" I had an argument with Antonio, I was drunk and upset so I went outside.." Gilbert explained, telling me his side of the story from.. that night. " Then I heard shouting, and saw the crowd- I followed them, ja and- well you know the rest."

I had told Gilbert that if he was to join me on my investigation, he's have to go through a through interrogation. I had to admit, watching my high school bully squirm under my imposing questions gave me an odd sort of satisfaction. I'm turning into a sadist aren't I?

" Hmm, I remember that night you weren't scared as most.. In fact you almost seemed like you weren't shocked.., Eh?". I stated trying my hardest to galre, remembering how that night it was Gilbert who opened the door, Gilbert who tried to question Arthur and Alfred, Gilbert who wasn't frozen in shock..

" Eh- I was totally shocked! Completely shocked! Who wouldn't be!" The Albino shouted, gaining the attention of the other people sat in the small Cafe. ". I just went to autopilot!"

" I see.." I mumbled, writing down in my little red note-book ' seems defensive .' Still glaring at Gilbert I took another bite from the cafe's pancakes ( which were disgusting by the way) I could feel a blush dusting my face as I became aware of the stares of the public. I both hated and craved attention.
" Are you done already?" Gilbert asked, " It's not me, Ja!.. Let's continue the investigation already."
" You're still not of the hook." I told him firmly. Just because he was helping me with the . " But I suppose it's time to follow other leads."
The German in front of me smiled eagerly "Awesome. It's about time- where to first?"

" You open the gaet,.. please."
" Nein! You do it!"
" B-but.. You're my assistant you do it"
" It's your investigation!"
" I thought you were meant to be awesome and fearless, eh!"

Gilbert and I were dithering outside the large iron door that lead to Ivan Braginski Mansion house. Ivan Braginski was a Russian boy, a year above me back in school. He is one of the top suspects for being the murderer, why?- because it was his baseball-bat which was used to bludgeon Francis to the death.
When the Russian boy first arrived, he used to carry a rusty facet pipe round with him as a 'defence mechanism' as he put it. However, after his broke a Lithuanian boy's jaw with it, the pipe was quickly confiscated by the teachers, only for Ivan to start carrying round a metal rounders bat instead. The very same rounders bat used to kill Francis. The police couldn't prove anything, but I'd know that bat anywhere. The slower ones among you may be wondering.. So why are you so terrified to even open the gate to his house?.. Well let me tell you, even if Ivan wasn't a weapon carrying, Lithuanian jaw-breaking murder suspect, the mere thought of going to his house would still send shivers down my spine.

Ivan, you see, had turned fear into something of an art. He managed to inflict terror onto just about anybody. That innocent smile of his would lull you into a false sense of security at first, but pretty soon his true colours would show. The most ironic thing is, Ivan caused this unparalleled fear without even himself noticing.

" Why do they always run away- ?" That was the first thing the Russian boy said to me directly, it was after he'd tried to join in our baseball game, only for everyone to run away at lighting speed, unfortunately I wasn't fast enough to get away on time.. So I was cornered by this Russian with an intimidating aura..
" W-well.. I think you just came at a bad time t-t-they just had to leave." I stuttered while inwardly cursing my brother and his friends for leaving me here.
" Nobody seems to like me.."
I couldn't even bring myself to lie to him at that moment..

Back at the present Gilbert had managed to prise open the metal gate. " Kesese! The awesome me will always prevail!" He cackled as he walked through the now ajar gate. . " Your such a sissy, Matthew! I'm not afraid at all!"

I rolled my eyes. My Albino assistant clearly was frightened, the way his had gone up an octave was evidence enough, regardless, I was glad he'd managed to open the gate. I don't think I would of been able to. Both of us walked along the foot path in the large yet deprecated garden, there was rubbish and dead plants littered all round the great estate it gave the place an eerie kind of beauty, and I have to admit it suited Ivan perfectly. I did some research into this place, it's used to belong to a German Mafia family, until it was sold to a man named Obshchiy zima Braginsky, a man I belive to be Ivan's dear old late father.
" Um, Excuse me!" I turned to see a young woman with short grey hair, and a sizeable chest bounding towards us she had a kind of worried expression on her face, her accent was somewhat similar to Ivan's. " This is private property! I-it belongs to my brother!"

" Well, as it happens we're here to see Ivan." Gilbert said, before I had a chance to interject " We're old friends of his- from school"
At the mention of the word 'friends'The woman's face lit-up.
" Friends? Of Ivan's? Oh! How wonderful!" She beamed, smiling like a little girl who'd been given a pony for christmas " Sorry- he doesn't get many friend's over see.. So I'm a little excited. Come! I'll show you to him."

With that the woman took Gilbert and I by the hand, and began leading us of. I could hardly belive how easily this woman was won over, for all she knew we could be Murderers.. maybe living with Ivan made her immune to fear.

My albino assistant looked at me, a smug expression on his face, I rolled my eyes again.. Gilbert had always been full of himself. I took a moment to study the woman leading us. She looked a little older than Gilbert and I, but she still had the mannerisms of someone far younger.
" Oh! How could I forget to introduce myself?" The silver-haired woman said suddenly as we approached the door. " I'm Katyusha, Katyusha Braginsi. Ivan's older sister."
" I'm Gilbert- and this is Matthew." A certain German boy said, cutting me of once again.. Would I ever get a chance to speak for myself? I always was quite quiet, letting others walk all over me.

" Wonderful! I think he may of mentioned you two before" Katusha said with a smile. How this lovely woman was related to Ivan I'll never know. " His room's just on the left.. It has the oak door.. Have fun kids!"
"D-do you think he'll mind us coming in?" I stuttered, shuddering at the thought of Ivan sitting on the other side of the door.
" Ha! Nervous already?" Gilbert asked teasingly.
" Not a bit." I replied, stiffly. It was the truth I wasn't nervous I was terrified. I could hardly believe Katyusha had left two complete strangers alone in her house. Never the less, we had a Russian to interagate, and I wasn't about to back down now.

Before we even had a chance to knock at the door, it had swung open, causing both Gilbert and I to jump out of our skin. There stood in the doorway was honesty, he had hardly changed; His face was less rounded now, and he's somehow managed to get even taller, but other than that he was the same Russian from high school, at least appearance wise. The thing that had changed the most where his eyes. They used to be playful and mischievous but now they seemed cold, grief-hardened.. as unforgiving as the Russian winter. I look into things too deeply, don't I?

" What are you two doing here?" The man asked almost immediately, cocking his head to the side in curiosity, he didn't see surprised to see us at all I wonder if he could see us coming on security cameras or something " I'm. Guessing this isn't a social visit, da?"
" W-well.. We're very happy to see you again after all this time, eh." I said. Everybody knew that was a lie. " But we- uh.. Well we have some important business we need to discuss with you."
Ivan eyed us suspicoulsy for the briefest of moments before nodding, and smiling widely his old creepy smile " If my old friends say it's important then it is~" He said with grin " Some I will make us drinks, we shall discus business in my study."

With that he began walking away, gesturing for us to do the same, I took in a deep breath and followed, Gilbert by my side. Now what!?

( for such a short shitty chpater this took me a long while to do- whaaat! I was busy.. but sory I'll try to be quicker! Aww, I feel sorry for Ivan in this chapter.. everyone running away from him in school :'(.. so THANKYOU! for all you magical people who reviewed, this chapter wouldn't be made without you(:.. pleassee review!

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