I faced him, arms crossed. This was not going to end well. His eyes bore into my soul and the tension in the room was unbarable.
The owner of the orphange was sitting behind her desk nervously, "He's your new dad. His name is Adamo Vargas, he's decided to adopt you." She said.
I twiddled with my dagger like knife, "Yeah, otherwise I wouldn't be here. Why haven't I met him though? I thought I requested an audience before he was aloud to adopt me?"
"Well you didn't get a chance to this time. I already filled out the paperwork and know everything in the file about you. Now lets go." Adamo motioned for me to follow him.
With a sigh I picked up my bag and followed him, I sat the bag in the seat of the lamborghini. No way was I talking to this creep, he would never be my father, so I sat in the back. He got in and drove, a heavy silence fell upon the car.
"I know your file is a fake, it's what the orphanage wants people to think of you. Tell me the truth." He commanded.
"Let's see, I'm thirteen, I like knives, I can tackle full grown men, I've had depression for who knows howe long, and don't forget I'm stubborn as all hell." I smiled, yep all my wonderful good points to me.
"That makes more sense. I guess I have to warn you tht you'll be the only girl in the house. There's me, Louise, Luther, Kuro, and Alejandro." Adamo cautioned.
"Just great, I live in a gay house."
Adamo scoffed and the rest of the drive was silent and he pulled up to a cobblestone house. You got out of the car, grabbed your bag, and looked at the house. Italian, like me, like Adamo the ass, that's all you could think of the house.
"Ragazza, in now." He ordered. Pushy much?
Before I could take ine step I was cought in a choking hug.
"Adamo! Fratello! Why didn't you tell me you were bringing home a kid!" He squeezed me tightly to his chest.
I quickly went limp and he dropped me, "I'm gonna guess you're Louise. I've been ordered into the house, so....yeah."
I shoved passed him and into the house, followed by Adamo. "Your room is the third door on the right up the stairs."
Quickly you walked up to your room and shut the door behind you. It. Was. Pink. Oh heeeeeeeell no. I lay the bag down and sat against the bed frame. Taking out a sharp stone from my leather boot I started sharpening my knife. There was a knock at the door.
"It's open to who ever." I said not bothering to look up.
"Having fun there?" Adamo asked. "Anyway I brought the guys to meet you." He said stepping aside and they stepped into the room.
"Before you say anything let me see if I can pinpoint who each of you are." I said. "You." I pointed to a blonde with purplish eyes, "You're Luther, you're gonna end up as the family pervert." I pointed to the next one with black hair and a sword, "Kuro, you look like you either start the argument or you end it. But either way you're the peace keeper of the house. That leaves you." I said pointing to a man who had his hair tied back with a ribbon, "That leaves you to be Alejandro, by the looks of it you're the house slacker who doesn't exactly care much. You could shank me when I was asleep and leave me to die." I said matter of factly, "Now tell me, how wrong am I?"
"You're right, you can match looks, names and personalities apparently." Luther said.
"Mhm, it's a talent. Anyways I don't care if Adamo had an actual reason to adopt me or if he just wanted a child servant. I don't really mind it anyways I just ask you guys one thing. No rape. I know I'm the only girl but if your sexual tensions are that bad just go buy a hooker please." I sighed.
Adamo walked up to me, "I have my reasons." He said and tugged out my curl that I had gotten so good at hiding, yet he could still see it. It was identical to his and Louise's I blushed at the contact. "This connects you to Fratello and I. You are technically a city or providence."
"Halt, stop, hold on. I'm completely and totally lost." I said and stopped sharpening my knife.
"Adamo and the rest of us are embodiments of countries. He and I make up Italy, he's noth I'm south, Kuro is Japan. Luther is Germany, and Alejandro is Spain." Louise chimed in.
"Oh...I understand now.....sorta."
"It's alright, you'll get it eventually." Adamo said. "Get some rest you'll be working tomorrow."
"Right." I said.
I was vacuming. Adamo wasn't lying when he said that I was going to work, he made me clean the entire house. Happilyt this was the last step and I was almost done. I smiled, that was until Louise burst into the room.
"Nipote! We're going shopping." He said.
"No, you're going shopping and I'm staying here." I stated and kept vacuming.
He wasn't having any of that, "No, you're coming with me. You came here with one puny bag of clothes and you need more." He stated firmly. He lifted me up like nothing and I clinged to the couch. After prying me off that I clinged to the doorway.
"ADAMO HELP! ZIO LOUISE IS TRI=YING TO KIDNAP ME!" I shouted.
He just stood there watching, chuckling in amusement.