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"Mon dieu! Gilbert, what do you want from mon petit Mattiue?" Francis asked him, a murderous glare at the German, his hands on his hips in an angry manner.
Gilbert shrugged casually and answered, "His trust."
Antonio shook his head in disagreement, "Mi amigo, you do not get someone's trust by kidnapping them."
He childishly glared at them in return. The trio stayed like that for a minute or two until they heard chains clanking from the room he just came from. He grinned when he heard a shriek of "Merde!"
"I'll kindly ask you gentlemen to leave since Mr. Williams and I shall do business." He told the two.
The Frenchman nodded and turned around, he stopped midway and glared again at him, "Vous counard! You will not—!" He started, but have been cut of when Antonio took him by the shoulders and pushed him towards the front door.
The tanned man smiled at Gilbert and bid him farewell, "We'll meet back at HQ, then."
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Gilbert was met with the scene of Matthew Williams free from his bondage and sitting on the bed Indian-squatted. The Canadian's eyes were lightly closed; his hands gently wrapped on the fork and said fork in Matthew's mouth. He parted his lips and pulled the fork from his moistened mouth, a thin line of syrup connecting the fork to his exposed tongue. He slowly half opened his purple eyes and gaze at the man watching him, half-heartedly.
Gilbert's heart jumped when his captive, unintentionally, though seductively, made a suggestive act with the silverware. His perverted mind made him do so.
"Listen," he started, attempting to hide the small blush dusting his cheeks, "Please consider my question back from the party."
Matthew tilted his head to the side. Damn, the stupid albino had put something in the pancakes to make him feel sluggish. But Gilbert's question back from the party? Whe— oh, the party in Yao Wang's mansion, last year, a party for one of his younger brothers, Yong Soo's, graduation. The albino had caught Matthew alone in the balcony.
"Will you love me back if I say 'I love you'?"
It was a cute scene, for other people, but for the blonde, it was absurd! How can he love a fellow man? Nonetheless, one of those Wanted in Alfred's police criminal journal.
"I don't think you could handle me, Mr. Beilshmidt." The Canadian half-lied. He did not know a single thing about homosexuality or how to have sex with another guy. Even though he had dated eleven girls in the past two years, and even slept with six of them, how about a guy? Ahh, he's screwed.
The albino grinned at his statement and replied, "I'd be glad to show you."
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Alfred scowled at the condominium building from his tree-perch. He received a call from Toris saying that his brother was missing, and quickly knew who took him. He lifted his sniper-rifle to his eye and aimed for the guard by the front porch. The side of his lips twitched in a smirk as he watched the man fall, through his scope.
"1 down, nineteen more to go." With that, he leaped down from his tree and ran to the building, his footsteps sounding faintly and silhouette vivid in the orange evening sky.
He ran through the hall. He knew that this was one of the French establishments and one of those meeting places. Rumours had it that Francis Bonnefoy had lent this to the Germans to store their machineries. A man clad in a black suit ran into him and shouted at him to stop. The blonde ignored him and shot him with his gun. Alfred had atleast taken down six since he got inside, two whom he had killed with his dagger.
A long, draggy sigh came from his mouth as he walked rapidly to the main suite. Forgetting to take some burgers was not a good idea, since finding his brother was quite the chore. Matthew had been taken hostage two times already, even though he was still in the CIA, but it was for undercover work.
Leather shoes tapped cautiously on the floorboard then were muffled as the blonde walked on the carpet. Alfred grinned; this was where he was looking for. Sharp blue eyes scanned around the room. The main suite was expensively decorated: red, printed wallpaper; classy lamp shades; leather couches; and glasswares. He was searching for any signs of his brother or his German captor. Instincts told him to pass by to the kitchen counter. His instincts never failed him, yet again. There on the counter was a platter of ham sandwich. His glove-covered hand reached out for the sandwich and stuffed it in his mouth.
"'Ady 'uck's on mah side." The blonde muttered as he prepared his gun with a fresh load of bullets. He flinched when he heard some ruckus from the door some five metres from him, and quickly walked to it.
And when he opened it— there in quite a scene, was his brother, his upper body drenched along with his hair, as he was kneeling down in front the bathtub and coughing out water.
"Bro!" He yelled as he ran to his brother's aid. He kneels down to his brother and kept him up from passing out on the tiled floor. "Mattie!" He asked breathlessly, "What happened?"
Matthew looked up to him, his usual caring indigo eyes empty and soulless, and then gave out in his brother's arms.
From behind the American, he heard the door creak slowly and a strange laugh. He froze.
"Kesesesese…So Jones decided to come out and play? Bold choice." Gilbert said and smirked, cocking his gun to his head.
'Oh fuck…' Alfred cursed in his mind as he turned around. He soon smirked back at the German when a certain silhouette pointed a gun on the albino.
"Let me ask you to put that down." The shadow asked firmly.
Gilbert rolled his eyes and cursed in German under his breath; he dropped his weapon and kneeled before the twins.
"Ich werde verdammt erhalten Sie für diesen ." He hissed at them
Alfred took Matthew on his back and kicked Gilbert's gun from him reach.
"Sir, do I call the police?" Toris asked, gun still pointed at the German.
The blonde shook his head, "No, I think he understands the warning." He walked away, his brother on his back, and Toris following from behind, looking back at Gilbert if he had reached for his gun or not.
When the three men had left his condominium room, Gilbert smirked and let his hands fall to his sides. He took out a card from his pants pocket and sighed, "I am such a stalker," he looked at the card.
"Matthew Jones-Williams
980 Bridgette Drive
Someplace, NY
555-555-555"
He sighed once again and kissed the card, "Ah, Birdie, I shall come back. We'll be together once more."
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Matthew woke up with a gasp. He looked around and soon his features soothe— there across him was the door, to his right were his computer and his small balcony, to his left was his wardrobe and cabinets—home, sweet, home. He tried to sit up from his bed but felt that someone's arm slung on his waist, he looked down and twitched.
"Mattie, stay in bed for awhile…" The person whined, hugging him closer.
He chuckled, "Alfred, this is so gay."
Alfred cracked open one eye up at him and pouted, "But Mattie! We used to do this when we were kids!"
"Eh, Al, it was when we were kids. Does it look innocent if I were to tell Arthur we slept together?"
He sat up, "No! Don't tell him that!"
The Canadian smiled at him, "Of course, brother."
Matthew nearly got hugged by his house staff when they saw him making pancakes in the kitchen.
"Let's celebrate with maple syrup, yeah?" Dan, his Australian house steward, suggested.
"Like, totally!" Feliks, Toris' fiancé, exclaimed, raising the bottle of maple syrup up in the air. Toris looked at his fiancé wearily, and at the bottle.
Toris was actually one of Matthew's ex-colleagues when he was still in the CIA. Toris said he owed his life to the Canadian since he was nearly killed by one of Yao Wang's men, and got saved in the last minute. He quitted with him and became his driver, even though he was rich himself. He became something like a second brother to the blonde man. He knows of his secret mafia, though he's not a member nor takes part of it.
"So, why'd he take you, sir?" The Lithuanian asked, seating beside his beloved, and eyes Matthew's over drowned pancakes.
"I dunno."
The Polish blonde cut in, asking, "He, like, didn't try to rape you, right?" He gave a worrying glance at the Canadian.
"Kinda."
-Flashback-
"I'd be glad to show you." Gilbert tackled Matthew on the bed and grabbed his blonde hair, making him stand up. He shoved the shorter man to the bathroom and kneed the back of his knees to make him kneel down before the bathtub. Matthew winced at the sight of it being filled with water and soon knew what the German ought to do to him. Gilbert smacked his lips on his and snaked his free hand on to the Matthew's thighs.
"Don't worry, Birdie," The albino whispered in his ear as he broke the kiss and pushed his head inside the tub, attempting to drown him. "I could handle you very well."
-End Flashback-
Matthew shivered at the very thought of the memory. His answer to his confession? 'NO.'
He flinched when he heard Dan exclaim, "Good mornin', sir" to the stairs' direction. Alfred entered the kitchen, yawning and stretching, when Feliks' eyes widen in pleasant surprise and slyly smiled at him, "Like, woah."
Purple eyes traveled to what the Polish said and gaze at his brother's bare torso. He was only clothed in his boxers.
"Al, please put a shirt on?" The Canadian suggested, popping another piece of pancake in his mouth.
Alfred grinned and sat on the other said of Matthew, "Well, good morning to you too." He got a spare fork and cut himself a piece from his brother's plate. "So, bro, ya got anythin' to do?"
"I was going to visit Natalia, but she canceled out on me?"
The blonde nodded sullenly and puffed his cheeks, "Ah, yes, the Russian slut."
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Natalia pressed a knife on Gilbert's neck. She had him on a dining table, him lying on his back, trying to soothe the girl.
"Du solltest besser nicht versucht zo töten Matvey." She told him lowly.
The man raised his hands in a defending manner and a mocking-worried smirk on his face, "Natalia, würde ich mich nie versucht, ihn zo töten."
She clicked her tongue and let him loose. "Ich hasse dich."
He chuckled and shrugged, "That's why you broke up with me."
Her lips curled in a sly smile, "You could have kept me to yourself if only you didn't tell me you were after men, and to be specific, my Matvey."
"But Prinzessin, you see him. His caring purple eyes, his cute golden hair—"
Natalia cut in, "I heard he gives this certain reaction when his odd haircurl had been pulled."
The German smiled, "I should remember to pull that, when I got my hands on him once again." This made Natalia growl at him.
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Lilli Zwingli stood shocked at the front door. She was having her Saturday day-off, then some men in suits—saying they came from the goverment— came knocking on her door, announcing that the mayor, whom she was working for just yesterday, was dead—murdered. It is, of course, sad that the mayor was dead, though, the more shocking news was that she would be the substitute mayor until the mayor's murderer had been confirmed.
She nodded and closed the door once the men left.
"Lilli, I'm going out, do you—"Vash, Lilli's brother, asked, joining her in the living room, a leather bag in hand. He stopped beside her an sensed something was wrong, then decided to ask, "What's up?
The girl sobbed and looked up to him, "I—I..." She threw herself at him and cried on her brother's chest, wetting his shirt in the process.
"Calm down, Lilli. Tell me what happened." He said, rubbing circles on her back, his bag left on the floor.
"I'm—I...I'll be a—a stand in mayor..."
"What happened to the one you worked for?"
"He died."
Vash gave an inaudible gasp. One of his clients said that that they were going to kill the mayor. This is not good, maybe they'll soon kill Lilli too.
"Don't worry, I'll hire one of my friends to keep you safe." He whispered in her ear as she ceased her crying, he took out his phone and called someone. "Tino, it seems that I'll hire you."
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Tino Oxentierna smiled and turned from his computer screen by swinging his computer chair.
"Well, whom am I to guard?" He heard Vash sigh.
"Matthias and the others killed the mayor, right?"
"Right."
"My sister, Lilli, is his secretary and now she substituted for mayor. I think they might kill her too." Lilli's probably going to die? No one hates her! Who could?
The Finnish'es smile dropped to a grave frown, "Oh gosh, I'll try to persuade them not to do it...I'll do my best on protecting her."
"Yeah, thanks. Can you pick her up this evening? She's meeting a friend. She'll be safe with him."
"Sure." With a press of a button, they ended their call.
Tino stood from his chair and walked from his office. He strolled in his studio apartment in search for his boyfriend. Letting out a sigh, he gave an exasperated smile. Duh, of course he was in the living room, it's always the last place he look.
Berwald sat on the couch, his laptop on the coffee table. The man rested his elbows on his lap and his hands entertwined, covering his lips. He gave a calculating look at the laptop. He had a towel over his bare shoulders and was only dressed in a pair of jeans.
"Hey." The Finnish called to him, leaning on the wall.
His lover hummed in reply, not looking away from the laptop. He walked to him and hugged him from behind.
"You killed the mayor, right?"
"Yes."
"With Matthias, right?"
"Right."
He sighed, "You're very bad, you know that?" Sliding himself to his lover's lap, this cracked a smile on the man's face. "Can I persuade you not to kill the secretary?"
"'F y'r h'rny en'gh."
"Feh." Tino spat as he unzipped his jacket.
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"He'll be here in a minute." Vash assured his little sister. They were waiting infront the entrance stairs of their house.
Soon enough, a black Mustang drove around the huge water fountain peice infront and stopped before them, making a perfect parallel parking.
A man, about in his early 20's, stepped out from the car and smiled at them.
"Good afternoon. I am Kaoru Wang. I shall be your chapperone for the evening. Mr. Tino cannot come because he went to some personal business." Kaoru, a hand over his chest, bowed politely.
Lilli returned a smile. He offered a hand to her and opened the car door for her to enter. The Asian raised his quite thick eyebrows at the Swiss.
"What is it, sir?"
Vash tilted his head to the back part of the car and said, "You don't have a plate number." Kaoru quickly walked to the driver's seat. "Hey, you!" But the man ignored him with a grin on his face.
From inside, the Asian honked the horn and drove off. Lilli, in the passenger's seat, grabbed the sidedoor's arm rest and the other hand gripped the edge of the leather seat, since the car went fast before she could put on her safety belt. She jammed her right foot infront her to stop herself from smashing on the seat before her, because the car came to a full halt.
"Kaoru!" She said breathlessly. When she regained her composure, she knocked on the glass that was starting tp seperate the front from the passenger's part of the car. The last thing she could see, before some white smoke enveloped her, Kaoru smiled sorrily at her, saying, "I am so sorry, but since I'm part of the family business, it's a must."
Then she blacked out.
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Matthew looked at his wristwatch. Lilli was usually the first one to come in their meeting place, this small cafe where they met each other.. Something was wro— His phone rang, he fished his phone from his pocket and read a text message.
"Lilli's kidnapd. Black mustang, no plate num."
The phone number is Vash Zwingli. Wait, Lilli's kidnapped? That can't possibly happen.
As if in que, a black car with no plate number on the front nor the back, came sliding through the street he was staring at.
He nearly dropped his phone in his coffee mug. That's possibly the car. He quickly dialed his brother and said as soon as the other line picked up.
"Lilli's kidnapped."
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GTH, sissy! I hate you and your fangirlness! You didn't have to tell me what 'yaoi' is! Moron.
So readers, I had a comment asking why Matthew was dating Natalia. Lemme tell you what I told my dad; Katyusha and Matthew met in the library, by that time, Katyusha was finding Natalia a boyfriend. So it's really coincidence that Matthew is dating the Russian mafia's boss'es sister. I actually placed it in the first chapter, just decipher it, common sense. Tell me if the story is kinda unclear, 'coz when I have my secretary write it down, it was clear to me.
Oh yeah, people, mind applying to be my FF dictionary? Tell me in your review if you'll apply and I'll send you stuffs if you could help me out. Thanks.
Review, it's so obvious.