hope he'd learn his lesson there. Lovino knew how the outside world could be, however, so auction itself wasn't a treat either. Confused even as himself, he just stuck to the basics of living instead.

At his question of whether humans showed interest in the red haired mutant, he was given a reply that seemed rather common. Some humans showing interest in particular mutants, but for reasons the mutants did not like. It was all the same for everybody else, right? Giving a small sigh, he kept quiet, not wanting to be the one to give hope only to have it crushed. It would be better to stay on the other mutant's good side, in case he didn't get bought out.

Pushing the plate back towards the celled wall, Lovino kicked it to the slot in the bars where a tiny door was locked, only opened once or twice a day when food was inserted into the cell. It crashed into the bars with a loud clang, but nothing else, it being plastic to avoid mutants from breaking them and using shards to do anything 'stupid', as humans said it. It was just one way that Lovino showed he was not going to do everything the humans wanted him to, by being rather violent with the things given to them. The noise however, at the same time, caused his ears to flatten against his head, to try to block out all loud noises from their sensitivity. They only perked up slowly when Hamish began talking again, the words making the said Italian's face flush red in color.

"Wha-...? No. I hate them... And don't call me cute, I'm a guy. 'Cute' doesn't count as a fucking compliment."

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Tags: Hamish

Notes: o///o;

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 884

Tags: Lovino

Humans often were instructed upon entering the underground to avoid a redhead so he didn’t seem to deal with humans even speaking to him. Guards sometimes jokingly called with an angel with a fowl mouth. So far Hamish hadn’t been with the feline when it approached auction time and the mutants would be inspected like some luxurious item soon to be sold. When it was auction time he often was alone to prevent his actions from giving other mutants a bad name. The bright lights of his cell did work as a spot like during this time, humans drawn to it like moths to a flame. If the male was locked with the Italian when it came to the auction humans wouldn’t be allowed to make the noises at him as if he was some animal they could coax out of hiding. Even if the mutant appeared to be a cat didn’t mean he was one, he was no different than the right of them. Hamish was the cheapest mutant for reasons and one was he could attack for reasons that seemed meaningless. One of these meaningless reasons would be hearing the Italian be treated like the creature he appeared as due to his mutation. Humans were just as idiotic as he believed them to be.

Catching the twitching of the ears Hamish got a soft smile; the Italian was almost too cute with the extra set of ears. The façade might have tricked the humans until the money was already spent but Hamish believed it would be simple to continue the display whenever around the humans. “That's a crakin' thought bit tis thirteen years tae late. Mah file awready haes me damned tae die 'ere.” Hamish was sure that all the negative behavior from The Weeds of Tomorrow had been recorded in his file, from his attempt to stab his teacher to being caught performing sexual acts with another male student, it had to be recorded among the pages.
“A'm tae auld fur maist folk tae waant bit if mah ain mither ower sell me than care fur me how come wid ony ither human waant me?” Instead of being taken away from his mother Hamish had been sold and part of him believed from that day on part of Hamish began to believe no one could love him. Mothers were said to love their children no matter what, something else had to be wrong with him for his mother to reject him in such a way. “Ah belong 'ere.”

Guards seemed to give up on training Hamish to begin with but that didn’t stop them from punishing the ginger when he acted up. It did seem always to be a rule not to mark his skin, his green eyes and flame colored hair were a rare sight and damaging his body, the only selling point for the ginger, seemed to worry the guards more that they would never be rid of him. It was hard to say a human would attempt to train him if they spent the small amount of cash on him. For all he knew he would just become a trophy to show their status and nothing more. Hard to say until someone foolish enough came along.

Hamish forgot the outside world long ago, all he knew of that life was from the tales told to him by other mutants. Some spoke of the warmth of the sun on their pale skin, others mentioned the food, but some warned of the cruelty found outside the walls of the underground. There didn’t appear to be anyway to win as a mutant, you were either tortured in the underground, tortured by an owner, or shown luxuries just to be thrown back into this filth. Couldn’t say what was more cruel but Hamish didn’t wish to chance any of it by leaving the underground. Here he knew what would happen everyday, which was easier to handle than guessing what his life would become once his current hell.
Even if these types of things were normal Hamish had to be feeling low to allow a human to have a one-night stand with him. Having humans believing he would allow himself to be dominated was also something that pushed him too far. Not once had Hamish giving up the power of dominance to another, he had yet to find someone he trusted not to harm him. It was selfish but Hamish also believed it allowed him to have control on part of his life even for a little while. Only he could decide who entered him despite what the guards believed. Hamish Stuart was no sex slave.

Lovino’s reaction to his words was not the reaction Hamish had been expecting. Why would the kitten be mad when he was being told he was attractive? Maybe cute was not the word he should have used when speaking of the male. “Thay mak' ye yin o' a kind. Ah meant attractive.” He wouldn’t be lying saying he found the Italian pleasing to look at. “Ye shouldn't be ashamed o' anythin' oan ye that includes scars.” Every word he meant, every mark on the Italian just gave him character and was part of him no matter what. He accepted every part of him in the end.

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

Lovino figured the other mutant was older than him, but he didn't know that he never was actually bought by a human before. The way the redhead worded his reply only showed as so, and for a split second, Lovino felt pity for the other. Sure it was silly, a bait feeling sorry for a mutant that was actually one that knew how to survive the underground better than himself, by being able to win in Arena fights and stand up to a good amount of guards, but nothing beat the warm sunlight in the warm weather outside in his opinion. The way the soft breezes ruffled through his hair and the warm rays of the sun rose his temperature slightly was one of the best feelings in the world, and one of Lovino's favorite things to do was to lay in the warmth and relax, perhaps even take a nap or two in the process. Even the light from the window from time to time was enough to satisfy him as well, seeing as the underground didn't even support even that little bit of comfort.

Lowering his head slightly, Lovino avoided the other's gaze in silence, trying to refocus himself to the conversation. It was a bad habit of his to be sidetracking in his thoughts. When he was asked what human would want the other male, he scowled, unable to come up with a kind answer and back it up with proof. He had seen the shadow user bought before for a single night, to serve disgusting humans in ways he rather not thought about. It was obvious with the scent he carried when he returned though of what happened, and being one that never experienced the act since he always did all he could to avoid it with his past masters, he just figured the redhead was forced into such acts. In Lovino's mind, the very thought of sexual act was one of fear, in which humans tried to tie him onto the bed and force themselves on top of him.

All he could say to that was... Well, for once he was thankful of his shapeshifting skills. Though humans seemed to easily tie him down in his human form, lust seemed to make them dumb for that moment of when it came to his other form, which easily slipped out of the knots of ropes or metal handcuffs if needed. And needless to say, no human yet had wanted to actually fuck a cat. It never ended clean when such scene was started, usually with a good beating or whippings, but as far as Lovino was concerned, he was not going to give himself up to the humans like some sex slave when he was already made out to act like a housepet. Even this bait had some bit of pride left in him in that sense.

"We don't belong in here..." Lovino muttered after a bit of a pause to recollect his thoughts, shaking his head slowly. It was a genuine answer; no mutant belonged in this dump in his opinion. Humans were just dumbasses who did not know how to feel about some people being more special and talented than them, so they put those special behind bars and act as if they have solved the problem of their own inferiority. That is why they took their dearest times to make sure the stronger mutants knew their places, be it beating them or taunting them with threats each time they acted up. Or send them to a lab like some labrat where they tested them for their usefulness and determined whether they were worth kept alive or if they were too big of a threat to what these humans called 'society'. Lovino's eyes narrowed as he remembered his brother mentioning how they kept his brother in one of these such labs for a short while before they deemed him unsatisfactory for government use and sent him into the Weeds of Tomorrow youth dorms. Test after test, he heard, was performed endlessly until they finally gave out that answer. He could only imagine those that did not get off the scientists' interest hook as easily as his brother did, how they were put to daily tests, some even possibly painful.

Blinking slowly up to the man when he spoke once more, Lovino's flushed face kept its color, if not deepening in color slightly more. He resisted the urge to wiggle in discomfort in spot at the compliment, not sure how to react to it. The fur on his tail bristled slightly to show his obvious emotion, though, when his scars were mentioned as also being a part of his so-called 'attractive' self, he bit his lips slightly, being careful not to dig his fangs into his lips to draw blood. His eyes automatically shifted to his hands, which he turned slightly to give vision access to the scars on his palms. Some were red, some were white, most of them having once been cut deep into the skin to leave such permanent marks. Most were from being caned by past owners, the distinctive straight lines across the entire palm and some reaching his fingers showing them as so. They caused him unable to walk correctly in his animal form for several days, the cuts in his palms being equilavent to deep cuts into his pink paw pads when in his cat form. It was hard to limp with both forepaws hurting like a bitch when just trying to walk. It was a way the humans forced him to stay in his human form, and it worked almost every time, though it caused the Italian intense pain both physically and mentally, the latter being mostly towards what little faith he had left in the humans.

Slowly curling his hands into fists as if to hide the scars from even himself, Lovino gave a dry chuckle in response. "You're an idiot, thinking these... Or me, rather, as someone attractive. You should really get guards to check your vision before the next auction..."

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Tags: Hamish

Notes: Lovi is just shy shhh

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 1041

Tags: Lovino

From being in the underground for so many years most would assume Hamish knew how most contracts turned out but this was a false idea. There was little of the above ground that Hamish knew of. Twenty-three years of living within the system gifted him little knowledge other than the inner works of the underground. Even when within The Weeds of Tomorrow real life experiences of being outside the walls weren’t known to Hamish. Due to being seen as dangerous ever since he was sold to the government he was prevented from being allowed outside. Other mutants were given time to train outside, soaking up the warmth of the sunlight but the young Scot was locked in a room that prevented him from escaping or harming anyone. Most the bait were more fortunate than him knowing the warmth against their skin, some even remember what if felt like to be held by their parents but these were all things lost with time.

Relations with his mother had been sour since his birth as he was not what she wanted along with being a mistake. After his father abandoned her not being able to take the fighting anymore things got worse but none knew of this. Unfortunately for Hamish he was the spitting image of his father, his eyes were the only similarity Hamish had with his mother. After his father left she seemed to hate him and even slip calling him by his father’s name when angered, she only loved him when his father was still around.

Most knowing Hamish was purchased by men for a single night probably thought he hated it or fought against it but this wasn’t usually the case. Men didn’t pay to dominate him as once might have imagined. No, money was given to be dominated by the mutant himself and lose all control to the creature most humans feared. It seemed guards only would allow humans who didn’t wish to dominate Hamish be allowed to pay for a single night with the mutant as only one time someone made the mistake of trying to snatch away his power. This man was attacked and guards had to remove Hamish from the room and rush the old bastard to the hospital for the damage caused by the shadow user. Guards seemed to learn this was not going to be allowed without earning them a lawsuit in the end.

The genuine feeling to the words almost made Hamish laugh, as he didn’t believe them himself. Not all mutants deserved to be locked up, just him. There was no one who would be concerned with the loss of him; humans and mutants alike would celebrate the death of the ginger. Communicating wasn’t something he had ever been good at and he barely managed to make friends with other suffering mutant. Not looking to catch Lovino’s eyes he lowered his voice showing the shame that came with his words, “This is th' ainlie hame ah ken.” Teachers and caretakers both convinced Hamish that he wasn’t going to ever be worth anything, no mutant or human would love him if they had someone else in their lives. This was true even with his relationship with Mathias as far as he knew. Whenever the blonde got close to someone else Hamish panicked and attacking trying to make the Dane return to his arms and forget about everyone else.
What a selfish being he was. Everything Hamish did was for himself and no one seemed to see the true monster he was beneath the humanoid form. Giving up food, accepting punishment in place of another, and faking fights they all were for himself not the other mutants. Giving up his food made him feel like he was worth something, mutants needed him for the food he would provide them even after they lost as he because to waste away within the cell. Taking punishment for others taught him to enjoy the pain and make it into something thrilling so he could take his own punishments with more grace along with knowing he didn’t have to see someone else beaten bloody. The guards seemed to enjoy beating Hamish instead; it wasn’t like he would ever escape the underground in the end. Forever he would live as their toy or until they manage to break him. As for fights it was to prevent him from breaking. The ginger sometimes had mental break down and couldn’t stop feeling that he was coated in the blood of his victim, the innocence that he cut down for humans to watch. What a selfish existence.

Moving close to Lovino the pale freckled hand took hold of the scarred hand and his thin fingers began tracing each line as if he tried to memorize the pattern in the short amount of time. Every line was a painted detail that gave a story to Lovino’s life without words having to leave his lips. So sad the Italian had suffered in ways he would never understand but they also new joy that Hamish would die before being granted. The skin he felt was no longer soft but rough and had raised lines where each scars from located. Humans had been so cruel to the mutant as they punished him for many things and only gifted him a home that was warm compared to the underground but could provide few other benefits over life in the underground. Leaning down his lips brushed the scars placing soft affectionate kisses to the skin, his lips seemed to already know the scars as his eyes fell shut.

Feeling sad seeing the Italian try to pull himself away and hide the scars, they gave him badges showing he survived more than most mutants had. So young but knew the pain that was the mutant life. “Dinnae be ashamed o' th' marks. Yer bonny 'n' they marks shaw that ye hae leed. Ah wish ah looked lik' ye.” Reaching forward Hamish pressed his lips over Lovino’s in a sweet kiss but gave the mutant room to pull away if he didn’t accept this. Hamish would never trap another mutant if they were against such actions. They all deserved to decide if they wished to be touched or kissed.

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

Lovino frowned when he began having troubles understanding the red head again, but decided to not comment on it, knowing it wasn't one of the best times to do so. He didn't want to mess with the older mutant when he was obviously talking about himself, Lovino himself figuring as far that the other was saying something along the lines that he himself belonged in the underground. The cat mutant merely shrugged slightly, sighing softly. He wasn't gong to waste his breath or time to convince the other otherwise, but it would've been nice if he didn't have to deal with such drama from the other... Really, was it so hard to just agree with something he said?

Probably. Many considered the cat mutant unworthy of his opinions, and if he expressed them, they often had led to troubles in the past. "You're just a housepet anyway," They would say. "So cute! The kitty is actually trying to tell us something that he believes is important." Closing his eyes at the voices repeating in his head, Lovino took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Perhaps the trauma of living with abusive humans really was getting to him after several times of so. Maybe he really should just let the humans take care of what they considered their responsibility, even if it meant he would have to give up his own thoughts and beliefs. It would certainly make life so much more easier... Less punishments and mockery, for one. He already had enough scars to prove he had fought back several times.

On the topic of scars... Lovino flinched when he felt his hand carefully held by the other. Rough fingers traced along the rough lines on his hands, making him shiver, not knowing what to expect. He had become jumpy when it came to his injuries, something in him telling him to pull away, but another part telling him to get over his nonsense excuse of a trauma and let the older mutant do as he pleased. With his thoughts from before, the latter seemed like a better idea. Sure the other gave him food and was gentle to him so far, but that didn't mean he had zero chance of suddenly snapping and attacking him. Lovino's tail slowly curled around his body and tucked itself in the safety at his stomach as he waited quietly, his eyes wide. He naturally relaxed when the finger was pulled away from his scars, but then was replaced with the older male's gentle kisses, making him give off a small whimper.

What was he doing...? It wasn't like they were hurting him physically anymore... He remembered when his mother would kiss his cuts and bruises when he cried to her, blaming random objects in the basement as the culprit to his random injuries. She too used to kiss them and tell him that the pain was now gone, and though as silly as it sounded, it almost always seemed to work. He used to think his mother could work magic, but now that he was much older, he knew that it was only that his mother had distracted him from the pain from the wounds to make him feel such way. So when Hamish kissed his white scars, his scowl deepened in confusion. Why bother with them? Why even try to soothe him now?

“Dinnae be ashamed o' th' marks. Yer bonny 'n' they marks shaw that ye hae leed. Ah wish ah looked lik' ye.”

Lovino couldn't help it. He quickly pulled his hand away from the male's hold, his eyes wide once more, now with fear. He was right... It sure showed what he lived through. He could feel his heart drum in his chest wildly. He knew what humans were capable of, if they really wanted to control every aspect of him. There were humans like his mother... And then there were humans like his past owners.

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"Look at that... It looks beautiful on you!" The blood that dripped to the floor with tiny pitter patters assulted his ears, befriending with the pain on his right hand. It felt as if his hand was sliced open with how hard the cane was brought down, sending a wave of shock and pain throughout his body. As he sobbed, he felt the restraints undone, and he felt the blood flow through his cold hand. "That should keep you in this form... You're so much more useful this way. Stop crying, now... You haven't finished making the dinner. Off you go, now!" The cheery voice sickened him, but hearing the cane be raised back into the air with a loud 'woosh', Lovino yelped in fear and quickly got back onto his feet, rushing into the bathroom to bandage his wounded his hand, before he forced himself back to work on the boiling pasta and sauce. 

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What snapped him out of his flashback was the soft kiss, which made him almost jump away in complete fear. He however only let it happen, his ears flattening fully and his body trembling with the aftershock still from the dark memory. Tears filled his eyes in an instant, for an unknown reason for even Lovino himself. Was he scared? Well yes. Sad? Quite possibly. Angry? Can't say he wasn't. Lovino was just an emotional mess at the moment. He waited a few quick seconds before he pulled his lips back and bit hard onto the shadow user's lip, making sure to dig his fangs in deep to stop the other from kissing him any longer.

He was a male. So was the other. Kisses... Were not meant to be done by the same gender. At least, that was what Lovino believed... And kisses usually meant, in human's case with his past owners, that the sexual advance will follow right after. Perhaps panic got to him first than anything. It was a quick bite, and instantly after Lovino let go and pulled away, tears rolling down his cheeks. His eyes seemed to dull of shine for a moment, before he realized what he just did and trembled even more, curling up in a tight ball and whimpering.

"I-... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, don't hurt me please... Please..."

Attack a stronger being? Was he out of his mind...? What purpose did the flashback serve him? If anything, it was supposed to tell him to just be obedient. To just let the dominant being in any situation take control. If he didn't...

Punishment followed.

Word Count: 1085

Tags: Hamish

Notes: Lovi you're just a mess omg. Sorry that took forever... And Ren muse wanted to jump in so there. >w>; XD He can be a random owner in the past but not necessarily himself. XDD

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

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Tags: Lovino Vargas

It wasn’t uncommon for a mutant to frown disapproving of his words when he spoke of the belonging in the underground and even dying within the government’s hold. With Lovino it was difficult to know if the kitten was frowning over his words or struggling to understand him once more. He didn’t aim to start drama but Hamish had spent a large portion of his life in the underground, it was all he knew anymore. If released from the cell to live among humans what would he do? Would he be able to support himself or would he live along the sides of he row as if he were a stray dog? Humans already knew how to support themselves and the mutants that didn’t agree of living in the underground had the will to survive. If he was ever like that it was no more. The underground robbed him of any belief that a human would care about him giving him a moment of kindness and already at a disadvantage socially the mutant would struggle in day to day life of being accepted already. Honestly it was curious to him that some young girl hadn’t purchased Lovino and kept him as a pet, if she was foolish enough even fallen for his true form. Never would Hamish agree to the fact of belonging outside of the underground. It was a concept that remained not understood.

If he knew of the torment that Lovino suffered at the hands of man he would question more why the mutant even wished to be housed by one. Their cruel chatter and teasing words from outside the bars off the cell were already enough for Hamish to snap. If the light of his cell didn’t rob him of his powers shadows would have been sure to crawl over him before striking at the humans showing them who was in control here. If they dared to mock the cat until the government forgot of the lights he would simple spit in the face of human and curse them. The last time he heard the Italian being mocked despite not being cellmates he reached from his cell placing his hand on the woman’s stomach, nails digging it, and with a knowing look told her that her womb was poisoned and would only bare mutants. She never returned.
Seeing the deep calming breaths Hamish felt a worry growing in the pit of his stomach but didn’t say anything. Would his words even calm that cat or would he just be mocked for the way in which he had always spoke? If he could see into the mutants mind he would know that he was breaking and be able to focus his efforts on ensuring that they keep strong through the hell of this world. If he lived this long he couldn’t have been thought to be weak. Many mutants lost their will in school and grew up dreaming of being a house pet and obeying a master. They weren’t one of those mutants.

It had been years since he could find the memory of his father telling him the stories of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. His father was named Gawain after the knight of the sun and just as his name said he was the light of Hamish’s entire being outside of the government’s grip. Gawain told Hamish the stories of knights and told the young child all the time that he would be a great knight protecting over his own king, his brothers from the moment they were born would all be kings that he was born to protect. Something about these wounds grew out that memory and made Hamish wish to pledge his life to protecting this mutant. He had only one brother in which he knew of but yet he had no idea where they were anymore.

Seeing the panic stricken face Hamish began to regret his actions, he shouldn’t have put his hands on the kitten or mentioned the scarring he saw. All of his social mistakes seemed to be noticed once the damage was already done and the feared look or spiteful words were spit into his face. What he meant to be soothing and also tell the other mutant that the humans marked him and yet didn’t do anything to take away his beauty. It might have been similar to how Mathias and Gilbert swore of Hamish’s beauty and all he could see were disgusting freckles and skin pulled tight over bone. They both seemed to notice they lacked beauty that someone proclaimed them to be in procession of.

During his days on meeting Mathias and learning of friends he was always given affectionate touches and a kiss wasn’t rare. That was how he learned to make friends. These touches that were meant to be intimate and express lust of a different level of love for another were now understood to just be acts of friendship that someone preformed when attempting to begin a friendship. Sex was something else to the humans but Hamish just accepted the act as one out of love being that was the only other way he understood it.
Instead of feeling the kiss returned as it had usually been with his friends teeth dug into his lip drawing fresh blood that would run down his chin and begin to soak in the neck of the thin shirt he wore. Once the teeth released his lip from their hold Hamish moved himself to a corner of the room and made no move to apply pressure to the bleeding lip. The copper filled taste was familiar to him from when guards had beaten him bloody and the only sense he could trust was his sense of taste. Moving his tongue out over the spots and cleansing away the blood for a moment before more emerged two deep puncture wounds were visible on his lip.

There was no response to the words of panic. He simply was making an attempt to have another friend in his life and the bite made it clear the feline mutant had no intent of being anything more. The only sound from Hamish was a loud growl of his stomach that would remind him of how long his body had been without nourishment. At the moment that didn’t matter, as he already knew his food would never pass his now bleeding lips. For whatever reason he knew that he would remain in the corner unwilling to make a move to retrieve his next meal leaving it up to Lovino if he wanted it or if the food would spoil. In a way this was the sickening way Hamish tortured himself for failing at the chance of making another friend. Each time he would feel lonelier in the cell than if he were locked in solitary.

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