Gilbert lifted an eyebrow at the expression on Madeline's face. It was an odd expression and Gilbert was trying to figure out just what Madeline was thinking. She looked shocked and a little hurt at the same time. It reminded Gilbert of a little kid playing with a cute kitten, but getting scratched without warning. Gilbert watched Madeline carefully, wincing when she whispered his name. It reminded him of the year in high school that they were together. It wasn't a long relationship and it definitely wasn't perfect. He remember that right after ithat night/i Madeline had broken his heart and destroy his self-confidence with a mere four words. He also remembered that for the past six years he'd been thinking about the violet eye'd girl.
Fritz looked at Madeline for a moment before turning his attention to Gilbert. "Do you know my mom already, Mr. Gilbert?" Fritz asked innocently, not quite sure why the two adults were just standing there watching each other.
Gilbert flinched at the formal title of Mister. It almost stung to hear this boy call him that, especially if Gilbert's suspicions were correct. Gilbert licked his lips and nodded at the child, trying to numb his feelings. Gilbert looked at Madeline for a moment, his lips drawing into a tight line a he tried to supress his emotions from bubbling up. He wasn't sure what to say or if he should even say anything at all. Gilbert decided a while ago that Madeline had a reason to break up with him and had spent all this time trying to forget Madeline.
"Th- Thank you for helping m- me find Fritz... I- eh... Would you like to come over for a... drink?" Madeline stuttered nervously. She had finally gotten out of the habit of stuttering, but seeing Gilbert again made her so nervous that she couldn't help but stutter and trip over her words. Her cheeks were tinted pink as she stared down at the ground.
Gilbert, suddenly feeling a bit bold and finding his voice, quickly snapped, "Only if you'll finally give me an explination."
Madeline's eyes narrowed for a moment as he temper flared. She remembered when she broke up with Gilbert he had pestered her for an explination for a while afterwards and she had never given him one. She felt that it wasn't something to bring up in front of Fritz, especially with him listening to their conversation so closely, but Madeline tried to make herself calm down. She knew that this was just the way Gilbert worked and that his bluntness was more of a defensive thing when he was confused.
"Fine," Madeline said stiffly as she set Fritz down. Madeline took Fritz's hand before turning on her heel and starting to walk away. She walked a few steps before twisting her head of her shoulder. "Are you coming? I'm sure you don't want to be at my house when Alfred gets back." Madeline said without a hint of emotion in her voice. She turned her head forwards once more and continued to walk off.
Gilbert gulped at the thought of seeing Alfred again after six years. He could clearly remember the threats from Madeline's older brother envolving a baseball bat and Gilbert's ass.
Gilbert was later sitting on a chair with a coke placed on the table in front of him as he studied the cieling and waited for Madeline to finally come back from Fritz's room. She was putting him to bed since he needed to go to school tomorrow and he was only five. He was also not (he definitely was) wishing that the chair he was sitting in would explode just so he wouldn't have to talk to Madeline about what he wanted to talk about. It was an odd feeling to want to talk about something so badly, but at the same time wish that you could talk about anything else. Yeah, he very nervous about confronting his ex-girlfriend about his posible child.
Gilbert had realized quickly that Madeline wouldn't answer any of his questions while Fritz was around so he had waited to talk to Madeline about it so they had spent the whole time he was there catching up on each other's lives. Gilbert was happy that Madeline was able to go to collage for a degree to teach English. He had known that it was what Madeline really wanted to do so it pleased him that having a kid didn't stop her. Gilbert himself had followed what he wanted to do, becoming a rockstar with his two best friends Francis and Antonio and rising into fame. Gilbert was in town on a sort of break for his band, wanting to find the same inspiration he found in his youth that made him want to become a musician in the first place. Gilbert also got to here all about Fritz's achievements from Fritz himself. The kid was really cute in Gilbert's opinion.
Gilbert was lost in his thoughts when Madeline finally came back into the room and jumped when she sat down across the table from him. Madeline looked at Gilbert for a moment, not meeting his eyes. She looked away quickly when Gilbert tried to make eye contact. She wasn't sure how to go about saying what was on her mind so she didn't want to look Gilbert in the eye in fear that he would be able to read her emotions the way he use to.
"Gi- Gilbert," Madeline started. "I know you're probably angry at me for never telling you anything. And you have right to be angry, b- but right now isn't a good time to sit down and tell you what happened back then. I've just gotten out of collage and I'm already stressed with my job. Fr- Fritz doesn't know anything a- and I've moved on s- so... If you could just l- ..." Madeline stopped talking, not wanting to actually tell Gilbert to leave. She wanted Gilbert gone before Alfred came home since he normally came home from work early on Monday's and it was around time for him to come home. Plus, the more Madeline thought the more she realized that she didn't really owe Gilbert an explination. He obviously already knew that Fritz was his kid and in Madeline's opinion that was all he needed to know. She refused to let Gilbert take responsiblity for Fritz. It was just a bad idea all around. Fritz didn't need the drama of being a rockstar's son along with Gilbert's lack of maturity.
"Leave?" Gilbert snapped after a moment. He slammed his hand down on the table and stood suddenly. His crimson eyes blazed with anger as he looked down at Madeline. She wanted him to just leave? He deserved an explination or anything! How could he just leave his kid behind without another word? It'd be a jerk move and reminded him too much of what his parents had done to him and his younger brother. Gilbert wasn't like that. He refused to ever be anything like his parents.
"Madeline, I think you owe me an explination! A few words, something, anything!" Gilbert growled as he leaned over to table to glare at Madeline. He had come here for an explination not a crappy soda and catching up with a girl that gibert was quickly losing his patience with.
Madeline looked at Gilbert for a moment, shaking gently as she tried to stay calm. She didn't want to wake up Fritz. Madeline stood up and said, "I owe you nothing Gilbert. Now get out." She had been nervous earlier, but getting yelled at brought out the anger held inside of her. She stood up from her place at the table and glared at Gilbert, daring him to say anything against what was she saying.
Now, the interesting thing about Gilbert is he never backs down from a challenge so 'daring him to say anything' just made him even more rilled up.
Gilbert's upper lip curled back into somewhat of a snarl as he lean across the table so he was right in front of Madeline's face. "You owe me nothing? I think you do unless you'd like me to get the law involved in finding out if Fritz is my child as well. I'd like to remind you that Ludwig became a lawer." Gilbert growled in a low voice.
He stayed like that in Madeline face until she stumbled backwards and into the wall behind her. It took a moment for Gilbert to process what he probably looked like leaning over the table with his lip pulled up to show off his sharp teeth. Gilbert moved away from the table for a moment and turned around, putting his head in his hand and trying to calm down. Scaring the crap out of his old girlfriend was not a good way to deal with this. It was never a good way to deal with anything.
Gilbert sighed softly before moving his hand off his face. He turned back to look at Madeline and saw that she had recovered and was no longer leaning against the wall for support. Gilbert watched Madeline for a second before saying, "Look, Madeline, just give me a better reason of why Fritz can't know about me and tell why on Earth you seem to hate me so much and I'll leave. That's all I want to know. Just tell me those two things and you'll never see my face again."
Madeline looked at Gilbert for a moment before sighing softly. "I already told you why Fritz can't know who you are. You're just starting off as a musician and from what I've heard at the school I'm working at you guys are all the rage right now. You'll probably be famous soon and that's drama that Fritz doesn't need in his life!" Madeline sanpped quickly. She watched Gilbert as he moved back and forth. "And I don't hate you." Madeline muttered under her breath.
Gilbert paced back and forth for a moment, trying to think over his next set of words and trying to stay calm. He looked over at Madeline before moving swiftly around the table so he was standing directly in front of her. He looked her in the eyes for a moment, feeling his anger bubble up again. "I said give me a better reason not the same reason and if you don't hate me why did you just leave huh? Why did you give me a single letter to tell me that you thought we should break up and then avoid me until I had to leave town? If you don't hate me then why do you want me to leave so badly?" Gilbert snarled angrily.
Madeline flinched away when Gilbert looked into her eyes, taking a slight step back. She kept her head down and her hair near the front of her face as if to make a barrier protecting her from Gilbert. She heard Gilbert's words loud and clear and felt salty water gathering up in her eyes. She was so confused about what she should do. Madeline wanted nothing more than to spill out every thought she had to Gilbert, but Madeline didn't want to make Fritz's life unbarable. Madeline felt a tear spill over and slide down her face as she started to suffle backwards.
Madeline's head snapped up when she felt her wrists harshly grabbed. She had eye contact with Gilbert for a moment before he pushed her against the wall, pinning her there with his hands and moving forward so there was barely an inch between them. Madeline felt herself shaking lightly as she felt herself get lost in the torrent of emotions raging in the blood red eyes before her.
Gilbert broke eye contact and moved his head forward so his mouth was right next to Madeline's ear and growled, "I let you run away from me six years ago, but not now. Now, answer my questions!" Gilbert shook Madeline's wrists and clenched down tighter unconsciously. He was beyond angry at this point and refused to leave without an answer.
Madeline froze when Gilbert's mouth was placed by her ear, trying to not be as scared as she was. The tears in her eyes continued to well up before they spilled over like a dam breaking the second Gilbert shook her wrists. "G- Gil-bert you're hu- hurting me." Madeline stuttered, stumbling over her words in her fear. Her eyes were locked onto the space just over Gilbert's shoulder as she shook with fear.
Gilbert just frowned at Madeline's words, not loosening his grip in the least bit. Gilbert sighed loudly at Madeline not answering his questions right away and opened his mouth to say something when he felt something from behind grab his shirt.
Gilbert quickly found himself torn off of Madeline and tossed into the table. He tried to stagger to his feet, but a swift kick to the stomach halted that processes. Gilbert lifted his head up just enough to see blazing blue eyes and Madeline clutching her knees to her chest before he was kneed in the face. Gilbert fell to the floor and clutched his chin.
"I told you that if I ever saw your rotten face again I'd rip you to pieces and now you're here making Madeline cry?" Alfred snarlled at Gilbert. Alfred moved forward and grabbed the front of Gilbert's shirt, lifting the albino up and into the air.
Alfred lifted his other hand to knock out Gilbert's lights when he heard a soft voice stutter, "M- Mommy?"
((A/N: Torrent... It's a really cool word if you think about it. If you don't know the deffinition look it up.
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