*breathe* er, hi.

This is my first yaoi long-fic, so if I mess up, tell me.

English is not my official language, so If I made any mistakes, warn me, please.

Be honest in your reviews, and review please

If you want any pairing to appear here, say on review and I'll put it, but I'm sorry, no other pairing with Matthew or Gilbert will happen besides PruCan

hm, I guess that's it. Enjoy ~

Prologue: In which Gilbert finds out a mirror.

'Don't enter' said the paper pasted on the basement's door, but the man just thought 'fuck it' and went in. He was never the one to follow rules anyway. The albino just wanted a place to smoke without someone to annoy him.

"'Gilbert, stop this vice. If you don't, you'll get lung cancer'." The albino groaned. "And who said I fucking care?"

Gilbert Beilschmidt, twenty-three years old, single and big smoker opened the door and lit his cigarette. He didn't know why he agreed with his step-father to going along on this meeting. It was something about money and companies. Honestly? He didn't give a flying fuck to these things. Wait. Wait a minute. He remembered his step-father saying that he would stop buying his beer if they didn't go together.

Oh.

The albino sucked his cigarette and released smoke out his nostrils. Now that his desire was satisfied, the man looked around. Poorly illuminated by one lamp hanging from the ceiling, that basement was full of dusty boxes and cloths, but, what caught his attention was a big covered object. The thing had a paper similar to the one on the door: 'don't touch it'. It was enough to provoke his curiosity. The albino pulled the cloth, and the object revealed itself a beautiful mirror of prettier frame with a little more height than he. At the top of the frame, the words 'Peccatores sunt captivis in imaginem eorum'* were cut on the wood. Gilbert recognized the Latin, but had no idea of its meaning.

"It's… Perfect!" he thought out loud "Considering that is on the basement, no one wants anymore… probably."

The man, then, decided to steal the mirror. He took it under the arm and climbed the stairs warily. 'Damn, it's heavier than I thought!'.' Realizing that his step-father was still on the living room talking with Bonnefoy, he walked quickly through the hallway and step out the front door. What? It's not like Gilbert never stolen anything before. After all, he was known as the marginal from the neighborhood. With that age he still lived with his parents and had no stable job.

The albino, as soon as he got home, carried the mirror to his room and putted it at the corner. He stood on front of the object and admired.

"This really is beautiful."

Suddenly, his reflection started to distort. The reflection's hair started to grow and turned a different color, the same happening with the clothes.

The albino was now face to face with a blond (a single curl that stuck up), extremely simple clothes, really old glasses and the most amazing violet eyes he'd seen (not that he'd seen a lot of people with violet eyes anyway).

"Thank you mister," said the stranger "but I do not believe I am as beautiful as you apparently think I am, mister."

And all Gilbert could do at that moment was scream. Loud.

~ in some other place ~

"The agreement is mutual, Mr. Beilschmidt." Said Francis Bonnefoy while shaking hands with the other.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Bonnefoy! I will not disappoint you!"

"Au revoir!"

The German left the house wondering where Gilbert was, but with one look at the street he knew.

"Scheisse, he took my car!"

*Sinners are prisoners of their own image (latin)

Au Revoir = Goodbye (french)

Scheisse = Shit (german)