Sometimes, there was such a thing as being too awesome. Like when it woke you up for no reason. At three o'clock in the morning. Despite the fact Gilbert had gone to bed at two in the morning. Meaning he had only gotten (whoop-de-do!) one hour of sleep.
Groaning, the albino rolled over, glaring at the glowing numbers on the face of his clock. They were mocking him, he decided. Laughing at him, though they were definitely jealous that they weren't as awesome as he was! "Stupid clock and your stupid numbers," Gilbert sneered, "thinking you would ever have a chance of being as awesome as me! Everyone hates you anyway, why don't you just go jump off a bridge or something? Nobody needs you or your stupid time!" Giving a satisfied huff, Gilbert rolled back so he was facing the ceiling, eyes restlessly tracing patterns on his ceiling.
A soft chirp was suddenly heard. Sitting up, Gilbert glanced down at his feet, watching as Gilbird looked at him sleepily. "Ah, sorry little guy! I didn't mean to wake you up!" Gilbert said apologetically, watching as his small friend went back to sleep with another soft chirp. Slowly sitting up, Gilbert glanced around the room for a moment, before getting out of bed, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he shuffled out, plopping onto the couch.
What was there to do at this horrifying hour? He couldn't go to any of the local bars; they knew his face and refused to let him in at this time. Hell, they refused to let him in most of the time anyway! Just because of that one incident…crossing his arms, Gilbert made an irritated sound, making his way into the living room. He would be meeting up with Tonio and Francis soon, so he couldn't call them right now. Damn! Three in the morning really was not awesome! No wonder he had woke up, he needed to paint some color on this pitiful time!
Bounding to his feet, Gilbert only needed to take one step before he tripped over that accursed blanket and did a face plant on his coffee table. "My poor nose," He groaned; fingers flying up to cup it; eyes watering as it throbbed (though he would deny it later). "Stupid table, I didn't want to paint it red!" Gilbert said in a moan, tenderly touching his throbbing face. Picking his head fully up from the table, the albino shot the blanket a fierce glare. "That is IT! I'm going to send you to Antonio! He'll know what to do with unruly blankets who try to break my face!" Seizing the blanket, Gilbert threw it across the room, before turning his attention back to the coffee table.
"And you! You were the—"Abruptly cutting off, Gilbert reached out and picked up the picture that had fallen over when his face had decided to become friends with the table. Sitting back down on the couch, Gilbert carefully brushed some of the dust off it, staring down at the picture, a soft smile growing across his face. Smiling back at him was Francis, Antonio, and himself. Granted, much younger versions, though they had never been innocent!
He remembered that day well. Sinking down so he was laying on the couch, Gilbert wrapped his arms around the picture, hugging it to his chest. Closing his brilliant red eyes, he found himself suddenly in a different time, back when the only thing that had been important was proving himself better than anyone else.
MEMORY START
"What are you always so happy about? You sit there and you smile at me despite the fact I just groped you! Does it truly please you?" A musical voice echoed, making Gilbert flatten himself behind the tree.
"What? I don't know, I mean, I don't really mind or anything if that's how you say hello! Besides, I thought you were a lady when you did it," a relaxed, almost lazy voice answered, though there was clear amusement in his tone.
"A lady? Hmm. I see a way I could work that to my advantage!" The musical voice said gleefully. Peering around from behind his tree, Gilbert watched a blonde person dance around with suspicious eyes. Although, he had to admit, if he hadn't known the blonde was a guy, from the back he did look like a girl.
"Well, as soon as you turned around, I knew you were a guy," the lazy voice said in an absent manner. Tearing his eyes away from the blonde, Gilbert found himself examining an obviously Spanish boy now, a smile crossing his face, something that seemed to be second nature to him. His green eyes were alight with amusement as he watched the blonde haired blue eyed man.
Letting out a huff, Gilbert proudly walked out from behind his tree, head held high, and his posture rather regal. "Trespassers, prepare to taste the wrath of my crop! Nobody can get away with coming to MY spot!" Gilbert declared, brandishing his weapon, a feral grin streaking across his face. To his immense satisfaction, the blonde actually jumped and hid behind the Spanish boy, who was staring at the crop with a fascinated expression.
"Your spot? I don't recall seeing your name on it!" The blonde boy argued, standing beside the Spanish boy now, instead of behind him. "Besides, surely we can share? After all, there is enough beauty here for everyone!" Letting out a laugh, the blonde boy tossed his hair. Gilbert could almost hear the sparkles.
All of a sudden, the Spanish boy made a sound of surprise. "Oh! I know who you are!" He said excitedly, though his accent made it hard to understand what he had said. "You're Gilbert! Yeah! You're the one who is terrorizing everyone!" The Spanish boy was absolutely beaming now.
Surprise flickered in the red depths of Gilbert's eyes for a few moments, "You know of me?" He asked uncertainly for a moment, before letting out a laugh. "Of course you know about the awesome me! Anyone who doesn't deserves to be enlightened! I am a truly wonderful presence!"
"Why, you're right! It is him! I thought his appearance was familiar!" The blonde said, not wanting to be left out of this conversation. "It is an honor to meet the cause of the hell that has been happening!" He said with a charming smile, as well as a flirtatious wink. "It seems I groped the wrong person! Here, allow me!" He said with a grin, making grabby hands toward Gilbert.
Eyes widening, Gilbert quickly smacked those frightening hands with his crop. "No! There will be no groping of the awesome me!" He said quickly, backing up slightly. "Not until you wash your hands anyway. I don't know where those have been!" He added, with a slightly indignant tone. He heard the Spanish boy give a soft laugh, before his voice added into the comments.
"Ah, he got you there Francis. I'm not quite certain where your hands have been either…" After a moment, he added "and I'm not certain I want to know." A slightly horrified expression came over his face at that point.
Letting out a disgruntled sound, the blonde (whose name was Francis) shook his head. "Such insults, as if a Frenchman wouldn't have clean hands!" Letting out a huff, he turned away from the other two, setting up a corner of gloom.
"Hey! Only the awesome me is allowed to have corners of gloom! Only I have something better than a corner of gloom!" Gilbert boasted proudly, puffing out his chest. All of a sudden, he had the Spanish boy and the Frenchie staring at him, curiosity gleaming in their eyes. "I have…an ALTAR OF DOOM!" Gilbert declared, tossing his head back.
"Ooh…" The other two boys said with wide eyes. They were, Gilbert decided, properly amazed. They seemed to be alright, hmm, they might even make proper friends!
"Oh! Well, you know his name," The Spanish boy said, pointing to Francis, "and we both know yours, but you don't know mine!" He seemed to be quite appalled by this, his stunning green eyes wide. "I'm Antonio!" He said happily now, clapping slightly.
"Antonio and Francis…hmm, for intruders you two don't seem to be so bad." Gilbert declared, putting away his crop. He didn't see the relieved look Francis shot Antonio at that, as he rubbed his whipped hands. "In fact, I think I like you two! I know exactly what we can do! You see…" Dropping his voice, Gilbert gestured for the two of them to come closer.
Bounding forward, the Spanish boy (Antonio, Gilbert reminded himself) was quick to come over. Francis followed a few moments later, apparently having gotten over getting his hands smacked. "You see, I can do amazing things on my own. But if we join forces, we can become the most bad-ass trio to rule this pathetic land!" Gilbert whispered excitedly, his red eyes gleaming excitedly.
"Oh, I do like the way you think!" Francis said excitedly, grinning widely.
"Yeah, we'll still have times to just relax and enjoy ourselves though, right?" Antonio asked worriedly.
"Of course! We'll be able to do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want! Nobody will be able to stop us!" Gilbert declared dramatically. "Now, who is with me, and who is going to sit at home and be boring?" Sticking his hand out to the middle, Gilbert grinned as two hands were placed on his.
"Are there any rules about this?" Francis asked in a somewhat worried manner.
"Please tell me I can still eat tomatoes!" Antonio begged, his green eyes somehow growing even wider.
"Tomatoes? What the hell does tomatoes have to do with anything?" Gilbert demanded, before rolling his eyes. "There's a few rules yeah, but there is only one you guys must follow! You can't EVER fall in love with someone! Giving your heart away makes you weak, and if you're weak, you're no longer part of this bad ass trio!"
A collection of "Yes!" went up, all in various languages. From somewhere, Antonio produced a camera, and somehow trio got their first picture together. Later that night, Gilbert would write in his journal about how this was "the most awesome day ever."
MEMORY END
Opening his eyes, Gilbert gave a soft chuckle, and carefully set the picture down, getting up off the couch. Exhaustion was tugging at him now, making his step heavy, but there was something he needed to do before he went to sleep. Shuffling around the room, it took a good five more minutes before Gilbert found what he was looking for: that blanket.
"Huh, maybe you were just trying to assist my awesome," he told the blanket, before flopping down on the couch and pulling it over him. "I haven't remembered that in a long time," he mused for a moment, closing his eyes. "Gott, nothing has changed." A soft laugh escaped him now, before sleep claimed Gilbert.
The fact that they had never changed, Gilbert would always be grateful for that. He needed those two more than anything else in the world. One could almost say…
…Well you could almost say that he loved them.
Gilbert didn't give his heart away though. That would make him weak, after all!
