Shinigami-cat: Hey everyone! Time for the next chapter. Hope you all like it... I OWN NOTHING!

Should Have Gone Drinking

After getting his guts ripped out and having to explain that he wasn't going to be some damn kid's mentor, Gilbert was finally able to drag himself home. Once he actually got there, he unceremoniously took off his mask and flung himself onto his bed. Too lazy to take off his clothes, but he still kicked off his shoes anyway.

"Fuck…" He groaned. "That sucked…"

"What did, my love?"

Gilbert turned his head to see the Reaper resting next to him. A small smile graced Gilbert's face. "That horrible errand you made me run. My guts spilled all over the ground… and I had to pay for a coffee. It was gross coffee."

The Reaper chuckled softly, gently brushing his fingers against Gilbert's cheek. "Sorry about that… But it wasn't Antonio's time to die. He still has much to do."

"Whatever you say love." He gently held deaths hand in his, kissing every knuckle. "… The cops are after me."

"Then you need to be more careful."

"How much more careful can I be? I hardly leave any evidence anywhere anymore."

"You just need to be more cautious."

Gilbert sighed. "Babe, I've been cautious all my life… Please, can you just… Can you just kill me? Take me away? Please?"

The Reaper looked at him with its empty sockets. "… Gilbert I don't know how to kill you. I only move souls from place to place. I'm not the one that pulls them from their bodies. If I did, there wouldn't be anyone coming back once their heart stopped."

"But I'm tired." Said Gilbert quietly. "I just… I want to die and stay dead… If at all possible I want to die by your hand. Then we can be together."

"It's a beautiful thought, but it's not possible." The Reaper pressed its teeth against Gilbert's cheek. "Get some sleep my lovely, perfect human."

Gilbert sighed a little, letting his eyelids slip shut. "Okay…"

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After a less then peaceful sleep, Gilbert was back at work. He mindlessly mashed the keyboard and dragged the mouse over the screen. He wasn't really paying much attention to what he was actually doing, but it got him through to lunch.

He usually threw something together before he left, but he just forgot. He'd have to got out and get something during the lunch rush hour. That was always fun.

Begrudgingly, he made his way onto the streets to get something, anything to eat. He never liked crowded areas, but they had the best cover for his purposes. He ended up getting something from a burger place and went back to the break room to eat. It was either that or be in way too close proximity to people he didn't know or care about.

The break room was almost always empty. Maybe one or two people getting a coffee, but that was usually it. However it seemed as though Gilbert wouldn't be eating alone today. Sitting quietly in the corner all by himself was Matthew.

Gilbert grinned and sat down opposite him, earning a surprised noise from the blond. "Hey there Matthew."

"Hello Gilbert." Said Matthew quietly. "How are you?"

The albino shrugged. "Could be worse. I need more sleep, but that's nothing new."

"Maybe you should go to bed earlier?"

"Maybe… How's your day been so far?"

Matthew shrugged. "Pretty good I guess. I have three movies to review and a bunch of extra tickets."

This peaked Gilbert's interest. "What movies?"

"A children's movie about talking animals, an angst filled teen drama about growing up and how much adults suck and some horror movie loosely biased on that urban legend about the Russian sleep experiment."

"I heard about that one." Muttered Gilbert. "They were awake for about thirty eight hours, went crazy, ate each other and pulled out their own organs or something?"

"Yeah, but in this one the gas used in the experiment is released into a correctional facility." Said Matthew calmly. I really don't want to see that one… It just sounds so… so disturbing…"

Gilbert grinned. "I was thinking about going to see it myself."

"Really? Well I have an extra ticket for it, do you want to come and see it with me?" Asked Matthew. "I hate reviewing horror movies."

"Consider it a date."

As soon as Gilbert said the word date, Matthew's face went bright red and he started to stutter. "I-I um… Y-you have a girlfriend or-or something… and I-I um… Well that is to say that…"

"It's just an expression."

"… I knew that…"

Deciding to not point out how weird Matthew was acting, Gilbert quickly changed the subject for him. "So have you heard about some of those murders that happened a few days ago?"

Matthew nodded a little. "Yeah, the media's going crazy over it. Then again, why wouldn't they be? They are always after an interesting story. A serial killer is a pretty entertaining. Never know who or what he's going to go after next."

"Ja, that's true…" He ate some of his food, thinking a little. "Pretty weird how the cops haven't caught him yet."

"You say that, yet the Zodiac killer hasn't been caught." Reminded Matthew calmly. "So… How are you going with work? Not behind or anything?"

"Like always I am on time." Said Gilbert with a grin. "How about you?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty much done with everything too." He paused for a moment in thought. "Want to hang out after work? He could just go out for drinks or something if you like?"

"Love to, but I got prior engagements."

"Really? That's too bad."

Gilbert chuckled a little. "Ja, I know. But I can't help it. I already had plans. Another day then? Maybe even tomorrow? You could tell me when's the best day to go to the movies?"

"Okay. I'll do that."

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For Gilbert, tonight wasn't a night to do his lovers bidding. Tonight he was going fishing. Not in the sense of going to a pond or the sea and trying to catch fish. He wasn't someone patient enough to do that. No, he was fishing for Silence.

He needed to try and flush him out, lure him into the open and then try to kill him again. He was working under the theory that Silence was immortal too for several reasons. The first being this man had been following him for as long as he could remember. The second being he once stabbed Silence in the neck and he still ran after him.

To fish him out, Gilbert was just going to go walking along the roof tops. There was no way he wouldn't take the opportunity to suddenly swoop down and attack him. He would be ready for him.

He argued that if his stalker was immortal he would just have to do the obvious thing. Cut him up into bits and dump the bots in cement all around the world. It was the only logical thing to do after all. What else could he do? Aimlessly attack him and just hope he dies? That was stupid. Only an idiot would do that.

At the moment he was roof hopping over the older part of town. Most buildings here were warehouses and dilapidated structures, slowly falling apart. It was difficult to judge his landings, but he was doing alright.

He jumped off a building and landed on the next roof, sliding slightly of a loose sheet of metal. He tried to keep his balance but failed and hit his head against the ground. "Ow…"

Gilbert slowly sat up and rubbed his aching head. Immortal or not, pain was still the same. It hurt. It always hurt. He quickly pulled himself up and dusted himself off, letting small rocks and bits of broken glass fall back onto the rooftop.

He took a moment to pause and look up at the night sky. He missed the times when he could have looked up at the night sky and there were hundreds and thousands of stars. Light pollution had ruined everything. At least he could still see the moon. It was one of the things that never seemed to change as time went on and on. It was beautiful.

A sudden breeze snapped Gilbert out of his trance and he quickly looked around, catching the gaze of something that shouldn't be there. Something that shouldn't be in the mortal world. A ghost. It was not unusual for Gilbert to see spirits wandering around from place to place, but the thing that made Gilbert stop and stair at it. He recognized it.

It was Francis. That detective that came by his place the other day. Unlike other ghosts he didn't have a distant look in his eyes that was associated with their kind. He decided to take no notice of it and jumped to the next building. Francis followed.

Continuing to ignore the spirit for the moment, Gilbert walked around the roof, picking up random bits and bobs. He ended up finding a broken bit of pipe. It was a little bent and sharp on one end. Francis continued to follow him.

"… Any reason why you're following me?" Asked Gilbert. "Do you even realize you're dead?"

Francis stopped dead in his tracks. "You can see me?"

"And hear you and I can probably walk right through you." Said Gilbert in an uninterested tone. "Look, just go find my lover. They deal with taking spirits over to the other side. All I can do is avenge your corpse if you got murdered."

"… What? Are you crazy?"

"Well considering I was alive long before Christianity even existed I think I am allowed to have a little bit of le way here."

Francis just looked at Gilbert like he was completely insane. "Right… Since I'm um… dead…. yeah… maybe you could tell me who you are really and why you kill people and how they end up making it look like people have died of natural causes? Would be nice to have some closure before I pass on?"

Gilbert shrugged, resting the pipe on his shoulders. "I don't answer questions like that. Go ask my lover those things. They can give you closure before they deliver your restless spirit to whatever afterlife you are meant to have."

"Oh come on Zombie." Whined Francis. "Give me something so work with. I deserve that much don't I? You name maybe? That would be enough for me to find peace."

Gilbert rolled his eyes and walked over to the spirit. "Okay, look here. I don't answer to you. I don't care how the fuck you died. To be honest, this night has been a complete waste of time for me. I could have gone drinking with this cute guy from work. Instead I'm out here trying to catch the attention of a psychopath that has been chasing me for roughly-"

His words were quickly cut off by the feeling of excruciating pain. It was radiating from his back, spread through his chest and burst through his chest. He looked down at the thing that had speared him. To his surprise it looked like some kind of high tech grapple hook.

Francis gasped in shock. His eyes were fixated on the bloody hook in the others chest. He looked absolutely horrified and disgusted. "Oh god… What the hell?"

Gilbert just sighed a little, feeling the hook digging into his flesh. "I should have gone drinking…"

Suddenly, Gilbert was yanked backwards and upwards. Everything seemed to flow in slow motion to him. He looked over his shoulder, he was heading straight towards some building under construction. Gilbert quickly twisted and turned his body, some how managing to get on the floor above from where the assailant had shot him.

He landed, sliding a little across the floor due to the blood oozing from his wound. Groaning in brief agony, he sat up and quickly pulled at the grapple hook and yanked it out of his chest. Thankfully for him the line used was a rope and not a chain. It took a little bit of effort but he was able to undo the knot and free himself from the grapple hook with minimal effort.

It wasn't a moment too soon either. As soon as he had undone the knot he felt the rope getting pulled through his body. The blood stained rope streaked the ground before it slithered away and disappeared off the side of the building.

"Well… I guess I got his attention." Muttered Gilbert. A sick grin stretched across his face. "Good." He slowly stumbled to his feet. Surprisingly he was still carrying the pipe from the previous roof top. He supposed he should have thought about carrying a knife or something sharper.

He slowly started to walk through the building, doing his best to keep quiet so that he could get the drop on his less then pleasant friend. Unfortunately for him, his efforts were in vain, due to the ghost that decided to follow him.

"You need to get to a hospital!" He cried. "Shouldn't be walking around!"

"I fucking swear if you don't shut up about me getting impaled by that I will being you back to life and kill you again you fucking annoying detective!" He heard something beneath him fall over and shatter. "… Just stay quiet."

"But…"

"Shut up or he's going to hear us."

"Who?"

"… I really wish you didn't say that…"

As if on cue a tall looming figure trudged into view. He was a large built figure wearing dark and tight fitting clothes. Over his face we wore a mask made our of old rusted metal and coloured glass. He was carrying some kind of sword at his side.

Gilbert knew that sword and mask all too well. It didn't matter how many times this person changed their outfit, they always had that expressionless mask and that damn falchion. The damn falchion that could so easily run him through and end his life in the blink of an eye.

This should have been the thing Gilbert was searching for. His escape from the world of immortality, but he refused to go out like that. He was a fighter, not a quitter. There was no way he was going to let some stranger kill him without even knowing why. He was going to fight with his ever last breath.

"Nice to see you again Silence." Growled Gilbert darkly. "Got any last words to say? No? Then let's dance you bastard." He lunged at the larger male, being careful to avoid the others falchion. He was running on pure adrenaline now. He ducked and weaved out of the way when Silence slashed at him. He was used to the larger man's fighting style. It didn't take him too long to find an opening and take it for all it was worth.

Gilbert shoved the sharp part of the pipe through the larger mans stomach and pushed it up. He was pretty damn sure he penetrated both his lungs and maybe even part of his heart. Just for good measure he shoved Silence off the side of the building and onto a pile of scrap metal. It was at least a seven story drop.

"Good." Muttered Gilbert. "Now fucking stay there while I go get a fucking saw or something. I'm going to chop you up good you fucking bastard."

"How the hell haven't you bleed out yet!?" Cried Francis in shock. "And who the hell was that man you just killed?!"

Gilbert shook his head. He was getting sick and tired of this ghost bitching about everything he did. "Look here you fucker." He growled. "I am immortal. That fucking prick that tried to kill me just then? He's immortal too! Now go find the Reaper and get them to pass your fucking spirit onto the other side while I go down there and cut this fucker up before he pulls himself up and runs away!"

Francis just looked at him in shock for a few moments before going into deep thought. "… I see. So you've been affected by some kind of magic?"

"I wish I knew!" Snapped Gilbert. As he glared at the detective he noticed something that shouldn't have been there. A glimmer of something around his neck. He smirked and quickly grabbed it, pulling it off, causing Francis to materialize. "Thought you were one weird ghost. Perhaps I really should make you one."

"H-how the hell did you do that?!" Cried Francis in shock. He looked terrified now. "Give that back!"

Gilbert chuckled and held the pendant just out of his reach. "You see the padding on my gloves? Filled with salt and silver. A supernatural power punch. Now let's make a little deal here Francis."

"… What deal do you want to make?"

"I'll give you back your pendant if you stop looking for me."

"You really think I'll do something like that?"

"What's going on is bigger then your stupid murder cases. I've been doing what I've been doing for the better half of the last few millennia. I am not going to stop now. Don't fucking kid yourself." Snapped Gilbert. "Plus, you aren't getting nothing out of this deal. I let you keep your pendant your life and I'll give you a list of names."

"… What names?"

"Murderers of unsolved cases and the people they murdered. I have a reliable source that can get them al for you." Cooed Gilbert. "And don't worry. I know where you live so I'll drop them off for you."

"… I can't promise that I'll stop looking for you. I have to know who you are."

"I'm sure you can find me in a history book." Said Gilbert. "It won't be the right name, but it'll be me. You will know it was me."

"… Fine. Give me back my pendant."

Gilbert chuckled and gave the pendant back to Francis who quickly took it and turned back to his translucent form and quickly vanished from Gilbert's sight.

With a dark chuckle, Gilbert looked back down to where Silence was impaled on the scrap metal only to find that he was gone. "… Mother fucking son of a bitch." He growled. "I should have just gone drinking."

TBC

Shinigami-cat: Hey everyone! Just so you know a falchion is a type of medieval sword. I suggest you look up a picture, it's really cool looking. Please review.