Sorry it's been awhile, I've been really busy with school and family matters. Finally getting to the more into main characters.
Chapter 7: Police Work
Gilbert sat in the park, playing with Gilbird while he waited for his friend. "Where is he?" He muttered, Gilbird chirped curiosly in response. Alfred had called Gilbert to the park for what he called "doing the police's job". The meeting was supposed to take place an hour ago, but the American had failed to show up. "Maybe he forgot," Gilbert declared to his bird as he stood up with the intention of leaving. Just then, Alfred ran up to him, panting and bright red. "Did you have a nice run?" Gilbert teased at his out-of-shape friend.
Alfred flipped him off before saying, "I assume you know why I called you."
"I figured it was to discuss the murders going on." Gilbert replied, pulling blueberries out of his pocket to throw to Gilbird.
"Exactly, what do you think of Arthur's theory of a demon?"
Gilbert rolled his eyes and scoffed, "I think it's stupid."
Alfred blushed and sputtered, "Ah yeah, me to."
"Wow, Alfred, do you really believe that horse crap?"
"Well he se emed really convinced and-"
"Jesus Alfred! Demons, are you serious!? The man also believes in fairies and Captain Hook, do you think they exist too!?" Gilbert accused, drawing some attention from passersby. "I'll tell you what happened to Lovino, he was murdered."
"who would want to murder Lovino?" Alfred questioned.
Gilbert gave him an sarcastic look and replied, "Seiously?"
"Ok maybe he wasn't the most likable person, but murder?"
"True, but I think I now someone crazy enough." Gilbert said thoughtfully.
"Who?"
"Kirkland."
Alfred fumed and barked, "There's no way Arthur is capable of that."
"Lovino was murdered in his house, minutes after he showed up to watch the damn thing. Also, he was in Arthur's precious magic room. He could have gone in there and touched something and Arthur got pissed and murdered him or something." Gilbert reasoned.
"Yeah well someone who hates him more could have killed him!" Alfred shouted combatted.
"Like who?"
"How about Ludwig?" Alfred sneered.
Gilbert turned bright red and lunged at Alfred, pushing him down hard onto the grass, knocking the breathe out of him. "Don't you ever accuse my baby brother!"
Alfred caught his breathe and said, "ok sorry, sorry. I didn't mean that."
"No you're right, Ludwig could be a suspect. I just don't want to think of that, ok?" Gilbert apologized, helping Alfred up.
Both stood awkwardly before Alfred said, "We should check out leads or something."
"Sounds like a good idea, but where should we start?" Gilbert said, putting Gilbird into his pocket.
"How about we ask Kiku for advice?" Alfred said, brightening.
Gilbert shrugged and replied, "he doesn't like Gilbird."
"Of course he does, now lets go," Alfred said, dragging Gilbert off to his car. "This will be so much fun!"
Alfred sat on Kiku's doorstep, ringing the doorbell nonstop and shouting Kiku's name over and over. Gilbert looked through Kiku's window, but saw nothing. Finally he decided to call his brother, who picked up on the first ring.
"What do you want, Gilbert?" An exasperated Ludwig said.
"Wow, happy to hear you too, brother," Gilbert replied.
"If you don't tell me what you need in two seconds, I'm hanging up."
"Ok, ok. Is Kiku with you?"
"No, it's the strangest thing. I was supposed to drop by the day after the funeral, but couldn't. I called to reschedule, but he didn't answer. I figured he would call back, but completely forgot about that until you reminded me right now."
"So you forgot about your friend," Gilbert responded suspiciously.
"I've been dealing with a broken and clinger-than-usual Feliciano, I exhausted, ok?" Ludwig spat. A crash was heard on Ludwig's end and he cursed heavily in German, "I've got to go," before hanging up.
Gilbert sighed and told Alfred about his phone call. "Where could he be?" Alfred responded. "Considering the circumstances I find this appropriate," he muttered and pulled out a spare key to Kiku's house.
"Kiku really gave you a spare key?"
"'Gave' might not be the exact word I would use," Alfred smirked as he opened the door. Both men shuffled in, and a horrid smell overtook their senses. "Holy shit that's awful."They continued into the living room, covering their noses. Both stopped in their tracks when they saw bloated body of the Japanese man. "Kiku!" Alfred shouted in horror as he ran to the stinking body. "No, no, no!" he cried.
Gilbert didn't move, he just stared at the almost unregocnizable Kiku. He didn't even respond to Alfred yelling at him call an ambulance. He eventually pulled out his phone and called to police, reporting the murder. Alfred screamed incoherently as Gilbert pulled Alfred off of the corpse and dragged him out of the house and pushed him into his car. He silently waited with his despaired friend, sometimes trying to comfort him only to be shoved away. When the police showed up, he told them everything. Once the interview was over, he took Alfred home. "I'm sorry this happened," Gilbert told the now docile Alfred as he dropped him off.
"What happened to him?" Alfred asked, staring tears eyed at the ground.
"The police think it was a heart attack, but they're not sure yet." Gilbert responded.
"Did you see his face? He saw something, something truly terrifying. What do you think that was?"
"I don't know Alfred," Gilbert whispered as he drove off, reevaluating Arthur's demon story.
So that's chapter 7. It was a little rushed, but it's better than nothing right? I'm going to try to update more often, hopefully next week I'll put up the next chapter. Until then.