IT'S BEEN SO LONG. You look beautiful today. :) ... I have no fucking clue anymore. Potatoes & Maple Syrup.
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Chapter Warnings: Sadness. MATTHEW'S PAST IS SORT OF REVEALED.
Matthew woke up on the couch in Gilbert's apartment. "Was that all… a dream…?" He asked himself, before noticing a note on the coffee table.
'Yo Matt,
You fainted at my brother's place, so I carried you home. I got a phone call from work, and I didn't know if I would be there when you woke up.
-Gil
"So it was a dream…" Matthew laid his head back down on the arm rest of the couch. "…Why him? I barely know him…" Matthew then just noticed that he was 'dirty', so he decided to go take a shower to rinse off the shame he had for having a wet dream about Gilbert.
Gilbert walked into the apartment and immediately smelled rotting flesh. However, he didn't gag, he had gotten used to the smell of dead people. He also noticed something weird. The captain was there, and he did not look happy.
"Yo Captain, what are you doing at my crime scene?" The albino asked his superior.
Vash frowned at him. "I knew this family." He pointed to a mutilated girl. "This was my niece, Lily. For some reason she always thought of me as her 'big brother'." Then he pointed to a younger boy. "This was her cousin Peter."
Gilbert frowned. The captain actually looked… sad. Although Gilbert didn't blame him. The whole reason he became a cop was because the woman he loved and her fiancée were killed by this son of a bitch.
He sighed, and went over to examine the bodies.
Matthew sat on the couch, trying to remember anything. The people he saw in the photograph looked a lot like him, so could they be his family? Matthew frowned. If they were his family, then what was with the blood? Unless… Matthew gasped. Did he witness his family get murdered?
He grabbed his hoodie and ran to the police station.
"Gilbert!" Matthew yelled, running toward the silverette. Gilbert whipped around in his spinney-chair.
"Matthew? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Gilbert asked, concern written all over his face.
"I'm fine. I want you to look up a murder under the name 'Williams.'" Matthew answered.
Gilbert's eyebrows shot up, his mouth open slightly. "Are you remembering Mattie?"
Matthew looked down at the ground. Gilbert eyed him suspiciously.
"Is that the reason you've been blacking out?"
When Matthew nodded, Gilbert kicked out a chair for him. "Tell me everything." Matthew took a deep breath before telling him about the photograph, the blood, everything.
Gilbert whipped around to face his computer, and typed in Williams. A case file popped up and Gilbert's jaw dropped. "It says this murder took place in 2007."
Matthew looked at the detective. "Yeah so?"
"That's the year the serial killer started killing people. You might be the key to catching this son of a bitch."
Matthew took a minute to take this in. Gilbert scrolled down to look at the pictures of the victims.
One was a man with choppy blonde hair and green eyes, the other was a boy with blue eyes and short blonde hair.
"Wait a second…" Gilbert mumbled, before running toward Francis' desk and whipping open the top drawer and taking out the photograph.
He ran back to his desk and a curious Matthew. Gilbert put the photo against the screen and compared the boys. They were the same.
Gilbert then looked at the third boy in the picture more closely than the first time. His suspicions were proven right.
The third boy was Matthew.
Told you it was sort of revealed. I know you bros hate me for making that smut in the previous chapter a wet dream. :I *dodges flying objects* I'll update sooner if you review~!
