Ciaossu~!

So...yes, I've started another story.

(Please don't shoot me, readers who already know me and are waiting for updates on other things!) I know I'm supposed to work on my other fics, but... I really have been wanting to get this one out of my system for ages. So bear with it. XD

So, shall we begin?

Since the house is on fire let us warm ourselves. ~Italian Proverb

"You're one cheeky little shit, aren't ya?" hissed a blonde haired man as he shouldered the kicking and screaming five year old through the smoldering hallway. The fire was getting too intense; he couldn't stick around and grab anything for the brat; if he stayed any longer she would get too much smoke in her lungs, and that would be a problem.

"Tch, what a hassle," he growled, frowning and kicking a burning table out of his way. Above him, he heard things falling; the roof was probably caving in from the intense heat. There wouldn't be anything left of—

"Mama! Papa!" screamed the brat, "Let me go you asshole!"

He glanced at her, an amused smirk on his face. Well, her vocab is pretty wide, he thought. But she needs to shut that damned mouth of hers. His ears were ringing from the shrill volume of it. And she continued to scream non-stop; he bounced her on his shoulder hoping she would stop for a second, cuz the damned kid needs to breathe at some point, but all it seemed to do was aggravate her enough that, screaming and hissing like a wildcat, she twisted and sunk her teeth into the skin just above his collar bone.

He let out a nice round of cuss words in Italian before grabbing the back of her nightgown and tugging her back. Her jade green eyes were quite furious under the tears as she stared up at him, before she started coughing.

The smoke was starting to get thick, even for him.

"Tch," he dodged a falling grandfather clock as he made his way into one of the front rooms. The lace curtains were smoking and curling as the flames licked at them, falling into pieces and leaving holes in the Persian rugs.

Wealth rent back into the earth, he commented silently as he looked around the room for a way out. The front doorway had buckled under the weight of the upstairs balcony; it was too full of flame for him to take that way anymore. So possibly a window?

The brat had finally stopped screaming; she was limp in his arms. He looked down and let out another cussword before whipping off his coat and wrapping her in it. He cursed himself for not doing it sooner; if the kid ended up taking in too much smoke…

His thoughts ran short as the ceiling collapsed above them, sending flaming chunks of plaster and wood at their heads. It sounded like the whole world was crashing down on them; it was lucky that he managed to get under the grand piano just in time; otherwise they would have been roasted. But that wasn't saying that the piano provided protection from the heat; no, it was like jumping into a bonfire.

The kid started screaming again as the ends of the coat caught fire; her screams painful and high pitched.

"Would ya shut up!" he gasped, kicking the burning chunks of ceiling out of the way and pulling her tighter against his chest. Coughing, he managed to get them to the windows. With a good kick, the windows were shattered and he was jumping out, the little brat hugging tight to his middle.

They hit the ground a good ten feet below, but he didn't let her go, rolling in midair so he landed on his back. It hurt like hell, and he let out a heck of a groan. Not a minute later, the roof completely collapsed on the Victorian house, flame rocketing upwards.

"Mama! Papa!" screamed the little brat, untangling herself from the coat. Her eyes were big and wide as she saw the house burning down.

Damn, he thought sitting up and pulling his long blonde hair out of his eyes; his ponytail must have come undone. He pulled his hand away to see blood; somehow he managed to cut his forehead on the way out. The kid glanced at him, before tearing to her feet and running at the house.

"H-Hey!" he yelled, before limping after her. But she didn't go inside. Instead she sank to her knees and stared at the flames, her skin white as porcelain against the light of the flame. He stopped next to her, before reaching down and putting his hand on the top of her head.

"I'm sorry little princess, but your Mama and Papa are gone."

The little girl dropped her head down and started crying; he scooped her up and carried her to his motorcycle, which he kicked to life within moments.

And so began the new life of Luca Alessia Canzone, only survivor of the Canzone family.

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Alright, so that was my brisk first chapter. It's been a while since I jumped back to 3rd person view... But that aside, the second chapter is on its way!

Reviews are very welcome, and thank you for reading!

-Okami Raen