He saw him. The man in the mirror. The man they all didn't see. He could see him. They thought he was crazy. But the man in the mirror said that he wasn't. He just didn't let them see him, because they didn't matter. He didn't like them. So they couldn't see him. Once he'd asked why the man in the mirror didn't like them. He'd said, "Because they hurt you." It had made him warm inside. Warmth had turned to fire. A fire that burned brightly.
Gilbert looked at Ludwig, "I like that they can't see you in the mirror. You are mine." Gilbert's red eyes looked at Ludwig in interest, "Can you leave your mirror? Do you have a life outside of my looking glass?" he asked.
Ludwig touched his hand to the glass and Gilbert watched the surface ripple. Then the tips of Ludwig's fingers pushed out of the glass. Gilbert held his breath and watched as Ludwig's head and upper body emerged out of the mirror, soon followed by his lower body. Gilbert trembled, and hesitantly touched Ludwig's cheek softly with his fingertips.
Ludwig pressed his cheek into Gilbert's hand. "You got me to try something I was afraid to do. Now I can protect you mein liebe." he said softly.
"They won't hit you, rape you, or starve you ever again." he whispered into Gilbert's ear. Gil shivered.
"R-really? You'd do that for me?" he asked the blonde.
"Ja. Just for you." he said then leaned down and lightly touched his lips to the albino's.
Gilbert smiled and kissed back, winding his arms around Ludwig's neck
"How? How will you protect me?" he asked.
Ludwig just smiled, and pulled Gilbert into his arms. He fell back into the mirror, "I will take you home with me. To the place where I live." he said.
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The next morning the doctors came into patient 186409's room they found the silverette dead. He'd bled to death from cuts on his arms made by broken glass. No one mourned the passing of the man from the insane asylum. No one but a blonde haired man with icy blue eyes.