Y/N's POV

"Luca? Luca...!?" I called as I entered the place where the young prodigy worked in; the great inventor's laboratory. It was normal for me to be inside here, since the great inventor himself does favor me as if I was his child. Besides, I'm not staying for long. I just wanted to give Luca something... I hope he likes it.

Different machines and inventions littered all around, some hanging onto the ceiling while others sparked out and lit up in rhythm. It was honestly scary, yet so interesting and mesmerizing. I can see why Luca loved it here. He has always been quite the Tinkerbell. And honestly, I don't mind. It made him adorable in my eyes. The thought made me blush madly as I quickly walked to a weird but really eye-catching invention at the side.

It had Luca's imprints all over it, you could easily tell it was his invention due to how amateur but peculiar it looked. The scrappy, yet we'll made exterior shone lightly as a clean line of current passed by a few seconds. I wanted to touch it. It looked really interesting.

As I reached over with my unprotected hand, a gloved one went and quickly snatched it away from the machine. "Y/N! D-don't touch it, you'll hurt yourself!" The familiar voice of Luca scolds as he gripped my hand tightly, yet gently. As if he was afraid my wrist would break if he held it roughly with his large covered hands.

I turned to face Luca. His slightly long brown hair was pulled back neatly into a short ponytail behind his head, and his dark-bluish eyes held this sense of worry, yet was filled with passion and joy. The way his light skin tone made his dark hair and eyes pop out was amazing, and I loved every inch of him.

I didn't even realize that I was staring, until his brow raised and his worried frown turned to a confused smile. My face blew up to 50 shades of red, quickly pulling my hand away before I became wayyy too obvious. Honestly, I was glad that Luca was such a dense but smart idiot. It had saved my composure for so many times already.

Turning back to the creation, I stared at it with interest as I cooled my burning face down. "Is this the one you were talking about, Luca?" I asked curiously, pointing at the unfinished invention. "Yes actually, it's not yet stable as of now and might electrocute you if not handled with protection. S-so sorry for grabbing you harshly earlier," he said, his cute stutter showing up every now and then. He had developed one for about two years already. Probably because he's been shocked so much from his creations.

"That's okay. And your invention is pretty interesting Luca. Maybe one day you'll get the recognition you deserve," I said softly with a smile, turning to look at the great inventor who had come to us. "Right, sir?" I asked as I looked up to the man.

The great inventor stared at Luca's invention, and his eyes held something I never expected from him; Envy. He snapped out of his trance and turned his gaze towards us. "Oh, yes indeed."

There was something off with the great inventor, but I just shrugged it off as I remember my purpose as to why I came here. "Oh by the way Luca," I said, pulling out some new and clean gloves from my pockets. "I made you some gloves, since yours is getting pretty old."

Luca's face lit up as he quickly grabbed the gift, making me blush when his hands brushed against mine. "Wow, t-thanks Y/N! I'll cherish them forever!" He beamed, grinning at me goofily.

Seeing his happy face made my heart skip a beat. And the thought of not seeing it was painful for me, so I was happy that even if was only such a small price to pay, I am one of the few people that can make him like that.

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Things have happened so fast... I wasn't able to catch up properly.

There was an uproar regarding the death of the great inventor, and Luca being blamed for murder! He was taken guilty for a crime he didn't even commit, and was sentenced to be hanged in a public execution.

Ever since then, I had cried myself to sleep as the days that numbered Luca's life lessened. I tried visiting him, yet the guards won't even let me give him food!

I still remember the last time we saw each other; he was working on his invention out at the back under a tree, while I sat beside him reading a book.

"Ouch! Again!" Luca yelped as a bolt of electricity coursed through his hand. I sighed and gently removed his tattered gloves, delicately rubbing the burnt spot with a wet towel I brought for cases like these. It was normal for him to get zapped, and I had grown to be his nurse whenever it happens. Not that I mind. It gave me an excuse to hold his bare hands.

"Didn't I tell you not to use these gloves anymore? You have better ones, yet you still prefer using these old, shabby ones?" I sighed as I stared at his hand, continuing to aid him. "Do you not like my gift? But I worked hard for it...." I pouted.

This made his eyes wide as he quickly tried to comfort me, "I l-love your gift, Y/N! I just forgot to wash them e-earlier. So I basically have no choice but to use these!" Luca laughed as he watched me with a blush on his cheeks.

I looked up at him with a poker face, before shaking my head. "Whatever you say, Luca. How's your invention coming together?" I asked, changing the subject as I leaned back onto the tree trunk.

His eyes lit up at the mention of his beloved invention. Oh how I wished they would as well when looking at me. "It's actually pretty good! I-I'm so close to finishing this!" He beamed as he spoke with glee and pride. He's always so giddy when the topics about his great invention.

"Just you wait, Y-Y/N! This machine will surely put my name on top!" Luca exclaimed, standing up as his happiness and determination seems to affect his aura. "I'll make everyone knows my invention! And I-I'll make sure, you'll be proud of me too, Y/N!"

For the thousandth time since I met Luca, my face turned red as I stared at his handsome face. The thought that he wanted me to be proud of him overwhelmed me with feelings of joy and satisfying heart ache.

I wanted it. I wanted to be that way. With me being one of his inspiration, I'll be his number one supporter.

I smirked, the blush not leaving my face. "I'll look forward to it, Luca." Those were my words as I held his hand, gripping it tightly as if I never wanted to let go.

Just by reminiscing those happy moments, filled my heart with sadness and pain. If I could have turned back time, I would. If only I was there to help him, to fight for him, to be his support. But I wasn't. And I hate myself for not being able to do any of those.

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Luca's POV

This cage is so dark... How long have I been in here..?

My face was sore, and my body felt so weak and malnourished. I can barely remember who I am. I'm going crazy, those shock therapies they game me really got to my nervous system. My hands won't stop shaking, and I would tic and twitch ever so often. It was awful.

I don't remember anyone... But somehow, I have this urge to complete something. To hold something. To be proud of something.

Then, a surge of pain went through my blurry mind, causing me to groan as I held my head. I saw a machine... An invention... My invention!

I quickly got up and looked around. Oh no... It's not here! It's at the laboratory! I calmed myself down, knowing I still have time since my execution was pardoned. I have to sneak out.

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Too lazy to write how he got out. Plus it'll only clutter. Sorry :P

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I quickly opened the abandoned laboratory, dusts and insects littered around as the machines were covered with white sheets. I knew that traitor inventor had already passed, and I heard that the wife had taken all the money and fled.

I searched for my creation, looking all over the place as my worry rose, thinking it had been broken or got lost—

Finally! That was easier than I thought. I took my prized possession out of the cramped box it was dumped in. The dents and cut wires it had made me flinch. I need to fix it. Will I even be able to fix it? I don't have any money, nor tools and parts!

A frustrated growl came out of my bruised lips as I grip my tangled and dry hair. This was too much pressure for me. I need help... I need to do something, or else—!

Suddenly, as my eyes darted all over the room, I saw a letter from the box earlier. It had my name written on it in fancy cursive. Out of curiosity, I ripped it open and started to read the contents.

Money? A game? Oletus Manor?

What's this all about? Although I have no knowledge of what this was, my eyes kept rereading the part where the prize was stated; money. I needed it. I have to go. I'll take any chances I'll get. Although it was impulsive, I had no other choice.

I quickly grabbed my invention and sprinted towards the exit. But then I stopped. My body refused to leave as my heart felt heavy. I'm... I'm missing something... I stood there for a few moments, before raising my hand and seeing my dirtied gloves. It was the one Y—

Another pang of pain went through my head, my weird memory loss was somehow trying to force something to be forgotten.... No, it was someone. But my heart and body refused to let it go. That feeling of longing to hold, to complete, to touch was back, but it was replaced by a someone instead.

And with that, I let my body walk me back to the village.

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A crash broke out from inside Y/N's room, making them quickly shot up awake from the noise. The prisoner stood in front of the broken window he had barged in, slung onto his shoulder was a small bag which contained the letter and invitation. The moonlight lit up his sharp yet bruised features as he stared at Y/N.

"L-Luca?" Y/N gasped in shock as they quickly got out of bed, scrambling over towards the male. Getting a better look at him, their eyes widen seeing how much he had changed in prison. His hair was dishevelled and had gotten longer, carelessly thrown into a messy ponytail at the back. One of his eyes were bruised with his skin tainted with marks and cuts, and he had gotten thinner, almost as if they had starved the poor boy. He was dressed up in striped clothes that were in bad condition, and a chain hung from his neck.

Y/N's jaw slightly dropped, cupping Luca's face gently with their hands. "W-why..." They stuttered out as the prisoner seemed to just stare at them in blank. It was as if his mind was buffering.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up again as he grabbed Y/N's shoulders, pulling them into a hug. "Y/N! I m-missed you! But I-I have to go, I just went here to visit you and to say goodbye for now," Luca explained quickly as he pushed them away, not even giving Y/N time to hug him back.

"Goodbye? Why? Are they going to continue with your execution?" Y/N asked worriedly as they grab Luca's hands, looking up to him with tears brimming their eyes. Luca then shook his head, "No. I-I'm running away for now. But I'll come back, I'm not going to forget y—"

Luca let out a groan as he held his head, the painful surge was almost unbearable. "Luca?!" Y/N called in shock. "What's happening?! Are you okay?!"

The prisoner took a while before answering, shaking his head. "I-I don't have enough time. I'm l-losing memories each second, Y/N," he said as he stared at the floor. What he said broke their heart. What was happening to Luca?

"W-what? B-but I thought you said you're gonna come back—"

"I will," Luca quickly cut them off as he looked at Y/N. "I promise. I won't forget you, Y/N. You're the only thing I won't let my mind erase, and if I do, I'm better off dead," he said as he went and hugged them tightly.

"This might be our last meeting for now. But don't be sad. One day, I'll make sure even when I'm not here, everyone would know my name. And that way, you'll never forget me, and I won't forget you too," he whispered. Y/N's eyes widen, before their tears finally started falling down their s/c face. "I love you..." They mumbled, hugging Luca tightly.

He was quiet, before a small chuckle left his mouth. "I'll remember that..." He replied as he kissed Y/N's forehead. "I love you too."

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"Hey Luca! The match is about to begin!" I heard that green hoodie man call as they walk to the lobby. I can't remember his name.... Noah? Nash? Ah whatever, I have always been bad at names anyways.

I stood up from my seat at the living room, walking to the lobby to see my teammates. I sat down next to Kristian (Kreacher) and started playing with my control, waiting for this game to start.

"Hey Luca, can I ask you something?" Karter (still Kreacher) said, making me turn to look at him. "You always wear those dirty and tattered up gloves. Why don't you get new ones from Vera?" He asked as he pointed at my hands.

I looked at the gloves; the seams were lose and the textures was slightly charged up with static. Maybe I should get new ones, but I don't want to. My body was stopping me from removing it.

"It's....very special to me," I replied as I just continued to play with my gadget. Why was it special to me anyways? Well, I do remember that it was given to me by someone. And I know that someone was close to me... But....

What was their name again? I can't remember.

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I started playing again, but I probs will only play with it when I'm bored, so I'm not sharing it. And just to catch up with the events and characters, since I'm a fandom writer after all XD

My first prisoner oneshot. Hope you guys like it. It's pretty long oof—