Red to violet 04
Ivan's troops arrived at nine in the morning the next day. They were in the city and they had been the center of attention since they entered the urban civilization. It was strange to have people look at you while you're walking down the street but who wouldn't look at a group of people in black that carries big calibres of gun on their back. They were even lucky enough to hide from the authorities.
"Sir, when will we start asking for his location?" The Latvian asked his boss, wanting to sound respectful so that he would be able to see the dawn. No one would want that, just to be honest. He took something from his pocket, a photo of two teenagers.
His height was average and his blonde hair kept short. Blue orbs shining under the light as well as his glasses. Next to him was another guy, just staring at the camera that took the photo. He was an inch shorter than the other man but they've got different hairs and eyes. His violet eyes were clearly seen regardless of his long wavy and blonde hair and thick lenses. Assuming that the guy beside him was his brother, they resemble twins and one of them is the child of their real boss.
The answer to that question is yet to be found. They will know when they have seen both of them. The only clue he gave them is this, "The one with supernatural abilities is my son. His adoptive brother is their parents' real son. Once you found them, dispose of the brother."
His two sisters, Natalia and Katyusha tallied Ivan from behind, starting to randomly ask the citizens in a language they barely understand. Before they head to the city, all of them had to undergo strict English lessons and luckily, they learned easily.
Eduard pushed his glasses up, showing Toris the organized strategy upon finding the true location of their target. It didn't take him to plan it and with Ivan's multifunctional weapons, the plan was full proof. There was no hole that can be built so they were pretty much confident in taking the child with them without using so much effort.
"Will we attack soon after finding him?" Toris weakly asked, tired from all the travelling they did overnight. It was a miracle he and Raivis are still awake.
The Estonian lad smirked, "Ivan and I agreed to give them some time to plan something. It's fun that way." Ivan overheard their conversation and his lips curved to a sharp smile.
"Matt, you better wake up. Mom has a business meeting today so you better hurry or she'll ask us to ride the bus," Alfred shook his brother until the former popped on eye open, only to be closed upon seeing his twin. The American knew that Matthew was mad at him for being so harsh to Gilbert but its entire fault. They agreed on meeting after school and he ditched him for his boyfriend.
On the other hand, Matthew kept insisting that he was nobody's boyfriend and they kept on retaliating to each other until the younger broke down in tears and ran to his room. He cried twice that they and this morning, his eyes were puffy and red. His pillow was wet and so was his blanket.
Sitting up without making any kind of physical contact with his brother, Matthew had his head bowed down to avoid locking eyes with Alfred. He was too scared and mad at the same time. The Canadian took his towel and entered the bathroom with his brother tailing. He didn't enter the bathroom too, unfortunately.
Their parents have decided to be divorced and now, the brothers are in a very complicated conflict. They have better reason for arguing but Gilbert got in their way. They'll have to deal with financial issues even though their parents will still be there o support them. The brothers will stay in their house with their mother sending them money for food and all house bills while their father for their school expenses. It has already been planned but the papers have yet to be passed to be legalized.
Matthew took his clothes off and stepped on the shower, twisting the faucet to release the warm water. He never thought of having a broken family at the age of seventeen. It was never easy to deal with it but he believes that the wound will be healed through time but the scar will always be there.
He also has to deal with Alfred and Gilbert. One to thank for and the other one to apologize to. He has been experience such good luck these days. He was even seen crying by Gilbert which embarrassed him the most. Last night, he was able to realize his feelings towards the guy and he plans on clearing it out on him, just to prove that Gilbert doesn't like him.
They say teenagers are the freest people in the world but in fact, for him, it is the opposite. He will soon have duties that a seventeen year old kid shouldn't experience yet. Don't even forget his ability to change eye color. Sometimes, he wanted to switch bodies with his brother, even for just a whole day. He would always want to feel normal, free from any supernatural abilities.
Sighing as he exited the shower, Matthew hung his towel around his waist after wearing his underwear first. He reached for the knob and twisted it, welcomed by the cold atmosphere of his dull room. If he could only have the permission to repaint it, he wouldn't even think twice about it. It was boring and nothing knew happens every day. Alfred's room was much more exciting than his. His quarters were full of photos and posters while his, bookshelves and bulletin boards are hung on the wall. Don't even forget the family photo on the wall above his desk. It was taken a decade ago, both males were young.
His phone rang, disturbing him from his trail of thoughts. It was unexpected, though. No one would practically call him at seven in the morning and he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone either. Despite the mental remarks, he walked to where his phone was, knowing that the tone playing was Gilbert's - he got his hands on it when Matthew was unconscious - and it bugged him.
He didn't know what to talk about and it confused him greatly. Flipping the gadget open, the Canadian answered with a reluctant hello. His voice showed hesitance. He didn't expect Gilbert to take long to answer and he can only hear his ragged breathing so Matthew decided to ask if something was wrong.
"I should be the one asking you that," Gilbert replied, shocked by the latter's sudden question. He didn't know why he was silent when he greeted him. Maybe hearing his voice was enough reassurance that he's fine. But he wanted to ask him about what happened yesterday. He could hear Matthew's smile from the other line, "I'm more than okay now."
Matthew grinned, slipping his phone beneath his ear and shoulder to wear some pants. He wouldn't waste any second so that they could already meet in school. And to think that he was nervous in talking to him. Maybe his voice was my happy pill, he thought, putting his handkerchief and wallet in his pockets.
"You know, if you're trying to dress up, you could just put in loud speaker," Gilbert chuckled over the phone, causing the former to blush beet red. Was he too obvious? Was Gilbert sneaking around him? Matthew pushed those questions to the back of his head and decided on doing what Gilbert suggested as he placed it on his table, grabbing a decent shirt from his closet.
"Why did you call?" He asked even though he has been meaning to ask him about his sudden call. Gilbert didn't even know the exact reason why he called Matthew but he thought of a reason. "I just wanted to, um, check up on you," The red-eyed man uttered, pausing in between which caused Matthew to laugh a bit. 'Can this conversation get any more awkward?' he thought.
Since Matthew was putting his shirt on, he closed his eyes for a second and spotted the red light he saw yesterday but now, it was outside their house. He stopped letting his emotions take control so he looked at the mirror with determination, and ran downstairs with his bag and coat. Please be right. Make me know what I can really do, his mind clouded with thoughts of him. Red light stuck in his mind for minutes now.
His parents' eyes followed him to the door, watching him until he harshly opened it. They noticed something different. It was weird and they didn't know what it was.
He was there, holding his phone on his ear. His eyes were big due to shock when Matthew almost threw himself to him because of happiness, beaming gladly, "I can track people, Gil!"
Gilbert had never seen Matthew's eyes shine like that. It was glittering from the wetness forming on the side of it. His eyes had also change color. It was a lot like his, strong yet passionate red. He had to admit, his purple eyes suit him way better. And Matthew was also able to notice that Gilbert had his glasses on but his eyes were cloudy and it seemed like he was thinking of something.
Unconsciously, the German wrapped his arms around the latter, circling it on his surprisingly thin waist. Matthew didn't notice it until Alfred grabbed him by the arm, his face red from so much anger. Gilbert already had enough of his attitude. There was nothing wrong in what he's doing and it annoyed him to the extent that he might start a in front of their parents. He knew better so he thought not to and let Matthew be taken away.
In a matter of seconds, Matthew came back to him with a smile and invited him to have breakfast. Gilbert tried to decline his offer but he didn't know that he was that strong so he just came and remembered his manners, bowing to his mom to show some respect, "Good morning, Ma'am." He greeted simply after being pushed down by Matthew. They were having pancakes and since Matthew caught him outside their house, he concluded that he might not have any fill so he rushed to the kitchen and cooked him a new set of pancakes.
"So, are you Matt's boyfriend?" Alfred's mom excitedly asked, inching closer to Gilbert who felt very nervous because it was the first time he met his mom. On the other side of the table, Alfred was glaring at the former, stuffing his mouth with big bites of pancakes. "Mom, don't encourage him," He gloomily inserted himself as he impatiently tapped his shoes under the table. He was so angry he could throw a punch at him.
His mom tried to brighten up the mood because the two were practically killing each other with their glares. It was a good thing Matthew entered all bubbly and tingly with a plate of pancakes in hand. The two immediately looked away, as if on cue. They wouldn't want Matthew to see them throwing fists at each other. "Here, just ask for some more if you want," He placed the plate in front of Gilbert, handing the syrup and the butter to him while Gilbert stared at the piece of art before him.
"Is the first time you've seen a pancake made by your boyfriend?" Alfred offensively stated, standing up with great force in a manner that made his mom pinch his ear and drag him to the kitchen, leaving the two on the table. Matthew forced a smile not even lifting his head to see Gilbert, "You should just ignore him. He's not himself today."
The former grinned boyishly, scratching his neck as he looked at Matthew's direction. He reached his hand out as he absentmindedly placed it on the latter's neck, checking his temperature. It was hot. No wonder face was red. "You have a fever, Matt," He uttered, cupping his face between his hands. Matthew was breathing heavily and it caused the German to worry. He didn't know what to do so he left, carrying him in his arms.
Matthew was taken aback from Gilbert's sudden action. He was more than fine so why was he panicking? "Gilbert, I'm okay," He weakly protested, begging the German to put him down because there were people in the streets.
"If you put me down, I'll do something for you," With that, Gilbert complied with something he had in mind and not planning on telling Matthew. The latter tilted his head, looking quite interested of what Gilbert was thinking. He knew that whatever in may be, it's not going to be nice. It's Gilbert they were talking about.
Gilbert looked back at Matthew, his smile reaching his red orbs. He looked so refreshing smiling like that, "Aren't you gonna ask me what I'm thinking of?" He sneaked his fingers between Matthew's slim ones. The smaller man was stunned, eyes landing on their linked fingers. After so, he looked up only to see Gilbert grinning down at him.
His cheeks automatically got redder when Gilbert told him that his hands were cold. "Um, I-I-I, for-forgot t-t-to bring m-my g-gloves," Matthew nervously responded, bringing his free hand to his cheek to his emotions. He was feeling happy and shy and nervous all at the same time. Gilbert chuckled deeply, giving their locked hands a squeeze that could mean so many.
"I did, too. So let me hold your hand first, hmm?" Gilbert leaned close, pecking Matthew on his ear and in a matter of seconds, it was red. They were like that until they reached the school grounds. All eyes were on them and it wasn't a surprise though. Their hands were still connected and Gilbert was like an idiot who can't stop smiling while Matthew's face was red. There were more reasons for people to look at them with such eerie faces.
"Well, well, just a day passed and look what happened," Lovino said, his voice coming from behind. To their surprise, he was smiling and approached the two, pushing himself between them. Due to this, their linked hands were now separated. Regardless of that, Matthew smiled as he greeted the latter, clutching his backpack harder. The coldness surrounded him once more.
"So this is why you were gone this morning, bruder," Ludwig poked his brother, handing him some folders. It was the paper he had to do and forgot at home but unfortunately, Ludwig brought it. Not forgetting his manners, the Canadian also greeted the other German, who gladly greeted him a bright good morning.
Matthew looked if there were more people to come with them, "Um, Lovino, do you know where Feliciano is?" There was something he had to tell him. It was nothing important though, but it'd be better if he knew. So, he said his goodbye's to the others and went searching for his friend.
Before he could get far, a tone was heard from the speakers in the campus. All of them knew it was a tone only for the principal to use. It means one thing: there's an emergency announcement.
He looked around to see if there was anybody he knows so that he could ask. He don't know what to do but since all the students stopped on their tracks, he just stood still. In his side view, Alfred was there with his friends and they were also looking at his direction.
"Good morning, Tokyo High. There is a sudden announcement that the five wizards will be here to hold a spontaneous ability test. All high school students are asked to head to gymnasium after break. Please be prepared to do what they will be telling you. That is all. Thank you," Then, the principal's voice was gone and Matthew looked at Alfred's direction. Both of them were shocked.
They got another problem to solve. Alfred's powerless. They have to hide Alfred.
The time has arrived and the best European wizards have arrived, in their cloaks that everyone was familiar with. They were famous for saving most western countries during natural calamities.
They hold the five elements: water, fire, earth, air, and lightning. Not even the most powerful man alive can challenge them. They are always together and if you happened to see them incomplete, it means the missing one is dead.
The students circled them, each one wants to see even just a glimpse of the powerful wizards. Mr. Yao, the principal, was beside them, offering them a seat before starting the activity. "Students, please, settle down - aru. The test will begin in a few, please prepare yourselves," Yao claimed before asking to how the test will start.
Minutes passed and the seniors were called, asking them to form a line. Yao passed the list of students with their corresponding ability to the five. Their leader, Mathias started calling them one by one while Tino, Lukas, Berwald and Emil took down notes, separating the students who pass and who fail.
An hour passed and the second years were called so they did what their seniors did. Matthew kept eyeing to where Alfred is then he remembered about his ability. He closed his eyes, thinking about the color of his brother's eyes.
Blue. They were blue. It was on the last row and last column. He was surrounded by a green and a brownish light.
"Gilbert, Alfred is with Antonio and Lovino. They are on the furthest row," Matthew tipped his toes to be able to whisper to the latter's ear. He and Gilbert have yet to form a plan and half of their batch are already done. They have to think of something in less than twenty minutes. The German nodded, trying to find someone who is looking at him straight to the eye. Good thing, there was a woman who was looking at him, trying to seduce him or something.
"Scream and run around the gym," He spoke softly, his lips moving fast in order not to be caught by the teachers. Matthew was certain that Gilbert was using his ability to waste time so that they still think if a plan to hide Alfred. "What did you tell the lady to do?" Matthew asked, hoping that it would be a success.
"Mr. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo," Yao called as Antonio stepped in front and did what everyone was told. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply to be able to predict the next thing that will happen. "It will rain after my turn," He proudly said for he was more the confident that it will really rain.
Lukas felt the gush of wind passing though them. The wind blew his hair and Mathias nodded, giving the others the signal that he's right. Tino indicates Antonio to say something else. "Ah~ a student will scream in a-" The compelled female student shrieked as she ran in the gym, breaking the silence in the room. All eyes were on her except for Gilbert and Matthew. They looked at each other with so gladness and it was also the first time Matthew saw Gilbert use his powers to others.
Old man Yao ran to catch up with her and fortunately, Alfred was there to stop her. He was so grateful to the American that he sent him in front to show everyone how powerful he is.
To everyone's surprise, he was standing there, fumbling the hem of his shirt as he thinks of something to say. "Hey, I, um, am Alfred Jones but you can call me Al," He beamed, smiling widely to the wizards. It was time to introduce everyone his ability. "Please state your supernatural ability and demonstrate," Emil ordered, his gaze only at the man before him.
The silence was intense that Alfred had to fake a laugh which sent everyone in confusion. Whenever you are in front of the five wizards, never try to make a fool of yourself or they will make a fool of you.
Alfred had no other thing to say, "I thought this was just an international school. I entered the wrong one. Please, forgive me." And with that statement, he left but before he could even exit the gym Mathias spoke, "You are expelled from this academy. Since you said that this school is just an international school for normal students, then enter the British School a block away from here. This school will take charge of whatever expenses you will need. But please, never speak to anyone about this school."
Matthew heard everything the holder of water said. Alfred had to switch schools just because he's normal? There were many students here who wished they were normal and who wished that they don't have this curse. He felt mad and a sudden outburst stepped on his line, "Is this how you treat normal students?"
Now, eyes were on him. He was determined to stand up for his brother, wanting to prove that he's not a baby anymore. Alfred looked at his twin. He was sure he heard his voice.
"And who are you to speak so lightly to us?" Lukas spoke in retort, raising the tone of his voice as he stands up. Matthew's knees began shaking, nervousness drowning him. 'You're letting your emotions overpower you again. Matt. Speak up,' he mentally shouted, fists turning into a ball.
Gilbert was watching every unsure move Matthew makes. He was right to think that all he is doing is for himself, to be able to prove someone wrong, but he also knew that what he is doing will probably make him uneasy. He wanted to do something, something that stop all this madness but it was like he's glued to his place.
"Matthew Williams," The Canadian replied with his head up high, looking straight at Lukas' orbs. He knew that compared to the wizard, he was an ant. Although that is a known fact, you never know the possibilities of life. Emil, the earth holder, questions him about his ability. Matthew was not yet sure of this but with Gilbert in his mind, he claimed, "Mental tracking."
As if on cue, everyone gasped, including Gilbert and his friends. They knew it came from one bloodline and that bloodline uses the mental tracking for evil. No one knew what to say. The only thing heard were the whispers spreading like wildfire. Matthew can hear but he couldn't understand them.
"Please go back to your place, Mr. Williams," Yao directed him back to his seat, Gilbert waiting for him. The Canadian slumped to his seat, wanting to erase the shameful act he did. Even though he was already on his way back to his seat, all the students were still looking at him, squinting to see if there was a resemblance of HIM. They even had to move their chairs farther away from him just to make sure he's brain is functioning well. He made a fool out of himself, that's for sure.
Matthew's head was blank. He didn't even try to defend Alfred anymore. He ignored mind the hand that enveloped his own. He was too embarrassed to show his face to him. "You wanna grab something to eat after school? The gang's planning on going to the Vargas' to have some pizza," Gilbert squeezed Matthew's hand and he put his finger on his chin, lifting his face only to meet the latter's red eyes.
"Let's head to the infirmary first," He stood up as he held Matthew by his arm.
Alfred's mom fetched him with a worried face. Even though Alfred's all hyped up, he was never expelled from any school. Yes, she was often called to the office but it hasn't come to this point, not until today. That day onwards, he will attending the British school nearby. The American just thought of it as making new sets of friends. He doesn't intend on letting the depression cover him up.
'Just keep on looking at the bright side of things,' he mentally cheered, clutching his jeans as tears started to drop from his face. His mother ignored him, wanting to give the child some privacy until he had calmed down. It was never easy to make stop crying, though. Alfred took his handkerchief out as he wiped the beads of liquid on his cheeks.
"Do you think I'd learn to be all proper and gentleman-like like them?" He spoke clearly despite the ragged breathings. Since he got no immediate reply, he looked only to see his mother laughing, her face red from all the laughter, "This is your problem, dear?" She said between her giggles, grasping on the stirring wheel tighter.
After a few minutes of hard staring, Mrs. Jones finally stopped looked at her son, "Do you remember your drawing of your ideal girl? She's gotta be British. Her hair must be long and blonde while her eyes should be green and she's got thick brows." Alfred felt his face heat up due to anger, not because of what his mother is saying. How come she's the only one who remembers that? And finally, his engine exploded, "It's exclusive for boys, mom!"
"Then find yourself a boyfriend just like your brother, Mattie. He chose a good one, if I might say, not to mention handsome," Mrs. Jones smiled dreamily, imagining her two baby boys were already big enough to date someone. On the other hand, Alfred was just sitting there, hugging his knees. He doesn't even want a boyfriend, in the first place.
"Whatever you say mom. I'll just think of something."
"Hey, bastardi, where's the bottle opener? Pass it over, will you?" Lovino asked between his hiccups, his flushed face resting on Antonio's shoulder as continued to sing like an old drunk man from the street. It was almost eight and the gang was still in the Vargas'. They had finished four pizza boxes and at the moment, they had opened almost ten bottles of beer.
Antonio had never seen his lover drunk like that. He emptied four bottles of the finest beer Ludwig could find. His face was all red and his eyes were barely open. He could already imagine his between the toilet bowl the next morning. The worst part is, he was being all flirty with Antonio, which had never happened before. It was always Antonio who is mushy and hyper with Lovino but that night, it was the exact opposite.
"Ve, you should take him to his room, big brother Toni. He's already tipsy," Feliciano came with more bag of chips to go with the beer. Antonio complied and carried his boyfriend up to his room, wishing that he could stop himself from taking him in his sleep. It would break the guy and it might be the cause their breakup.
Matthew sat down, coming from the bathroom to check if his eyes were still red. It had changed into another color: blue. Since Alfred was the last person he tracked, his eyes were now blue. Now he looked a lot like Alfred. "They've changed, Matt," Gilbert offered him water as he scooted away, giving more space to the sick man. The Canadian hadn't talked to anyone after the incident and everyone was very worried about him.
Gilbert was not surprised when he didn't reply but he took the cup of water, their hands touching slightly. "Matt, can we talk outside?" He asked, standing before the latter could stand. Matthew looked up to lock eyes with the German, his eyes looking back down to their feet.
Both of them left the living room and went to the backyard where the winter air welcomed them, causing the smaller male to shiver. The snow was yet to fall and the weather had already been that cold, what more if it rained snow? Gilbert settled on the bench just beside the backdoor, patting the space beside him to signal the former to sit right next to him.
"Is something wrong, Gil?" White smoke coming from his mouth as Matthew's lips move. He talked to him but his gaze on the flowerbeds across them. Planted there were pink roses, the national flower of their country, Italy. It was pure and innocent, but when snow comes they will wilt and die.
The said man shook his head, inching closer to the Canadian. He reached for his lover's hand due to the cold atmosphere. Matthew's skin color was starting to change so he had to make his mind. Should I confess now? Or tomorrow? Shit, what should I do? He argued in his mind, accidentally squeezing the hand he was holding.
"Gilbert, it's cold out here. We should go ba-" Before Matthew could finish his sentence, lips captured his own, Gilbert's hand on his cheek to bring him close. There were no movement, just a simple touch of lips, innocent like the roses. The Canadian's eyelids lazily dropped as he returned the kiss, reluctantly cupping the other man's face.
Then, right when they broke the kiss, snow has started to fall and they knew, something new has also started.
Hooray, this chapter is done. :) I got the two to go mushy to each other at the start and at the end. :" This is long too. The longest chapter yet. HAHA. There huge hints of USUK already (squint better if you wanna see) PruCan is already official here so yeah, the action will start the next chapter. :) And oh, there will be more characters and i will be introducing the characters with their abilities next chapter so you wont be confused. :) I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. Thank you for the reviews too. I really appreciate it and it will help me improve my skills. :) THANKS AGAIN.
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