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And so, our awesome Prussian detective continued on his valiant quest to find out just who poisoned Alfred F Jones and made his face look hideous. He had confronted trolls (who so didn't kick his ass), a bewitching witch with a cat-like smile, and a really beautiful fairy who had a scary side to her.

Now, he was going to meet a pot-headed prince.

Gilbert rubbed his head as he entered the Trophy Room. Upon setting foot in there, he could see Lars Van der Vilde already inside.

Sometimes the Prussian student wondered why Lars was the second violin to Alfred – he was more cunning and he appeared stronger, plus he was older.

'Eh, that could be it,' Gilbert thought, to himself, bored stiff as he watched Lars begin polishing a crest with a clean, white cloth. 'Old people tend to suck more than young people in this kind of shit…'

It was when the spiky-headed blonde began mumbling in a creepily quiet voice that Gilbert became the least bit interested. He moves a bit closer, and leaned slightly forward, not alerting the Dutchman of his awesome being. Upon closer inspection, Gilbert could see that the crest that Lars was cleaning and polishing over and over again was his family crest.

It was a known fact around campus that Lars came from a really rich people. And by rich, he meant really rich. Lars' family was an old, traditional Dutch family, who started out poorly, but somehow, made it to the top.

Gilbert snorted, 'Damn rich people…bah! Whatever! I'm awesome! Awesomeness beats riches any fucking day!'

The Dutchman's back was facing the Prussian as he continued his grumbling. "Have to polish the family crest," he murmured as the squeaking from the polishing continued. The Dutchman's pale green eyes became dull and unseeing as he scrubbed and cleaned some more. "I wonder, why do I feel so compelled to do this every time I walk by one?" he wondered aloud.

It was also a known fact that Lars' family weren't pushovers, either.

Gilbert snorted, 'So the guy's rich, he's cunning, and he's sporty! I'm still ten times awesomer than he is!'

However, the Prussian student was interrupted by his thoughts when Lars was now scrubbing and polishing like mad, the squeaking from his chore ripping the air. The Dutchman himself was breathing erratically as he said, "Polish to the right…polish to the left…A-B-C…monkey, monkey, monkey!" he shouted the last bit. "One, two!"

For some reason, much to Gilbert's shock, the Dutchman then hopped on one foot.

Lars sighed in relief as he placed his hands on his knees and ran a hand through his dirty-blonde spikes. "Ah…" he licked his lips. "That sure beats washing my hands seven hundred and eighty three times a day…"

'Mein Gott!' Gilbert thought in alarm. 'He's the most terrifying OCD I've ever met!'

It was then, that Lars finally chose this time to notice Gilbert. The Dutchman glared at the Prussian, "What the hell do you want?"

"What the hell are you doing?" Gilbert asked in response.

"Cleaning," snorted Lars. "That a crime or something?"

Gilbert gave a half-hearted shrug as he gazed around the room in interest. Honestly, though the Prussian student couldn't be even half-assed to participate in his schoolwork, he always wondered about sports and whether or not he should put the effort in actually trying out for a team.

It was probably why here, Gilbert then questioned, "Hey, do you think I'd be able to join a team, Herr Lars?"

Lars narrowed his eyes, "What team? The albino, super-ego team?"

Gilbert bristled, but then noticed the crest again. His red eyes flashed evilly as he thought to himself, 'I'm a terrible person…an awesome, but terribly person…' he then cleared his throat and pointed at the family crest that Lars was scrubbing just a minute or so earlier. "I think I can see a smudge still on that family crest of yours," the Prussian pointed to a random spot on the crest.

Straight away, Lars panicked as he began scrubbing and polishing the crest like mad, the squeaking becoming way too loud for Gilbert's comfort.

"Aah! Polish to the right! Polish to the left! A-B-C! Monkey, monkey, monkey! One, two!"

Gilbert cracked up laughing as he pointed at Lars and how ridiculous he looked, "Kesesese!"

Lars huffed after cleaning and doing his odd hop, clearly unamused, "Don't make me do that again!"

Gilbert shrugged, but decided to get back to business so he could just get his damn suspension from Yao-Yao already. "Well, anyway, Principal Yao-Yao's got me looking into Jones' poisoning," said the Prussian student. "Got any ideas?"

"No," Lars shook his head. "But it's a real shame someone poisoned that guy…I'm all broken up about it…" he then covered his eyes with his arm and for a moment, Gilbert was surprised to hear actual sobbing coming from the Dutchman.

For a moment…

When Lars straightened his posture and looked up with a high head again, he looked deadly serious. "Oh, well," said the Dutchman in such a cold voice, that Gilbert visibly shivered. "I've got a game to quarterback tonight."

The Prussian student rubbed his chin, now suspicious, "Hmm…when was the last time you actually cried?"

"I cried just then," Lars said frostily. He took a step forward and glowered down at Gilbert. "You saw it just then…"

Gilbert raised his hands as he immediately took a step back, "Okay, okay! I did! Ja! Mein Gott…" the Prussian was getting tired of this, so he decided to just cut down to business. "So you're glad that Alfred can't play, then?" Gilbert inquired.

"Of course I'm glad that fool can't play," snorted Lars. "I've waited long enough to be starting QB. I don't like to wait; it makes me irate."

"And saying a rhyme, is a fucking crime," mumbled Gilbert.

"Shut up, albino doofus."

"Why don't you, rich boy?" snapped Gilbert, now really just wanting to get this case over and done with; why the hell was everyone either so damn retarded, or so damn difficult? Seriously! "How rich is your family, anyway?"

"Ha!" Lars scoffed as he then took out a pipe from the pocket of his large coat. "Let me put it this way…the last time I made a deposit at the bank, I got a standing ovation!"

Gilbert then snapped his fingers, "Aha! It looks like you had the most to gain from Jones' poisoning! Am I right, or am I awesome?!"

Lars rolled his eyes as he lit his pipe and took a puff in it, unleashing a smoky cloud. "You are neither, but who you accusing? Me?" the Dutchman gave a dry laugh at Gilbert's annoyed expression. He then beckoned the Prussian student to come closer.

Gilbert took a wary step closer, unsure of what the Dutchman wanted. He then leaned closer as Lars leaned forward…

…and the Dutchman whispered into Gilbert's ear some juicy info.

"I'll let you in on something," murmured Lars. "The person with the most to gain ain't me – it's Coach Kirkland."

"Seriously?" Gilbert arched an eyebrow as he broke away. "Are you shitting me? The Scottish coach?"

Lars nodded as he took another puff on his pipe, "That guy has major gambling debts; he once tried even betting against our own team. Why not try talking to him about it instead of bothering me? He's always got it in for Jones ever since the first game…"

Gilbert rubbed his chin, red eyes narrowed, but eventually nodded, "Okay, fine. You're clean…for now…"

Lars simply rolled his eyes as he chuckled darkly, "I was always clean…" he then blew a puff of grey-white smoke straight into Gilbert's face.

Sorry if I'm being all bouncy, but I feel so hyper even though it's freaking almost 4 in the morning here in Australia. XD the next chapter's gonna be up tomorrow! 8D

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