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sailorstarsunHa ha ha! Epilogue.
This is the real end. Please please please give me critique! =D About anything related to this story. If anything in any of the chapters is unclear, let me know so I can fix it. If anything is totally unbelievable, let me know so I can fix it. If anything is wildly stupid, let me know, so I can fix it.
And THANK YOU! to everyone who has read this at all. .^__^ (both of you)
Title: One Last Chance
Genre: drama, romance, mm/yaoi/slash/gay/whatever you want to call it
Rating: R/NC-17 - there are some detailed sex scenes, but it's not a smut story
Warnings: Some of those sex scenes are a bit rough, but everything is consensual. Also, if you're perceptive, spoilers. >3
Chapter Notes: I wanted to be vague about the big reveal thing at the end, but then thought maybe nobody would catch on, so made it more obvious. But I don't really like it more obvious; I want it to be more... vaguely obvious. Does that make sense? I want it to be clear without having to spell it out. Any tips or hints would be highly appreciated!!
Epilogue
"Well, does anyone want to give it a try?"
The question was posed to a sea of blank faces, and answered with only blinks as she waved the chalk at them. It was a difficult math problem, written as a challenge, and the lack of attempts came as no surprise.
Until one unlikely voice sounded out of nowhere. "I'll do it."
Everyone's attention turned to the door, where the voice came from. Nicholai Volkov stood in the doorway, tall enough that the spikes of his hair brushed the top frame. The class was too shocked to even gossip about his sudden arrival, when he, for good reason, hadn't bothered to show for the past few days. Why he was here now was very much a mystery to everyone, since his lack of a uniform was evidence that he had no intention of attending classes that day either.
Professor Feldspar held the chalk out to him. "Alright, be my guest."
He took the chalk from her and, with all eyes on him, worked the problem out. The only sound throughout the whole room was the chalk tapping against the board as he wrote. When he finished, he stepped back and looked at his work, then leaned back in for a small correction, saying "Hn, forgot my decimal point." And the class got another shock when they saw him smile. It was the first time they'd seen his real smile, free of spite or malice or sarcasm.
"Your answer is correct," Feldspar said with a nod, and he could see she was holding back a smile of her own. "That was a difficult equation."
"I had a good tutor."
At that, she did smile, and her eyes softened. As he stepped closer to return the chalk to her, she took his hand. "I'm sorry this happened to you. You were working very hard and doing really well. I'm proud of you."
"I owe it all to you," he replied. "Thanks."
Then he pulled back and headed to the door, picking up his bag to leave, when she called to him. He turned to face her as she said "I'm supposed to stop you if you try to leave."
He raised an eyebrow. "Will you?"
"No," she replied, smiling again. "But where will you go?"
All he could say was "I don't know."
When he got to the administration area, where the front doors were, he found Luciano on the phone, apparently unable to resist calling home. His eyes were sad, but at least he wasn't crying, and he nodded at Nicholai when he approached.
"Tell him I'm sorry," Luciano was saying. "And I hope he can forgive me someday. I want to be able to see everyone again." Then he held the phone away for a moment, looking at Nicholai. "It's Vati. Papa won't speak to me."
"At least someone will."
Luciano nodded, then gave a sheepish smile. "I tried talking to Daddy, but all he could do was cry." When his father's deep voice came through the phone again, Luciano put the receiver back to his ear. "Yes, Vati? Yeah... Eh!? ... Ok..." Then he handed the phone over. "He wants to talk to you."
"To me?" At the other's nod, Nicholai held the phone up. "... Yeah?"
"... This is Luciano's-"
"I know who it is."
Nicholai could just feel the voice glaring at him through the phone as the man made an irritated sound, then said "So now you're taking my son away?"
"It's more like the other way around. He's taking me."
"Just..." The voice cracked, and Nicholai realized that for all the stern and seriousness, 'Vati' was still a worried father. "Just, take care of him."
"I will."
"He-"
The voice cut off, and Nicholai heard a scuffling and shouting over the line. The phone was being fought over, and was dropped at least once, causing him to wince in pain as he held the phone away from his ear. Luciano gave him a confused look, but then his eyes grew wide and his lip quivered when his Papa's voice came over the line, saying "Hey, are you still there?"
Nicholai went back to the phone. "Yeah, what?"
"Do you know what happens to people who steal from me?"
If the guy was some kind of mafia boss, Nicholai could come up with a few ideas. "Making Luciano hate you won't help anything."
"You have no idea what would help me."
"If you care for him at all, if you think of him as your son at all, you won't make this any harder on him than it already is."
"What's your name, boy?"
He paused, but then figured there was probably no point in hiding. His name would be all over the news by tomorrow anyway. "Nicholai Volkov."
"Volkov?"
"Yeah."
"Is your father Ivan Volkov?"
"You know him?"
"I've heard of him." Nicholai could only wonder what he'd heard, and he didn't like the tone the man's voice was taking as he asked "Do you know anything about Luciano's mother?"
"Only that she was killed."
"I found out some information about her."
"That you won't tell him."
"I was planning to," the voice became irritated. "But maybe you can pass on the information for me, ah~n?"
Nicholai wanted to punch the man in the throat. Luciano deserved a far better father figure than this selfish, arrogant fuck. "How about you tell him yourself? He wants to talk to you. I know you're mad, but he-"
"She was Russian," the other interrupted. "Of course I was dismayed to learn Luciano is only half Italian, but that's no matter. A little over a year before Luciano was born, she had another child; a son."
He stopped fuming at that, becoming thoughtful for a moment. Another son would mean Luciano had a brother that he was obviously unaware of. But what this had to do with Nicholai, why this man was telling him this, now of all times, he didn't understand. Unless it was some kind of a stalling tactic, or unless 'Papa' was some kind of lunatic. Nicholai glanced over Luciano, who stared back with worry and a touch of confusion. He had no idea what was going on; Nicholai felt bad for him.
The voice on the phone continued talking. "But this woman ended up having to run from her husband, who I hear is awfully abusive. She ran away, and left the son behind. So tragic." The way he chuckled made it apparent that he really didn't find it tragic at all, or just didn't care. "But even sadder, the abusive husband hunted her down, and had her killed."
Nicholai almost dropped the phone. This was sounding way too familiar. His mind was making connections he didn’t want to make.
"Of course, she'd already had Luciano by the time he found her. But I hear that the son who was abandoned had silver hair and golden eyes."
He started shaking. As he pieced together what this man was telling him, why the story involved him, his grip on the phone receiver tightened, until the plastic started to crack.
"Tell me, boy, what color are your eyes?"
"What... the fuck..."
"Did you sleep with him?"
Nicholai slammed the phone down suddenly. He didn't want to hear any more. His hands were trembling, and when Luciano touched his arm he jumped back.
"Are you alright? What's wrong?"
Golden eyes met silver as Nicholai slowly turned to look at his...
His...
He shook his head. He wouldn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. No, it didn't matter. Nothing would change.
"It's nothing," he said, then grabbed Luciano's hand. "Let's go."
Luciano nodded. "Ok."
And just like that, hand in hand, two sides of one coin walked out the door, and disappeared from the world.
This is the real end. Please please please give me critique! =D About anything related to this story. If anything in any of the chapters is unclear, let me know so I can fix it. If anything is totally unbelievable, let me know so I can fix it. If anything is wildly stupid, let me know, so I can fix it.
And THANK YOU! to everyone who has read this at all. .^__^ (both of you)
Title: One Last Chance
Genre: drama, romance, mm/yaoi/slash/gay/whatever you want to call it
Rating: R/NC-17 - there are some detailed sex scenes, but it's not a smut story
Warnings: Some of those sex scenes are a bit rough, but everything is consensual. Also, if you're perceptive, spoilers. >3
Chapter Notes: I wanted to be vague about the big reveal thing at the end, but then thought maybe nobody would catch on, so made it more obvious. But I don't really like it more obvious; I want it to be more... vaguely obvious. Does that make sense? I want it to be clear without having to spell it out. Any tips or hints would be highly appreciated!!
Epilogue
"Well, does anyone want to give it a try?"
The question was posed to a sea of blank faces, and answered with only blinks as she waved the chalk at them. It was a difficult math problem, written as a challenge, and the lack of attempts came as no surprise.
Until one unlikely voice sounded out of nowhere. "I'll do it."
Everyone's attention turned to the door, where the voice came from. Nicholai Volkov stood in the doorway, tall enough that the spikes of his hair brushed the top frame. The class was too shocked to even gossip about his sudden arrival, when he, for good reason, hadn't bothered to show for the past few days. Why he was here now was very much a mystery to everyone, since his lack of a uniform was evidence that he had no intention of attending classes that day either.
Professor Feldspar held the chalk out to him. "Alright, be my guest."
He took the chalk from her and, with all eyes on him, worked the problem out. The only sound throughout the whole room was the chalk tapping against the board as he wrote. When he finished, he stepped back and looked at his work, then leaned back in for a small correction, saying "Hn, forgot my decimal point." And the class got another shock when they saw him smile. It was the first time they'd seen his real smile, free of spite or malice or sarcasm.
"Your answer is correct," Feldspar said with a nod, and he could see she was holding back a smile of her own. "That was a difficult equation."
"I had a good tutor."
At that, she did smile, and her eyes softened. As he stepped closer to return the chalk to her, she took his hand. "I'm sorry this happened to you. You were working very hard and doing really well. I'm proud of you."
"I owe it all to you," he replied. "Thanks."
Then he pulled back and headed to the door, picking up his bag to leave, when she called to him. He turned to face her as she said "I'm supposed to stop you if you try to leave."
He raised an eyebrow. "Will you?"
"No," she replied, smiling again. "But where will you go?"
All he could say was "I don't know."
When he got to the administration area, where the front doors were, he found Luciano on the phone, apparently unable to resist calling home. His eyes were sad, but at least he wasn't crying, and he nodded at Nicholai when he approached.
"Tell him I'm sorry," Luciano was saying. "And I hope he can forgive me someday. I want to be able to see everyone again." Then he held the phone away for a moment, looking at Nicholai. "It's Vati. Papa won't speak to me."
"At least someone will."
Luciano nodded, then gave a sheepish smile. "I tried talking to Daddy, but all he could do was cry." When his father's deep voice came through the phone again, Luciano put the receiver back to his ear. "Yes, Vati? Yeah... Eh!? ... Ok..." Then he handed the phone over. "He wants to talk to you."
"To me?" At the other's nod, Nicholai held the phone up. "... Yeah?"
"... This is Luciano's-"
"I know who it is."
Nicholai could just feel the voice glaring at him through the phone as the man made an irritated sound, then said "So now you're taking my son away?"
"It's more like the other way around. He's taking me."
"Just..." The voice cracked, and Nicholai realized that for all the stern and seriousness, 'Vati' was still a worried father. "Just, take care of him."
"I will."
"He-"
The voice cut off, and Nicholai heard a scuffling and shouting over the line. The phone was being fought over, and was dropped at least once, causing him to wince in pain as he held the phone away from his ear. Luciano gave him a confused look, but then his eyes grew wide and his lip quivered when his Papa's voice came over the line, saying "Hey, are you still there?"
Nicholai went back to the phone. "Yeah, what?"
"Do you know what happens to people who steal from me?"
If the guy was some kind of mafia boss, Nicholai could come up with a few ideas. "Making Luciano hate you won't help anything."
"You have no idea what would help me."
"If you care for him at all, if you think of him as your son at all, you won't make this any harder on him than it already is."
"What's your name, boy?"
He paused, but then figured there was probably no point in hiding. His name would be all over the news by tomorrow anyway. "Nicholai Volkov."
"Volkov?"
"Yeah."
"Is your father Ivan Volkov?"
"You know him?"
"I've heard of him." Nicholai could only wonder what he'd heard, and he didn't like the tone the man's voice was taking as he asked "Do you know anything about Luciano's mother?"
"Only that she was killed."
"I found out some information about her."
"That you won't tell him."
"I was planning to," the voice became irritated. "But maybe you can pass on the information for me, ah~n?"
Nicholai wanted to punch the man in the throat. Luciano deserved a far better father figure than this selfish, arrogant fuck. "How about you tell him yourself? He wants to talk to you. I know you're mad, but he-"
"She was Russian," the other interrupted. "Of course I was dismayed to learn Luciano is only half Italian, but that's no matter. A little over a year before Luciano was born, she had another child; a son."
He stopped fuming at that, becoming thoughtful for a moment. Another son would mean Luciano had a brother that he was obviously unaware of. But what this had to do with Nicholai, why this man was telling him this, now of all times, he didn't understand. Unless it was some kind of a stalling tactic, or unless 'Papa' was some kind of lunatic. Nicholai glanced over Luciano, who stared back with worry and a touch of confusion. He had no idea what was going on; Nicholai felt bad for him.
The voice on the phone continued talking. "But this woman ended up having to run from her husband, who I hear is awfully abusive. She ran away, and left the son behind. So tragic." The way he chuckled made it apparent that he really didn't find it tragic at all, or just didn't care. "But even sadder, the abusive husband hunted her down, and had her killed."
Nicholai almost dropped the phone. This was sounding way too familiar. His mind was making connections he didn’t want to make.
"Of course, she'd already had Luciano by the time he found her. But I hear that the son who was abandoned had silver hair and golden eyes."
He started shaking. As he pieced together what this man was telling him, why the story involved him, his grip on the phone receiver tightened, until the plastic started to crack.
"Tell me, boy, what color are your eyes?"
"What... the fuck..."
"Did you sleep with him?"
Nicholai slammed the phone down suddenly. He didn't want to hear any more. His hands were trembling, and when Luciano touched his arm he jumped back.
"Are you alright? What's wrong?"
Golden eyes met silver as Nicholai slowly turned to look at his...
His...
He shook his head. He wouldn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. No, it didn't matter. Nothing would change.
"It's nothing," he said, then grabbed Luciano's hand. "Let's go."
Luciano nodded. "Ok."
And just like that, hand in hand, two sides of one coin walked out the door, and disappeared from the world.
