Corvi's life up until sixth grade had been fairly normal. To be clear, Corvi was not Corvi's real name. Her real name was incredibly American and she had always hated it. She never spoke of her real name, which she had changed with Autumn's help at the age of eighteen.
Corvi had been given the name Corvi due to a few unforeseen circumstances in the sixth grade. Back then, she had been lonely, weak, stupid, and naive. To be honest, her loneliness would've probably drowned her, had her lifestyle of danger and excitement eluded her. It was tru that that lifestyle had begun simply and accidentally.
She had been walking home from school, middle school at the time, and had stumbled upon an empty alleyway on her way. She heard noises from the alley, groans and yelps of pain; then eerie silence and the sound of something being dragged. Against her better judgement, she ventured into the alley.
Peeking around the corner, she saw four men. Well, to be more accurate, three men who were alive and one who was dead, his head lolling to the side, a stream of blood pouring from his mouth. She could not bring herself to look at the corpse, for fear that she might vomit or make a noise. She stared, instead, at the men who surrounded the corpse, looking dumbly down upon it. Finally, one of them, the larger of the three, made a gesture.
"Take care of this." The other two, seemingly twins, 'took care of it', meaning that they cleaned up the mess of blood on the ground and threw the body somewhere Corvi had not been able to see. She watched the ordeal in silence, her face pale and eyes wide as plates.
She would have been safe from the destiny that awaited her had she not sneezed. She tried to sneeze quietly but Corvi was no good at sneezing quietly, even back then. Therefore, when she sneezed, it echoed around the alley. The men's heads all jolted upward, their eyes darting around, looking for the place where the sound came. Neither of the twin boys spotted her. It was the largest man who saw her.
He frowned and in a moment, was in her face. Her skin paled. Her mouth opened but she could not form words. "Boys! Get over here," he shouted, never taking his gaze off of her. Corvi should have run, but her feet were glued to the ground. Adrenalin pounded through her veins. "N-No...I-I'm...S-S-S-," She croaked. A cloth bag was slipped over her head and someone tied her arms behind her back. She was picked up and thrown over a shoulder.
She gasped as her midsection his the hard flesh of the person's shoulder. A few moments later, she was thrown into the back of a car. As the car began to move, Corvi felt her eyelids growing heavy, even if with all the adrenalin in her body. The dimness of the cloth over her head began to fade and went her world went pitch black.
When she next awoke, she was sitting against a concrete wall, her arms still tied behind her back, her legs tied tightly together at the ankles. Her eyes darted around the room. The walls were painted a light golden color. Far away, on the other side of the room was a window. Judging by the scarlet-orange light streaming in from between the pale white blinds, it was late afternoon, probably close to five o-clock.
Toward her right side was a tall, wooden door. On her left was a large, mahogany-colored desk with a large, neat stack of papers off to one side and a (powered off) laptop. There was a short, black, metal cup with pens and pencils, and a lamp in front of laptop, as well. On the other side of the room, beside the window, was another door. It was shut, however, so Corvi could not see what lay behind it. The sun was too bright outside the window so no matter how hard she tried, she could not see outside to figure out where she was.
Slowly, spreading her fingers out and touching the wall behind her, Corvi pushed herself across the floor, beginning to scoot across to the desk. Standing was out of the question, she knew, as it would make too much noise to hop her way to the window to try to figure out her current location or to the chair at the desk to study the contents of the desk top, and possibly find something to set herself free.
Trying not to make a sound, she continued her unproductive crawl until she was near the edge of the desk. She turned around, careful not to make any noise. Using her hands, she pushed herself up using the side of the desk. She arched her back, still pushing back and gritting her teeth in the effort. Finally, she was standing, although her arms felt sore. She smiled. All she had to do now was-
The door flew open and standing there, somewhat surprised, was the large man from earlier. "Che cosa diavolo pensi di fare?" Corvi stood opened mouthed, trying to speak. Her words were trapped in her throat.
What's he saying? I barley know any Italian right now! Um, I know he said what, but that's about-
She froze completely as the man stormed up to her. He grasped her by her shoulders and growled at her. "What the hell do you think you're doing, little one?" Corvi's eyes were wide as plates. "I-I'm s-s-sorry, I-" The man didn't let her finish. "Listen closely and carefully, you brat. I am going to ask you some very important questions and you will answer them." Corvi nodded quickly. "O-Okay."
He growled again but said nothing more for the moment. Instead, he picked her up and placed her on the floor. What surprised Corvi was that he didn't throw her on the floor; he just set her down, as if handling a small child.
Corvi justified his gentle actions, supposing that she did appear to be a small child of about eight years old or so, and that was why he was careful.
"First off," the large man began. "Why were you watching us?" Corvi bit her lip. "I-I heard noise...A-And I got r-really curious, s-so I went to see." The man nodded, his eyes moving in minute and quick flashes, studying her. "Do you know who the man we... ah... cured of the disease called life?" Corvi almost snicked at the way he phrased killing the man. Apparently a small giggle escaped her, because the man frowned. "It's not funny, you little brat! Answer the damn question."
"I have no idea who he was," she said, her voice steady now. Slowly, Corvi was beginning to feel comfortable. Something about this man made her think he was not as bad as he seemed; made her think that he had taken her more out of worry than actual malice. "How old are you?"
"Twelve." He raised an eyebrow, obviously disbelieving. "Seriously?" She nodded and frowned slightly. She had always hated how short she was in comparison to most people. "Huh," he mumbled. He looked up and turned towards to the window. He walked over to the window and opened the shades a little more. "Do you have any idea what you've gotten into, little one?" Corvi shrugged. "Kind of."
"What do you think this is?"
"Some kind of organized crime group, yeah?" The man nodded. "Last question. You have two options: join us or face the consequences, whatever they may be. What will you choose?" Corvi gulped and laughed nervously. "U-Um...C-Can't I sleep on it?" He shook his head and turned back towards her. His expression had hardened, his eyes drilling holes into her. "Answer me within the next minute."
Corvi thought for thirty seconds, the adrenalin once more shooting through her. First, she thought of her family at home. Next, she thought of how strangely excited she was about this sort-of-kidnapping. Finally, she came to a conclusion. Looking up from her lap, she glared back into the man's cold eyes. "I choose to join you," she said, her voice steady. Her posture and hardened features betrayed none of the fear and panic going through her mind.
The man smiled evilly. "Too late." Corvi paled and felt her stomach turn. The man shuffled over to the desk and picked up a knife Corvi had not previously known was there. He held the knife out at her, it's point glinting. "Scared?" She nodded. "Good." He shuffled close to her, standing over her. Corvi squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself from the pain of the stab.
Goodbye, mom. Bye, daddy. I wish I coulda said bye in person. Bye, friends I'll never have...
Instead of pain, though, there was the sound of a knife cutting through zip-ties. Corvi opened on eye and found that the man had bent over and begun freeing her from her bonds. Her mouth fell open. The man noticed and smiled at her. "Fooled you pretty good, didn't I?"
She nodded, unable to speak. "Lean forward." She did as commanded and felt as the man moved toward her back side. She felt him cut the zip-ties and sighed as her hands were free. She rubbed her reddened wrists and her ankles. "You made your choice in time. I was just seeing how bad I could scare you." He smirked. Corvi frowned. "That wasn't very nice."
"Whoever said I was nice?" Corvi stared at him. He stood up, then reached a hand out. "What's your name?" She told him her highly American name and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "I don't like it." Mentally, she agreed with him. She said nothing, however, as she was holding her breath, waiting to see what he would do. "I think I'll rename you. Do you like the name Corvino?" She nodded. The name had a magical sort of ring to it. She wouldn't mind being identified as such.
"Corvino it is. Come on, Corvino." She reached up and took his hand. He pulled her up and gazed at her kindly. Although nearly three heads taller than her, Corvi felt she could talk to him without feeling small. He shook her hand, his grasp tight.
"Benvenuti nella famiglia, Corvino."
The famiglia the man had spoken of was extensive. Very, very, very extensive. The people Corvi saw the most, however, were her 'father', 'mother', and three 'brothers'. The description of this 'family' she grew to love dearly begins with her 'father', the man who had taken her that day, renamed her, gave her a new life.
Her 'father' is named Donatello. No, he is not a ninja turtle, he maintains, even though Corvi calls him one all the time. He is a large, hulking, monster of a man. Despite appearances, he's rather kind to his children, and Corvi often thinks of him as her purple, fluffy unicorn. Still, Donatello is violent if necessary. He isn't muscular for nothing, after all. Someone rules over him, however, and that would be his wife, Corvi's 'mother', Dawn.
One word describes Dawn accurately; frightening. According to Corvi, she is Godzilla and Sharknado combined and can scare the pants off of any living being, whether or not they actually wear pants. Dawn is shorter than Donatello, her husband being somewhere around the six feet, four inches in height range. Her reach is high, meaning that she can grasp his ear and pull him down to her five feet, seven inch tall stature.
She is a professional at disciplining her children. They fear, love, and respect her, mostly because she wields a chancla and never misses, should she throw it. Dawn is a master chef, fighter, lover--according to Donatello, anyway--and mother. Due to her ruling over Donatello, she chooses when to allow him into bed, meaning that if he does anything wrong in her eyes, he is sleeping on the couch for any amount of time--one day up to a month, depending on the severity of the wrong-doing.
Now, as mentioned before, Corvi has three 'brothers'. Two of them are twenty-one, currently, and practically twins, and the other one is Corvi's age, (twenty years old), and practically her twin. The first two are Feliciano and Lovino. Feliciano, nicknamed Feli, is a normally gentle and up-beat individual with an uncanny love and devotion to pasta. Although no one is absolutely sure, everyone assumes/guesses that Feliciano and his best friend, a German named Ludwig, are actually gay for each other and are secretly dating. No one can confirm this for sure, however, as Feliciano is a very loving Italian and treats nearly everyone close to him almost the same as Ludwig.
Lovino is Feliciano's actual twin and despises Ludwig. He is known for his wide variety of cursing vocabulary, either in English or Italian or, sometimes--if he's angry enough and has been hanging out around his flirty Spanish friend, Antonio, for too long--Spanish. He also has a temper so quick, not even the sun gets that hot that fast. He is protective over his brothers and sister, even if he does act like a major stronzo most times. Lovino has a child that was born in Italy when Corvi was sixteen. The child--named Ezio due to Lovino's love of Assassin's Creed: The Ezio Trilogy--is currently four years old and Corvi doesn't know much about it, as her aunt in Italy is raising the child.
Corvi's other brother and would-be twin is named Leone. Most call him Leo. He is mild mannered and highly awkward around those he doesn't know well. He's very good with technology. According to Corvi, he may or may not be bisexual. No one is sure, however, so for now, she assumes he's straight, just like Lovino and maybe Feliciano.
The one problem with Corvi's household is that two out of the five people that live there on a regular basis are practically addicted to sex. Those two would be Donatello--addicted to it with Dawn--and Lovino--addicted to it with whatever female crosses his path and wants to have sex. There are two dogs within this household; Enzo and Pax. Both are friendly unless you are an intruder. If you are an intruder, their pitiful and other attack dog roots kick in and they'll bite your ass off.
Either way, Corvi's life was nice with her 'family'.
Then, one day, roughly a month before the current date this entire recounting of an odd, highly gay story takes place, where Corvi is twenty years old and her best friend, Autumn is eighteen, Corvi was called to Donatello's office.
Being called to Donatello's office usually meant you were in trouble, therefore, Corvi was kind of terrified. Her 'father' was gentle with her, compared to her brothers, but still, whatever she had done wrong must have been severe if she was being called to his office.
As she entered his office, she sighed. The office looked exactly the same as that day, eight years before, when she had been tied up on the side of the room, trying to get out. It was the same as the day she chose to become part of the family. One thing had changed, however; Donatello was sitting in his chair, seriousness etched into his features as she shuffled up to him. "What happened, papa?" He looked down, then looked back up.
He was a blunt man, and so Corvi knew his next statement would surely be blunt. She cringed in preparation. "You have a job. It is specifically for you. There is no one else who could take this job." She went pale. This was almost worse than any punishment could have been. "You know I don't do jobs, papa. I'm in school. You know I want to do the same thing mama does." He sighed. "This job is of importance to the entire world, Corvino." The importance of this job sunk in as she heard him vocalize her full name.
"What do you mean?" He quickly retrieved a folder and handed it to her. She opened it and read through it. Her eyes widened and her skin turned a shade of white she didn't know was possible. "A-Autonno... Autonno's on this job?" Donatello nodded. "She was hired by a different party, but you both have the same job. She is not supposed to know, however, that your jobs are identical. If she knew, it could compromise the entire thing. Do small, side jobs while waiting for the real one to begin, as not to make her suspicious." Corvi nodded. Now, she realized, she was forced to take this job, to protect her best friend. "When should I leave?" She gulped, the thought of leaving Miami and her 'family' filling her with a sort of worried feeling.
"One week. Autonno will ask you to take her. You will do everything she asks. She knows more than you or I do, as her employer is providing her with the main information necessary. Do you understand your job?" Corvi continued to look down at the folder, flipping through pages until she got to the one page that detailed her's and Autumn's job. She nodded. Softly, whispering, she said, "I am to protect Arthur Kirkland and Alfred F. Jones with my life, should it be required."
Donatello nodded. "Go and get ready." Corvi nodded and left, turning on her heels and walking briskly away. As soon as she left, Donatello tilted his head back and sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "Mio dio... Autonno, si prega di tenere al sicuro." He pushed his hair back and continued to stare at the blank ceiling. His daughter, his only daughter, could die on this mission, just as she almost had on another, nearly impossible mission two years before. He only hoped that Autumn would save her again, should it come to that. It was selfish, but he wanted his daughter alive and well over her friend, even if Corvi would never forgive him for letting Autumn do that.
It wasn't like Corvi knew what had happened to save her two years before, anyway.
He picked up his phone and called someone. "Oui, c'est moi. A convenu d'automne? Elle a? Bon. S'il vous plaît promettez-moi que rien ne va arriver à ma fille. Merci." He hung up and put his head on his desk.
What a strange set of circumstances these would be.
A/N: I DO NOT SPEAK ITALIAN OR FRENCH. ANY ITALIAN/FRENCH USED WAS BECAUSE OF GOOGLE TRANSLATE. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY INCORRECT THINGS. THANK YOU.
I'M HIGHLY AWARE OF THE FACT THAT THERE WAS HARDLY ANYTHING ABOUT ARTIE AND ALFIE EXCEPT FOR AT THE END. THIS PART WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WAY SHORTER BUT I ENDED UP GOING ALL OUT. I PROMISE THAT THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE FULL OF ARTIE AND ALFIE (SMUTTY) GOODNESS. SERIOUSLY. ALTHOUGH ARTIE MAY BE DRUNK. PEACE, HOMIEHS.
P.S. WTF IS EDITING *hardly edited any of this because school starts in two days for me and i'm really lazy. weeps eternally*