I'm writing this chapters in Italian and then I will translate them in English, so if you want to read this story in its original language (Italian), you can find it on Efp, "L'agente della Gestapo", by Akira Yuki.
I hope you like this and I'm sorry for possible errors.
It's the year 1937. Spring has just arrived in the cold city of Berlin, Gemany's capital. Are not passed even five years since Germany has a new head of state, or better, a new Fuhrer; and yet everything changed so fast. German citizens are comfortable with the new laws, even if the negative aspects are various: curfew, a constant fear of the security forces, even if you're innocent you still fear them, and various episodes of violence.
In this years, more and more 'not arian people' are taken away. Protect someone of these people would bring serious causes, like denunciations or spend days or months in prison. To make matters worse, if you are only suspected of helping one of these people you have to endure days and days of inspections, sudden raids on the home and the constant observation by highly trained agents.
In this city lives one of the most experienced and feared agent of Gestapo, or rather the secret state police. Prussian origin, this only twenty-five year old boy has made its way on its own, distinguishing itself for its large abilities. it is impossible not to recognize him when he passes through the streets: despiute his black uniform, nothing can hide his white hair. A clear skin, he was albino. His almost red eyes had increased the various stories that run about him. It was nine years that he lived in Germany, together with his stepbrother, but before entering into Gestapo he was already well known in the previous Prussian Secret Police State; and it is precisely for this reason that no one, including the ordinary citizens, knew little or nothing about him.
That morning of a bright sunny day of spring, the boy was getting dressed with his uniform, ready for the new assignment: the night before he had been informed that a certain Roderich Edelstein, a man who enjoyed great economic wealth, had been seen in suspicious attitudes and an anonymous source accused him of hiding Jews in his big house. It was the duty of the members of the Gestapo investigate whether these rumors were true or not.
Roderich had had no previous, indeed, his childhood and his life up to that point had been perfect, worthy of a German citizen.
However, certain charges were too serious to let it go and so the task of investigating had been assigned to the young albino, Gilbert Beilschmidt.
Once ready, he left the house and was carried by a colleague in front of the huge house of this gentleman. The house was located on the outskirts of Berlin, in the part where all rich people live intheir villas. As he arrived, he got out and knocked hard on the door. A young girl with long brown hair and green eyes opened the door.
"Yes..? What do you wish?". She said, a bit intimidated by the high and gloomy figure that lay ahead.
"I'm looking for Roderich Edelstein. Is he in the house?". Gilbert was cold and direct. He had experienced these episodes for years, always the same story.
"Yes, I'm going to him .. Do you want to come in?". Gilbert nodded and entered the house while she was going in an other room to call the landlord, up the stairs. The Prussian began to look around, watching the house and all the luxuries he had. This Roderich lived just fine.
"Were you looking for me?". A voice made the Prussian take his eyes off from the home decorations. Gilbert turned to see the man who was walking down the stairs.
"Are you Roderich Edelstein?". Asked Gilbert.
"Yes. What do you want from me?". The landlord approached the albino and only at that point Gilbert could better see the man's features. Man .. rather guy. He was of the same age of Gilbert, or maybe he was a little smaller. Was slightly lower of him, his hair was brown with a strange bunch. He had some really peculiar purple eyes, but covered by eyeglasses. To Gilbert, this Roderich seemed to be a spoiled brat.
"You have been accused for illegal Jewish protection. I am here to verify this accusation. In time other soldiers will come to control your home from top to bottom". Gilbert looked at the young boy, serious, without feeling any emotion. "If you are hiding them, tell me here and now, so that you can not be affected."
"Check as well my house .. I'm not doing any illegal activity." The boy's tranquility almost disarmed Gilbert. Was not long before a group of soldiers reached the albino and, under his command, began to check every centimeter of each room, while Gilbert remained in the same room of the young boy. Roderich did not seem agitated, indeed, the more time passed and the more he seemed to lose patience and calm.
Gilbert was watching him. Why was Roderich having that reaction? Was he hiding something?
But it was not long that Roderich came up to Gilbert and spoke to him: "Oi! Tell your men to keep their hands to themselves and do not put my whole house upside down!". Gilbert watched him surprised. However that surprise expression did not take long to turn into a grin amused.
"Be quiet .. They know what they must do." Roderich did not seem to have much patience lefft. He was angry with the idea that someone was touching his things. Gilbert instead watched him with the corner of his eye, in a certain sense, amused. That guy looked like a young spoiled master.
A few minutes later the men returned to Gilbert, reporting that they had found nothing. Did than, they came out of the house after a quick 'goodbye' to the owner of the house. The Prussian looked at the young gentleman.
"Don't think it ends here. We will continue our controls." Said Gilbert.
"Go ahead .. I have nothing to hide." Gilbert looked at him a little amused, which was not really a good sign, then walked away toward the door.
"For now we're done here. Thanks for your time."
"Wait." Exhorted Roderich. "I did not do anything illegal and yet they are still accuses against me. Could I at least know who accused me? And how can I prove you that I'm not hiding anything?".
"Well..". Gilbert turned toward him. "The complaint was anonymous. As for the second question, let us do our job. If I decide that it is all right, then it will all be over. Otherwise we will continue with increasingly harsh methods." Gilbert uttered the last three word with a strange tone: lower, more serious. And yet it was a tone that revealed a certain charge. Even Roderich realized it and stood looking at him, thinking about what kind of person he had in front.
"Well, we will soon meet again, Mr. Edelstein. See you next time". Gilbert left the house, returning to the car and moving away from the house.
Well, this is my first english fanfic, so I hope the translation is good enough. Soon I will publish the next chapter.. that will be more interesting. I hope you like the story, keep reading it!^^