Valentines and other 14th

It was Tuesday the 14th of February when the young silver haired man went along the streets. Suddenly he heard a loud scream and his red eyes skimmed his environment. On the other side of the street, in a small alley, he could see two men that harassed a girl, so he decided to help her immediately. "What is wrong with you, my little sunflower? You don't want to have fun with us, da?", someone said with a thick russian accent. "If you do what we want we wont hurt you, Liebes" The second voice had a familiar sound and sounded really harsh. The albino tried to have a look at the small brown haired girl that was pressed against the wall of the alley. She had a really scared look in her eyes. "STOPP!", he screamed and pulled the two off of the girl. Then he was shocked. That German guy … that sounded so familiar … it was his … "Bruder?", he asked. The tall man with the stern look and slicked back blonde hair turned around to his older but smaller brother and smiled badly. "You are such a spoilsport", he shoutet. Then the huge Russian caught the Germans hand until it hits the albinos face. He laughed frightening. "You did not even notice that the little sunflower ran away, niet?", he asked and pulled him out the alley. They were followed by an annoyed look from the red eyed guy. He skimmed his environment one more time to look after the girl. But he couldn't find her. So he just had to hope she would be safe. One month later he saw her in the library and on the 14th of April she was in the same restaurant. He saw her on the 14th of every month. After ten month, it was December and the snow was falling, the girl came to him as she saw him at the bakery. She was slightly blushed but looked angry. "Do you stalk me?", she seriously asked him and he was confused. "No", he answered short and she blushed way more. "Oh ...", she looked down at her feet and stuttered "I-I am so-sorry. I forgot to thank you a few month ago."

He took her chin and lifted it up softly so she had to look at him. With his other hand he wiped away a little tear from her cheeks. "A beautiful girl like you shouldn't cry, Liebes", he whispered near her ear and he could feel how she stiffened at his words. As he looked at her he could see that she was totally shocked. "I... I am …. not … a girl", said the brown haired and stumbled a few steps back. The taller boy examined the person in front of him and reached out his hand to touch his flat chest. But before he could say anything the smaller boy took his clothes and ran away. In the next month the German didn't met the boy he saved and he was kind of sad because he had began to like him. No matter if he was a girl or a boy. He just couldn't forget that cute blushing cheeks and tried to imagine what he would look like if he would smile from his heart.

Now it was the 14th of February again and he gave up his hope to see the boy he started to like. He went out of the coffee shop and nearly ran into a girl that looks like the boy he didn't even know the name of. "I'm sorry", he apologized and wanted to go further. "Wait!", she shouted and hold his left wrist. "Please don't say you don't remember me ...", she said in a low voice and shivered a little.

The silver haired guy looked at that girl … or … well … "It's you!", he pointed out surprised. "But why are you wearing a dress?" The smaller one giggled a little bit. "I do really like you … But I am also a boy, so ..." His sentence was cut down by a gentle kiss. As they parted because of deficient air he said: "It doesn't matter, Liebes. By the way … I am Gilbert", he said and looked into blue eyes. "Toris", he replied and smiled that bright smile that Gilbert had wanted to see.