Tea Leaves and Purple Robes


Match Thirty-One: Fratello:


He still goes out in the late hours of the night. No one knows where he goes. Everyone has their eyes on him.

Feliciano sat on the bed in a cheap motel room. The shower ran in the background. His mind was elsewhere. How long before this world would die? Days? Weeks? Months? It didn’t make any difference to him.

He turned his head when heard the water cut off. A woman with red hair stepped out the bathroom, drying her hair.

“Thanks for letting me use your shower,” she said. Oh yeah, she was here. He met her at a bar hours earlier. She was dancing near the speakers. The first thing he noticed was her long red hair. It looked so good under the colored lights. She had her eyes closed, off in her own world. That brown leather jacket, jeans, and brown high-heeled boots looked good on her. Feliciano smiled as he watched her dance. He downed his drink and walked over to her. She looked up and noticed him.

“Ciao, bella,” Feliciano said. She stared at him with a blank expression on her face.

“Oh, where are my manners?” the Italian man asked. He held out his hand.

“Feliciano,” he said. “And you are?” His words held an odd hold over her. She said her name but it wasn’t going to matter to him. It did these days. He was going to forget her come morning anyway.

“Sure,” he said in the motel room. The woman walked over and crawled onto the bed. She kissed him on the cheek. He didn’t respond. His guest frowned.

“I’m bored,” she whimpered. Feliciano turned to her.

“Oh,” he said. She did look cute pouting at him. Feliciano sighed and kissed her on the lips. She whimpered at the sensation. The Italian man pulled away.

“Better?” he asked. She nodded as she whimpered. It’s always the same thing, isn’t it? What could he say? He had his way with the ladies. But that wasn’t entertaining enough, was it? The Italian man was looking for something bigger. Something more. He didn’t know exactly but he knew it was coming. She laid down in his lap, looking up.

“What do you want?” Feliciano asked.

“Entertain me!” the woman whimpered. He had a dull expression on his face. They always cling to him. She reached up to touch his cheek. He pushed back her hand.

“Okay, okay,” he said. “I’ll give you something.” The woman perked up. Might as well. She won’t shut up otherwise. That’s how all of them were now. He’d have one night with a girl he fancied and then never see them again. Some of them would come back for more. This one looked like she would try and come back for more later.

Feliciano climbed on top of her. She looked like a little lamb looking up at me. A cold smile spread onto his face. His phone had been ringing all night. There would be more messages in the morning. It didn’t matter who would be calling. Feliciano would just delete them anyway.

Her towel ended up halfway across the room. Once again, she spread her legs for him. She knows her place.

“Heh,” was all Feliciano said. He leaned down and kissed her on the neck. She did taste good. So did the others. Sex started to bore him. He wanted a deeper thrill.

“Tell me something, bella,” Feliciano said.

“Huh?” his “date” asked.

“What do you fear most?” he asked.

“What?” she asked. His hands moved to her neck.

“What would you do if I started to choke you?” he asked. The woman looked confused.

“What?” she asked. Feliciano playfully began to choke her.

“What are you doing?!” she asked. His grip began to tighten. His living doll looked up at him with big eyes.

“Stop!” she screamed. Feliciano smiled and let go of her. She had a scared look on her face.

“What the fuck?!” she screamed. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” The Italian man didn’t say a word. What could he say? It just kind of happened.

“Heh,” was all he said at last. That was the most thrill he got that night. But that slowly faded away as fast as it came.

She ended up running out of the room. He didn’t chase after her. Usually, he would just leave in the middle of the night without saying a word. They wouldn’t be actively looking for him anyway. She definitely won’t be looking for him after he tried to choke her. At least he got something to happen tonight.


Feliciano didn’t pick up again last night. He would be dragging himself home in the early hours of the morning. Lovino hated what his younger brother had become. This wasn’t him. This had to be an actor pretending to be his brother.

That had to be it.

Suddenly, the door opened. Lovino turned his head. Well, look who’s here. Feliciano stood in the doorway with an empty smile on his face.

“Ciao,” he said.

“Where did you go last night?” Lovino asked.

“Just out,” Feliciano said. He walked past his brother to his room. Lovino turned his head. Was he humming? This couldn’t go on like this. Lovino listened out for that final steps to bed. When he was sure that Feliciano had gone to bed, he pulled out his phone. Lovino stared at his screen. He didn’t any choice but to do this. He didn’t even like the guy. But he had to save his brother.

Lovino made the call.

“Hello?” Ludwig asked. The Italian man lifted his chin and took a breath.

“Listen, you bastard,” Lovino said. “It’s getting worse. I don’t know what to do. You have to come and help.” There was a pause on the other line at first.

“Where is he now?” the German man asked. Lovino quickly took another look down the hall.

“He’s home now,” he whispered.

“I’ll be right there,” Ludwig said. He hung up before the Italian man could say a word. Lovino looked at his phone. He hoped that this would work.

“Who was that?” he heard behind him. Lovino gasped and turned around. Feliciano stood in the doorway with a cold smile on his face. His brother forced himself to calm down.

“Uh… nothing. It was just a wrong number,” Lovino said at last. He shoved his phone into his pocket.

“At this time of morning?” his brother asked.

“Right?” his brother asked. “That’s what I said. I finally got them to hung up.” The brothers stood silent for a moment. Feliciano shrugged.

“Heh,” was all that he said. The younger Italian man turned and walked back down the hall. Lovino held his breath until he heard the door close at the other end of the hall. The boy finally breathed out. That was too much for him. He had to do something to fix this before things grew beyond repair.

Lovino shivered at the thought.

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