Chapter 9

(A/N: Alright so not much has happened but one person guessed the first shadow figure right. Remember their was two and it's not Russia. If you guess before the hint then you get the hint and another guess just cuz I'm to Canadian for my own good. Oh ya and Cindy darling, you CAN'T guess. Hope you all had a wonderful April Fools! Enjoy loves~)

Lord help him.

Arthur had been up all night and day practising his magic with Lukas and Vlad, an angel and a vampire. Arthur might not have the speed or stamina that Vlad had or the emotionless power of Lukas but he was still the best at summoning anything within all of history. But he guest that he might have overdone it with the using too much energy to compete with the other two but well ya… it was his bad.

Now he was sitting on the outskirts of the lake by the houses, leaning against a tree, and was totally spent for energy and hardly able to move without passing out. He laughed at how stupid he had been. He was really acting like Alfred, infact it was a wonder to him how the boy had even stayed alive this long. Of course he was strong and persistent but it was probably due to himself and Alfred's brother. What was his name? Malvin? Michael? Mark? Matthew? Matthew sounded right.

He heard chanting and all too soon his vision started to blur and senses started to dull. Why had he been so stupid? Soon strong arms lifted him into the air as the ends of long blond hair fell into his face. He puffed out a breath and heard a small chuckle come from the person carrying him. The smell of roses and wine spread through his nose as he started to fall asleep in the warm arms of his kidnapper. The wanker.

~0~

Matthew was back in the art room of the house only now he was with Gilbert who was sitting in the window seat sketching. Matthew was finishing the piece he had worked on before the meltdown, which turned out to be a boy no more than five crying as he was surrounded by darkness with hands and claws reaching out for him. The boy was curled in on himself as he cried. It was one of matthew's memories from when his father would go looking for him. The boy though was sitting in a small patch of light. Matthew's mood quickly went sour as he remembered the beatings and pained screams from his fathers torments.

Suddenly a paper ball hit him on the head, startling him out of his distress. He looked over at Gilbert who was watching him with another ball of paper ready in his fist. Matthew uncrumpled the paper to find a picture of him. It was pencil shaded but it captured every detail of him perfectly. From the way he leaned against the wall with his picture propped up against his bent leg as the other leg lay stretched out in front of him. The way his white shirt hugged his shoulders and every crinkle in the rolled up sleeves. He even caught the faraway look in his eyes as he looked blankly down at the half filled canvas.

Matthew smiled at the picture as he memorized every detail.

"Gil it's beautiful. You're really good." Matthew said still smiling down at the crumpled picture.

"Awww it's not that good Birdie. What are you working on?" Matthew sighed and handed over his half filler canvas.

Gilbert looked from the canvas to Matthew then back to the canvas before raising one pale eyebrow.

"This is kinda depressing and dark for an angel don't ya think? I mean it is awesome but its just kinda depressing." Gilbert asked watching Matthew shift slightly.

"Even an angel can have a darkside Gil." Matthew said in a quieter voice than normal.

Gilbert watched as Matthew's light violet eyes turned slightly darker. Gilbert set down the canvas and threw the leftover ball of paper at Matthew's head. The blond looked up at his…...his whatever Gilbert was to him. Gilbert gave him one of his cocky smiles and got up, pulling Matthew with him.

"Gil where are we going?" Matthew asked as he was dragged down the hall.

"We are going to the arcade or somewhere awesome like that." Gilbert said as he dragged Matthew outside and towards his motorcycle.

"Gil are you sure that riding on that is safe?" Matthew said gesturing towards the black bike sitting with two helmets.

Gilbert laughed as he stopped and pulled Matthew into his arms.

"Don't you trust me Mattie? I won't let anything hurt you I promise." Gilbert said resting his forehead on Matthew's.

Matthew was silent for a moment before giving a nervous smile and nodding. So they left and a pair of vibrant purple eyes watching them from a tree.

~0~

They ended up going to a quiet park not to far away from town. They lay on the grass by a small kettle lake, Matthew's head resting on Gilbert's stomach as they lay with Gilbert's body facing the park entrance and Matthew's feet almost in the water. It was so calm but they both got the underlying feeling of unease. As if they were being watched and it was starting to freak Gilbert out. He did a quick scan of the park. A mother pushing her child on the swings, a young couple walking along the path and a girl watching them from a tree. Gilbert was going to go with the girl watching them.

"Birdie I'm going to be back okay?" Gilbert said running his hand threw Matthew's hair.

He just nodded as Gilbert got up and ran as fast as he could towards the kid. Her eyes widened dramatically as she jumped down from the tree and ran towards the small forest at the edge of the park. He finally caught up with her in a small clearing where he picked her up by the back of her hot pink shirt. She screamed and started crying and thrashing around kicking her legs.

"Why the fuck are you watching us?!" Gilbert yelled, which only made the girl whimper.

"Answer me god damn it!" Gilbert roared shaking her slightly.

"I'd put her down da?" Came a Russian accented voice from behind them.

Gilbert spun around to see a tall teen with ash blond hair, dark amethyst eyes, a huge nose and pale skin. He had a beige trench coat, black boots, black leather gloves and a pinkish scarf wrapped around his neck despite it being late summer. The worst thing was he had Matthew pressed against his chest, an old lead pipe pressed against his neck.

"Ivan!" the girl called.

"And what if I don't? You can't control my awesomeness!" Gilbert growled.

Ivan pressed the pipe closer to Matthew's throat, cutting off his windpipe and making him choke. Gilbert quickly threw the girl at Ivan making him release Matthew. Gilbert caught him before he could hit the ground and pulled him close as he gasped for breath and held tightly to Gilbert's shirt. Tears ran down his face as Gilbert held him, whispering sweet nothingness into his hair and kissing his head.

"Jessamine are you're okay da?" Ivan asked the shaking little girl.

She nodded as she hugged his neck and kissed his cheek like a little sister would. The girl, Jessamine was only about eight with dark brown-purple hair in a high pony tail, very pale skin dotted with light freckles, vibrant almost glowing purple eyes. She was kinda short for her age and had a black denim skirt on as well as her pink shirt and black knee high converse boots. A forest green ribbon was tied around her wrist.

Ivan stood and picked up his pipe and pointed it at Gilbert, a evil purple aura surrounding him as strange 'kolkolkolkol' noises came from his mouth.

"You are going to die for touching her comrade." With that he lunged at the angel and demon with his pipe raised high.

~0~

Ludwig ran a hand threw his hair, trying to keep it in place, slicked back away from his face. He was walking back from school with his homework, his bruders, Antonio's, Lovino's, and what's his face's the angel his bruder claimed. Granted he had help. From an angel who he and his friend Kiku had started to hang out with. Feliciano, the angel, hardly ever opened his eyes but always seemed to know who he was talking to and where he was going. It was weird.

The angel had taken a liking to him and now wouldn't leave him alone. Although Feli was cute and great at cooking and cleaning. But that didn't mean anything to the demon.

"Ve Luddy why are you blushing?" Feli asked from beside him. Well shit.

"No reason Feli." Ludwig quickly said.

Feliciano was silent for a few moments before speaking again.

"Dose Luddy have a crush on someone?"

"N-nien t-that's not it."

"Ve it is, it is! Luddy has a crush! Is it a pretty demon? Or an angel! Ve she'll be very happy!"

"I don't have a crush on a girl Feli."

"So it's a boy?"

Ludwig choked on that as his face turned a darker shade of red that Feli didn't notice.

"Nien I don't like anyone."

"Ve whatever you say Luddy~" Feli giggled.

Italians Ludwig thought tiredly. He and the Italian angel went inside as he ran upstairs to give Antonio and Lovino their homework. After almost getting hit in the head by a book or two and a long string of Italian curses (guess who by) he was back down stairs in the kitchen with Feli eating some sort of pasta and wurst.

The other demons that were supposed to be in the house had created a portal in one of the others rooms that lead them back to their homes in hell. So it was really just Antonio with Lovino in his room, Francis, Kiku and some Greek guy and the last was him and sometimes Feli. Gilbert was almost always with Matthew in the angels house or, the odd day, in his basement room. Ludwig had lost track of the days that he was here simply going from day to day with little change. Class was boring and the teachers mostly just sat there and let the kids do what they want. Which is how they had met Feli.

Flash Back

Ludwig sat in class beside Kiku in class. A class that was quickly falling to pieces. The demons where practicly rapping the angels on the tables and all the teacher could do was sit, read and smoke. Ludwig sighed as he turned to Kiku who looked back at him with the 'this is disgraceful to our kind' look. Suddenly the door burst open and in ran a little angel.

"Ve sorry I'm late! I didn't mean to but then I ran into this French guy and he wanted to talk and and and"

The teacher put up a hand to stop him and motioned for him to sit down. A demon walked up behind the angel and started to suck on his neck. The angel froze and made a weird 'vee' sound before poking the demon in the eye.

"Ahh what the fuck bitch!" The demon yelled.

Everyone stopped to stare at the scene unfolding.

"Ve mi fratello said that if someone touched me in a weird way I was supposed to poke them in the eye. So I did." He said happily.

"Well you're gonna regret listening to your fratello." The demon spat.

Before he could do anything a katana was shoved in between them, almost cutting the demons nose off.

"Alex-kun please stop bugging the angels. It's disgraceful." Kiku said. Alex, not wanting to get the smaller Japanese demon angry sulked back to his seat.

Kiku let his katana fade and he sat beside the angel and Ludwig again.

"I'm Kiku and this is Ludwig-san. Who are you?"

"Ve I'm Feliciano!"

End Flashback

Feli had fallen asleep on the couch, science book in hand and a paint smudge on the corner of his lip. Ludwig chuckled slightly as he grabbed a wash cloth and began gently rubbing away the art supply. He picked up the book and neatly placed it on a stack of papers they had been working on. The classes might suck but they still assigned homework.

Ludwig picked up the angel bridal style and started walking towards his room. Feli always found his way into Ludwig's bed no matter what the german did. Feli stirred slightly and opened his eyes a little.

"Ve Luddy where are we going?" Came a small sleepy voice.

"My room you can go back to sleep if you want."

Feli nodded and snuggled back into Ludwig's warmth. Soon the German and Italian were in bed drifting off to sleep warm in eachothers arms.

No Ludwig didn't like Feli at all.