Im not dead! and i really dont wanna be either. really sorry, lifes a bitch and lets just say its difficult to please it. demon family has been living with me causing less time to write and school as well. hope ya enjoy!
Lovino stared at the albino, dumbfounded that he had ordered him to leave. "Fine bastard. Don't think this is over, when you get back expect a heavy shitstorm!" Lovino got out of the car, slammed the car door shut as hard as he could and stomped away from Gilbert's view.
Gil watched as the storming Italian stomped away and smirked slightly before starting up his car again. "Ja ja wouldn't expect anything else from you." Gil laughed and drove away from the small apartment complex he called home. As he drove away he thought of Peter's story about the weird man with the ponytail and shuddered at the images playing through his mind. "Ja, he really won't like me after this."
Now Gilbert's community is not necessarily bad but it wasn't the picturesque suburban dream, if anything he lived in the ghetto, but we're getting sidetracked. The place Gil was driving towards was worse than his own "home". Gil's bright yellow Mercedes-Benz cut through the muckish brown color that seemed to hang in the air, and slowly as he drove further the muckish brown seeped into grey and then finally black. The albino angel dared not look anywhere but straight ahead, he had made that mistake once before and getting home took a lot more effort than it should've that day. He knew without looking that their eyes followed him as he drove into the center of the darkness. Bright glowing eyes of variety of colors, boiled blood red, piercingly disgusting yellow and the most common was black. The owners of the variety of eyes slowly slunk out of their hiding spots and followed the beacon of bright yellow, and flocked behind it so that there was no unexpected escape.
The German came to a mansion, big enough to be considered a castle yet had nothing architecturally significant enough to even compare to one. Reluctantly, he turned off his beautiful car's engine and left its warm safety and as one would expect he was quickly circled by snarling figures.
"Guten tag hundinnen!" Gil laughed and took a step forward and was met with a pair of bright, ugly yellow eyes.
"Don't you move, aru!" the yellow eyes glared at him and an unseen hand grabbed Gil by the throat. "You are not allowed here, aru!" Gil gagged slightly and snickered.
"According to your king, zhe awesome me is allowed here any time. Now let me go Chinaman." The pressure around his neck increased and then reluctantly the hand released his throat.
" Fine, but you are being escorted, now come on, aru." The hand grabbed Gil's own and hastily dragged the German into the dark mansion.
Now unlike the outside world that surrounded the mansion, the inside was lit up with bright lights, yet it still held no color. The owner of the yellow eyes became visible and cringed slightly at the bright pale light. The man kept true to Peter's description, Asian specifically Chinese, long raven black hair put up in a ponytail, and brown eyes, and only brown because in order for demons to survive they change their eye color. The demon dragged Gil through many winding, twisting, and overall white walled halls.
"So how've ya been Yao?" Gil grinned as Yao looked over annoyed and flustered by the question.
"Shut up Beilschimdt, and fine, aru." Yao snapped and quicken his pace, causing the albino to stumble and fall behind. The Chinese man snickered and quickly stopped before giant black double doors. Yao hesitantly knocked on the door and stepped back as a trembling blonde demon stepped out from behind the doors.
"Y-Yao…. d-doesn't wanna see a-anyone…." The blonde shut his eyes tight and cringed as if he was about to be hit. Yao sighed causing the blonde to open an eye and relax slightly.
"Raivis, tell him Beilschimdt is here." Yao frowned slightly and Raivis quickly slipped back behind the two doors. After a few awkward seconds between Gil and Yao, and a bit muffled shouting from behind the doors, the said doors slowly opened and revealed a spacious throne room. The room was a dull grey with a dull gold trim on the walls, and out of the dull, dark room, purple eyes shone bright. Unlike the other demon eyes, these purple eyes were beautiful and inviting, it was the grin that reminded you that the eyes bellowed to a monster. Slowly, the eyes moved closer to Gil and as they approached a Cheshire cat like grin appeared. Gil took a step back as the demon approached, and cringed when the demon's signature scarf brushed against his hand.
"Hello Gilbert~, finally come to become one?" The purple eyed demon smiled as his thick Russian accent mixed beautifully with the words that fell from his mouth.
"Hell no! I came by to see vhy you vhere stalking a boy named Peter, vell more like sent this creep to spy." He thrust his thumb at Yao and quickly pulled his hand away before the Chinese man could bite at it.
" Ai ya! Ivan!?" Yao whined, trying to gain a bit of sympathy from his "mate".
Ivan smiled sweetly at Yao and ignored what he said; his main focus was the fallen angel before him. "I have my reasons, why do you want to know?" Ivan started to play with the end of his scarf, quickly getting bored because he wasn't getting a specific German as a mate.
"Because of reasons, if you won't tell me then I'm leaving." Gilbert turned on his heel and started for the door.
" Ohhhhhh I know why now," Ivan grinned and dropped the end of his scarf, "let's see. You found an angel person, he, I'm assuming he because I know you, is assigned to watch the kid and you like the angel." Ivan smiled like a child who solved a difficult puzzle when Gil turned a light shade of red. "Ooo and by that color of your face he's sharing your small place." Gil reluctantly nodded, knowing lying was useless.
"Ja, shut up Ivan."
Ivan grinned deviously and walked closer to Gil. "Well, let me tell you something." Ivan leaned in close and whispered in his ear so that Yao could not hear. "It will not work, and you want to know why? Because you belong to me. You can keep denying it but you are mine, no one elses. You belong to the king of the hell bound not some priss in a skirt." Ivan stood up straight and started back for the darkness of the large room. "Remember that Gilbert, see you soon~" Ivan disappeared and left Yao and the petrified Gil alone.
"Uh let's get ya back and away from here." Yao looked over at Gil and sent him a glance mixed with pity and jealousy. Gil stiffly nodded and walked out of the room. He didn't remember the winding white walls or opening his car door but somehow he was sitting in the driver's seat of his favorite yellow Mercedes-Benz with the engine running.
After a silent, dreary ride home, Gil walked into his apartment only to be met with a still angry Italian with impeccable aim.
"Bastardo!" a shoe flies through the air and connects with the German's stomach. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" another shoe flies and connects with the doubled over man's head.
"Imma not a animal that you can keep in the house alone for hours!" The younger man looked around for another shoe to throw and groaned when he couldn't find any.
"Well what the hell was soooo important you dumped my ass and then drive away?!" Lovino crossed his arms and huffed as the injured German flopped on the couch.
"All I vant to do is come home and drink a beer and drunkenly pass out on zhe couch but nein! The awesome me gets a pissed off Italian armed with shoes and is a damn loud mouth!" Gil sat up and glared at Lovino.
Lovino stared at the German and groaned. "Fine bastardo, where the hell did you go?" Lovino stood and walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer for Gilbert. While he was here alone he quickly learned where everything was, and he means everything.
"Danke, and I went to visit a damn creepy demon." Gilbert took the beer and started to drink.
"A demon?! Why the hell would you do that?!" Lovino shuddered and sat on the adjacent couch. Lovino, like any sane person hated demons, but definitely was scared of the creatures.
Gilbert nodded and finished his beer. "Ja, a demon. And cuz I needed to know vhy he vas sending spies on Peter. And I didn't get anything. Although I know who they are." Gil groaned and got up for another beer.
"Who?" Lovino jumped up and followed Gil into the kitchen.
"Errr….. remember that demon that keeps following you and messing up your missions?" Gil winced as he watched the Italian freeze and nod grimly. "Vell, he kinda created a permanent temporary home here. He just recently picked up Peter's scent, and he's made Peter his next target."
Lovino looked at the ground, hiding his face behind his hanging bangs and ran off to his room. Gilbert quickly followed after the Italian and was quite grateful that Lovino left the door open.
"Lovi? Are you ok?" Gil looked around the room and saw nothing but an empty bed and a pair of clothes on the ground. Gil walked into the room hesitantly and looked around for the other angel. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the closet door was opened just a crack and from that crack came the sound of sobbing. Gil silently and carefully approached the closet and opened the door a bit more to find the young Italian facing the corner crying.
"Lovi, are you ok?" Gil sat down next to him and patted his back, only causing the tears to fall faster. The Italian grabbed the albino and clung to him in a hug. Gil blushed lightly and hugged the younger man close and patted his back comfortingly. They sat like that for what seemed like hours until the sobbing slowed down into ragged breathing.
"W-why does he have to fucking show up and ruin my fucking life?!" Lovino clenched his fists and clenched Gil's shirt in the process.
"I don't know, Lovi." Gil kept holding Lovino and slowly stood up. "He's an unawesome creep who pops up out of nowhere." Gil looked at the alarm clock next to his guest's bed and noticed he had in fact spent hours at hell on earth, it was 9:30 pm. Gil walked over to Lovino's bed and began to put him to bed when he heard the half-asleep grumbling of his favorite Italian.
"Albino bastard…..could you stay here tonight?" Gil looked down confused at the Italian. "…Please…" Gil smiled and sat on the bed next to where Lovino laid.
"Ja, I can." Gil looked down and watched as a smiled tugged at the corner of Lovino's mouth.
"Grazie bastardo" and with that the Italian fell asleep.
Gil watched as the other's side rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern and laid down on the bed next to him. " Guten Nacht Lovino." Without thinking of the consequences, the last Prussian kissed the usually angry Italian on the forehead and fell asleep with a goofy smile plastered on his face.
okee so i felt bad about being gone that i made it longer, i think that so far its my longest chapter. thanks for the favorites follows and reviews, they feel like early christmas presents! i really really really want to have another chapter up this friday, you can kill me if its not. i shall see you friday lovelys keep up the reviews!