Matthieu pulls back from the desk and looked over at Gilbert, who was fast asleep. He looked at the clock and sighs, it was well past midnight, who knows how long Gilbert had been nodding off. He gets up from his chair and attempts to pick up Gilbert, only to fail.
"Let me." He hears someone say, he turns to see Wang, the chef.
"Ahh, thank you." He says when the chef hands him a glass of milk, and picks up Gilbert with no issue at all. He follows the chef to Gilbert's room, and thanks him again when he leaves. Sighing, he changes out of his clothes into a pair of sleeping pants and a tank. Climbing into the bed next to Gilbert, he went out like a light.
That next morning, Gilbert woke up to the smell of pancakes, he smiles and hops out of bed, only to fall face first into the floor. He grabbed his clutch and hauled himself upright, then made his way down to the kitchen.
"Birdie!" He says, smiling at the blond.
"Good morning Gil. Pancakes, just as promised." He says, flipping over the pancake. Gilbert smiles and pecks Matthieu's cheek, watching him flip the pancake again.
Matthieu looks at him and says, "if you're going to kiss me you might as well do so on the lips."
Gilbert smirks and plants a kiss on Matthieu's lips, who returns the kiss by wrapping his arms around Gilbert's neck, he teeters a bit, struggling to remained balanced with the extra weight, and he winds up dropping his crutch and pushing Matthieu against the counter. Gilbert's stomach starts doing flips and he feels kinda funny. He pulls back, and when he does, he changes into a robin in front of Matthieu.
Internally cursing himself out, he looks up to see Matthieu smile and crouch down to let him perch on his finger. Standing back up, Matthieu says, "who's the Birdie now, hmm?"
He reforms and stares at Matthieu, who seems utterly unfazed by the transformation.
"Y-You're not freaked out?" Gilbert asks, stuttering. Matthieu shakes his head.
"Nope. I kinda figured it out when I saw the picture of you and your great great grandfather. He had red eyes, and you told me that you two were practically twins, so I just kinda guessed."
"But I have blue eyes." Gilbert tried.
"Contact case on the bathroom counter, empty. I could've guessed Ludwig, but he wears glasses only to read, so that was out, best guess was coloured contacts."
Gilbert smiles and leans against the counter, "guess I can take the cast off, huh?"
Matthieu turns his head to the side a bit. "It's not broken?"
"It was. I heal like... Seven times faster than the average human. That's why I'm so awesome!"
Matthieu laughs and nods, "you are indeed awesome."
"And Birdie... I kinda know about Alfred's powers... I was following you home to be sure you got there safe, and I saw him flying and it's just... How?" Gilbert asks, confused on how the boy had flight abilities.
Matthieu rapidly blinked in confusion before saying, "Then that means you heard about DaJaDoom then... Doesn't it...?"
"Yeah. What is that?"
"Not what. Who. I don't know, but he's been after me and my brother for ages, one of the reasons why we don't stay but a month in every city. Ever since we were ten, me and Alfred had been running from him. He killed our parents, we don't know how or why but he did. Then he came after me and Alfie. All we know is he won't stop until we're both dead. And not metaphorically speaking either, as in... Dead-dead."
"Why you? Your not a mutant. Are you?" Gilbert ask, cutting off the cast.
"I am. So is Alfie. He can fly, has super strength and transform into a bald eagle. I'm nothing but a walking voodoo doll." Matthieu says, putting three pancakes on a plate and handing them to Gilbert, giving him a smile.
"A walking voodoo doll?" Gilbert asks, smiling at the pancakes.
"Oui, I have this kind of effect on people that where is I get hurt, the person closest to me will spontaneously injure themselves and feel a similar amount of pain I feel. It's a bit more confusing than that, but that's the just of it." Matthieu says, piling his own pancakes on a plate.
It clicks. "So that's why the girl sprained her wrist, or why the guy got heat stroke. That is so awesome!" Gilbert says, taking another rushed bite of the pancakes.
Matthieu looks at Gilbert, shocked. "You think so?"
"Ja! That is totally and utterly awesome! Your almost as awesome as me!"
Matthieu smiles, and looks down at his pancakes, and door the first time in a while, he actually felt as loved as he was told.
"So, this DaJaDoom guy, do you at least know why he's after you?" Gilbert asks, and he shakes his head.
"Nope. No clue."
"Matthieu."
He looks up at Gilbert, "oui?"
"I want you to move in with us. Alfred too."
"Huh?"