The next day…
Dante awoke – energy rushing through his body. He jolted upward, knocking Missio off himself.
'Finally… I got some good sleep…'
He stretched himself and turned around. He frowned slightly, seeing Missio still asleep. His lips couldn't help but grin. He neared his brother and tickled him. Missio jolted awake, kicking Dante. Dante burst into laughter as Missio awoke.
"The hell are you doing?" Missio groaned, clutching his stomach.
"Wake up. Don't you wanna explore Verona?" Dante asked.
"Oh, right…" Missio blinked, touching his ears.
He pushed off the bed and stood. Dante entered the toilet, closing the door shut. Missio waited outside for a few minutes before the door opened again. Dante exited and Missio passed in. He relieved himself and washed his hands. He pushed the door open, exiting. Dante got their suitcases as Missio took off his pajamas.
"What do you wanna wear?" Dante asked, unzipping the bag.
"Uh…" Missio stalled.
"Y'know, how about the new clothes Isabella bought you?" Dante threw his brother's new clothes.
Missio caught them and gazed them for a moment. He put on the jeans, zipping the fly. Then, he buttoned his new light gray shirt over the jeans. He wrapped a belt firmly around his waist. He raised his arms, checking himself out. Dante threw socks in his face.
"Take it." He said, putting on his light cream pants.
Missio frowned slightly. He sat and slid them on. He stood up and grabbed his shoes. He sat on the edge of the RV's entrance. After putting them on, they tightened around his feet. He jumped up, strolling around. His big brother also exited, putting on his glasses. He wore a new black shirt with his light cream pants and new branded shoes.
"How we looking?" Dante handed Missio his Music Box.
"You look good." Missio replied, taking it.
"Great! Then, let's get going." Dante wrapped a watch around his wrist.
He glanced at the vehicle. Using his glasses, he locked it. Instantly, the door swung shut and locked itself. Dante stepped forward as it powered off. Missio attached his Music Box to his belt. The item locked into place. Missio held the headphones and placed them over his ears. The two brothers then headed towards the city.
***
A few minutes later…
They left the parking and walked into city. Missio gazed at the beautiful buildings of the city, mesmerized by their design. He stared at the greenery of his surroundings like a child. Dante tucked his hands in his pockets, striding confidently.
"Where are we going?" Missio asked.
"Piazza Delle Erbe." Dante replied.
"What's that?"
"You'll know." Dante chuckled.
Missio sighed and continued to walk beside him. After a few minutes, they eventually reached a sight reminiscent of ancient Rome. They stepped into crowded place. Missio lowered his head, avoiding people's gaze. Dante lifted his head, gazing around the piazza. He glanced at Missio. He exhaled heavily, lifting his brother's head.
"What are you looking down for? The view is up here not down there." Dante sneered.
Missio gazed at his big brother awkwardly. He tried to look forward again but the people's gazes forced him down again. Noticing this, Dante patted his brothers back. Suddenly, Missio head shot up, locking eyes with others. A wave of nervousness washed over him like a tsunami. He peered ahead, catching other's gaze. Suddenly, they stopped. Missio and Dante glanced around the ancient site that had been resurrected from the past.
Missio calmed down a bit and tried to lower his head to no avail. He stared at Dante, annoyed at his brother's tactics.
'He's probably doing this…'
Right then, Dante spoke.
"Your eyes are not a curse, Missio. They're a mark of your strength." He stated. "You're a Breaker of Creation. When people look into those eyes, they must see royalty not a ghost."
The two brothers locked eyes.
"Confidence is a very powerful tool. I want you to glanced around this place with curious eyes. Don't think about what others are thinking about you. They have their own lives that are more important that just thinking about you. Treat them the same way."
Missio blinked. He turned around, looking around the piazza. Pushing his own inner nervousness away, he stared at the beautifully crafted walls.
"Wow…" He stated.
"Keep on looking. People aren't thinking about. They've got more important things to do." Dante pulled Missio forward as he went ahead.
Missio followed him, looking into the ground. He locked eyes with an individual. The two locked eyes for a moment before breaking contact. They passed each other as if they didn't notice the other.
"See?" Dante said. "One second eye contact. The next, you're on your way again."
Both stopped in their tracks.
"Yeah… Your right…" Missio smiled.
"How is the piazza? Evoke something in ya?" Dante stepped forward.
"It was… nice – beautiful." Missio replied, following behind.
"Then, how do you feel about your eyes?"
"Better."
"Of course, it's a slow process. For now, be confident. Confidence will make people stop questioning you." Dante said. "Another question, are you overwhelmed?"
"Hm? By what?" Missio raised a brow.
"You're still filtering the background noises with your headphones. Turn that off for a bit."
Missio paused. He slowly raised his hand. He tapped them, turning them into full transparency. Immediately, a barrage of noises, smells and feelings assaulted him. His body trembled – overwhelmed. He gritted his teeth, shutting his eyes. He tapped his headphones again and the noises disappeared. He exhaled heavily. He clutched his chest, catching his breath.
"I see…" Dante adjusted his glasses. "We'll work on that later."
"Really?" Missio panted.
"Yeah." Dante replied.
Missio drew a deep breath and straightened. His brother signaled for him to follow. He pressed his Music Box and a harmonizing melody played into his ears. He tucked his hands into his pockets and trailed Dante.
"Where next?" Missio asked, opening on eye.
"A couple of places. You'll see." Dante replied.