Shinigami-cat: so… a little song, a little dance, I think France just stole my pants… WTF? FRANCE YOU S.O.B I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!... I OWN NOTHING!

Are you following me?

I know there's something out there
I think I hear it move
I've never felt like this before
I wish you never told me
I wish I never knew
I wake up screaming
It's all because of you

'Scared' by Three days Grace

"So this semester." Said Ivan. "We are going to look at Medieval Europe. We will be looking at; the social status, daily life, knights, wars, religion and mythology. But first I'll call the roll." He got out a sheet of paper and a pen and began to call the roll. "… Beilschmidt Gilbert?"

"Ja I'm here." Said Gilbert with venom dripping from his every word. Ivan smiled at him.

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other, da." This made some of the students give Gilbert and Ivan weird looks. Even Matthew looked at them strangely. Gilbert knew their teacher? This was a little unsettling. By the look in Gilbert' eyes and the way he spoke to him Matthew concluded that Gilbert hated him. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he almost didn't hear Ivan call his name.

"Here." He said. Matthew was the last one on the roll. The rest of the lesson went smoothly for Matthew until the last ten minutes of class. This is because Gilbert began to pass Matthew notes.

Will this ass ever shut up?

Matthew rolled his eyes and ignored the note. Suddenly another one appeared on his desk. Also from Gilbert.

I'm talking to you Birdie! Don't ignore my awesomeness!

Matthew once again ignored the note and tried to pay attention to what Ivan was saying, but he got bombarded with little bits of paper instead. All from Gilbert.

I'm talking to you!

Why are you ignoring me Birdie?

Pay attention to me!

SEX! Now that I have your attention, talk to me!

Come on… What did I ever do to you in this life?

Talk to me!

Fine I'll go into depression.

Depressed… So sad.

Talk to me.

Talk to me.

How can you be so heartless Birdie?

Come on Birdie. Why are you refusing to talk with my awesomeness!

I'm going to cry!

I'm crying!

But only on the inside because I'm too awesome to actually cry!

By the end of the lesson Matthew had a pile of paper on his desk. Why couldn't Gilbert just leave him alone? Today would have been wonderful if he just shut up and left him alone. The bell ended and first period was over. "I would like a word with Matthew and Gilbert before you leave da." Said Ivan.

Matthew curse under his breath. This wasn't happening to him. He had never been in trouble with a teacher before. He wouldn't have cared if it was his maths teacher but it had to be Mr Braginski. When everyone was out, Gilbert growled at Ivan.

"What do you want?"

Ivan ignored him. "I noticed you two passing notes during class. I didn't expect that kind of thing from you Matthew." Matthew felt really guilty, but why should he? Gilbert was the one passing the notes not him.

"Oh, get off your high horse Ivan." Barked Gilbert. Matthew was shocked that Gilbert would speak to a teacher like that. "Quite honestly I don't give a shit about what you have to say, so I'm leaving." He flipped Ivan the bird and stormed out.

Matthew expected Mr Braginski to be furious or at least angry, but instead he laughed. "You haven't changed a bit Gilbert." He turned his attention back to Matthew. "On a lighter subject, are you going to join the hocky team this year?"

Matthew nodded. "Of course."

"Glad to hear it. The team would suck if it lost its star player." Matthew could feel his face go bright red.

"I'm not that good…"

"You're too modest Matthew. You should probably head off to your next class now." Matthew nodded and left.

He checked his class schedule and sighed. Up next he had PE. Now Matthew was good at sport (but not as good as Alfred). There was only one thing that he didn't really like about it. Getting changed. In a rather small space. With a bunch of guys. That often mistook him for Alfred. Long story short first time he had PE in high school he ended up getting sprayed with freezing cold water and a beating because he was mistaken for Alfred. Fun times. Well ever since then he had been cautious of change rooms.

He cautiously entered. Good pretty much everyone was already changed and gone to the gym… Except for Gilbert. "Are you in all my classes or something?" Matthew grumbled.

Gilbert turned to him and smiled. "Mein Vögelchen." Matthew bit his tongue. Damn he really wanted tell him off, but what if he spoke in German again? He'd just have to keep quiet. Gilbert frowned. "Mein Vögelchen won't speak to me? How come?"

"What the hell dose that even mean?" Asked Matthew. "I have no idea what the hell you're saying!"

Gilbert sighed. "Mein Vögelchen. It means my little birdie." He walked over to Matthew and gently pushed him against the wall. He put both his hands on either side of Matthew to prevent him from escaping. His face was so close to Matthews. He could feel Gilbert's hot breath against his face. It made Matthew's heart accelerate and is face go red. Almost as red as Gilbert's eyes. Gilbert smirked "Because that's what you are. You are mine. You are little. You are my birdie. Matthew Williams you are mein Vögelchen."

"Ich bin nicht dein Vögelchen." Matthew spat. He didn't care that he didn't know what he said. He just hoped what he said was insulting and would make Gilbert leave him alone.

Gilbert chuckled. "You're very cute when you try to act all tough Birdie." He grabbed Matthews chin with his right hand and tilted his face up. His red eyes blazing into Matthew lavender making Matthew's breath hitch in his throat. Gilbert's gaze looked predatory and he was the pray. "But you are mein Vögelchen. There is nothing you can do about it. Besides I how can I stop calling you that when you give me that cute face every single time." He let Matthew go and went back to changing while chuckling darkly. Matthew on the other hand ran out of there as fast as he could.

He ran to the roof and closed the door behind him. No one was going to miss him anyway. He fell to his knees and began to tremble. That was just… just too weird. Gilbert had just said that Matthew his and there was nothing he could do about it. That and Matthew just spoke in German again. He curled up into a ball and began to tremble.

"Why is this happening?" He asked himself. "Just why?" Gilbert was just freaking him out. He would just have to stay away from him as much as possible.

It was lunch time and Matthew was still on the roof. Well he did go down to get food but he didn't go to any of his classes. In case Gilbert happened to be in them. He couldn't stop thinking about how Gilbert had him pinned against the wall. It just made him… He didn't even know. He just felt weird.

The door of the roof slowly creaked open making Matthew jump. But he felt like running for his life when he saw who walked out onto the roof. Gilbert, with his best shit eating grin plastered to his face. "There you are Birdie." He said. "I was looking for you. It's not nice to run away from someone as awesome as me."

Matthew frowned. "Go away Gilbert." He said as calmly as he could. Gilbert looked genuinely offended.

"You want the one person in this whole school who notices you to leave you alone? No way." He took a few steps towards Matthew. Matthew in response took a few steps back. But soon Matthew ran out of roof. His back was pressed against the steel wire that prevented people from falling off.

"Go away." Matthew said. His voice was slightly more panicked. This seemed to make Gilbert more determined. Once again he placed his hand on either side of Matthew preventing him from escape.

"No way." He said. He leaned in closer to Matthew and whispered into his ear. "You know why?" Matthew was contemplating kicking Gilbert in the balls and running for it, but he really didn't want to do that to someone because well, it wasn't nice and he prided himself on being polite and kind. "Because you're too much fun." Growled Gilbert.

Okay screw being polite. Matthew kicked Gilbert as hard as he could and bolted. He practically flew down the stairs and down the hall. Why the hell was Gilbert acting so creepy? Maybe that was just him.

For the rest of the day Matthew felt like he was being watched, by a pair of burning red eyes. It scared him out of his wits.

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"Where are you running mein Vögelchen?" Called Gilbert.

'Far away from you.' Thought Matthew frantically. He pressed himself up against a wall and breathed heavily. This was too much. Why couldn't Gilbert just leave him alone? Oh, that's right he kicked him in the balls.

"There's no use running mein Vögelchen." Gilbert called again. "I'm going to find you."

Matthew slowly steadied his breathing. This was ridiculous. He shouldn't be so afraid of him. He should just stop running, but then again Gilbert doesn't sound too happy.

"Birdie? Mein Vögelchen? If you don't come out now your punishment is just going to be worse."

Matthew's eyes went wide. Punishment? What the hell? Gilbert is insane! He could hear Gilbert's footsteps getting closer to where he was hiding. 'Please don't let him find me. Please!' Suddenly Gilbert's stopped walking. 'Please turn around!' Matthew screamed in his mind. 'Please walk away! Walk away from me!' Gilbert started to walk away. Matthew didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he couldn't hear Gilbert anymore.

Matthew smiled and slowly slid down the wall. Gilbert hadn't found him. "What are you smiling at mein Vögelchen?" Matthew almost gave himself whiplash he looked up so quickly.

There standing above him with a cocky grin on his face and his hands behind his back. Matthew tried to run but Gilbert was too quick. He grabbed Matthew by the hair with one hand and pushed him back up against the wall. He still had one hand behind his back.

"What good is a pet if it runs away?" Muttered Gilbert darkly. Matthew looked into Gilbert's eyes and began to tremble. His eyes were hungry and predatorily. Gilbert tilted his head slightly. "I'll tell you. It's not good for anything. I once had a hunting dog and it ran away. You know what I did to it when I found it again? Well do you?"

"No." Matthew whimpered.

Gilbert chuckled darkly. "I slit its throat." Gilbert quickly brought his other hand from behind his back and pressed something cold and metallic against Matthew's neck.

Matthew's eyes widened. Gilbert was going to kill him? 'This can't be happening. Please wake up! Wake up! This has to be a dream!'

Gilbert laughed. "Goodnight. Mein Vögelchen." He quickly ran the blade across Matthew's neck.

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Matthew jumped out of his bed. He had to put his hands over his mouth to stop the scream that was threatening to rip through his throat. That was the most terrifying thing he had ever experienced in his life.

He ran his fingertips over his neck and shivered. "Fine hail." He murmured. "It felt like fine hail running across my skin." Tears began to tumble down his face. He hated it. He didn't want to keep having nightmares like that. Ones that reduced him to a crying mess.

When he calmed down a little he looked over at his clock and sighed. It was one in the morning. But after a dream like that there was no way he could get to sleep again he sighed and got up. This was just depressing. He hadn't had a good night sleep in days. This was so not good for his health.

TBC

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Translations:

Ich bin nicht dein Vögelchen: I'm not your little birdie.

mein Vögelchen: my little birdie.