Venus de Lovi chapter 8

Chapter 8 – Stupid Cupid

Lovina's POV

I hate the world. I truly do. You might be wondering why I just figured this out. No it has nothing to do with that assassin and the freaky Swiss dude. Well, if you must know… *cough I'm sort of inlovewiththestupid tomato bastard cough*. What do you mean you didn't hear me? Alright I'll say it in a way you can understand. I'm maybe or maybe not… who am-I kidding? I'm head over heels for the Tomato Bastard. Happy now? Oh I can just hear the smirk you're making right now. You're probably thinking that you knew all along. Whatever. But I bet you want to know how I figured this out for myself? Well it started with the day when Feli, Sandro and I went to his house to meet the turtles. First, he avoids me all week! Which was hell! I mean it! He never gave me a glance. He totally forgotten about me like everybody else does. I thought he liked me! He was one of the rare people who did! And when he finally talks to me, he spends most of his time talking with my stupid lovable cute brother! That everybody liked better than me! Seriously! It was like they were long lost best-friends. Then he's all weird and apologizes to me. Well I wasn't going to apologize for hitting him because the bastard deserved it. Okay I might have felt a little sorry. But I forgave him and we talked. We just talked. We spent the afternoon together with my brothers! But that wasn't when I finally admitted it. No I finally admitted it on the day he began working at the Café.

After school, if you were a part of the Nysa witch coven and a teen, you were at the café. Who cares if you were working or not because you had to be there. And then if you weren't working, you were in the lair training with Miss Beilschmidt and maybe others if they were there. I never had found an excuse to work until now.

Now, you would think the fact that there was this super old and super deadly assassin in town would be all the buzz. No, it wasn't. People need to get there priorities straight. Seriously! The talk of the coven was the new police chief, Arthur Kirkland and his little brother and nieces. Nonno told me there names but I forget it. It's a miracle that I remember Arthur Kirkland! Everybody was talking about him and how he killed a dragon once, in five minutes. Sure that is impressive. He also saved the Queen of England a few times, without her knowledge of course. Yeah, he has battle the big, the bad, and the ugly and survives to tell the tail. He was like the modern Hercules of the supernatural. The superstar of England's magical community. The headlines of the World Magic (the worldwide newspaper for the supernatural, I know we still use newspapers! And it just happens the French Bastard will sometimes write articles for them, and they would get published) were saying that he was the greatest wizard of our times. Then why the fuck was he coming here? Everyone forgets about Canada. He should just stay in Avalon. People remember the isles of apples. Something must be bringing him here, more than money. What wasn't in World Magic was the fact that Sakura, the Asian Vampire Assassin Bitch (I need to find a shorter nickname for her) was in Nysa. I would think that would be news worthy. Nope.

But let's ignore the red-alert situation in Nysa. Before going back to that, I'll give you bastards the satisfaction of telling you how I figured out that I was well… you know for the Tomato Bastard. You want me to say it again… my lo…lo…love! Chigi! MylovefortheTomatoBastard! There! I'm not resaying it.

So, Nonno decided to hire the Tomato Bastard because … I don't know really. Maybe it was to keep people busy? But he did hire him to sing! He was going to sing! With a guitar! Hot… I mean… yeah hot and sort of romantic now that I think about it.

Friday, last week, before my idiot nonno taught us how to create and control magical fire, (Gilbert burned Felicja's skirt right off. Come on, we all knew you two were going to break up! Stop whining about it.) Nonno put up the sign that there was going to be free music every Tuesdays, Wednesday, Thursday and Fridays from 3 to 5 and on Saturday it was going to be 1 to 5. He called it, helping the next generation. It was more like helping your workers friend.

On that Tuesday, Antonio walked into the café with his guitar case on his back and maybe with Gilbert, Matthias, Lucia, Emil and Silvia. He made sure he looked good. I mean really good. At the time, I didn't understand the feeling too much, my heart was playing music again, legs weaken, I got a little dizzy. You know the normal stuff. I was glad that was now happening on rarer occasions. I could not live life in that feeling forever! That would so suck! It was fine once in a while when he would stand there looking hot in a white button down shirt (half way to be exact) and light jeans that hugged him so well. And that ass... I admit I love him and now I'm acting like a crazed fangirl. What is fucking wrong with me!

I pretended to not see him, or blush and just made the coffee people were ordering. There were a lot more people hear then most days. Free music must really be something. In your face Starbucks!

When it was time to sing, he didn't go on right away. Gilbert had to basically force him on a chair and Francis forced the guitar in his hands. Yeah, the French Bastard was here. So was his sister, the workers, Sandro's friends, the Potato Bastard, Dc. Yao, his three children, his pervey brother that like to grope people, the Dutch guy from Math and his family, and some other people. His father was here. We all know where Antonio gets his looks from. His father was good looking... not like Antonio though.

"Hola! Um… Hi," Antonio started. "Ay…" He started to string his guitar. "Well, I found this song online and thought it was pretty so… here goes nothing."

He started to play. The song wasn't familiar and maybe no one knew this song. But so far it was catchy. I watched him play a little bit. I didn't have any coffee to make, everyone was looking at Antonio. Why was he so nervous? He wasn't nervous when he sang on the table tops. The song, so far, seemed so Antonio like. He was peppy and happy.

"Whoa, what's this? This feeling – heart thumping, excitement! Nice to meet'cha, amigo!" he sang pretty quickly but I thought that was probably how the song was sang. "You could do your work every now and then… Hey, just a little is fine! I'm counting on ya, señora!" He sang so well like velvet to my ears. I mean it was like… he did sing well… who am-I kidding? It was sound of velvet or silk. That is if materials could have a sound. "Words alone aren't enough for everything I want to convey. With all my feelings, fusosofuso~." What the hell was that sound. It felt so natural coming out of his mouth. It was sort of freaky. "Tell me what rhythm and steps you like. Let's dance together!" Okay, do this lyrics sound so Tomato Bastard to anyone else? Really, it was scary how much I think he wrote it. It was cheesy… but in a nice way.

Now it was time for the chorus, "In this round, round world, let's cross over the seven seas." His nerves were out the door and he was happily and comfortably singing up there. "We'll demolish all those national borders!" Was he looking at me? Yep. He was singing cheesy romantic lyrics too me. I might have blushed. "That'd be great, right? Olé! With the rain that pours down, let's create a rainbow bridge in our hearts." Well those were gay lyrics but sweet too. "With the never-ending el sol!" Did he notice that he says the never-ending the sun? Whatever it didn't matter.

"It's easy-peasy, for sure, probably! As long as there are tomatoes and churros." Its official he wrote the song and I will not be convince otherwise. Even if you find the song online with someone else singing, I will still be convinced the Tomato Bastard wrote it. Tomatoes and churros are his two favorite things. Shut up. I only knew that because he brings those things to lunch and he told me on multiple occasions. "C'mon, let me see you smile, amigo! Even if you sigh a lot and make such grumpy facial expressions, play nice with me, señora!" Wait! Not only that I was convince that he wrote this song… it's too cheesy not to be… but he wrote it for me! I sigh and make grumpy faces. Oh my fucking god! He was singing to me! Well… I might have not had the reddest blush in the world when I figured that out. I turned away from the singing idiot and pretended to do something. "I have a hard time reading the atmosphere but don't be mad! Fusosofuso~. I'll play my favorite song for you, so let's sing together!" That's when I took another peek at him. He was smiling a smile that was impossibly big and good… yeah whatever I give up, being in denial is too much hard work, it was hot.

"In this round, round world, let's cross over the seven seas. We'll demolish all those national borders!" Officially those lines were way too sweet. "That'd be great, right? Ole! With the rain that pours down, let's create a rainbow bridge in our hearts. With the never-ending el sol!" I didn't care if the grammar was wrong.

After the guitar solo, he sang again. "Words alone aren't enough for everything I want to convey. With all my feelings, fusosofuso~. Tell me what rhythm and steps you like. Let's dance together!" Flamenco! Let's dance the flamenco! Or ballet because that's more Italian. "In this round, round world, let's cross over the seven seas. We'll demolish all those national borders!" That lovely chorus again. How pretty. "That'd be great, right? Ole! With the rain that pours down, let's create a rainbow bridge in our hearts. With the never-ending el sol! In this round, round world, let's cross over the seven seas. We'll demolish all those national borders! That'd be great, right? Ole! With the rain that pours down, let's create a rainbow bridge in our hearts. With the never-ending el sol!" And the song was finished. I never looked at the Tomato Bastard the same way again.

God, this was hell. I'm in love. I'm fucking in love with an idiot! And he loves me back for some fucking stupid reason. But with my luck the moment we get together he'll figure out that he hates me and will leave me for a prettier girl. Look at me! I'm so plain! My hair is brown, the most common of the hair colours! My eyes are hazel, not very interesting. I have a temper! And my chest size is way too small! Then look at mister Adonis there. He's so hot! and nice and friendly and likable. He could get any girl and then leave me in two seconds flat. No, I will not date him. He will leave me for some Venus.

Well that was disappointing.

The Tomato Bastard continued to sing and everyone else started working. I started to get orders again. Oh, great now I have to make a Greek style coffee.

I can make any coffee. I mean it. It's the only thing that I'm good at. Ask me to make any coffee in the world and I can. My specialty is Italian coffees but I make pretty damn good coffee even if it's not Italian. I should seriously open a café in Naples. That would be (to steal a word from Gilbert) awesome.

"Lovina!" said the Albino Bastard.

"What?"

"Can you give the Greek coffee to the table with the cats," he said. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Whatever," I replied.

Okay, first of all, who the fuck brings cats in a café! And how the fuck did my nonno let that happen? I thought there was a no pet rule. Second of all, what the fuck? I just took one look at them and I knew something was wrong with them. The one was European, Southern European to be exact. You can tell by the olive skin. He was good looking, he had nothing against Antonio though. His curly brown hair was longer and he had more muscles. He was also older but let's ignore that. He looked like he was half a sleep. The woman beside him was Middle-Eastern or North African (you know the part that is all desert). She had long raven hair and green eyes, like her boyfriend? She wore a very pretty white dress. I want that dress. There were two cats with them. The smallest was purely brown with a little hint of grey on his head. The other, the bigger one, was all white with a grey spot on his head.

"Um…" I started to say while putting the coffee in the middle of the table.

"My friend is disabled, she needs Adonis and Pygmalion" the man said. The woman shook her head in agreement. Did he know what I was going to ask before I asked it? Wait? How do lazy ass cats help someone who is disabled?

"Are they like seeing cats?" Hey maybe she was allergic to dogs so they had cats.

The women shook her head. Yeah, she didn't look blind. So what the fuck is with the cats?

"My friend is mute," the man said. Okay? Whatever. Because that made total sense. The sarcasm is strong with that sentence.

The Middle-Eastern girl took the smaller cat and started to pet it. I started to leave.

"Wait!" I heard a voice that reminded me of a cat. It purred, it fucking purred.

I looked down and the little cat was talking! Okay, as someone who can use magic, I shouldn't be surprise. But a fucking cat was talking! How are you not surprise!

"Watch your boyfriend's back," the cat said. The freaking cat wasn't even looking at me. He was looking at god knows where but the chick was looking at Antonio and then looked at me. So she talks through the cats? Hey, that's creative. See Antonio might leave me for a chick like this… Did she say boyfriend?

"I don't have a boyfriend!" I replied.

"Our bad," the man said. "By this point Isis doesn't know the present from the pass to the future."

I knew there was something weird about them! They were magical.

"A mother shouldn't play with demons," the little cat or the woman, I don't know anymore, said.

Damn, oracles, prophets or seers, whatever they wanted to be called. Why do they speak in riddles? Why is it only the smart people that can actually understand a seer, prophets or oracle (again, I don't care what to call them because it means the same thing to me). Mothers shouldn't play with demons. Well newsflash, no one should be playing with demons. Demons are bad news. Play with demons and you'll most likely get killed.

"I know Sakura personally, she's a very nice woman," the man said smiling. From the looks of it, he really knew her well. Ew. "But once she gets an order, she is bonded to go through with it. She doesn't work for money like other assassins. She's too old to care about money and material things." He said like he agreed with her. How old was this bastard? "She bonds herself to her client and if she doesn't fulfil her mission, or if her client doesn't break the spell or die, she'll fulfill what her client desires. She hasn't made the bond yet, but she will. Soon."

Um… what the fuck? Okay, when the cat started to talk I should have just left. It was a talking cat! How weirder can life in Nysa get? But no, I couldn't just go back and make coffee. I had to listen to what the cat had to say. Or well the woman using the cat as a puppet. Whatever way you want to look at it. No, I had to hear this cryptic talk about demons, a vampire assassin bitch and my future boyfriend. So, this wasn't a warning about the Potato Bastard Brothers or the French Bastard, damn I was really hoping that she was here to kill one or all of them. From the fucking looks of it, it was… oh no.

Luckily, I was not carrying anything because I would have dropped it. Fuck these wierdos. I ran as fast as I could, horrified, to my nonno. Nonno! Nonno!

I crashed open the door and ran into my nonno. I was crying by this point. My nonno took me and started to rub my hair. Damn it, I was crying. Hard.

"They're here for him!" I cried.

"Who's here for him?" he asked.

I looked up for my Nonno with teary eyes. "That Vampire Assassin Bitch and that Weapons Dealer, they're here for Antonio."

"Quoi?" Damn it the French Bastard was here.

I looked around and saw that the Dragon Doctor was here and his pervert brother was here too. The three them looked at me in surprise. What the hell were they here talking about… fuck I don't care anymore. I figure out I'm fucking in love with the Stupid Tomato Bastard and I find out an hour later that his life is in danger! What the fuck! Seriously, God fucking hates me! Or the Gods?

"The… um…" I couldn't stop crying. But I needed to give them the message. "Cat… puppet lady… told me!"

"The cat puppet lady told you?" the Chinese man/dragon asked. He didn't believe me. Come on, you're a 4000 year old dragon! You must have seen some really fucked up things in your life.

I nodded. "She was with the man that ordered the Greek Coffee and she used cats to talk and told me that Antonio was in danger! Then the man told me that Sakura wasn't bonded yet!" Yep, I sounded crazy. No wonder no one believed me.