O.o I'm will not die. ^~^...^~^...^~^...I got a message earlier this week saying that is I did not put up the next chapter he/she would find me in Houma and hold me hostage until the next chapter was put up.
Ivan: *throws pickaxe over shoulder* Kolkolkol no one touches Phantom.
Phantom: Aiya?! *runs to Ivan and takes away pickaxe* Bad Ivan *points to you* I like these people. I don't need you scaring them away. *Ivan goes sits in a corner* Oh come on Ivan stop sulking.
Ivan: *Puffs out cheeks* No!
Phantom: Well enjoy reading this next chapter for Canadian Slave while I cheer up this brute. I don't own this but that should be plain obvious. There is something below ya'll need to read.
~Canadian Slave~
Realization
"Matthew don't you think it is time to cut your hair." Gilbert said lounging in the den watching television petting Matthew, who was lying down on his thigh.
"Why do you say that?" Matthew answered.
"It had almost been three months and your hair got longer. It is in the middle of your back."
"I can't help if my hair grows." Matthew pouted.
Gilbert started playing with the end of the blond's hair, "We can get Mary to cut it. She always cut Ludwig's and mine when we were younger."
"Why do we have to cut it?"
"I liked your short hair. This hair makes you look like a girl even more."
Matthew laughed, "Was that supposed to be an insult?"
"No just something to get you to cut your hair."
"Alright if you'll stop taking about I'll get it cut."
"Morgen früh (Tomorrow morning)," Gilbert said.
"Schon (Alright)," Matthew replied before drifting off asleep.
~Canadian Slave~
Matthew sat in the chair on the patio waiting for Mary to come out. He was sitting in the chair playing with the ends of his hair, which was all hanging off his right shoulder. Gilbert washed his hair earlier and it felt so good to be cared for by him. Now they were both sitting outside waiting for Mary to come out because she had to go find the electric razor because she was going to do Gilbert's hair also. A comfortable silence hung over the duo. Mary walked out about five minutes later with all the supplies she would need: scissors, the electric razor, a towel, a comb, a spray bottle filled with water, and a barber brush.
Mary set all the items on the table. She grabbed the comb and started passing it through Matthew's hair. The knots came out easily in Matthew's hair thanks to the bath he took earlier. To Matthew the comb passing through his hair was calming. For once he actually noticed the weight of his hair. After Mary finished combing the blond's hair she grabbed the scissors.
"Gilbert how do you want me to cut it?" Mary asked.
"About an inch above his shoulders will do Mary." Gilbert answered.
Mary nodded as she gathered Matthew hair in one hand. She roughly cut Matthew's hair until it was just up to his shoulders. Gilbert watched as Matthew to see of any sign that might show discomfort, he saw none. Matthew's hand was lightly gripping on the arm of his chair each time he heard the scissors cutting again. In one split second the scene was broken and chaos broke out.
The cold blade of the scissors grazed the back of Matthew's neck. Matthew bounded out of the chair in lighting speed, which made Mary drop the scissors, and ran into a beam on the porch. He fell of his butt and was gripping the back of his neck, shaking. Gilbert jumped up from his chair and ran over to Matthew. He quickly pulled the shaking boy into his arms.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean…" Mary started before she was interrupted.
"It's alright Mary; some wounds take time to heal." Gilbert said.
It took about ten minutes for Matthew to calm down, "I'm sorry." He said once he was able to speak again.
"It's alright." Gilbert said stroking Matthew's blonde hair. "Remember you're not there anymore you are safe here."
Matthew nodded, "Yeah."
"Mary just has a little bit left to so will you let her finish?"
Matthew nodded.
"Remember I am right here alright. After I am done we will go get Gilbird and take a walk in the garden."
Matthew eyes lit up, "Can we?"
This time it was Gilbert's turn to nod.
Matthew got up from his spot on the floor and walked back to the chair where Mary was standing. He allowed Mary to finish cutting his hair. His head felt a lot lighter once he stood up. Gilbert and Matthew played musical chairs when it was Gilbert's turn. Matthew could not take his eyes off of Gilbert the whole time he was getting his hair cut. Gilbert's eyes closed almost like he was thinking of something pleasant. It did not take long for Gilbert to be done.
Gilbert got up and brushed the hair off his shirt, "Go get Gilbird."
Matthew stood up and ran into the house, "Alright."
"He is a good child Gil." Mary said once Matthew was out of ear shot.
"His past is something that we need to work on though. I got a feeling that it will interfere with some parts of his daily life. It may take time but I'm willing to work with it. You know Mary I don't regret it."
"Regret what?"
"Buying him at that auction, I don't regret it at all. If anything I am lucky I bought him." He said looking at the place where Matthew disappeared.
"Don't get mad at me or anything for saying this but you changed as well. You are not as… playboyish as you were. You have calmed down a little, almost like a newlywed man."
Gilbert a light blush covered his cheeks, "Everybody has been telling me that. Is the change that noticeable?"
Mary smiled, "Yes it is almost like your whole attitude did a 180. If you adopt I could tell you would be a laid back but worried parent."
"I would love having kids but Matthew's mental health comes first. After that's done maybe I can convince him to help raise a child, I'm not going to push it on him."
"You know your grandfather wants to see great grandchildren in his lifetime."
"He could get some out of Ludwig." Mary gave him a look, "Alright I know but Feli would like kids so he would probably pressure Ludwig to find a sergeant mother."
"So Ulrich might get some great grandchildren yet, he would be happy to find out."
"Gilbert I got Gilbird." Matthew said running down the stairs with the little ball of yellow fluff in his hands.
"Alright let's go." Gilbert replied with a smile.
Matthew happily walked beside Gilbert into the garden. Gilbert saw how Matthew admired the garden. His eyes would light up when he would see the flowers. Gilbird flew ahead of them. Gilbert intertwined his fingers with Matthew's as they walked. Matthew looked down at their hands before blushing and looking away, squeezing back. Matthew looked back at the albino with something in his eyes Gilbert could not quite place but it looked almost loving.
"Gil?" Matthew asked with his ears down.
"Hm~," Gilbert hummed.
"Why are you so nice to me?"
"We are not about to have this conversation again Mattie." Gilbert stopped walking, "You need to have more faith in yourself."
"You could just be…confusing your feelings." Matthew said with his head lowered and his ears pressed against his head and his tail wrapping around his waist for comfort.
Gilbert lifted Matthew head by his chin and stared in his eyes, "I know I'm not confusing anything. You really should have more faith in me and yourself."
"I know but…"
"Whatever happened in your past does not apply with me so don't get worried."
That sentence made realization crash into Matthew's heart. His mind was telling him he was still in the place he was when he was younger. Stuck in a cruel would of being bought and sold for sex by his master. A place when one had to sleep with one eye open or something worse could happen. A place where one could never fall in love or have true feelings because it was all an illusion. For Matthew it was like finally getting out of a black pit where no light shown down and now he was sitting on the bright green grass with the warmth of the light shining on him. Tears that Matthew was holding in broke their dam and cascaded down his face.
Gilbert, seeing the tears, brought Matthew to his chest and held on to him tight. Matthew grabbed onto Gilbert's shirt and cried his little eyes out. Gilbird flown back to see his savior crying got worked up because he though Gilbert made him cry and started attacking the albino's head. Gilbert was able to swat the yellow puff ball away only to get bit on the hand.
"Ow you little puff ball." Gilbert exclaimed shaking his hand.
He looked down when he saw a pair of cat ears peak into his vision. Matthew's cat eats were standing at full attention and his tail was swinging playfully behind him. His shoulders were lightly shaking.
"Stop laughing it's not funny." Gilbert pouted.
Matthew tried to stop laughing but his shoulders just shook more. He darted away from Gilbert starting a cat and mouse game. Said man ran after him but wound up getting lost in the maze of flowers. The more turns he took the more he got confused. He did not realize the eyes of a predator watching him from the bushes. Once Gilbert's back was turned towards the following eyes the predator pounced on his back. The sudden changed in weight made the albino fall forward. When he fell Gilbert had all the wind knocked out of him.
"Gil I'm so sorry." A tiny voice said beside him.
Gilbert quickly grabbed the smaller one and encircled him in his arms. A laugh was heard coming for the boy. The laughter was music to Gilbert's ears. Gilbert turned so Matthew was lying on top of him. The boy's ears were perked up with his tail playfully moving behind him, a light blush covered his cheeks, the smile on his face even reached his eyes which Gilbert was thankful for. Matthew let out a yawn and snuggled into Gilbert's chest.
"Nap time already." Gilbert said softly.
Matthew just nodded. Gilbird flew down a snuggled into Matthew's neck. Said boy laughed a little before quieting down. Gilbert looked up to see the shade of the bushes covering them and was going to keep covering them for a while so he knew it would not hurt to take a quick nap. He wrapped his arms around the slender waist and fell asleep to the even breathing and warmth of his neko.
~Canadian Slave~
"Ulrich," Mary said on the other side of the door. "I have your coffee."
"Come in." Ulrich said looking up from the papers he was reading. "How did the haircut go?"
A worried look came to Mary's eyes while she set the coffee mug on the desk, "There was on incident where the scissors grazed the back his neck and he bolted out the chair. It took a little for Gilbert to calm him down but after that nothing else happened. They left to go play in the garden with Gilbird. Gilbert did mention something about adopting when we were talking."
Ulrich's eyebrows rose at the last statement, "Adopting? Adopting what?"
"A child but only if Matthew wanted, Gilbert wants to make sure he is mentally ready for it."
"That may take a few years but it could happen."
"He also said something about Ludwig looking for a sergeant mother for his child because his partner would want a child."
Ulrich let out a small chuckle, "Ludwig would be scared to be a parent. He would not know how to deal with a child let alone a baby. But he would give in if his partner wants one."
Mary shook her head, "Your grandchildren are weird people."
"I can't argue on that one but like yours are any different. Knowing they take care of their partners only means that they were raised right."
"I can't argue on behalf of my grandchildren either because I know they are weird because of their parents but they are nice and caring people like yours are." She said with a smile. "Oh I want to know if next month I can have a week off to visit them."
"You know all you have to do is ask as I will let you. Just tell me the dates and I can arrange for it."
Mary nodded, "Alright I'll give them a call and see when they want me." She said closing the door.
Ulrich leaned back in his chair and turned it so it was facing the window. He looked out on the garden and wondered where the duo was. He was happy for his grandsons finding someone they care about with all their being. The cell phone in his pocket rang. He smiled when he saw the name on the caller ID but he would never tell him that he was looking forward on his calls.
~Canadian Slave~
It had been two months since Alfred got shot. He had been confined to wheelchair under the better judgment of his right hand man, Brendan. Currently Brendan was waiting on hand and foot on his boss. They were in Alfred's apartment in New York where his main office was stationed. Alfred was currently in his office working on paper work for a contact between him and the head of the British mafia.
"Boss he's here." Brendan said from the other side of the door.
"Let him in." Alfred called back.
The man that entered had the largest eyebrows he had ever seen. They sat on top of bright emerald green eyes. The man had a lithe slender body under a green sweater vest over a long white sleeve shirt, khaki pants, and Italian loafers. His flax blond hair was a messy neat. He strode up to the desk with an air of luxury around him.
"Mr. Kirkland I presume." Alfred said being the first to break the silence.
"You presumed right Mr. Jones." Arthur Kirkland, head of the British mafia, said expending his hand once he got to the desk.
The first thing that got to Alfred was his voice. He had a strong British accent. Alfred extended his hand as far as he could go. Arthur, seeing the other man's predicament, met him the rest of the way for the handshake. Alfred made a gesture for him to sit down in the chair opposite of him and he took it.
"So what is it that you have come to ask of me?" Alfred asked leaning back in the wheelchair with his hands folded on his lap.
"I have come to ask for land." Arthur said with a blank face.
Alfred eyebrows knitted together, "Why do you ask for land in my territory?"
"I need to expand my territory I'm not asking for much just a small piece in Virginia."
"What's in it for me if I allow you to do this? After all it is my land you are taking from me?"
"You can send some your men to live in my territory and no harm with befall upon them if you can say the same for mine."
"Why do you need more territory the British Isles should be large enough."
Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm actually using the land to get rid of my idiot older brother. He has been a pain in my arse for too long."
Alfred raised an eyebrow, "You don't get along with your family."
"Just my oldest brother, he is just a pain."
"Never had that problem, I was an only child. What would you do to make giving up my land worth my wild?"
A Cheshire Cat grin spread across Arthur's face as he got up and walked toward Alfred, "What can I do I wonder?" He bent down got close to Alfred's ear and whispered, "I can make it worth your wild in more ways than one."
A shiver overcame Alfred's body before he smiled a smile equally as wide, "This may be the start of a beautiful friendship."
~Canadian Slave~
Ivan: *smiling big* You want to play a game, да.
Phantom: Ivan is right we are going to play a game. The game is called Ask the Author! You can ask me any question you like from when I was little to present day even my plans for the future, about my upcoming projects, I might even give you a hint of what is to come on one of them but their not going to be easy to figure out, almost like rhymes. Any question is acceptable and I will answer to my best abilities. There are no rules just post a review with your question and it will be answered in the next chapter.
Ivan: Phantom is excited about this for some reason. I was called her "spirit nation" in a review by a reader.
Phantom: Because I made this game up on my own. And you are my spirit nation 'cause you are always with me. I can relate with you more. Alfred, even though I live on his boot, can kiss my ass.
Alfred: *pops in the room* Hey respect your country.
Phantom: I may live on you (damn that sounded wrong) but right now your on my bad side. Out my room!
Alfred: No! The hero never leaves a lady in the presence of a communist bastard.
Phantom: *runs after Alfred, who darts out the door*
Ivan: He is on her bad side right now. He tried shaving her dogs (7 total) because to him Snowy's, Cujo's and Beast's hair was too long. Snowy is a Standard American Eskimo Dog. Cujo is a Saint Bernard (Stephan King reference). Beast is a Bernese Mountain Dog. Her other four are Killer who is a Doberman Pinscher, Fighter who is a Rottweiler, Rebel who is a Belgian Tervuren (he hates Alfred hehehe ^J^) and a puppy named Striker who is a Mastiff. She cleans her house daily to make sure it feels and smells clean.
Phantom: *comes back in with blonde hair in fist* I don't think I am in a good mood today.
Ivan: *hears Alfred screaming from downstairs* No today is perfect.
Phantom: *releases hands* Well see you next chapter Review with your question. Oh I forgot to mention this the poll about Matthew's child(s) is still up there. I know you can only vote once but if you comment your choice it will be counted to. Believe it or not I wasn't expecting it to be this long until I got to Matthew's children but it just played out like this. Bye.
Ivan: Bye *leaves with pipe to finish with Phantom started*
Phantom: Damn it I just cleaned that *runs after Ivan*