It was a nice day, really. The sky was a perfect blue, big puffy clouds formed it, the sun was out and there was a small but cool breeze that comforted the heated air, It would probably be a good day to hit the beach, or to go outside and play some outdoor games, walk your dog, heck, maybe even sit outside your porch in your comfy little lawn chair with a cool bottle of pop.

Yes, a perfect day for everybody!

Except those who were "lucky" enough to find this.

But alas, he was one of these people, Ivan thinks as he stares at the body of a young (man?) Sprawled on the grass close to a cabin in the woods, and it's a shame that such a sight is displayed here, really, it is. Because the woods had a nice lake nearby, and the beautiful view of a nearby mountain, plus said owners of the cabin were fairly old folks, though certainly nice.

(Even if they shook in absolute fear while letting them enter their property as they explained what they had found that morning when they decided to step to the garden and on the way found this.)

So now he stands here, witnessing the body, and unsure of whether or not just assume whoever it is most likely is dead by now, I mean, their body wasn't exactly in the best conditions, bite marks, bruises, cuts and burns matted their body, even their strawberry blonde hair was an absolute mess.

"Man, I wasn't expecting a dead body out here! Maybe it's gonna be like in one of those scary movies ya know? With the killer on the loose in the woods!" his partner suddenly says, slightly scaring him as he turned to face him, the man was cheerful, really. A bit too much, but that was fine since he was outgoing and seemed to catch the likings of many, he's a golden blonde man with bright sky blue eyes framed with glasses, this man went by the name of Alfred F. Jones, or, as some say, the dream catcher, the lady's man, and to him and quite a few, the asshole.

"I don't understand how you could be so cheerful in a situation like this." Ivan raised an eyebrow, though shook his head, knowing that Alfred was always like this, unless something was extremely serious or out of the ordinary for him to frown and turn to the grim look on his face. "I hope you didn't tell that to the old couple. They'd have a heart attack." He added, and that was immediately answered by a howl of laughter from the other.

"Are you crazy?! Even I'm afraid to the thought of that reality! Why would I even want to tell that to the poor couple anyway?" He shook his head, before mumbling out a small "Silly Ivan." This in turn, earned him a scowl from the other.

They both were complete opposites really. That much was clear as crystal on sight. While Alfred was like the sun, Ivan was most likely the moon, more introverted and eyes a deep and dark violet colour, his hair wasn't a golden hue like Alfred's, but platinum, lighter if you will, his built, although muscular like the others, was much more broader, and he was taller than him too.

"Whatever man, anyways, do you think he's dead?" The golden blonde asked, nudging the body on the ground a little with his foot.

"Stop nudging it with your foot." Ivan said, rolling his eyes as he crouched down to get a better look at the body.

"Did you just call her and it?" Alfred asked, slowly kneeling down beside the other.

"Why do you think it's a she?"

"Well, look at her. Her body's thin and kinda curvy here in the hips! But I don't see any boobs though…"

"Alfred I don't think you should be talking about the boobs of a dead woman-"

"So you do admit it's a woman! And how are you so sure she's dead?"

"I'm only saying that because you seem persistent on calling it a she and I'd rather not get into a fight with you over a clearly dead-"

He froze, immediately flinching as he felt a hand gripping at his arm, it seemed to have been too fast as the body he had thought for a goner, a dead and cold no heart beat body. But instead they seemed to have been alive, as they quickly shot up into a sitting position and gave a rather loud growl, it wasn't one hundred percent animalistic, but it was pretty close, before a howl and a hiss followed it, guess the movement must've gotten to it, with as many wounds as those, and how fast it did move, he's guessing it must have been painful.

Though he's quickly snapped out of his thoughts and momentary shock as his partner suddenly mutters out a "Holy shit." And he quickly turns to look at him, usual bright blue and happy eyes now a frightened and wide blue as his mouth hangs wide open in shock, ah, yes, the fear he's seen on him before when he watched that scary movie with him is now reflecting again, except that zombie that suddenly arose to life in a movie is coming into reality, oh the horror.

"Alfred. Listen to me, this isn't a zombie." He reasoned, "Snap out of your stupid little scary movie come to real life bullshit and call 911. We need an ambulance it clearly needs medical attention." He hissed out, more like an order than anything else really, as he watched Alfred shakily nod as he hesitantly stood up and ran (almost tripping a couple of times-) back into the cabin, most likely looking for a phone to use, they'd both found that neither of their own phones got any reception out here, so maybe the old phone on the wall would work better.

He sighed, trying to steady himself, yes he was slightly scared, but he knows zombies aren't real, at least not right now, and a whimper from the person gripping his arm brings him back to look at it, about to say something when he freezes, a strong feeling of déjà vu hitting him. Those eyes…They resembled his, just lighter, and they didn't seem so violet, but more like his iris seemed to have a battle of dominance between a blue and the violet.

He swears he's seen them before. But he can't quite remember where or why he even thinks that.

So he snaps out of the trance and clears his throat a little, startling the other as they snapped their full attention to him, it looks absolutely terrified, scared out of their mind probably.

"Who are you? Are you even alright?" he asks, and finds the other to look even more shocked to hear him speak, does this man not speak? Is he deaf? Is he mute? Maybe he doesn't even understand English? He'd just have to find out…

But to his shock, that doesn't appear to be the case, as the man slowly, but hesitantly utters out a small, insignificant but valuable word.

"No."

Their voice is soft, quiet, even Ivan, who was no farther away from him than a centimeter, has a hard time catching onto what he said, but also notices how raspy and unused it sounds like, also much too hesitant, have they not spoken in a long while? I mean, they've certainly used his voice, the growl and the howl wasn't a squeaky toy or anything.

"Do you remember who you are?" he asks, hesitant as the man barely seems to have an answer to his last question.

"Nanuq." They simply responds, before his small and calloused hand leaves Ivan's arm, to rest at his lap "You?" they seem to decide to ask, voice wavering slightly, and Ivan quickly notices his grasp at his talking is quickly leaving the frailer looking person.

"I'm Ivan Braginsky. A member of the rescue team, do you remember why you're here? How did you end up here? Do you even have a home?" He doesn't quite mean to push so many questions onto them, but he needs those answers, it's what you're supposed to ask a…Victim? Missing person? A person you found lying on the grass near a cabin of an elderly couple? Yeah.

For a while they're quiet, eyebrows furrowing as they wore a somber looking expression now.

"Home," They start, before shifting their body a little to point towards the woods, before he pauses, squeezing his eyes shut as if trying to remember before he opens them again "Attack….Pack…Home…Kuma…." he mumbled out, before he seemed to shake entirely, Ivan trying to quickly steady him, and it was a good thing too. Because the other's eyes rolled into the back of his head before he collapsed, fainting right into Ivan's open arms.

Everything was quiet for a little while, Ivan quickly checking his pulse and breathing to make sure he was only passed out before he sighed, oh yes, the media was going to have an absolute field trip with this story.

He can already see the news really; Body that was found near a cabin and believed to be dead shot up alive and well, passed out and is now in the hospital.

That is... If he didn't die before the ambulance even got there.

But at least Alfred was quickly coming back, jogging as he sighed when he looked at the body in Ivan's arms

"Is he dead now? Did I call the ambulance for nothing?" He quickly asked, frowning.

Ivan shook his head, rolling his eyes "He's alive. He even talked to me for a while, before he passed out. Either way he still needs medical attention."

Alfred shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck "I just hope he doesn't turn into some zombie biting freak or something."

Ivan glared at him, he really was an immature idiot "Would you stop that? We're not in some horror movie. Our job is done here anyways. We just have to wait for the paramedics to get here."

The other sighed "Alright, geez, you don't have to be so mean." He looked up to the sky a bit, squinting "Let's just hope we can get the summer free after this…"

Ivan had expected they'd be able to go home and pretend this was like any ordinary rescue team mission or whatever, but to his surprise they're both forced to sit on uncomfortable hospital waiting chairs. Why? Because they're the rescuers, the one who "found" him, which by the way, Alfred was wrong, as the body had turned out to be male.

("Ivan dude, psst." The Alfred of eight hours ago said, nudging him "I betcha a hundred bucks it's a chick."

Ivan had raised an eyebrow, before shrugging "Then I bet it's a man…Even though it doesn't fully seem like it."

That Alfred had laughed, playfully punching him, unknown to him that he's gotten on the wrong side of the bet.)

So now he sat next to the sulking Alfred and he swears his patience is slowly growing thinner by the second, he just wanted to go home and sleep, but no, he has to stay here and await the results of a man he really doesn't want to see again, for some reason that strange sense of déjà vu just doesn't leave him when he's around the man, and he swears Alfred looks a tad bit too uncomfortable in his presence.

But whether or not it's out of his fear of "Nanuq" (if that was even his name) suddenly biting and lashing out to infect the world and cause the apocalypse, or for another reason all together, he didn't know.

"This sucks." Alfred mumbled, yawning as he drank from his almost empty cup of coffee (his six one in a row) "I want to go home and like…Play call of duty or something."

Ivan, however, rolled his eyes "I'd rather not give my sisters a heart attack if they find out I didn't call them to make sure everything is alright."

Ah yes, his sisters, Katyushka was his older sister by at least four years, and Natalia was the youngest one, still in highschool with the age of sixteen.

His sisters were all the way across the country, they are immigrants, and because of that they'd had it pretty rough, but now they were kind of alright, I mean, Katyushka was a nurse at an ER and he was on a rescue team and both made pretty good money, the only problem was that his job had required for him to move, and thus, he's far away from them.

However his older sister was quite of a mother hen, and often demanded for constant reminders of his health and other things, fussing over him at all costs, and Natalia was pretty clingy, suffocating in fact.

So in the end, it's much better to call to say that he's alright rather than have two very fussy and worried sisters that got into the first plane to his state and barraged into his apartment while he was pouring milk into his corn flakes.

(Now that wouldn't have been too bad. If not for the fact that he was only in his underwear and trying to rush in his morning routine, because he had woken up late.)

"Dude, no offense, but your sisters are a tad bit too…Clingy." Alfred shrugged, "I mean. You're what, twenty six? Shouldn't you be able to like, take care of yourself by now?"

Ivan glanced towards him, rolling his eyes; Alfred wouldn't understand of course, he was an only child as far as everybody knew, so he didn't know about the sibling struggles or sibling bonding or whatever it was that was currently trending on Instagram and tumblr. Of course not, he probably had it easy, not having to share the remote, getting annoyed endlessly, no privacy, sharing was either forced or took persuasion to do so, and even after all those things, siblings somehow missed you when you were gone and worried about you.

Or at least his sisters did.

"You're an only child. You really wouldn't understand." He stated, sighing, not noticing how Alfred seemed to have slumped a little more

"Well, according to dad, I used to have a little sister. Her name was Madeline or something. She died at birth though." He shrugged "Though I guess it really doesn't count."

The taller of the two was about to say something, probably some sort of minimal apology, but then a comeback of how it doesn't count, but he was interrupted as a doctor walked into the waiting room, clearing his throat and catching the attention of the two.

"Are you both Mr. Braginsky and Mr. Jones?" the man asked, a clipboard in hand, and it made both wonder why he would be personally asking for them instead of telling a nurse to fetch them, I mean, that's what happens in movies right?

Though they both shared a look before doing so, they slowly stood up, Alfred deciding to talk first "Yup! That's us! Something the matter doc?"

The doctor visibly cringed at his energy, and or slang, why did he have to trust these two on a patient such as the one in the room he's just stepped out of?

"Yes, in fact I think you might have to sit down at some point…" he watched their reactions for a second, the more energetic one immediately sat down, though the taller (and rather scarier) one stayed standing up.

"We've managed to patch him up, there aren't any broken bones thank God, but there are some nasty cuts and bite marks, as well as some third degree burns on him. We also haven't gotten any sort of information out of him, no ID, no registration; in fact there isn't even a trace of who he really is on him."

A glance between Ivan and Alfred, both thinking of one thing, what the fuck, probably, or something else, but soon the doctor started talking again.

"We've collected some blood and we'll see if that leads us to anything, but for the most part, be haven't gotten a single trace. He's woken up once now. Sounding like a wild animal at first, before we started talking to him, he's said his name is Nanuq, but when we asked who gave him that name, or who his parents are, he stays quiet, before slowly mumbling a, myself. And as weird as that is; he's saying something about a bear, Kuma…Kumajirou? I think was his name, but he seemed worried sick about it."

The doctor took a deep breath "So, while we try to decide what to do with him…Or know who he even is. We need him to stay with someone. And that someone is going to be one of you."

He had to bite down the laugh as he watched as both of their eyes widened and started sputtering excuses, how their apartment was too small, they had friends over all the time, they didn't have enough for another person, etc.

The doctor just shook his head "Whether you like it or not you're the only ones who are momentarily capable of taking care of him. Besides, you can split and share the charge of taking care of him."

"But, I'll let you too decide that later. Please come with me, I'd like to show you too the state he's in."

And without giving them a chance to reply, turned around and started walking, motioning for the two of them to follow, and as reluctant as the other two were. They followed.

It seemed like forever as they walked down the hallway, before the doctor rounded on a door, opening it and stepping inside, and before the other two could enter, he sighed "I'd like to warn you two, it's not the best state, and he seems pretty underweight." He mumbled the last part, before slowly letting them enter.

Ivan stepped in first, before walking closer to the blonde man in the hospital bed, that doctor had been right, he didn't look to be in the best conditions, bandages wrapped around him, gauzes, a breathing mask, needles that injected some sort of liquid into him. Yeah, not the best, but also not the worst.

And of course Alfred had looked a little paler when he saw him, but it's not like he was reacting entirely bad, or not that he cared much as Ivan walked towards the bed, picking up a nearby portfolio and opening it, slightly weirded out by the contents.

"…Williams?" he asked, looking towards the doctor "His last name is Williams?"

The doctor only shook his head "No, or at least we don't know. But a nurse here bestowed that last name to him for whatever reason…Said he looked like someone who's last name would be Williams." He shrugged a little.

Alfred gave him a look "Williams? Seriously dude? Williams is such a boring last name! At least tell me that you're gonna give him a different name than Nanuq or whatever the hell."

And while the doctor went to scolding Alfred, for his use of language and mocking of the last name Williams, Ivan only gave a sideway glance over to the man on the bed, the feeling of déjà vu was intense, even if he tried to make it stop, just where has he seen him before?

And it's been a month since then. Alfred had lost a game of rock paper scissors that they had played when the doctor was there, and now had the custody of Matthew.

Oh that's right, like you just read, not Nanuq, Matthew. Alfred had said that his name was weird, and unpronounceable, so he changed it to Matthew, despite how hard the other had protested against it, with the little words that he knew or could pronounce anyways.

But other than that Alfred wasn't so bad on taking care of him, he fed him, he gave him a nice home, he forced him to take baths even if Matthew didn't want to, and he even woke up in the middle of the night to calm him down whenever Matthew had a nightmare.

He probably wouldn't do that.

But alas, no matter how well Alfred was (hey, he even made Matthew put on some weight, which was good for him) even he couldn't hide his worries, as he seemed nervous on whether or not he was being a good caretaker or not, and, as Ivan slowly found out; scared of who exactly Matthew was.

They still didn't have any information onto him, and DNA test results didn't link him to anyone.

(Though a nurse had commented on a how similar Alfred and Matthew looked like, and while Alfred had rushed to explain how they couldn't be related, Matthew had only stayed quiet, though the look on his face changed to one of somebody hiding something.

Though that might have been his imagination.)

But that's not important, no. What's important is the fact that on a Saturday, he's now opening his door, at seven am, to a very cheerful looking Alfred, and sleepy and as usually cold and not so emotional Matthew.

"Why are you in my apartment at this hour?" he asked, grumbling angrily

"Dude, you gotta like, help me out, my aunt died and my mom is forcing me to go back home, and I just can't arrive with Matthew! I haven't told them yet, so like, do me a favour, and take care of him. It's only for a week!" Alfred had quickly explained, before nudging Matthew inside of the apartment and putting some bags down next to him, mumbling out small things like "be good." and "listen to Ivan."

"Do I look like a nanny to you? You're the one that's supposed to take care of him!" he tried to argue, but the American seemed to be in a rush.

"Dude. I don't care. I'm in a hurry right now like my flight is about to go and I need to get Matthew a place and you're avaible, agreeing with me? No? Yes? Great! See ya!" he quickly ran out the door, slamming it behind him and leaving Ivan and Matthew all alone.

Ivan gave one glance over to Matthew, who seemed to be looking around, the oversized (and clearly not his own, probably Alfred's) red hoodie made him look even smaller than he already was, sweatpants hiding his figure, as he wore a pair of black converse, before he seemed to realize the reality of the situation, and that Alfred wasn't there to fuss and take care of him, as his eyes widened a little, turning to look at the big man before him.

"Hi…" he started, voice soft and sweet and innocent, far from what Ivan had heard the first time he heard it.

"Hello." He responded, unsure of how this was going to turn out like.