The Mafia's Desired Dreams.

{Back to Zeno and Luna}

Walking out of the salon with her, Zeno tried his best not to say a single horrible word since she'd asked him how her hair looked. His mother, before she passed away, always told him that; if you don't have anything good to say about something, then it's better to just keep your mouth shut. And this was exactly what he was trying to do, but it was a really hard task to do.

"Alright, I have to ask." He finally couldn't hold it in any longer. "Why in the world did you suddenly decide to change your hair color?" He asked, still trying not to laugh. "And among all the colors you could go for, I mean, we have almost a hundred shades of brown and black and red and orange and even blonde that you could choose, why in the world did you just sit down, and decide to dye your hair blue? Ocean blue?" Who in their right mind dyes their hair blue?!

"What's wrong? I think it's pretty cool." She shrugs. "I wanted a change, and you know I don't like flashy colors, I wanted something cool and calm, so I chose blue." she shrugs again, and his mouth fell wide open.

"You don't— You don't want something 'flashy'? You don't want something 'flashy'?! and your choice was blue? You have brown, even ash-black is calm, hell, copper is calm, but you choose blue!" He just couldn't understand her own method of reasoning. "If blue isn't flashy, what is?" How could she call blue calm?

"Uh-unh, Pink is flashy, red is flashy, orange is flashy, white is flashy, blonde is flashy, but blue is calm." And that was it, he couldn't argue with her further, there was no way he would win against her. She had a different way of reasoning.

"Just get in the car, and let's go home," He chuckled within himself. "but if papa asks about this, I didn't come here with you, okay? You came here with little Johnny. I had no part in all of this." He dramatically draws an invisible circle round and round her head with his palm. She rolls her eyes and lets out a weary sigh.

"How old do you think I am? Why would papa care about what I do with my hair?" she hissed as he opened the car door for her to enter.

"I do know you're not old enough to go crazy. I mean you're just what, nineteen?" He states, and she instantly withdraws herself from the car, and turns around to face him. There was a sudden kind of change in her expression. Her brows narrowed down and her nose wrinkled as she stared at him with all seriousness.

"How old did you say I am?" She was forced to ask. It couldn't be that Zeno still saw her as a teenager, could it? Luna tried to tell herself this, but the look on his face made her realize even before he responds that he really saw her as a little girl.

"Y_Y_You're_"

"Stop stuttering, and tell me! How old did you say I am?" she asks again, moving closer to him, breaking the little space that remained between them, she was so small in front of him, and yet her gaze was so intimidating, and it made him wonder; how old is she? He had no idea.

"Twenty? I mean Twenty-two—three. "... BAM! A punch straight to the center of his abs brought him bending down to her level, and she landed another punch on his hard jaw, sending him staggering back, not because she was that strong, but because she was strong, and it was unexpected and packed with anger.

"I can't believe you, how can you not know how old I am? We've been living together since I was five, we literally grew up together, and you say I'm nineteen? Hell, you even came to my birthday party two weeks ago!!" She punches his chest with annoyance and frustration. "You were at my party yet you don't even know my age," she kicks him in the leg with her boot, causing him to bend again, and she lands another slap on his head.

He didn't know where to hold, his head or his leg.

"I just turned twenty-five, and you think I'm twenty!!" He looked up at her with serious surprise in his eyes, he knew that years had passed, but he didn't realize that years had passed so much. When did she ever turn twenty? And now she says she's twenty-five!

"Twenty-five? I didn't realize." His eyes moves from her face, and trails down just below her shoulders. How could he know this, when she looked like a middle school student?

"What are you looking at?" she flings both her hands over her chest protectively, and lands another kick on his leg, causing his gaze to shift from her chest.

"Sorry, I wasn't staring, but it's really not my fault, they are just so small, it's like they are not even there, so it's hard to believe that you're older than thirteen." Maybe he really should have followed his mother's advice and just kept his mouth shut since he didn't have something good to say.

The anger was bursting in her veins, and her face was instantly coloured from the shock at first, and then shock turned to shyness, and shyness turned to fury, and fury turned to hurt, and the color in her face disappeared.

And now she was just embarrassed before him. He was a fool. The fact that he would make reference to her breasts in such an exchange made it seem like he really saw her as a little girl. One he held no romantic feelings for at all. Not even a little.

She knew this fact that he only saw her as a little sister, but she didn't realize he thought she was this little.

But he was right, she was no different from a middle schooler. She used the smallest of A-cup bras, whereas Ara was endowed in every area, she was nothing compared to the woman in his heart.

"Let's go home." she whispers into the air, and slides into the car. It wasn't until they drove back home in utter silence did he realize his words must have hurt her badly, even though he didn't mean to.

It was always like this, he never knew how to say the right things, and that was probably why his mother always told him to shut up if he didn't have anything nice to say.

"Piccola I_"

"I'm tired, I want to sleep." she says and walks away as soon as he brings the car to a hat, not giving him the chance to say whatever it was that he had to say. He just stood there and watched until her figure faded out of view.